Jake and Calliope make love

She moved down to his loins and finally grabbed his penis, it was leaking pre-cum generously. She guided it into her vagina and slammed her booty down, almost pushing the air out of the writer; her loud groan mixed with his grunt. Jake had worried that, considering Calliope’s sheer size, he might be simply too small for her; to his great relief she was as tight as a woman could be. Her genuinely lustful expression was evidence that she was equally satisfied. The muse looked the writer in the eye and began to slowly roll her hips in circles; she kept his whole cock inside of her, but was careful not to rest her full weight on his body.

It was now Jake’s turn to groan, while he enjoyed being the passive participant. After worshiping Calliope’s body it was nice to lay back and let her do the work; he was still astonished by the tightness of her pussy. The muse eventually stopped rolling her hips and leaned forward to kiss the writer on the lips. She had to adjust her position because their size difference meant that her torso was longer as well. Jake returned the kiss with passion, their tongues mingled inside of their mouths until they ran out of breath.

Eventually their lips parted and the Muse straightened back up. She once again guided the writer’s cock into her tight pussy and this time she finally began to ride him. Her strong thighs lifted her large body as high as the penis’ length allowed; she made sure that it did not slip out. She then lowered herself into the hard pole, their skin slapped loudly against each other. The Muse remained wary of her weight, but was no longer overly cautious; she was dealing with a grown, fit man and seemed to understand how much he could endure. Jake grunted audibly, but mostly with pleasure; he had no desire to complain, quite the opposite. Calliope was surprisingly agile for someone her size, she swiftly found her desired pace and bounced on the man’s cock energetically; her moans soon became louder than the slapping. The writer simply laid back and enjoyed it; he was too excited to worry about the durability of his bed or his loins.

Calliope seemed to have both the strength and durability to ride him cowgirl style for as long as she wanted; she showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever. But she was clearly becoming more aroused; the earlier foreplay had turned her on a lot more than it initially seemed. Once she found her desired pace she made no further adjustments, but even a few minutes of cowgirl ride was enough to push her close to the edge. Jake obviously was horny as well, the only meaningful difference was the fact that his cock had not received as much attention as the Muse's pussy. Normally the few minutes of intercourse would not have been enough to make him cum; but today nothing was normal. When Calliope finally went over the edge her vaginal muscles clenched even tighter on his cock, while she continued to bounce up and down; a few such motions were enough to make the writer climax as well. His loud groan was completely drowned out by the Muse’s ecstatic, high-pitched cries. She slapped down on his loins even harder now, while his cock kept shooting into her orgasming pussy. This might have been Jake’s longest climax ever, though he could not tell for sure, because he completely lost the sense of time. Calliope kept riding him energetically, but at a hectic pace.

The Muse finally stopped and sat on the writer’s loins with her full weight. His penis had ceased twitching, but it was still hard inside of her pussy. She sat in place for a while, resting her palms on her thighs and calming her breath. Their eyes remained locked and they both had dreamy, satisfied expressions on their faces. Despite her size, Calliope looked almost like a regular woman, right after taking from her man what she had craved. Almost, because her beauty and height were not the only features which distinguished her from ordinary mortals; there was also a subtle supernatural aura and it had not disappeared after the climax. Calliope finally got up from Jake’s cock and leaned forward to kiss him once more; this time their kiss was slower and more sensual, though their tongues again mingled inside of their mouths. When their lips parted, they did so only for a moment; the Muse got off her lover and laid on her side, he turned to face her and they commenced to kiss. Jake would never admit it, but he was relieved to have her weight finally gone from his loins; their lovemaking was marvellous, but he was close to reaching the limit of his endurance. The pair kissed and cuddled in silence for a while; their breathing was the only sound in the room. Eventually they stopped and both laid on their backs, next to each other.

“We’re not done yet,” Calliope said, looking at the ceiling.

“I hope so,” Jake replied in a confident voice, with a smile on his face.