Let's try another Position

"Let me." Helen also reached down, and patted the shaft of my cock against her pussy lips. The contact was maddening, as she used me to stimulate herself, the top of my cock soaking in her slick fluid. She raised herself, and pushed my cock down. I felt her lips parting around the head of my cock, even though the angle of her body made the motion slightly painful. Then I felt the soft warmth of her insides surrounding me, her channel parting to allow my entrance.

"There we go." Helen sighed, rubbing gently at the bottom of my shaft as we moved together. My hands came around her stomach, as I felt myself sinking into her, a soft motion at a time.

"I'm a little sore." She cautioned me.

I hummed a reply, checking my speed slightly. I pushed in and out in small motions, since at our angle, I would have fallen out of her had I been more vigorous with my thrusts. I don't think I was able to get more than half of my cock into her, due to the awkwardness of the position.

"You mind if I sit up?" Helen winced again, as my cock bumped against her pubic bone, harder than I intended and bringing an unwelcome sensation to us both.

"Okay." I slipped my hands behind her back, helping her to raise herself upright. Helen bent her legs, as her hips tilted, driving me deep into her. It felt much better as she sat up, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her gorgeous ass was now presented to my view, and between her legs, I could see where I once again disappeared into her pussy.

She raised and lowered herself with an unhurried pace, letting out a deep moan that seemed to come from her core. She glanced back at me repeatedly, and I took hold of her hips as she moved.

"You like fucking me, don't you?" Helen asked, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

"I love it when you talk dirty." I moaned, unable to take my eyes off her, and the juncture between our bodies. The night before had not been a one-time thing, I silently rejoiced.

"You like it when a fucking dyke is riding your cock?" Helen asked, her face intent, before she snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. "Sorry, I just feel silly."

"It's okay." I grinned, maintaining our motion. "Do you want me to?"

"Talk dirty?" She smiled over her shoulder, as she rocked against me, one hand on my thigh, the other touching us both at the critical spot. "Yeah... Talk dirty to me."