Missionary

You have scored first blood. Elly tapped out first, giving the obvious signal she is on the ropes, so to speak. Elly tries to cover her moment of weakness with bold talk.

"Admit it Roger. You want this body. You want my fuckin' hot body" Elly says. "You want to feel my naked flesh against yours. You want to see what I am capable of with a dick in me. You want to feel what these years of experience have taught me."

You are unmoved and rightfully you instruct Elly to assume the position of your desire.

"Lie on your back Elly".

Elly complies, lays back and supporting herself on her elbows, challenges you "Do it Roger! Claim my pussy. I wanna feel it deep!"

You move over to her, your cock throbbing, breathing heavy and **** with passion. Her body says yes and she spreads her legs, welcoming you between her thighs. But your mind is occupied with a hint of doubt. Even as her cunt opens to your hard cock, you question your approach.

"Are you ready?" You ask.

"Oh put that big cock in me" You line yourself up, and slowly push in. "Ooh god oh fuck oh yesssss....oh Roger!"

Your balls now press against her ass. Her legs wrap around you and pull you into her, hugging you close, keeping you from moving to savour the incredible feeling of filling her for the first time. You tell yourself better maintain control.

“You're supposed to fuck me hard" she says while her legs still have you trapped.

"Just wait”. Even with the little leeway she gives you, you hear her pussy sopping.

"Let's do it she says. You gonna be a fuck machine?" she says with a sly smile.

Barely moving … you can feel the pulse of your cock… inside her excruciatingly tight pussy... it is incredible. You take a deep breath, she shudders and loosens her legs a bit. She doesn’t let you go. But, you read her signal, and slowly pull back, sliding most of the way out. She hisses at the extraction, but moans loud and low as you reverse direction and plunge back into her again.

You release her and move your hands to the side of her face as you slowly withdraw and fuck in again. "Ooh god oh fuck oh yesssss. Oooh god yes your gonna fuckin make me cum".

She pulls your head down, pulling your lips to hers to kiss you deeply as you stab her again. The kiss is long and intense, luckily you both need to come up for air. You pull out again, to the tip, and she moans slightly. Her eyes close and her head turns slightly. She is incredibly wet and warm. She grips you on the way out, rippling as you slowly feel the chill outside breeze down your shaft. Your body holds her down, her legs spread horizontal to the picnic table surface, your balls squash against her opening, your pubic bone grinding on her clit. Her pussy ripples on your cock, you bury it as deep as you can, nudging her cervix. She is at your mercy, entirely in your hands. She doesn’t fight, she doesn’t scream, she embraces it.

Your thrusts grow sharper and faster, and with each rhythmic thrust bolts of pleasure tear through her. She locks eyes with you, her hands hold your head still while she stares you down from below.

"Feel how hard I am for you….fucking you so deep, pushing my big cock into you to the hilt with every thrust…knowing you’re aching to feel my cock erupt into you, knowing the risk of cumming before me."

Her breathing is heavy, she is nods at you.

"Do you feel how we belong, the same desires, the same needs, both fully willing to fulfil those primal desires together and enjoy them to the fullest without inhibition."

"Yes, feel how wet I am for you and know that I will hold nothing back when I cum…push your cock in as deep as possible, press that fat rod firmly into me and unload every hot, drop of sperm all the way inside me…I want to feel every thick rope gushing into me, flooding me…"

She looks up into your undoubtedly lust-filled eyes and whispers “fuck me” with each thrust of your cock until you have to close your eyes, and arch your back.

“Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me” is her mantra.

Your bodies know what to do, hips buck up to each other, increasingly energetic thrusts, her legs locking around you as you both move to an inevitable finish. You are astonished at how quickly your control is disappearing, and the intensity of pleasure wants to replace it.

As the sweat starts pouring and your fluids start leaking, the talk of sexual dominance disappears. Your words start focusing on how much cum you have, how deep you are inside her, how devine she feels. She returns with how wet you are making her, how little control she has on her body, how much she can feel she wants your cum.