Praying for sex

The two lovers lay wrapped around each othe on the blanket. Esther kept gently stroking Gene's cock, keeping it just hard enough. Gene's fingers probed and explored Esther's pussy to depths he never felt before.

Esther's pussy was a little sore, but the tingling and hunger were still there. She didn't resist when Gene rolled her over onto her hands and knees and moved in behind her.

"Gene, what..."

"Relax, honey," he stroked her pussy with two fingers, "just enjoy!"

Gene began rubbing his swollen cockhead up and down through Esther's slit. The juices from their first fuck were slippery and warm. He pushed the crown of his cock into the folds and slowly entered the girl. He leaned forward; his cock speared all the way up into Esther's pussy. She sighed - it felt so goo to be filled like this.

"You want me to fuck you?"

Gene had never used language like this. Esther surely never had. But something had taken hold of her - like the devil her Daddy preached about. She wanted his cock. No, she needed it.

"Gene, it feels so good..."

Gene pulled his cock back; he was barely inside her now. "If you want it, tell me. Tell me to fuck you!"

"Yes, Gene! I want it! I want you to fuck me!" There, she had said it.

Gene smiled. The holy bitch was his. He slide his cock back into her, faster and harder this time. Then again. And again. With each stroke his cock slammed into Esther harder and a little faster.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Esther was doing a new kind of prayer - on her knees and begging for cock. Gene was giving her all she could take. "Oh! Oh! Oh God! Yesssssss...." Esther began to shake and tremble.

Gene held still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Esther's pussy clamping and tightening around his cock. He plowed into her again, and again, and then he rammed down hard - his cock spewing another load of seed into her unprotected belly.