Jenna riding wild

Jenna straddles me, holding my cock in place and aligning herself carefully. “My pussy’s on the small side, and you have the biggest fuckpole I’ve ever seen,” she explains with lustful anticipation. “I want to make sure I—don’t—oooooooooh—” Whatever else she was going to say is lost as she lowers herself onto my little purple helmet, scattering her thoughts to the winds. She moans softly as she works her way onto my staff, slowly stretching herself open. Her cunt fits me like a rubber glove; I moan along with her at the feeling.

Partway down, Jenna pauses, eyes closed, to savor the sensation. “So tight—ohhhhh, lover, your big thick cock fits so tight in my hot little pussy . . . I love your big fucking mommy-maker—I can’t wait to feel how deep you go . . .” She pauses and starts twisting her hips, rotating herself on my pole. “I’ve been wanting this for months . . . wanting your cock . . . wanting to feel you stuffing my cunt . . . feel your hot cum . . . I didn’t . . . I behaved myself—for Paul’s sake—” Her voice is rising. “—I denied myself—for him—I loved him—and that’s how he treats me?” She’s nearly screaming, now, in passionate rage. Suddenly, her voice drops to an intense whisper. “Fuck him!” She slams herself down on me, doing a full split and impaling herself to the root on my cock. I moan loudly at the wave of pleasure she sends crashing through my system; the part of my rational mind that’s still functioning marvels at her flexibility, which matches anything I’ve seen from the gymnastics team. “Fuck you!” Jenna adds, and starts riding me furiously.

She starts off bouncing up and down on my prick with reckless abandon. I’ve never had anyone this tight (or even close) ride me so hard and fast—if her emotion weren’t so intense, I don’t think she could do it. When she drives her hips upward, her pussy sucks on my cock like she wants to pull it out and take it with her; when she slams back down, I can feel her stretching to squeeze me in. The sensation is incredible. Even after the blowjob she gave me, I’m fighting myself to keep from cumming far too soon.

With one particularly emphatic downthrust, Jenna takes me so deep that I bottom out in her, sliding even past her cervix to stretch the end of her vaginal tube. She grinds her clit against my pubic bone as she throws back her head and screams in climax; it may be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever witnessed (and there have been a number of contenders, by this point). Her cunt squeezes my prick so hard, it might actually help me keep myself from cumming, since I’m not entirely sure my cream could even find a way out. Whatever the reason, I manage to hold on to self-control by the tips of my fingernails, somehow, as her thunderous ecstasy rolls all around me.

When the paroxysm passes, Jenna opens her eyes and smiles lustfully at me. “Still hard?” she murmurs. “I’m impressed. Why have I been wasting my time fucking anyone else?” She leans back, puts her palms flat on the bed, and swings her legs around to put her feet on the bed. I think this position is called the crab—a couple of the gymnasts have tried it with me, but no one else. I was surprised the first time to find that my erect cock will actually bend that far.

Once she has herself settled, Jenna starts moving. She goes slowly until she establishes a rhythm, then quickly picks up speed. I can’t even describe what she’s doing, bouncing and thrusting and rolling her hips, but I figure out a way to thrust with her to make it even better. She can’t take me as deep in this position, but the friction is insane—and since it’s right along her G-spot, it has to be doing even more for her. “Fuck, I love your cock,” she moans. “Big thick fucking horse cock stuffing my sweet little pussy, fucking me so good in all the right places, filling me so good fucking full . . . Fucking need this big fucking cock—fucking deserve it—so good so goodsogood—so—fucking—good . . . You like that tiny little pussy, lover? You like feeling my tight, hot, wet little cunt fucking your big thick cock? Tell me you like fucking me, baby.”

“I love fucking your tight little pussy, baby—you’re driving me out of my mind,” I tell her. “I’m so close, I can’t hold out much longer—you keep fucking me this good, I’m gonna cum.”

“Will you be able to get it up for me again? I’m nowhere close to done with you, lover.”

“Fuck yeah,” I shoot back. “Especially the way you suck cock.”

Jenna tosses her hair and moans. “Then cum hard for me, baby. Fill my hungry little pussy with a real man’s cum. Fill me with your baby batter. Blow your load in me—give me everything you’ve got. Cum in me, lover—cum with me—cum in me and make me cum. I’m so close, your big fuckmonster feels so good, you feel so fucking good in my tight little cunt—cum in me and make me cum all over your big fucking cock.”

I slip a thumb into the head of her slit, press lightly on her lovebutton, and wiggle it. “Yes—” Jenna gasps, “—fuck yes fuck me yes fuck me yes yes yes yes more more moremoremore—” I thumb her clit a little harder and her voice breaks, then she explodes into a scream as her climax smashes through her like a wall of water, flooding her body with pleasure. My orgasm erupts a split second after hers, and we drive our bodies into each other in mutual delirium as my balls blast rope after rope of cum deep into her hot, writhing body.

Fortunately, when Jenna comes down off her orgasmic high, she manages to flip herself forward before collapsing on top of me. She kisses me deeply and thoroughly, wrestling with my lips and plundering my mouth, and grinds her twat slowly along my half-inflated prick. It isn’t long before I realize I’m growing again; she realizes it too and pushes up on her arms so she can twat-fuck me more effectively. I squeeze her tits and play with her nipples, occasionally sitting up enough to suckle one for several moments; Jenna moans my name and urges me on.

When I’m back to full strength, Jenna smirks at me and purrs, “OK, stud. Ready for round two?”