A hopeless struggle

At first, Johanna thought she might be able to actually find sleep despite being impaled on Bone’s long, thick, burning cock. Unfortunately, every tiny movement she made while trying to get comfortable enough to sleep, intentional or otherwise, caused a delightful friction that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. To make matters worse, Bone was clearly awake, but had kept his promise of not moving, so Johanna’s pleasure and distraction was entirely self-inflicted.

If Bone was still attempting to grope her, or if he was actively shifting beneath her, Johanna would at least be able to direct her anger at him, but as her arousal slowly built, and her squirming became more pronounced, she couldn’t be upset with anyone but herself. Eventually, an especially unfortunate movement had Bone’s cock rub her in just the wrong way, and she let out an audible squeak.

“Are you alright up there, Stern?” Bone asked, wrapping a warm arm around Johanna’s waist, as if to remind her that he’d kept his hands to himself prior to that.

“I’m. Fine. Shut. Up.” Johanna had to **** each word out through clenched teeth, not trusting herself to open her mouth more, in case another unwanted noise escaped.

“If you say so,” Bone said, taking a deep breath as Johanna squirmed in place once more, “You’re moving around a lot, though. I hope you’re not trying to escape?”

“No!” Johanna answered, a little too quickly, “I mean, no. Ah!” In trying to turn her face towards Bone to properly address him, Johanna accidentally dragged her nipples, excited and sensitive, across his body yet again.

Bone capitalized on Johanna’s pause to begin speaking again, “So if you don’t want to leave, you must like where you are, then?”

Johanna’s breath was coming in short, sharp bursts, and she knew Bone could feel how utterly soaked her pussy was by this point. “I’m f-fine,” She insisted, “A little uncomfortable, is all.”

“Uncomfortable?” Bone asked, “Why didn’t you say so? Is my cock a bit bigger than you’re used to, perhaps?”

“Yes,” Johanna admitted, regretting the answer as soon as it left her mouth.

“Here,” Bone said, taking hold of her hips, “Why don’t you pull yourself off, then, so it’s not so deep?”

“Really?” Johanna was suspicious, but having his cock so deep inside her was distracting and pleasurably torturous.

“Really. Not too much, of course, or I might think you’re trying to run, but feel free to adjust yourself, Stern.”

If Johanna were wiser, she likely wouldn’t have fallen for such an obvious trick, but then, she probably wouldn’t have gotten into this position in the first place, either. So she took a deep breath, braced her hands against Bone’s broad shoulders for leverage, and slowly began to move.

If her small, barely perceptible motions earlier had been enough to rob her breath, cause muscles to clench, and upset her train of thought, dragging her overstimulated pussy along the full length of Bone’s cock made her fall apart completely. She didn’t get move more than a few inches before the sudden, intense friction sent her mind into a pink haze and caused her muscles to give out entirely. This, of course, had the effect of sending her back, her hips crashing back into Bone’s and sending another tidal wave of pleasure through her body.

“Dammit,” She muttered, but driven by either determination or lust (it was hard to tell at this point), she tried to pull away once more. The results were predictably similar, and Bone grunted beneath her as her limbs failed her, driving his cock all the way home once more.

“What’s wrong, Stern?”

“Shut up,” Johanna wanted to say, or perhaps, “Fuck you,” But all she got out was a low, gasping moan. Her pussy quivered around Bone’s thick rod, and she knew that if she tried to move again, it would probably pull an orgasm out of her.

“Are you getting off on this?” Bone asked, clearly amused.

“No,” Johanna claimed, barely able to form the word.

“Well, you’ve buried my cock inside you as far as it’ll go, Johanna. Is that just how you’re most comfortable?”

Energized by a sudden burst of defiance to prove that no, she was not comfortable, and no, she was not about to have an orgasm on this pirate's cock, Johanna’s fingernails dug painfully into Bone’s shoulders and she decided to give one final, decisive effort. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, and she took a deep, shaky breath, then gave it her all.