There’s always time for a screw

“Do we have time?” you laugh. “That was rhetorical, right?”

Without waiting for an answer, you push her panties to the side and slide your boxers down far enough to release your entire shaft. With her legs straddling you, you guide Deanna down onto your prick and shiver with anticipation and pleasure as you feel the evening’s cool breeze blow against your balls, even as the warmth of her cunt envelops your shaft.

“Damn, that’s so amazing, Aron,” whispers Deanna. After getting used to Vanessa screaming during sex, you find Deanna’s soft, husky voice strangle alluring.

Guiding her hips with both your hands, you help her rock back and forth on top of you. The park bench is not exactly comfortable, but the tightness of her pussy takes your mind off that for now.

Deanna kisses you, and as you return the kiss, she sucks on your tongue, squeezing it with her lips and nibbling gently with her teeth.

“We should probably use a condom,” you suggest, knowing that pretty soon you will be well past the point of caring.

“Not necessary,” she says through short breaths, picking up speed in her movements. She then says four of your favorite words in the whole world: “I’m on the pill.”

You brace your feet against the grass and thrust upward, driving your prick deep inside her. Deanna wraps her arms around your neck and positions her feet on the seat, allowing herself to bounce up and down on your lap.

You have the presence of mind to briefly consider that each of you will likely incur some dry cleaning expenses if you keep going in this mostly-dressed state, but that concern vanishes in direct proportion to the building orgasm in your loins.

You are actually quite surprised at how quickly you got to this point. Ordinarily you can last quite a bit longer, but Deanna’s cunt fits so perfectly around your cock that it will not be long before you reach the point of no return.

You take Deanna by the waist and attempt to lift her off you so you can try a different position. She resists your attempts. “Don’t stop, Aron! I’m so close.... Just a little bit more....”

If that’s what she wants, you are only too eager to comply. You pick up the pace of your thrusts and abandon yourself to the growing wave within you.

Almost as if on cue, Deanna tenses up and drives herself down hard on you, just as your cock erupts in a massive load of thick ribbons of cum. You feel her pussy clenching and pulsating, and her rapid breathing abruptly stops, replaced by a labored, straining, cry.

Your hips continue to involuntarily thrust and you bury your face in Deanna’s breasts, feeling her heartbeat against your face.

The two of you remain in this position, silent, for several minutes. After a while, Deanna realizes that she can make you jump and moan by clenching her pubic muscles, and she giggles at your reaction.

Finally, after she crawls off of you and the two of you try your best to return your clothing to some semblance of order and decency, you turn your attention back to the car. It has stopped rocking back and forth, but the windows are quite translucent because of the fog that has built up on the inside.

“Do you think we should check on them?” she asks.