Reverse Cowgirl

You can do this, Sam, he told himself. Just...hit that shit from behind. Doggy style, reverse cowgirl. Don't have to look at that face at all. Just focus on the pussy and the tits. Fuck her hard, make her cum, get off. Wear a condom. Easy, right? Right.

There was a three-pack of condoms by the bed. Sam still had his robe on, and wondered whether he should take it off before she came out. Then he heard a flush, the door creaked...and it was too late.

The dress was gone...and once again, he was struck by her body. In the nude, she had a little more meat on her...curves in all the right places. The hips and buttocks flared out from a thin waist, the breasts hung down over the ribs a little lower, which emphasized the hourglass figure with those shapely arms and legs. There were delicate freckles on the round, soft shoulders and across her collarbone leading down to her breasts...and she had shaved between her legs, so that the puffy little mound was bare.

That face, though! The mismatched eyes that stared at him so strangely. The glint of the ring in that ruin of a nose, the hint of drool at the mouth, the vivid pink lines that criss-crossed the puffy face...Sam's stomach churned inside of him. It was like passing a car crash, and he found himself unable to look or pull away as she stepped closer.

"Ish...been a long time for me," Shelly said as she reached and pulled the sash so that his robe fell open. Sam stood still as she slid the robe off his shoulders and drew it aside. "I hope you don't mind...if we leave the lightsh on?"

He swallowed. There was a challenge, in her blue eye. It felt like a test of will. Dominance.

"Of course it's fine. No problem," Sam said as he **** a smile. He felt her fingers gently lift and cup his scrotum. She smiled...and he nearly retched right there, as the muscles pulled back in all the wrong ways, exposing far too much gum, far too many teeth on the side of her head.

"Thassh good," she said as her fingers continued to fondle him. "Now...give ussh a kissh."

She bent forward before he could react. Shelly was a bit shorter than Sam, so she had to lift her head and angle her face to press her lips against his. Those soft, warm tits pressed against his chest, and for a moment he could forget that horror that pressed against his face. The hot lips that pried open his. The tongue that stole out to play against his teeth, which he belatedly opened to let it slide in. Sam found himself staring down that upturned nose-hole, feeling as though he might actually see her brain.

Down below, little Sam grew hard. Little Sam, who had no eyes to see, but seemed to almost sense the warm, wet cunny so desperately close. Big Sam, who was the brains of the outfit, knew he should take control...maybe grab her and spin her around, ask her to bend over on the bed...but she pressed into him and then fell together, Shelly on top.

Her body was warm, soft, and smelled of some exotic floral perfume that set Sam's head afire. She wasted no time in moaning and rubbing her gorgeous body against his...those tits scraped his chest, the nipples already hard and erect. The gash of a mouth kissed and licked as the hollow of his throat. Not for a moment did her hand live his cock, stroking and teasing until Little Sam stood tall and pointed at the ceiling...and then she moved to straddle him, guided that prick to her wet and dripping slit...

"Wait!" Sam said and gestured toward the end table. "A condom, I..."

"Don't worry about it," Shelly said as she slipped inside him, her voice deeper and more confident than before. "In five minutes, you won't think about anything but blowing your load in my fertile pusshy."

A shiver ran through Sam as she said that...and he stared up at Shelly as she began to shift her hips, the hot cunny clenching his traitorous and unprotected cock. Sam couldn't remember the last time he'd taken a woman raw...but this time, it was more like she was taking him...

...and that face with its mismatched eyes caught and held him. There was something hypnotic about that broken, jigsaw face. Something that made him curl up and die inside as the drool slid from her gargoyle grin and dripped on his chest. All Sam wanted to do was stare at her swinging tits, the soft belly...but her hands held his wrists firmly pinned to the bed, all of her weight settled in his crotch, and that aching, throbbing need behind his cock began to pulse...and with a shuddering groan Sam felt himself unload while staring into that face, unable to even close his eyes and look away as all the accumulated jizz flooded her cunny.

"Quick sshot, aren't you?" she said with barely a slur. "That'ssh okay. We have all night...don't we, Sham? You've been sho good to me...I want more. I need more. Let me love you..."

She squeezed her pussy for emphasis, which drew a groan from Sam. He'd never cum that quickly with anyone, and it left him drained and slightly disgusted at himself. Pinned beneath the woman, he stared up at her numbly. She bent back down over him, that ghastly grin filling his sight as she kissed his mouth. All the words he wanted to say...the anger, the outrage, the callous requests to leave...died unspoken in his throat. The kiss was too sweet.

"Maybe we sshould try misshionary nexsht. I hear it'sh good for conceptchion."

Sam thought about waking up to that face the next morning...and every morning after that. His whole life flashed before his eyes: wedding, hospital, first communion. Something like despair set in as he realized how completely fucked he was. Reverse cowgirl had been a good plan...but no plan survives contact with pussy.