Yes, from behind

Emma plays idly with my dick as she snuggles with me, so it isn’t long until I’m long (and hard). “I want to show you something,” I tell her. She looks a little apprehensive, burt I see anticipation on her face as well. When I instruct her to get up on her hands and knees, the apprehension grows, but she does it. I get up on my knees between her calves and seat my cockhead gently in her dripping hole. She watches me over her shoulder, her face full of both uncertainty and lust, but the lust takes over when I push into her exquisite pussy. She moans as I slowly push my way in. I go as deep as I can at the moment in one steady thrust, then pause to let both of us enjoy the feeling. I slip a hand down into her quim to tease her clit; she moans and squirms, which flexes her honeypot around my prick in some pleasurable ways.

“Now, Emma, do you trust me?” I ask.

“Y-yes, Andrew . . .” she whispers.

“Good,” I tell her. “What I’m about to do may seem strange, but it will be worth it.” I lean forward, gather up her waves of brown hair, and get a grip as close to the base of her skull as I can. Emma makes an uncertain noise, but I say soothingly, “Just trust me. It will be good.” I draw my cock most of the way out of her box, and she moans in disappointment; then I pull back on her hair and thrust forward again. The depths of her pussy open up to me, and I end up buried so deep in her body that my balls press into her slick snatch. I can feel my cockhead nestle into her posterior fornix, and as soon as I hit it, she howls. Her orgasm is relatively brief but intense, and it leaves her gasping. “See?” I tell her. “I told you it would be good.” Then I draw back again and start fucking her steadily, my hand leashed in her hair.

Emma’s moans mount steadily, and every once in a while I can make out a word or two. Since that word is usually “More,” or something of the sort, I fuck her faster and faster as I go. I keep my fingers busy diddling her clit; when they pause for a moment, I distinctly hear her say, “Don’t stop.” I give her pearl a soft pinch to make up for it, and she howls again as another orgasm thunders through her body like a stampede. Her cunt clamps down hard, which makes it difficult to keep moving, and her writhing body doesn’t make things any easier, but I fuck her relentlessly through her orgasm anyway. “So . . . good . . .” she moans as I pound her pussy with my battering-ram cock.

It’s not long before I feel my own orgasm build. “I’m gonna cum soon,” I tell Emma. “I’m gonna fill your sweet little pussy with my seed. You want that, don’t you, sexy girl? You want to feel my hot cream in your pussy, don’t you?” She moans in excitement. “Cum with me, Emma. Cum with me—cum all over my big cock. You’re so sexy—let me feel you. Let me feel you cum.”

That’s apparently enough to do it for her, because to my slight surprise, she stiffens up and her biggest climax yet blasts through her like a runaway freight train. She shrieks as her cunt walls clamp down on my prick; my balls boil over at the sensation. My answering orgasm erupts out of my cum cannon in multiple blasts of spunk, sending her shriek higher in both volume and pitch. I sheath myself in her wet heat as deep as I can possibly go and hold myself there, trembling in the pleasure of her body.

When her ecstasy fades, Emma’s arms give out, and she slides down and forward off my shrinking rod. I fall forward and lie down next to her. We shift around a little bit and end up spooning comfortably, with my sticky cock resting between her ass cheeks. With a contented little sigh, she asks, “Is it always this good?”

“Not always,” I tell her. “But then, sometimes it’s better, too. Especially as lovers get to know each other, so they know what each one likes best.”

“That sounds lovely,” she murmurs.