As a Missionary

Mike slowly pulled his cock from Joanne's vagina, kissing her all the while. Joanne expected a thrust upwards from him, filling her again, but felt an emptiness as he extracted himself fully. "Jo," he said, "I want you to lie on your towel. I want to worship at your body."

"Will you take me to heaven?" Joanne replied, wriggling out of Mike's clutches.

"If adultery qualifies us for heaven, there will be no stopping us."

Joanne traced her hand around Mike's thick, firm penis and lay herself out on the towel. She looked up and saw Mike towering above her, erect and proud. She knew that within seconds he would be inside her again, pounding at her body, and she let out an involuntary moan of anticipation.

As Mike kneeled before her legs, Joanne raised her knees, pointing her mound upwards. She reached down to her clitoris, and stroked it gently will Mike positioned his cock at her entrance. "Ready?" he asked and smiled. "God, yes," Joanne replied and immediately felt his rod of flesh engulf itself in her hot sheath. She moaned loudly, and Mike responded in kind, thrusting and bucking, filling Joanne's need for a real man. Joanne could feel herself on the edge of orgasm, and it was the thrill of the forbidden that was sending her over that precipice. "I'm going to come," she gasped, "Fill me with your seed."