Doggy on the couch*

“I love your mouth and your fingers, and I love your cock in my throat, but now I need your cock in my pussy,” Kendra says in a low, urgent voice. “Tell me how you want me, big man.”

“Put your ass in the air,” I tell her. “I want to fuck you doggy.”

She looks a little doubtful, but complies. I expect her to get up on all fours on the couch, or to get into a standing doggy position. Instead, Kendra arranges herself with her legs spread along the arm of the couch, pretty nearly doing the splits, with her arms and a pile of pillows supporting her torso{if DaynaDoggyCouch=true}—almost the same position Dayna used when I fucked her this morning, in fact{endif}.

I walk up to Kendra and rest my knob in her wet little pink slit. She looks at me over her shoulder. Her expression is avid, but also apprehensive. “Never had one this big before?” I ask gently. She looks up at me and shakes her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slowly and stretch you out.”

I push my knob into Kendra’s tight, tight little pink hole. I groan at the pressure. She’s as wet as she could possibly be, or else this would be completely impossible. She gives a wild, high-pitched cry. I feel her shudder in climax.

I hold there for a little while to let her body adjust (and to let the pressure wave in my balls recede), then start moving—short, slow, shallow strokes. Kendra’s moaning like I’m pounding her. Gradually, gradually, I work my way into her skinny little cunt.

When I have about half my length in, I pause again to let both of us adjust. “Don’t stop, Iain, don’t stop,” Kendra pants. “Keep going—keep fucking me . . .”

“I don’t want to hurt you, little nymph,” I say.

“It hurts, but—it’s a good hurt,” she insists. “It hurts, but it feels wonderful . . . just stretching my muscles—they’re made to stretch . . . it’s so worth it . . .”

I shrug and start thrusting again—a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. Kendra starts rocking back a little, pushing her ass back to meet me. She pleads with me to go faster, fuck her harder. I start giving her longer strokes of my dick, half my length at a time, and then more. I finally work myself all the way in. Just as our hips meet, I feel myself bottom out; my knob sockets into her cul-de-sac. Kendra cries out again as another orgasm goes off in her like a bomb.

“Wow,” she says shakily once she’s able to speak. “I never understood why people like this position . . . I get it now. You’re so deep . . .” I grab her ass and start thrusting again, harder and faster. The more her body adjusts, the harder and faster I give it to her. Kendra loves it. “So good,” she moans softly. “So good . . . so full . . . so full of cock . . . so full so deep . . . such good cock . . . so deep in my little pussy . . .”

Finally, I’m pounding Kendra hard enough that her arms give out. She wraps them around the pillows and hangs on for dear life.

“Is this what you wanted, little nymph?” I ask. “Is this what you’ve dreamed of, being filled up and stretched out by a big, fat dick? Is this what you’ve hoped being fucked would be like? You like that big cock in your tiny little pink cunt?”

“Yes—yes—yes—” Kendra pants.

“Cum for me, little nymph,” I tell her. “Cum on my big, fat dick. Let me feel how much you like it—cum hard for me. Let me feel you cum.”

Kendra’s body tenses up, and then she detonates on my cock, cumming with a high, wild shriek. I manage to keep myself from cumming even as I keep fucking her right through her climax. I want to give her one more position before I finally fill her up.