The couch

He roughly shoved her head on his cock a few more times before yanking back, letting his cock spring free of her mouth. She coughed several times and he noticed there was drool coming out of the corners of her mouth. She noticed a second later and wiped a hand across her face.

"You son of a bitch," she said, "just get this over with."

"Oh, I'm going to," he said before grabbing her by the arm and roughly yanking her up.

"Wait!" she said suddenly, "what are you doing?" Instead of answering, he roughly dragged her towards the couch and shoved her towards it. To stop herself from falling, she quickly grabbed the back of the couch to steady herself. This is what Bruce was hoping for has as he stepped up behind her. Just like he thought, her ass was incredible. He ran he ran one hand along it and the other hand along her upper back.

"What are you doing?" she asked again, this time with a little more panic in her voice.

"What do you think," he asked sarcastically. "You got my cock nice and lubed up for me, now I'm going to put it where it belongs."

"Don't do that," she pleaded, the panic now fully clear in her voice. She tried standing back up, but Bruce just pushed her forward again, and she was **** to grab back onto the back of the couch. She tried to shift away from him, but there was really no where she could go. As her breathing began to come in shallow gasp, he placed one hand firmly on the small of her back, forcing her to stay leaning over the couch. With his other hand, he grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed it against the outer folds of her pussy. Her whole-body jumped at the sensation. This made him chuckle.

"You must be excited?" he asked mockingly. She looked back at him, her face a mix of desperation and panic.

"Please don't do this to me."

His only response was to grin and move his body forward. Her next words caught in her throat as the head of his cock slid inside of her. All that escaped her mouth was a breathy moan. He also moaned, but much louder. 'Damn she's tight,' he thought.

"When was the last time you got some dick," he asked,

Her only answer was to look at him with a pathetic look on her face and say quietly, "Please take it out." He laughed again and moved both of his hands to her hips. She realized what he was doing a moment before it happened.

"No, don't," she managed to say before he simultaneously moved his hips forward and pulled her backward. This caused more than half the length of his cock to slide further into her. She drew in a sharp intake of breath at the sensation. She already felt so full and he wasn't even fully in her.

For his part, Bruce grunted loudly. "Holy shit," he explained. It must have indeed been a while for her. He can't remember the last time he had been in a pussy this tight. Despite that, it was warm and wet. With another grunt, he pulled her back further on to him, finally managing to fully lodge himself inside of her. She let out her own loud grunt this time as she felt the head of his cock mash against her cervix.

'He's so deep," she thought. She felt her stomach flutter and the muscles of her cunt involuntarily tightened around him several times.

"That's it baby," he said "squeeze that cock. I knew you would enjoy it." This made Topanga bite her lip and look away from him in shame. Despite herself, it did feel a little good. This made her feel terrible. Her and Corey had always had a great sex life. True, it had tapered off a little lately, but she had never been dissatisfied with him. But even she had to admit, he wasn't as long or as thick as the man who was currently lodged inside of her. Bruce gave her the courtesy of a few moments to get used to his size before he began to withdraw his cock. The sensation caused Topanga to take several quick, shallow breaths as his cock seem to brush against every nerve ending inside of her.

"Fuck that's good!" Bruce exclaimed. Her whole pussy was holding onto him tightly as if it didn't want to let him go. When he had almost fully withdrawn, he shifted his hips roughly and quickly shoved his hole length back inside of her. This caused them both to cry out loudly. To Bruce, his cock was being enveloped by one of the best pussies he had ever had. For Topanga, the sensation made her arch her back involuntarily.

"You like that?" Bruce asked mockingly. "We're just getting started."

"Please stop," she said, louder this time. In response, Bruce snaked one of his hands into her hair and yanked back, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Keep it down bitch," he commanded. "Feel free to enjoy yourself but do it quietly." He suddenly released her hair, reasserted his grip on her hips, and once again slid himself out and slammed back inside of her. He did this a few more times before he had finally settled into a nice rhythm. Topanga could do nothing but stand there, bent over her couch, getting fucked from behind by this intruder, and feel her body slowly betray her.

Bruce himself was having a blast. He was breathing hard as he shoved his cock in and out of her. He relished the feeling of her ass slamming into his hips with each thrust. He was enjoying himself so much that it took him a minute or two to notice that the woman he was impaling on his cock was looking straight ahead, but her eyes seem to be screwed shut.

He could see the muscles in her back flexing involuntarily and she was panting quickly now like a dog. He could also tell that she was getting wetter and that the muscles in her cunt were repeatedly clenching and unclenching around his invading cock.

"Holy shit," he exclaimed, "I think you're really enjoying this." He accentuated this with an extra hard thrust that made her cry out. "In fact," he said returning. to his normal rhythm, "I think you might be working yourself up to cumming on this big old cock. God, what a whore."

She didn't answer, but merely shook her head, causing her long dark hair to cascade across her back. 'Fuck that's hot,' Bruce thought as he realized he wouldn't last much longer either. The blowjob from earlier had gotten him really worked up and this amazing pussy of hers wasn't helping. As this thought crossed his mind, he felt her legs begin to shake.

"That's it baby," he said, "cum for Daddy." She finally managed string together a sentence.

"Please," she moaned out loudly, "just stop. I don't want you to make me...," she couldn't finish before whole body began to shake,

"God no!" she moaned loudly before she threw her head back, gritted her teeth, and began to loudly grunt without actually making too much noise.

The girls a quick learner he thought before as his own breath caught in his throat as her cunt muscles clench down even harder on his cock.

"Oh fuck," Bruce moaned .

Knowing she wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer, Topanga suddenly shoved her head into the fabric at the top of the couch and let out a long, muffled scream. Seeing this was more than Bruce could handle as he felt his balls beginning to contract.

"Fuck that's good," he said through his own clenched teeth, "you're going to make me cum!" Even in the throes of her orgasm, Topanga still managed to process this and lift her head from the back of the couch.

"Wait," she said in a trembling voice as her body continue to convulse around his cock, "don't cum inside me. Please." Bruce grinned in response before his eyes rolled up and her moaned loudly.

"Don't," she moaned out before he dug his fingers in her hips and pulled her roughly against him, wedging the whole length of his cock inside of her. Her eyes got big she felt the first blast of cum splatter inside of her.

She tried to protest more but the sudden stimulation triggered a second orgasm. She cursed herself as she felt her cunt muscles relax, allowing him to go even deeper, before then clenching again. Bruce moaned even louder as he felt this. He fired a second and third blast of cum from his dick and painted her insides. He then pulled out halfway and started thrusting again, returning to his previous rhythm, delivering more shots of cum with each thrust.

At this point, Topanga new there was nothing she could do except ride out her orgasm while Bruce rode out his. After about 30 seconds Bruce shoved in one final time, releasing his last few shots of cum inside of her. Then with a satisfied exhale from Bruce and a surprise but subdued cry for Topanga, he slid his cock out.

An immediate trickle of cum began to ooze out of her. As Bruce stepped back from her, Topanga let herself move forward and laid down on the couch. Bruce backed up and flopped into an easy chair in the living room. His cock was still twitching from the **** of his orgasm. He also noticed that the pretty brunette he had just fucked was still shivering and shaking from the aftershocks of the not one, but two orgasms he had given her.

'Damn, I'm good," Bruce thought to himself. After a few moments, the two of them Breathing heavily in the room, Topanga turned to look at the man who had just violated her. He was sitting in Cory's favorite chair and grinning at her.

"Please," she said quietly, "just leave."