Zoey's Ride 4 - A Different Kind of Ride

"You're a bad influence, man." you tell your girlfriend as you open her pants' zipper.

"Heh, good." is all she replies, smug and horny as ever, sitting on that bench, having her girl fish her cock out.

"Stupid sexy bitch." you mumble, smiling, and do just that. However, without pulling her pants down, it's actually easier said than done. That's a big fucking dick, after all. And the more you struggle, the wider her grin gets.

"Shut up." you tell her - even though she didn't say anything - and keep struggling. Truth be told, despite the attitude you're displaying, this shit is pretty hot. For fuck's sake, your buff ass futa girlfriend is too bloody hung. Poor poor you, having to deal with such a burden.

Eventually though, you manage it pull the thing out of its confines and man, it really never fails to impress. Like, you'd think the novelty would've worn off by now, but honestly? You're still just as much in awe, just less afraid. To be fair, it helps that Zoey's a fucking machine with this thing.

While you give it a few introductory two-handed strokes, Zoey reaches under your skirt. She gently caresses the general area first, the insides of your thighs, then slowly makes her way up. You shudder a bit, excited and ready, and hold her shaft steady.

"Ffffuck, yeah." sighs the tomboy, her fingers tracing over the thin, drenched fabric covering your slit. Yeahhh, despite your reservations, this is not exactly an unenthusiastic pussy.

"Let's... let's hurry, come one." you urge her, still wary of the exposure.

"Aww, are you getting impatient?" she teases but does pull your thong aside.

"Pff, can't tell me you're not." you counter, accentuating your point with a light slap on her, in fact, very hard cock before positioning yourself above it. Oof, yeah, this motherfucker better get in there soon.

"Hah, I love you, girl." laughs Zoey and places her hands on your hips.

"Hehh, I... I know." you reply but your words are already breathy as you lower yourself, feeling her large tip spread your lips apart. "Ooohh, fuuck..."

Zoey hums quietly, biting her lip, watching you do your thing. Once the head is inside, you place your hands on her broad shoulders and continue. It's an intense but familiar stretch, both in terms of girth and length. While easy would be an overstatement, your vajayjay has had this rod in there often enough to not struggle too much. Maybe there's actually some truth to 'rearrange your guts' after all? No matter, you eventually come to sit fully in her lap, her entire 10-inch length buried within you. Bloody fucking hell, this is the shit. Seriously, this is it. There's just nothing that can compete with this feeling of god damn fullness. Every damn inch of your insides is filled, stretched, and stimulated.

"Whew, fuck..." you exhale, looking into her eyes, savoring these first sensations.

"Now work these hips, babe." grins Zoey up at you and puts both hands under your skirt and onto your cheeks. You smirk back at her and move your hands on her shoulders closer together, now touching her neck from both sides. You're obviously not gonna **** her - that would sorta be a role reversal - but you just stroke her collar bones and her muscular neck with your thumbs.

Then, you slowly begin to ride her, grinding back and forth in her lap. Her grip on your butt tightens a little and assists your motions. Those little movements are already enough to really intensify the sensation and you find yourself breathing heavier within seconds. Plus, Zoey has her shirt pulled up a little, so her pelvis is exposed. Thus, with you being fully seated, your clit rubs against her skin, over the lower part of her brunette landing strip.

"Fuck yeah, girl. Get it." encourages you girlfriend and gives your ass a spank. And it damn sure works. Back and forth you rub and your panting soon turns into breathy moaning. Plus, Zoey's had you in plenty of public places by now - just the idea of potentially being caught has unfortunately become quite a turn-on.

Almost a yelp escapes your lips when you suddenly feel her lips around your left nipple again. She's holding your other tit, giving it a good squeeze while her mouth is busy with the other.

"Ohh, fuck, baby..." you moan deeply, putting a hand on the back of her head. While you now can't use that hand for stabilization anymore, it's definitely worth the trade-off to press her harder against you. The growing intensity is obviously not lost on Zoey and she too quickly starts to go to town on your tit. She's sucking hard and flicks her tongue, even biting down in between. Thank god, you're a sucker for a little pain.

"Nngggh, fuuuck, yeees." you goan and increase the pace of your grinds even further. Meanwhile, Zoey's gone from groping your left boob to pinching the nipple. She's letting you take full reign of your movements, focusing instead on playing your nipples like a goddamn instrument.

Yes, generally speaking, sex is at absolute peak when Zoey pounds into you. But this futa knows how to elevate shit even when she's not on top. She just knows what your body wants and when. Or you're just destined to be a perfect match. Destined to fuck like rabbits. Very very very likely both.

"Hhholy fuck, yeess, ooooh..." you moan passionately, now really putting in serious work. The whole damn bench is even moving, carrying the motions over to the pavillon as a whole. Especially your right nipple has become increasingly overstimulated but you keep Zoey's face pressed against it nonetheless. She hums and groans as well, but any words are immediately muffled by your boob. Fuck, this is getting better and better. You can't take this much longer. You're seconds away from yet another of god knows how many fantastic climaxes you get to thank her fo-

A laugh.