Page 313 of S is for SEX

“Oh fuck…” she wailed.

She continued to fuck me rapidly.

“Oh…fuck.”

She began to slow down, taking more regulated strokes.

“Oh…my…God…” she whispered.

She buried herself into my lap and closed her eyes as her pussy contracted repeatedly on the shaft of my cock. As she came, she exhaled an almost inaudible sigh and opened her eyes. Slowly, she leaned forward; hesitating to come closer to me. I nodded my head, assuring her it was alright to approach.

As she leaned in closer, I grasped her face in my hands and kissed her lips. As our mouths parted, she exhaled a few short, labored breaths. Her pussy continued to convulse on my cock as she sat on my lap - attempting to stay as still as possible. I released her face from my hands, and stared into her eyes, expressionless. She leaned against the steering wheel and raised her eyebrows slowly. I looked into her eyes and smiled.

“I guess you earned it, get back there,” I said as I tilted my head toward the rear seat.

“Oh God, thank you Mike,” she screeched as she literally leapt from my lap and over the top of the front seat.

Nestled into the back seat, she removed her shirt and bra, tossing them over the back of the passenger seat. My shorts, which had rested on my knees as we fucked in the front seat, had worked their way down to my ankles. As I pulled my shoes through the shorts, I turned and looked at her as she lay in the back seat on her back. Now with her legs bent and her knees in the air, she wagged her knees back and forth in anticipation.

I tossed the shorts over the passenger seat on top of her shirt, “You ready?”

“Uh huh, ready. God, am I ever ready,” she responded.

I worked my way over the front seat and into the back of the Chevelle. 1960’s two door Chevy’s were good for a lot of things, including fucking, but getting from the front seat to the back seat, considering my size, was a chore. As I landed in the rear seat on top of her, she looked up and sighed.

As I worked my hips between her legs, I guided my cock into her pussy. With just the head penetrating her lips, I raised my chest from hers and braced my hands on either side of her shoulders on surface of the seat.

“Ready?” I asked as I put a little pressure against her pussy with the tip of my cock.

She inhaled, nodded her head, and closed her eyes.

I began to fuck her savagely. Without reservation, I forced myself in and out of her soaking wet pussy as I bit her nipples and neck. My hips slapping against her inner thighs, and my cock sliding as far into her as our positioning would allow, she moaned as I did my work.

“Oh God, Mike. Oh God...” she moaned.

“Fuck yes that is some good pussy. You’ve got that good pussy baby,” I bellowed.

“Oh God, fuck me Mike. Holy…” she whimpered.

“Fuck!” she screamed as I worked my swollen cock in and out of her pussy.

My hips pressing further and further between her thighs, I attempted to get deeper into her. Slowly, I pulled my cock out. Almost immediately, I forced it back in and repeated the procedure over and over - slowly withdrawing it, and forcing it into her quickly and deeply.

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck…me…hard,” she said between breaths.

“I only fuck one way,” I assured her as I pounded myself in and out of her wet pussy.

“And that’s hard,” I smiled as I pinched her nipples between my thumb and index finger.

Her eyes opened and closed repeatedly.

“Mike…” she said my name slowly, dragging it out for a few seconds.

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