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Irene’s mouth opened wide as she felt him enter. She thought she was moaning, but she really had no idea. All her senses were consumed by the sheer enormity of his pillar-sized cock spreading the lips of her vagina in a way that she didn’t think was possible. Maybe she’d tightened up a bit from a year without a man, but deep down she knew she’d never been opened up this way, never been entered this way, never been taken this deep.
“Oh, shit,” she gurgled when she felt his strong hands close tight on her shoulders and push her all the way down onto him. She could feel the bedsheet go into her along with his cock, but the sheer cloth was so slick and coated with their combined juices that the slight bit of added girth and friction made her arousal soar.
She stayed there motionless for a long moment, sitting on him, fixed on his cock like a statue on a pedestal. Everything seemed to stop as she took in the shock of being opened up like that, entered like this, held down by her shoulders as the cock of a stranger pushed up into a place that had never been reached. She could stay like this forever, she thought. Perhaps they would stay like this forever, frozen like statues, framed by ecstasy.
But soon she felt him flex inside her, and the movement drove her wild. Her eyes flicked wide open even as the walls of her cunt tightened around his girth. She took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her own wetness along with his intoxicating musk. Then she slowly exhaled, her entire body shuddering as she began to move on him, slowly starting that ride again, back and forth, up and down, the sheets moving along with them.
He massaged her bare neck as she moaned, gently but firmly, his other hand on her breast, those strong fingers pinching her nipple so hard it was pink and peaked.
“So deep,” she groaned as she spread her thighs and descended, slowly rising again and bringing herself down on him. “Oh, shit, I can’t even—”
“We should not,” he muttered even as he sucked her nipples again, raised his hips off the bed and thrust into her. “It is wrong, but I cannot stop.”
“Then don’t stop,” she gasped, bringing her ass down hard on his pelvis, gasping again as she felt his cotton-sheathed cock slide back into her hot cave. She was opened up now, she could tell. Her cavern was warm and receptive, her wetness flowing like a river, soaking the sheet between them as she dripped onto him. “I gave you shelter, and now you owe me. It’s how things work in the West.”
He smiled as he drove up into her again, looking up at her from between her shimmering breasts. “I never asked for shelter. So I owe you nothing, woman.”
“It’s an unspoken promise,” she half-giggled half-groaned as she felt his hands grab her asscheeks and take control of her pace. “And out here on the frontier, people keep their promises.”
“Do they?” he grunted, spreading her buttocks and fingering her crack from behind as she rose up on him. He held her there for a moment, a few inches up off him, her knees digging into the mattress, his big hands steadying her as his fingers spread her rear globes wide. “In that case,” he said, and in his eyes she saw a change, like he’d made a decision, a decision more profound than simply the act of making love to a stranger. But then he closed his eyes tight as she descended on him again, and when he opened them she saw the conflict, a conflict that didn’t seem to make sense—certainly not from the way his swollen cock was flexing up inside her.
“In that case . . . what?” she whispered, rotating her hips as she watched his face twist with arousal.
Suddenly he let go of her ass, grabbed her arms, and pulled her off him, tossing her onto the bed beside him. The sudden withdrawal made her feel empty for a moment, and she gasped when she saw him rise up on the bed and turn to her. He stared down at her as she lay panting on the bed, his naked body glistening in the yellow light. She was spread before him, the man’s knees between her opened legs. That sheet was still tight around his cock, and she could see the outline of his cockhead pushing against the slick cloth. Her own wetness was flowing down her crotch, along her ass, onto the bed, and she watched as he slowly pulled the sheet away from his cock.
His cock sprang into full view just then, and she whimpered with need as she saw a fresh bead of his clean oil ooze from the swollen red tip. “In that case,” he said again, and she caught that look in his eyes again, like he was pushing aside a thought, making a decision. Slowly he brought that oozing tip of his cock towards her pulsing slit, the head pushing apart her pink lips, which opened once more in delight. “In that case,” he said for the third time just as the first inch of his cock slid its way into her opening, “I will keep my promise.”
And then he pushed his way in, every inch, hard and fast, deep and long, his heavy balls slapping hard against her as his thick cock disappeared into her ready cunt.
He came almost instantly, the suddenness of his climax shocking her even as the heat of his powerful release overwhelmed her. “By God, Irene,” he groaned as he kept pumping into her, his hips jerking as he delivered explosions of his semen deep into her. “By God, I pray this is right. Please let this be right.”