Over The Honeymoon 2 (Patreon)

Her panties pulled to the side, Selina happily mounted Oswald. Though it burned her senses to descend on his cock, throttling herself on an enormous prick that even her cum-ready sex wasn’t yet prepared for, she kept going. Not stopping until she had its entire length snugged up inside her.

Then she rode him, riding and riding, the pain already receding to let her have all the fun she wanted before he got his gun off.

“Yummy…” she moaned, tightening her toned thighs into his stout body. “Promise me you’ll keep these long legs apart for a long time, Ozzie!”

“As long as I can, my dear, though I can’t imagine as vivacious a creature as you staying contented in any one position for long,” Oswald grinned, cupping a breast in either hand.

“That’s up to you,” Selina teased him. “The longer you keep me satisfied, the longer I’ll stay right here!”

Selina’s sleek, luscious ass rocked back and forth, up and down, challenging Oswald and being challenged right back by how much pleasure she got out of her contortions. His cock swelled up large, his balls aching to come, and Oswald showed a tensed smile, his teeth clenched as he sought to defy release for moment after moment.

“You’re decadence itself up there,” he gritted out, shaking fingers teasing Selina’s pink nipples, seeking out the burnished metal of her piercings when the sweat dripping off her buds make them too slippery to grasp.

“And you’re all man down there,” Selina giggled back to him, shaking her chest to her breasts swayed in his squeezing hands. Hunching playfully over him to offer their succulence to his all-consuming gaze. “Ohhh, I’m just about there, Ozzie! You’ve almost got me—only a little bit more to finish me off!”

Oswald chuckled. He reached around and fluttered his fingertips along the curve of her ass. She trembled as his touch approached her anus. “You’re never finished.”

“Not for long,” she breathed, her folds twitching around his manhood. “Not when I have something like that to look forward to. You want to put it back there, Ozzie? Think you could outlast me if you get to put it in my ass after you make me come?”

“Yes!” Oswald moaned. “I’d fuck you for a hundred years if I knew that delectable derriere was mine by the end.”

“Ohhh! HHHNN!” Selina gasped, her lovely face twisting, her nipples stiffer and longer and feeling more than ever with Oswald’s frenzied groping. “Shit, Oswald, what your cock does to me…”

He was delighted with her scandalous talk. Oswald knew Selina didn’t do it to indulge men. She said it because it was how she really felt, so as crass as her words were, they were precious to him.

“Finish, my lovely,” he smiled. “Ride your stallion one final lap!”

Her gyrating movements picked up speed, bending Selina back until her hair nearly touched Oswald’s toes, then she bent forward until his hands could cup her breasts once more. Her juicy sex slid richly up and down Oswald’s manhood; he felt his seed gathering in his scrotum, his shaft swelling. He felt the old certainty that this was the most luscious cunt in town and it was his to pleasure.

“Oh, oh, oh, OHHHH!” Selina panted, bedding herself down into Oswald’s lap until the muscles of her thighs rebounded off of his. “Oooohhhh, and here’s what I get for being a good giiiiirrrlllll!”

Oswald shook. He could stand her body pumping and pitching, but not quite how her sensual words appealed to his vanity. And it was no wonder—she was temptation itself, every disheveled hair and every drop of sweat—every inch of café au lait skin—every gram of pressure her tight cunt put on his member!

“Come, good girl, come for me!” he crooned, his voice high-pitched with the agony of enjoyment he was in, holding back his own finale.

Selina keened, her head hanging back, as limp as her hips were active—a blur of muscular motion. She reached her high note with an attempt at shattering glass and a lustful burst of passionate activity, pumping herself on his lap until his cockhead reached the deep, tender place of her need.

“NNNNNHHHH! OH! OHHH!” she wailed, throwing her chest back, her arms flying out. He caught one to hold onto her as she hung back, quivering, seeming like a dropped basketball bouncing off its momentum until finally touching down.

Each time she spilled from the bottom of his cock to the tip and back again, she groaned in pleasure. As her hips stilled, she found the energy to pull herself up until gravity took over and she could slump down on his chest.

She hugged him, bodily, her twitching limbs all centered on his regrettably overindulgent physique. It made Oswald feel like a big teddy bear being held by a child. Selina petted his sweaty skin, her sex clasping and churning in the wake of her ecstasy.

“It seems I’ve contented you,” Oswald observed smugly.

“Not hardly,” Selina quipped back. “Not when I know you could be fucking me more. Come on, Ozzie. Just because I can’t take any more of that hard cock doesn’t mean you can’t give it to me.”

Oswald chuckled, shaking his head in mock admonishment. There was no civilizing Selina past a certain degree, but he quite liked the savage in her.

Rolling her off his body, he shuffled out of the bed, then drew her to the edge of it. Selina quailed—he knew that in her insensate state, she didn’t want to be repositioned if it meant assuming control of her tired muscles. But Oswald didn’t have that planned for her. While he stood over her, he lowered her panties, then spread her thighs, hooking one errant foot around the obstacle of the bottommost bedpost. Selina tittered; it wouldn’t take much for her to keep her legs open.

Satisfied with the artistic statement that Selina’s boneless, bottomless sprawl made—all of her puddled in the container the mattress made, except for her eyes and the vivid green lust that shone there—Oswald took up position at the edge of the bed and positioned himself at her dripping slit. With one vicious shove, he hilted her all over again.

Selina gasped at how suddenly he’d impaled her, how quickly and how easily he’d gone in. There wasn’t even any pain, just the intensity she’d had become, like an aftershock of her orgasm. The build-up before had given her time to accommodate the sensations, like the heat from a slowly rising fire, and now Oswald had poured gasoline on the fire inside.

She felt his prick dragging at her folds as he thrust in and out of her like a piston. He held her down by the shoulders and buried his face in her décolletage. Selina pulled his face against the curves of her chest, pushing out her tits until she got a nipple to his mouth. His teeth and tongue latched onto the bud, right through the bra, scorching it with passionate swells of feeling until she was ready to scream.

Lifting her legs, Selina wrapped them around Oswald’s waist. She couldn’t cross her ankles behind his back, but the precariousness of cinching her legs around his girth added to the lift she felt, thrusting her hips upward to drive herself onto Oswald’s eager member.

Again and again, she felt him in the depths of her cunt, taking up all the sheathed space available inside her. Each time he drew himself out of her, Selina felt the pull of her newfound emptiness—a zeal for him to fill her. And when he did, it was always too much. An excess of pregnant fullness that made Selina gasp.

Oswald’s fingers clawed at Selina’s ass, spreading her buttocks, then rubbing into the valley between until he found her puckered asshole. He pushed his right index finger into her sphincter, then the same finger on his left hand. Rubbing and stroking inside of her ass, he began to work his fingers in opposite directions, opening Selina up bit by bit.

Selina moaned rapturously, not only feeling her asshole widen, but that selfsame grip being used like a handle to force her even harder onto the fucking from his cock. He pushed over and over again into her depths in his eagerness to fully consume. Selina dug her ankles into his back and pulled him in, helping Oswald to impale her on his throbbing cock. It burned inside her like a lit torch. She didn’t want that heat to ever leave her ecstatic sex.

Oswald thrust out his hips faster and faster, reaming Selina’s tortured labia until she was on the verge of coming. His teeth worried at her already-sore nipples; she hauled in breath and tried to push more of her breast into his ravenous mouth. Every nerve in Selina’s body tingled with the same intensity as her climax minutes ago. She could become addicted to this blend of afterglow and orgasmic anticipation, she knew.

With a wet sound, Oswald suddenly pulled free of her grasping sex. “Get on all fours!” he demanded. “It’s time all of you gets the treatment your mouth and womanhood have benefited from.”

Desperate to have him back inside her, Selina rolled onto her hands and knees. She did it so rapidly she didn’t yet fully comprehend what he had said, expecting his prick to spear right back into her luscious pussy.

Instead, Oswald drove himself between her buttocks, finding the opening he’d so carefully expanded, and probing into it with his well-greased manhood. Selina grunted as she felt the tight little ring of muscle surrender. Already gaping open, now it slipped narrowly over the head of his erection.

Waves of pleasure stormed through Selina immediately, riding the crests of her pain. It told her that this wasn’t going to be like the other times she’d been sodomized. This was going to be much more intense—more pleasurable, if she could take it.

“My goodness! Such a lovely little morsel… a treasure hitherto undiscovered—” Oswald began, then stopped, his usual verbiage cut off by a moan he just had to let loose.

“Like that sweet little hole?” Selina teased him, wiggling her ass around and gasping herself at how enormous he felt inside her rectum. His cock trembled with excitement, sending tremors through her bowels to meet the adrenaline rush she already felt herself.

“Little? Fair maiden, your passage feels a positive glove, an outright prophylactic for my lucky member!”

He rutted into her hard and fast. Every time he entered her, he gave her all of his cock. Not stopping until he felt his groin press down on the jellied fullness of her ass. Each enthusiastic pump moved him around inside her as well as in and out, stirring his prick around in the hot, clinging space like a mixer in a bowl.

His hands roved her body, moving along the seething thickness of her ass to the suggestion of her ribs in her fleet midsection to a dangling breast. Everything he felt was young and firm and alive with pleasure.

His motions grew more deliberate. Oswald fucked her with thrusts as powerful as his weighty body could give. It took all his self-control to hold in his ripcord ejaculation. It would be the ultimate in pleasure, but it would also unman him, leaving him incapable of continuing her satisfaction. And Selina seemed to be trying her hardest to accomplish that, much as she was enjoying herself. It seemed she would enjoy his seed even more!

“This isn’t the first visit this backroad of yours has accommodated, now is it?” Oswald cooed to her.

“It’s like the first time when I’m with you, Ozzie!”

Oswald chuckled to himself. From anyone else, it would be a line, but he knew the sing-song sincerity in Selina’s tone. She was too overjoyed to lie. He kept stuffing himself all the way into her bowels, though it felt like the interior of her rectum would manage to crush him at any moment.

The heat boiling out of her colon was like a boiler room’s. The fluid way she flowed away from his thrusts, then coursed back to meet his next stroke jarred his clenched teeth. Oswald curled his fingers around her tiny waist and gave her more of this overwhelming fuck—punishing for both of them.

When she came, it was only natural that he surrender too, so as not to make her feel too paltry in comparison. Her sucking, demanding asshole received a flood of his cum.

“Ozzie-wozzie,” Selina whined, sleepy with satiation. “You’ll never get me pregnant putting it in there.”

“First things first,” Oswald said, attending to the last little detail of undoing Selina’s bra and tossing it aside. He wanted to be totally naked with her for their first night as a married couple, save for her stockings. Those only made her more womanly, more wifely, after all. “Before your womb belongs to me, I must take possession of the body entire.”

Selina tittered to herself. “Oz, you crack me up.” She yawned. “You just couldn’t last long enough in my ass to pull out and breed me.”

Oswald divested her of her high heels now. “And you, my dear, can’t last long enough to make a retort.”

“Whassa…” Selina began, before finally lapsing into sleep.