First Class Submission

[Kiele]

Jenny couldn’t believe what was happening; she felt trapped, exposed, Mr. Rieger in full view of her uncontrollable desire. She tried to squeeze her thighs, but he only pinned them wider, drawing a whimper of defeat from her lips. Then his lips touched her, unprotected this time by her panties, and she arched backwards with a scream.

“I’m s-sorry!” she gasped, ashamed at her outburst. Then she felt his tongue, like a heated rod carving through her, and she screamed again.

“P-please, Mr. Rieger!” choked Jenny between gulps of air. He gave her no letup, and she could do nothing but thrash wildly in the grip of his hands. She didn’t even know what he was doing that drove her mad, as he taught her shameful secrets about her own body. She felt her insides begin to clench, and the sensations made her beg and plead nonsensically, as she moaned and squirmed to his skillful manipulations. He was making delicious deep sounds of pleasure. Was he enjoying himself that much? Knowing that seemed to only increase her desire.

“Oh god!” she moaned, his tongue seeking out what she thought must be her clit. Never had her boyfriend attacked it in such a way, and she arched her back helplessly, her thighs jerking against his forearms, straining to escape the almost painful rush of pleasure. Her fingers squeezed his hands tight as a warm wave of pleasure spread through her. Yet he gave her no time to relax, to enjoy the wonderful warm blanket spreading over her mind.

“M-Mr. Rieger, I . . . I came . . . please s-stop!” she gasped. But he didn’t stop, not satisfied, his tongue a cruel device to bring her instantly back to boil. Perhaps if she used his first name? “Reynard? Please?” she begged, her eyes closed to the onslaught. She heard him chuckle maybe, but his tongue continued, doing something to her poor engorged clit. “Ahh!” screamed Jenny, feeling her insides clench again. Was that his teeth?

“Oh . . . god!” Another explosion tore through her, even more intense than the last.

Her thighs were growing tired from straining against his rippled arms, and her sex felt raw, tender, and dripping with her desire. Her mind was clouded over with such pleasurable sensations that she could barely think, yet Jenny suddenly began to fear she’d pass out, leaving his own desire unsatisfied. “Please . . . Reynard . . . no more . . .” she panted, trying to sneak words to him between her body’s spasms. “please . . . I want you . . . please take me!”

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard got exactly the response he wanted from Jenny. He had her in such a frenzy of orgasms crashing upon orgasms, that only a good screwing would alleviate the cascading waves of pleasure. When she had screamed out for him to take her, his cock was already straining, hard, and ready.

Keeping her hands gripped within his own, he quickly pulled away from between her clenching thighs, his face sheen with her free flowing juices. With a fluid move, he slid up along her body, raising her hands above her head. His cock was like an arrow from a seasoned archer, hitting its target, exactly in the bullseye. His overly large, flared, mushroomed tip hit her sopping, overly lubricated folds and pushed its way into the velvety tightness.

Reynard grunted with delight as the wetness enveloped his shaft, driving his hips towards hers in one long fluid stroke. Keeping her hands pinned above her head, he settled his weight upon her, drawing his hips back only slightly, before driving his length deeper on the second stroke. She was extremely tight, but yielding, her legs yawning wider, giving him access to repeat the process, and take him deeper, despite her gasps as he drove the air from her lungs. Again and again, with seeming urgency, Reynard pound into her, hard, with repeated thrusts, driving his full length into her, slamming and knocking into her deepest wall, threatening to push his way into her womb.

The moans, and grunts spewing forth from her flailing head were quickly silenced as he sealed his wet mouth over hers and ruthlessly drove his tongue into her throat. Reynard shared her own honeyed nectar, still lingering on his face, lips, and tongue. Reynard was thankful for the earlier blojob, because it had helped delay the climax he was seeking. However, poor Jenny was thrashing through still, even more intense orgasms, as her convulsions, served to create a pleasurable ripple along his length, squeezing him, milking his cock, stroking him in a most pleasant way.

Reynard rutted Jenny as she squirmed and writhed beneath him, his weight keeping her pinned, his thrusts driving her into the mattress, the springs bouncing her back up to meet him and his next thrust. The sheen of sweat covered their bodies as they shared each other's breath, their lips still sealed, tongues fighting for control.

The fucking continued non-stop, his thrusts, at varying intensities, alternating tempos, constantly keeping Jenny on the never ending roller coaster ride, her wetness flowing nonstop, seeping, frothing from the juncture of their slapping bodies. It went on and on, until Reynard felt a pleasurable friction begin to build.

Once that friction built, the sparks had ignited the fuse, causing his cock to swell even larger, the pressure building as his thrust became even more urgent. Each thrust was punctuated by a knowing grunt, and a brief moment of stillness as his heart throbbed, through the length embedded between her legs.

The entire time he was fucking Jenny, he kept her hands pinned above her head ... until the very last second. Just as fast as he had moved from eating her out, to royally fucking her, Reynard pulled out of her quivering, clenching grip and, with the aid of a good bounce from the mattress, was straddling her chest, knees on either side of her torso, his hand gripping tightly around the thick, sticky base.

Using his free hand, he grabbed a handful of hair and tilted Jenny's head up and forward, bringing her face to face with the pulsing, raging purple head, just as he loosened his grip on the thick member ...

 

[Kiele]

Jenny wanted him so badly, needed him. Yet when he moved from between her thighs, up her body with such fluidity, her eyes flew open in shock. And then she cried out, a heated, tortured cry of pleasure as he entered her. “Reynard!” she moaned, arching against him. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but his hands kept hers pinned to the bed above her head. Then his hips began to thrust, and Jenny lost her mind. Wave after wave of quivering orgasms made her thrash and cry out his name, her lungs barely able to keep up with her thundering heart and tortured cries. She was only vaguely aware of her body responding to his very will, her tender walls clutching him eagerly, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. He took everything she had to give, and then much more, his lips coming to hers, taking away her very breath. His tongue felt like fire on hers, yet she was unable to stop, responding desperately.

His sounds of pleasure were music to her ears, knowing that he was taken as she was. Then she whimpered as she felt him swelling inside her, his sounds changing, growing more aggressive, more intimidating. His thrusts grew faster, and she felt another orgasm rippling through her. What happened next was confusing. He suddenly left her, she screaming at the intensity of the sensation. He was bouncing, straddling her chest, his thighs to either side of her.

Jenny yelped in surprise when his hand took her hair, lifting her head, bending it toward him. She saw his other hand first, strangely gripping the base of his manhood, and then it was there, towering between her breasts, looking enormous, swollen and magnificent . . . Before she could respond, his hand let go. His cock began to jerk, swelling with each movement.

“Oh god, Reynard, what are you doing!” cried Jenny, shaking her head. She leaned her head forward, to take him into her mouth . . . . too far, she couldn’t bend her neck far enough!

“Ah!” she cried out when a small jet of white cum landed on her shocked face. Her hands flew up helplessly as his cock jerked, lobbing streams of cum onto her face and hands. It felt warm and sticky, and she closed her eyes. “Oh Reynard,” she wailed as he continued to cum. Jenny had never felt so embarrassed, so ashamed. Finally his endless supply seemed to dry up, and Jenny opened her eyes, letting out a moan of dismay at her own messy hands and face.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Straddling Jenny, his cock still twitching from the excitement, Reynard looked down, the both of them, heaving and panting wildly, trying to alleviate their burning lungs. Reynard caught a glimpse of Jenny's decorated features, his rivulets of semen streaking her face and splayed hair. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as his racing heart finally began to slow.

He had a fleeting feeling of guilt for doing this to Jenny, never having discussed the issue of preventing a unwanted pregnancy. He was not one for condoms, considering himself 'picky' in selecting his partners, and not liking the feel of constrictive latex. He didn't know if Jenny was on any kind of birth control. Nevertheless, Jenny did look quite stunning, and Reynard wished he had a camera to preserve the moment forever. He relied on his own memory for the time being, relishing in the afterglow.

He rolled off to the side, collapsing on the mattress as the image remained in his head. A caption was added to the image, the words, "I like a man who takes control," appeared beneath the streaked, flushed face of Jenny.

Reynard let out a deep sigh as he stretched out and rolled to his side, lolling a leg over Jenny as he propped his head up on his hand. His flaccid cock rested on Jenny's hip as his hand glided over her stomach. He brought his hand up and brushed fleetingly over her still hardened nipples. He caressed her cheek, gathering some of his spent seed on his finger.

He tentatively traced the finger over her red lips, a warm smile evolving on his face.

 

[Kiele]

Jenny saw Reynard roll off her to the side, a sated look on his handsome face. The bed shook as he collapsed at her side, a deep sigh as he rolled onto his side and lifted a leg to straddle Jenny’s hip.

A rush of confusing emotions struggled for dominance inside her mind . . . shame and shock, yet also elation; her body felt incredible, she’d never felt such warmth and satisfaction, her body never so alive. All thanks to this man at her side, now looking at her, his head resting comfortable propped on his elbow.

She felt a warmth on her hip, and glanced down, blushing as she saw his still large, yet no longer erect manhood. It was glistening with, she guessed, her own juices; she still felt terribly wet. Jenny gasped when his palm brushed her still sensitive nipples. Then he gently touched her cheek. She shook her head; she was a mess, somehow she didn’t want him getting his hand dirty.

Then his finger was tracing her lips – it felt sticky . . . with his seed, she realized.

“Oh, Reynard!” she protested softly at his knowing smile. “I . . . I should shower . . . clean up . . . I’m a mess . . .” Her tongue flicked out, cleaning off her lip, tasting him. Her whole body felt overly sensitive. When her tongue touched his probing finger, she shivered, her cheeks tinged with color.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard thoroughly enjoyed seeing the hues of embarrassing pinks and reds mingling on Jenny's cheeks. His eyes were glued to her succulent lips as they drew in his insistent finger, pushing its way into her mouth, forcing her to taste the unique concoction of their combined lovemaking.

He listened to her implication, and her suggestion of a shower, contemplating the thought as the velvety wetness of her mouth drew the sticky substance from his finger, her tongue curling around the digit as she did so. A shower, he decided, was an excellent idea.

Pulling his cleaned finger from her mouth, he retraced a teasingly sensitive path across and around her nipples, to her navel, and to the finely trimmed nest of curls.

"You're right!"

Abruptly, and suddenly, Reynard gripped her wrist. and twisting himself off the bed, pulled Jenny along to join him, forcefully, dragging her from the comfortable mattress. He knew it wasn't what she had expected ...

"A shower's a great idea! ... Let's go"

Reynard dragged Jenny behind him, into the spacious well ordained bathroom. There was an oversized garden tub in a far corner of the room, and a large, spacious shower opposite it. Reynard dragged Jenny directly towards the shower, leaning in to turn it on, before turning back to Jenny, where he wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tightly. His hands roamed freely as he ground himself into her, pulling her into him. His flaccid cock was slowly being resuscitated, growing firmer with each passing moment.

After a few minutes had passed, Reynard, now cooing with pleasure, he broke the embrace, and practically pushed Jenny into the shower, stepping in behind her, joining her in the now, somewhat crowded cubicle. The warm water splashed off their bodies as he adjusted to temperature to a more comfortable warmth. "Watch this." he warned, before turning a knob, which sent water spraying from a series of jets, scattered all about the shower. Water was coming at them in all directions, soaking the both of them, while providing a gentle, soothing massage at the same time.

Reynard grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured a dollop onto his palm, moving it to his head, as he offered some to Jenny. He began scrubbing his head, creating a thick lather which ran down his body and into the drain, courtesy of the raining water.

He looked leeringly towards Jenny, his sexual appetite, returning once again. Without asking, he took the soap, and created a thick lather in his hands, and began soaping Jenny's torso, taking special interest, and an inordinate amount of time, tending to her supple, luscious breasts. His slippery hands, mauled the orbs, his fingers trying to pinch her nipples, only to have them slip through his grip.

 

[Kiele]

Jenny’s blush spread as he pushed his finger deeply into her mouth, reminding her of the way she’d serviced him a short while ago. She wondered why she seemed to have no willpower around Reynard, willingly doing things she considered embarrassing, even humiliating. Jenny smiled mischievously as she used her tongue to clean his finger, marveling out her own audacity at the same time. She needed to stop goading him on, to draw a line, yet it was not an easy thing . . .

A fact made clear to her when Reynard removed his finger to trail it around her body. Their lovemaking had left her even more sensitive than normal, and she squirmed under his touch, making soft protests.

"You're right!" he announced, suddenly, taking her wrist and spinning off the bed.

"A shower's a great idea! ... Let's go"

“Wha-what??” squeaked Jenny as she was half pulled, half dragged toward the bathroom. The opulence of the bathroom shocked her, yet that was nothing next to the realization of his intentions. “Reynard! What are you doing?” she cried anxiously as he leaned in to turn on the water from the shower head.

In response, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight, and she felt his cock against her lower belly, flaccid but still hot against her. Jenny pushed gently against his chest, squirming again as his hands explored her bare back. She moaned when he squeezed her ass, and pressed her against his now swelling member.

“Reynard, please,” she begged, wiggling against him as his hands never ceased exploring. “L-let me shower and then . . . oh! . . . then maybe we can—ah stop!” Jenny’s hands were kept busy trying to remove his squeezing hands from her ass, but he was much too strong. Her butt cheeks seemed to fit perfectly in his large hands, and he seemed to be enjoying himself.

After a few minutes, he suddenly let her go, only to push her into the shower. Jenny spun around, and gasped to find him standing next to her. “Reynard!” she pleaded, pushing him again, trying to force him out, but it was like moving a mountain.

"Watch this." he warned, before the shower unleashed a torrent of jets from all directions, surprising Jenny and making her jump against him, his now half erect cock poking her in a sensitive spot. Jenny took the moment to clean the stickiness from her face, and damn if the water jets didn’t feel wonderful on her body.

When she wiped the water from her eyes, she saw Reynard shampooing his hair, and she watched for a moment in fascination, never having seen a man shower himself. Then she came to her senses. “Fine, if you won’t leave . . .” she said, turning her back to him. He was cute, but he needed to learn some boundaries.

Jenny had just picked up the soap, when suddenly two soapy hands appeared from over her shoulder, and began to lather her breasts. Jenny squealed in protest, half turning as his hands began to squeeze and gently maul her tender flesh. A fire lit between her thighs, and she moaned, her body still burning from what he’d done earlier. His fingers were trying to grip her now achingly swollen but slippery nipples, and she gasped in pleasure, whimpering a protest, trying to push his hands away. It was not fair, that her body was so vulnerable, and so aroused.

“Reynard,” she pleaded, trying to keep his hands off her with difficulty. “I—I think I should g-go now . . . I . . . think we've done enough already?”

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard grabbed each wrist, within his soapy hands and raised them high into the air. He then pressed his naked body against her soaped breasts and pressed her firmly against the tiled wall, his erection trapped lewdly between them. He towered over her petite frame and looked down at her, blocking the raining water from her face.

"I'll say when you should go, and I'll determine when we've done enough!"

He wasn't mean or demanding, but rather quite confident in the way he corrected her. He lewdly rubbed his entire body up and down along Jenny’s form, ensuring his swollen length moved across her silken flesh. He was a man possessed, and was not about to be denied, lowering enough that his erection plopped between her parted legs, rubbing enticingly between her wet folds. She offered no resistance, seemingly melting from the heat within.

Reynard caught the exasperated sigh escaping from her lungs as her head canted to the side, offering him her neck to suckle upon. His lips made contact with the supple flesh, drawing in the droplets of water that continued to cascade upon her. His hands slid along the length of her outstretched arms, down along her ribs and to her hips. He held her firmly, pressed against the tiled wall as he ground into her menacingly, his hips rotating to an unheard Latin song. Reaching behind her, Reynard cupped her ass cheeks firmly, squeezing them tightly as he pulled her cheeks apart, moving his mouth across her neck and up to seal his lips to hers. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth, he hoisted Jenny’s light frame along the wall, his hands on her ass, supporting her weight, until she was face to face with him. His solid length of steel was pointing upward, aimed directly for her opening, poised perfectly above his pointed spear.

Pulling back, so that he could see the look in her eyes, Reynard slowly lowered Jenny back down along the wall, his purple head pressing prominently at her flowered entrance.

 

[Kiele]

Jenny felt a thrill ripple through her naked form when he pinned her to the cool shower all. She felt the hot length of his manhood trapped between them, and she wanted to look down and see it, but his eyes had captivated her own with his gaze.

"I'll say when you should go, and I'll determine when we've done enough!"

His confident, commanding tone shocked her, and she barely stopped herself from the humiliation of apologizing obediently. His firm tone made her legs weak, and if not for his hands on her wrists, she might have melted and slid like warm chocolate down his toned body. The way he spoke, the things he did, sapped her will, made her feel like his plaything. Worst of all, her body reacted strongly to that feeling.

“Oh Reynard!” she murmured, embarrassed, as he moved his body against hers. He bent at the knees to let his stiffening cock plop between her upper thighs, and Jenny gasped, rising up on her toes to avoid the shocking contact. Yet that only allowed him room to press up against her heated furnace, and she let out a soft moan, her back arching against the wall. She saw that almost smug look in his eyes, that men sometimes wore when they knew she desired them, and she looked away, blushing.

With her head turned, he took the unwitting invitation and lowered his head to her neck. Jenny moaned, squirming as he suckled her terribly sensitive skin. She trembled as his hands traveled luxuriously down her sides, leaving a trail of hypersensitive skin, until they took possession of her hips, pulling her hotly against him.

It was all happening so fast, beyond her control. One moment she’d been trying to extract herself from the embarrassing situation, the next she was melting helplessly at his command. Jenny whimpered when his hands enveloped her ass cheeks, spreading them so that she felt warm water trickling down her curvaceous bottom to caress her anus. She opened her mouth to protest, and found her voice taken from her by his commanding lips, forming a deliciously tight seal against her own.

Jenny let out a stifled yelp into his mouth as his hands on her ass lifted her off the floor, her protest muffled by his delving tongue. She felt momentarily weightless, suspended by his powerful arms, and then her face was level with his. Jenny gasped for air when he broke the kiss, and then she looked down. It was so large, she’d forgotten, or simply hadn’t grown accustomed to his size. She cried out nervously when he began to lower her toward his quivering shaft, her arms grasping his upper arms tightly. He looked at her with a mixture of intent and mischief, and she blushed deeply, her eyes pleading with him. Then he lowered her a bit more, his swollen member touching her. Jenny moaned, her back arching at the jolt of pleasure from that simple contact. She both feared and desired his manhood, knowing how his lovemaking took away her very will, baring her soul for his perusal. Jenny readied herself for his entering, her arms gripping his. Yet he didn’t immediately thrust into her, the tip of his cock gently spreading her burning, moist petals, making her anxious, impatient for more. If he didn’t enter her soon, she thought she might go mad. Desire won out over modesty, and Jenny reached a hand down, leaning forward slightly so she could reach him, her hand encircling the hot flesh. Her hand felt small around his ample girth, and she blushed as she tried awkwardly to guide him into her. She looked at him, questioningly. Like hell if she was going to ask for her own ravishment!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard stood firmly with his feet planted securely, holding Jenny perilously over his inflamed tip. He had her eyes captured within his gaze, staring deeply into her soul, never once wavering as her hand reached between their bodies and found his raging member, steadying it, aiming it, readying it, and herself to be impaled upon the thick log.

The image Reynard saw was forever burned into his memory. Jenny was in pure lust, lost within her own body's need for fulfillment and release. Her face bore a healthy glow of redness, a combination from the heat of the shower and their actions, mixed with the trepidation and obvious embarrassment of her wanton reaction to his advances. Her eyes were wide, her soul bared open to him, begging, pleading for him to not drag it out any longer. She wanted him ... she needed him ... she needed to be filled ... and fucked ... quick ... and hard!

There was no denying her need, Jenny totally unable to mask her feelings as he held her there. Only the tip of his flesh gently pushing her fleshy petals apart, Reynard lingered with the feeling.

He pushed Jenny a little, teasing her, knowing she was slowly going crazy. He resisted the urge to just drop her onto his shaft, rather taking immense delight in his ability to keep her pinned, his fingers digging into her ass. He didn't have to do anything, Jenny slowly succumbing as she found the strength to lift her legs, bringing them up over his hips, wrapping around him, her ankles locking in the small of his back.

Reynard couldn't hide the smug look from crossing his face, his eyes still locked upon Jenny's, keeping her gaze within his own. "C'mon Jenny! Tell me what you want! You don't want to go! Tell me what it is you need! C'mon Jenny!"

Reynard lowered Jenny just a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to add that tiny bit of pleasurable pressure that foretold of things to come. Jenny's hand tried its best to guide his shaft into her velvety warmth, yet only succeeded in running his enflamed purple head along her juicy slit, coating it with her juices as well as the warm shower spray that continued to rain down over their heated flesh.

This is exactly what inspired Reynard the most. He loved knowing that the naked, willing, and wanton Jenny that was with him, was the same prim and proper lady that tried so hard to remain that way on the airplane earlier. He'd continue to play the two character extremes against each other, pushing Jenny to her limits until either Jenny called it quits, or until the novelty of playing her wore off! He hoped neither would happen any time soon though!

"C'mon Jenny! Say it! Tell me ..."

 

[Kiele]

Jenny’s mind was covered in a mist of desire, shame, and burning anticipation. With little control over her own muscles, she tried to impale herself on Reynard’s rigid cock, and yet he held her firmly where he wanted her, his strong hands gripping her quivering buttocks. Why hadn’t he entered her as before? He clearly desired her, she could see that in his eyes, and his swollen rigidity. The quivering anticipation was almost too much to bear, as she knew how he’d made her felt before. She enveloped him with her legs, her heels gently but urgently pressing into the small of his back. The touch of his cock against her opening was making her squirm and twitch, yet still he waited. Jenny watched through haze-filled eyes as the water shaped his wet hair and trailed down the contours of his handsome face. The flow of water could not hide his smile, one that hinted of . . . victory?

"C'mon Jenny! Tell me what you want! You don't want to go! Tell me what it is you need! C'mon Jenny!"

No! thought Jenny, her cheeks red with shame. She wanted him terribly, but she needed to retain some shred of dignity. How to fight the overwhelming desire he stoked in her body?

“Reynard, please, don’t say such things!” she managed with a gasp as he lowered her a bit, his gifted maleness spreading her crudely. “Oh god!” she moaned, feeling her inner walls trying to clench and draw him in to her heated center. Her hand down between her legs gripped him more tightly, trying to lift him into her, the insanity of that idea lost to her in a pink cloud of desire. She choked on another moan as his head slipped about in her wet opening, teasing terribly without penetrating enough to satify.

"C'mon Jenny! Say it! Tell me ..."

Jenny could take no more, the words spilling from her lips.

“Please take me, Reynard! Please c-cum inside me!” she said frantically, leaning forward to kiss him passionately on the lips. “I need you, please, Reynard!” she murmured, planting wet kisses on his chin, his ear, his neck. With her left hand gripping his upper arm, her right hand stroked him, while she covered him with kisses, whimpering at her own maddening desire.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard fought as long and as hard as he could to keep Jenny at bay until she finally broke and begged him to take her. But what struck Reynard's fancy was that even in the midst of this intense session, Jenny was still very much prim and proper!

"Take you? Hell no! I'm gonna fuck you ... and fuck you hard!"

With that, Reynard loosened his muscles, while simultaneously rising to his toes, and impaled Jenny onto his shaft, skewering her with one sudden move. They both grunted lewdly into each other's mouth as his groin slammed into her hand, which was still holding onto his shaft. Jenny quickly removed her hand as she gasped in a lungful of air, reaching up around his neck, holding on for dear life as Reynard kept to his promise!

Keeping Jenny securely pinned to the wall, his hands still gripping her ass tightly, Reynard slammed into her over and over with quick hard jabs, with the speed and intensity of a jackhammer. It was as if he was trying to knock a hole in the wall, pounding Jenny repeatedly as his hips forced her thighs wider and wider apart.

As Jenny broke the kiss to gasp for more air and scream out, she offered her neck once again for Reynard to viciously attack! He nipped and sucked, drinking in the warm droplets of water that were still cascading upon them. Over and over, he kept pounding ruthlessly as if he were possessed, alternating between her neck and stealing her gasps of air with an air-tight liplock!

He was thankful for his earlier explosions with Jenny, because he was able to withstand the intense sensations of her pussy rippling along the length of his cock. It fel deliciously wonderful to be sliding in and out of the slick wetness, further lubricated by the warm water jetting at them from all around.

But this time, reynard wanted something different from Jenny! He wanted something he'd treasure for a long time. It fed his ego and his sense of power.

"Cum for me Jenny! Go ahead! Cum on my cock! Do it! Do it now!"

Reynard was grunting fiercely, growling each word, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust, slamming Jenny into the tiled wall! His long hard cock was sawing in and out, dragging across her inflamed clit at the angle they were now in. He could feel her ankles tightening at the small of his back, urging him back in every time he drew out.

"Cum Jenny! Cum! Cum for me!"

 

[Kiele]

"Take you? Hell no! I'm gonna fuck you ... and fuck you hard!"

Jenny’s mouthed gaped at Reynard, and then he entered her with an explosion of heat that made her cry out into his parted mouth and grasp desperately at his neck and shoulders with both hands. “Oh god!” she moaned, “I c-can’t . . .” the words lost to more desperate gasps. He felt so large, spreading her, penetrating deeper with each wet, hard stroke. He attacked her body with a rough maleness that shocked and excited her, and her body was preparing itself for such an attack in the only way it knew how. “Reynard,” whimpered Jenny, burying her face in the crook of his neck, embarrassed at the sounds she heard escaping her own lips, aghast at her body’s eager responses.

Jenny felt so wet, so overheated, ashamed that she could even take in such largesse. She alternated between protests and encouragements, moaned into his ear, her hands clutching tightly on his back. She whimpered when he mercilessly kissed her, stifling her gasps with his demanding lips.

"Cum for me Jenny! Go ahead! Cum on my cock! Do it! Do it now!"

Jenny groaned in shame as her body flamed higher at his grunted demands. The way he spoke to her, it was so alarming, yet she found it terribly arousing. Jenny shook her head, choking on her words, her insides quivering on his shaft.

“No please! I’m . . . not . . . like . . . that . . .”

He changed the angle of his attack, and Jenny’s eyes went wide at the new, even more powerful sensations. Without conscious thought, her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in, he so deep that he struck some pleasure spot. “Oh no!” she screamed, not even feeling the pounding her back was taking against the shower wall.

"Cum Jenny! Cum! Cum for me!"

She was overwhelmed, her body clenching, drawing him in, her arms flung about his neck. Shudders of pleasure shook her as she leaned her head back, bumping the wet shower wall as water sprayed her face. “Oh god!” she screamed, the pleasure turning painfully intense as her insides spasmed. “Oh Reynard!” she moaned, the orgasm continuing without end as she bumped and rode his thrusting cock.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Reynard soaked in the sensations rippling along the length of his cock as Jenny's muscles squeezed, trying to milk him of his seed. He was truly thankful for his earlier releases, because now, his was delayed, and he could thoroughly enjoy the way her body reacted, without being overwhelmed with his own release! His ears drank in the musical lilt of her trembling waverings between begging him to stop, and pleading with him to continue.

He could only be reminded, time and time again, of the little caption beneath her photo. 'I like a man who takes what he wants' He was definitely taking what he wanted!

The pounding he had been giving her was taking its toll on his legs, as they began to grow heavy, still supporting her entire weight! With the shower still running, Reynard simply tightened his grip, and with his cock still embedded in her tight pussy, he carried Jenny from the shower, through the pounding jets of non-ending hot water, and into the open steam filled room, placing her hurriedly on the countertop. He managed to stifle the shriek from her mouth, most likely from the coolness of the counter coming in contact with her flesh, with another forceful kiss, stealing her breath.

No longer supporting her weight, Reynard slid his hands along her wet, silken legs, grabbing her behind the knees, lifting them even higher while pulling them apart. Jenny could do nothing except fall back and lean against the wall length mirror as Reynard renewed his plunging attack!

Over and over, Reynard continued to thrust his hips into Jenny, his thighs, banging into the counter on every thrust. From this angle he was able to witness the lewd spectacle of his cock, glistening with her cum, sliding in and out of her tightly gripping pussy. Her swollen lips were snugly moving with every stroke.

Every once in a while, Reynard would pull Jenny towards him, each of them wrapping an arm around each otehr's neck, to embrace in a passionate kiss, all the while, Jenny's body felt as if it were cascading over another waterfall, awash in rippling cries of pleasure. Reynard bent her head down, forcing her to witness the same erotic sights he was witnessing as his cock plunged, sending her into near oblivion.

Yet, even so, Reynard was able to withstand all that buildup, but knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. After what seemed like an eternity, Reynard pulled out of Jenny's hot cauldron, with an audible plop, thick syrupy liquids, coating his shaft. He quickly pulled Jenny off the counter, to her feet, her legs wobbling, and spun her around, bending her over the counter. He hurriedly kicked her legs apart and entered her easily from behind, sinking himself in one hard, fluid push!

Jenny supported her own weight as she leaned on the counter, her head buried in her folded arms as Reynard resumed his frenetic pace. Once again, the view was spectacular, only adding to the excitement and arousal he was feeling. He wanted Jenny to share in the experience, and so his hand ran along her spine and to her head, where his fingers weaved through her hair. They tangled themselves in the sparkling, wet locks before taking hold. As he fisted his hand, Reynard pulled Jenny's head up, seeing her gasping reflection in the mirror.

He wanted to see her face when she came, and he wanted her to see his. But more importantly, he wanted Jenny to see her own face in the mirror as they fucked and climaxed. And true enough, the feel, the smell, the sounds of their sexual unison were only heightened by the sight. Reynard groaned, and grunted as his cock swelled and throbbed with his third release of the evening, sending steaming hot lava deep into Jenny's womb as he came, shuddering uncontrollably.