He beckons her to shift over and Jessie balances herself awkwardly on his lap, the tip of Pete's cock just about grazing her entrance. She closes her eyes, leaning forward to kiss him again, tasting tobacco and craving closeness. She thinks maybe she would have preferred Woody, but Pete's beard scratches against her face in place of the smooth skin of Woody's cheek, and Pete's grunts and groans are too loud, and it's too hard to pretend, so she just focuses on the sensations, following Pete's more experienced lead.
Pete pauses to tug off his own shirt, now damp with sweat, and impatiently tosses it aside. He grips Jessie's hips and slowly lowers her on to him, releasing a particularly loud moan as the tip of his member becomes buried inside her. He can't wait any longer, doesn't care that she's a virgin and that her whole body is tense as she tries to accomodate the organ penetrating her. He's waited long enough. He's waited years for her to succumb to him.
And besides, in his fantasies she always wants it in the end. This will be no different.
Pressing down on her shoulders, Pete forces her downwards, and she muffles her scream of pain against his shoulder as she slides all the way down the length of his cock, which now fills her to the hilt.
"Oh... Jessie," he groans. She's so wet and hot and wonderfully tight; everything he knew she would be. Her sweet-smelling hair is in his face and her slender frame shudders and spasms around him. His hands tighten on her flesh and she makes an incoherent sound, her mouth still against his shoulder.
He resists the urge to move for a few small moments, allowing her to recover but making sure his possessive grip never leaves her hips.
"It hurts," she grimaces.
"Sshh," he soothes her. "Relax, little cowgirl." Naughty cowgirl, filthy little whore, he mouths silently, appealing to his previous fantasies once more.
Jessie feels slightly betrayed - she didn't think it would hurt, didn't think the Prospector, her dear friend, would ever hurt her. She doesn't think he notices her discomfort though; he's wriggling slightly, as though impatient to continue.
"You ready, Jessie?" Pete whispers, close to her ear. She nods. It does hurt, but at the same time the feel of the Prospector inside her sends shockwaves throbbing through her, a coil of white heat settling somewhere in her lower belly, something she can't really explain. Before she can think about it any more, he's lifting her carefully upwards, guiding her up and down until she's riding him at a steady pace which gradually grows faster.
Pete pauses to tug off his own shirt, now damp with sweat, and impatiently tosses it aside. He grips Jessie's hips and slowly lowers her on to him, releasing a particularly loud moan as the tip of his member becomes buried inside her. He can't wait any longer, doesn't care that she's a virgin and that her whole body is tense as she tries to accomodate the organ penetrating her. He's waited long enough. He's waited years for her to succumb to him.
And besides, in his fantasies she always wants it in the end. This will be no different.
Pressing down on her shoulders, Pete forces her downwards, and she muffles her scream of pain against his shoulder as she slides all the way down the length of his cock, which now fills her to the hilt.
"Oh... Jessie," he groans. She's so wet and hot and wonderfully tight; everything he knew she would be. Her sweet-smelling hair is in his face and her slender frame shudders and spasms around him. His hands tighten on her flesh and she makes an incoherent sound, her mouth still against his shoulder.
He resists the urge to move for a few small moments, allowing her to recover but making sure his possessive grip never leaves her hips.
"It hurts," she grimaces.
"Sshh," he soothes her. "Relax, little cowgirl." Naughty cowgirl, filthy little whore, he mouths silently, appealing to his previous fantasies once more.
Jessie feels slightly betrayed - she didn't think it would hurt, didn't think the Prospector, her dear friend, would ever hurt her. She doesn't think he notices her discomfort though; he's wriggling slightly, as though impatient to continue.
"You ready, Jessie?" Pete whispers, close to her ear. She nods. It does hurt, but at the same time the feel of the Prospector inside her sends shockwaves throbbing through her, a coil of white heat settling somewhere in her lower belly, something she can't really explain. Before she can think about it any more, he's lifting her carefully upwards, guiding her up and down until she's riding him at a steady pace which gradually grows faster.
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