Sputtering, you pull off her cock and gasp for air.
“Sorry. I wanted to.” you say, the unexpectedly wonderful taste of cock still lingering in your mouth and rivulets of her pre running down your chin. Instinctively you wiped at them with your finger and sucked it off the tip, momentarily losing yourself as those few drops of divine nectar rolled over your tongue.
With a sudden tenderness that was familiar to you from your home reality, your girlfriend cupped your face in your hands and said “I know. I love you.”
Just as suddenly, she gruffly ordered, “Now take this,” You find yourself whirled around face down on the coffee table with your ass sticking up in the air and you feel the cool air on your wet…parts. These feelings were intense and unfamiliar, but good. Before you had time to process that, a new feeling of your girlfriend’s penis probing you from behind grabbed ahold of you, and you found yourself automatically pushing back against her to assist her entry.
You let out a sexy whimper that was surprisingly high and feminine-sounding to your ears as she slammed her dick into your waiting, wet cunt, filling an emptiness you hadn’t known you were feeling. You weren’t sure when you had lost your shirt, but your nipples were sending amazing ripples of pleasure through your body like you had never felt before as you slid roughly back and forth over the wooden coffee table with her thrusts, and both the sound and the feeling of her pendulous balls going SLAP SLAP SLAP forward against what you would later realize was your clit were intoxicating.
Soon, her frenzied pace slowed and her thrusts became both more deliberate and deeper than before, which seemed impossible. You felt her tense behind you as she gripped your hips like a vice and alternately holding you tightly in place, pulling you nearly all the way off her cock, and slamming home again three times each accompanied by a pulse of warmth as her seed bathed your inside.
After her last thrust, she held you tightly, anchoring herself deep within you as two final pulses delivered yet more seed to your womb. She roared like a Viking Berserker as your own orgasm washed over you, your vagina spasming and squeezing every last drop of her ichor into you.
Awash in unfamiliar pleasures, your awareness of the rest of the evening exists only in flashes:
—a vision at some point of your girlfriend, with strength you didn’t understand, carrying you up the stairs, her ever-hard cock still buried within you, bouncing with delightful roughness on every step;
—a flash of you straddling her, your legs spread farther than had ever been possible for you in your world, riding her like a cowboy at a rodeo—except of course she was more the bull, you were more the cow, and the bull had thoroughly broken you instead of the other way around—as you moaned, bucked, and squealed embarrassingly like a wanton slut, unable to tear your hands away from tweaking your own nipples;
—finally, a wash of contentment and a feeling of belonging and safety as, exhausted and sated, you cuddled meekly into her as she played the big spoon, you gently pushing yourself against her even bigger, still semi-erect spoon slumbering between your ass cheeks.
Soon…