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Pride	By : AkikazeGou Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 15715 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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PENETRATION
Ryu's cock was long. Abnormally so. And thick too. And hard. If he hadn't been a martial artist, Chun Li supposed, he could have been an excellent gigolo. Or pornstar. But when it came to the mechanics of sex, his being hung like a horse was a little awkward. For one thing, she couldn't just go down on her knees and accept him in. Too long. She'd have had to slide back onto it, slowly, like a car backing out of a driveway. If cars backed out of driveways onto telephone poles. Instead, she had to get into a half crouch, and start working the cockhead in.
She wasn't too worried about it fitting. Well, she was worried, but not that worried. None of her previous sexual partners had been especially notable, as far as the size of their equipment went, but she'd experimented with Shiranui's dildos (on her invitation), and even if none of them were quite as big as Ryu, Chun Li could be confident that her equipment was flexible enough to take him. And force him into submission, of course. Which was the whole point of the exercise. The problem was the stretching, namely that having to fit her bits over his oversized bits meant that she had to stretch her bits open, and that made it slow going.
Evidently Ryu thought so too, because he was bucking against her and his hands kept trying to pull her down. "Tsk, tsk," she clucked. "Don't -*nrgh*- be impatient."
It wouldn't have been so hard, she reflected, if she weren't so tight. And tense. The size of his organ had made her more nervous than usual, and that made it harder to unclench her insides -- to relax them enough for him to slip in. It would have been easier too if she'd had something to prepare her. As it was, she had to pull herself open two-handed herself. Since Ryu wasn't much help.
After a few minutes of work, her lips seemed to have fit around his cockhead well enough, even if they were stretched tight. The going wasn't much easier, though, as his cock started nosing ahead into her channel. Babies come through there, she thought to herself. I can take this. She let herself down slowly, putting more and more weight on his dick. He groaned, and she thought about saying something, but couldn't think of anything to say. "Tight, huh?" didn't quite cut it. The flare of the cockhead popped into her, and she started in on the shaft. She couldn't believe how fat that dick was. She pushed herself down further, and enjoyed the sound of Ryu gasping and moaning on the floor in front of her. This probably wasn't the first time he'd had sex, but he was so appreciative that it was almost like she was his first. Evidently she was a lot tighter than whoever he'd fucked before. Or been fucked by, since she couldn't imagine he'd actually been the aggressor. But either way, it was pretty flattering. She was still going to make him cry uncle though.
Once he was halfway in -- or she thought he was halfway. It felt like halfway at least. Once she had swallowed maybe half of his shaft into her, she paused and gave a few experimental squeezes. She was rewarded with an immediate writhing on Ryu's part, and a sudden jerk upwards that drove another couple inches of cock into her with the force of a piledriver. There was a burst of mingled pain and pleasure, from the huge shaft rubbing against her walls, and from the tip forcing her still further open. All the strength went out of her legs, for a moment, and she rolled down onto her hands and knees. Ryu bucked again, ramming another inch or two home. There were still some inches left outside -- she wasn't sure how many -- but she felt like she was stuffed to the brim.
"You okay?" she heard Ryu asking. "Chun Li, are you okay?"
"Huh?" she said, dazed. "Yeah . . ." And then she remembered that she was the aggressor here, that she was the one who need to fuck the shit out of this arrogant sonofabitch who thought she just couldn't take it. So she squeezed again, so hard that his eyes crossed. "How about you?"
But he was getting into this, and responded by kneading her ass and hammering another inch or so in with short thrusts. She struggled to control herself, to put the strong face on it, but she knew he could see the effect his cock was having on her. She gripped the muscles of his upper arm tightly, and forced herself down further. Ground down, and twisted, like she was screwing herself onto his hardness. She felt him twitching inside her, and felt him rubbing against her clitoris and her g-spot. She felt a wash of pleasure, and sank down another inch. Or what felt like it.
She was pretty sure she should be reaching the root of his cock sometime soon now, so she reached a hand down to feel. To her dismay, she had a least three inches left. Probably more.
"Too much?" Ryu asked. Beneath his stoic exterior, she could tell the bastard was laughing at her. Fuck!
She grit her teeth and sank down another inch. Little explosions were going off all over her mind, and warm waves of pleasure, and it was a struggle not to just fall down nerveless onto his chest. Another inch, and another, and shit! She still wasn't there. She felt droplets of sweat trickling down from her hair and dripping onto Ryu's chest. He was looking pretty overheated himself. They were both panting hard now, and with a groan, she lowered herself onto his chest, feeling her breasts spread across the sweaty expanse, as her head fell over his shoulder. A pause, as they lay cheek to cheek, and caught their breath. It felt kind of nice. Really intimate. The way she thought sex should feel.
But she had work to do, and a man to humble. She worked her ass around in a circle, so Ryu's cock began pumping in and out. Against her cheek, she felt his jaw clenching and unclenching, as her efforts took effect. Inside, she massaged him with the muscles of her channel. "You feel that?" she gasped. "How does that feel? Good?" Ryu, of course, wasn't confessing anything, just grunting in time with her, as she ground down harder. His body spasmed beneath her.
There was only a moment's warning when he decided to drive the remainder of his considerable shaft up into her. He went completely still, then seized hold of her upper body in a bear hug, and thrust home.
Chun Li thought she was going to black out. Stars burst behind her eyeballs, as she felt his cockhead ride up against her cervix. After a moment, she realized he hadn't stopped either -- he was still crushing her in a bear hug, his ass was still jackhammering up and down, bouncing them up off the mat, his back arched like a bow, lifting them clear off the ground, and his cock was still punching into her. There were tears beading at the corners of her eyes.
And fuck but it felt good now!
She had to get control back, though. So she clamped down tight on his cock with all her strength. Ryu gave a strangled cry and continued to try and slam his cock into her, but she was so tight on him now that he couldn't pull out. She slipped down over the rest of him, so that she was nestled right on top of his balls, and clamped down again. Ryu was still bucking against her, but she was gripping him tight, now, and she forced his ass down flat against the ground. Another buck, another shudder, another punishing squeeze of her vaginal muscles, and Ryu gave a quiet whimper. He covered it up quickly, but she'd already heard the quiet quavering whine in the back of his throat.
Hah! Victory! "Oh, what's that, Ryu. Are you okay? You okay? Was that too much for you?"
Ryu turned his head to glare at her -- a real attitude problem, that boy -- and she gave him a quick peck on the lips, then sat back up.
"Brace yourself," she said. Leaned forward a bit, planted her palms down on the mat, and commenced to fuck the ever-living shit out of him. She shimmied up and down his gigantic pole so fast her ass was a blur. She slammed herself down on him like so hard it was like she was kicking him in the balls. She squeezed him so hard she was like a steel vise, that yanked him up off the ground on every upstroke and pounded him into the ground every time she slamed him down. He had to scrabble for purchase on the mat. And then she started to twist, swinging her body around in a figure eight, so his cock was twisted and massaged and bent and brutalized all at once. Her boobs bounced wildly. His hands shot up to grab them and squeeze them and knead them. When she gasped in pleasure at his touch, he took the moment to dig in his heels and start pounding back at her, with fierce, angry, thrusts that drew almost his whole cock out and then slammed it back in to the root. His balls slapped violently against her ass.
He was fucking her like a man possessed. Which he was, in a way. And she felt every jerk of his loins with a jolt of pleasure from her sex. Every inch of her channel was getting rubbed, and it felt great. Somewhere along the line, her cervix had opened, and his cockhead was crunching against the back of her womb. And hell, by rights that ought to hurt like the dickens, but that felt great too. If she put a hand on her belly, she could feel his dick moving in and out of her, a bulge beneath the hard sheets of abdominal muscle. And damned if that didn't set her off like anything. She was pretty sure she'd have been moaning loud, right in his ear, if it weren't for the fact that she could barely catch her breath. If he kept this up, she was pretty sure he'd be fucking her into a coma. As it was, she was getting tossed around like a rag-doll. Another minute or so of ferocious, bone-crunching thrusting, and she felt orgasm coming on.
Shit, no! she thought. I can't come before he does!
She struggled desperately to regain control, to slam him back down into the ground so hard he'd stay there, so she could get back to fucking the shit out of him, rather than getting it fucked out of her. Sure it felt great to have him whaling away on her like that -- she was still tight, but his cock was whipping in and out of her and on every return stroke, it forced her open again with a shocking and pleasurable suddenness. But dammit, she had a point to make.
Still, stroke after stroke, his cock slipped from the grasp of her sex, and he bounced her around on his hips. Clench -- "Oh!" -- Clench -- "Ah!" -- Clench -- "Ungh!" -- Clench -- "Nrgh!" And then, suddenly, she caught hold of him on the downstroke, his cockhead pressed flush up against the far end of her womb, his pubic hair tickling the lips of her vagina. He tried to pull out. He yanked his hands away from her breasts and onto her waist, and tried to pull her off, so he could get back to pounding away at her, but she held on tight, and started throwing down.
It took her a moment to regain her old rhythm, but she did, then set to it with a frenzy. Ryu grunted, as she brought her ass back down onto him again and again. She could see his face contorting with pleasure, his eyelids fluttering, and his hands grasping for purchase on the mat.
If it were possible, she started slamming down on him even harder and faster than before. She was yelling now, it felt so good, and she wasn't even bothering to use Japanese now. Not that she had any clear idea what she was saying. Ryu had gone beyond grunts into inarticulate cries, like she was stabbing him every time she ground down. She fell forwards onto him, kissing him madly, with her toungue dancing around his and around the interior of his mouth, while her sex swallowed and squeezed his dick like a python.
Another pound, and he was digging his fingers into her ass so hard she was sure they'd leave bruises, while his dick sluiced into her once more. Through a haze, she felt him jerk once, then twice, and then he started in on fucking her some more, while his orgasm continued. Two more thrusts and she felt the explosion in herself. She fucked back at him through her orgasm. He pulled out for a moment, and a long rope of come sailed up to blast the undersides of her breasts, then he slid back into her, forcing out a minor geyser of white, and continued to pound away. She felt herself crest a second time, even more intense than before, if possible, and all the muscles of her vagina clamped down on him hard, squeezing out one final blast from his cock.
She wanted to say something, but she was having trouble catching her breath. She felt warm and woozy, and she wasn't sure she could form a proper sentence even if had the breath for it. Ryu looked to be in about the same state. She could feel her own heart pounding against his chest, and his heart pounding in response. Cheek to cheek again, she could feel him gasping for air. She turned her head to give him a quick kiss. Before she kicked his ass, of course.
"So," she breathed, once she'd got her lungs full again. "How was that?"
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