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Pride	By : AkikazeGou Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 15715 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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AGAIN
Ryu was still hard. It took her a few minutes to notice, a few minutes she'd spent cuddling with him, exchanging little kisses with him, and running her hands through his sweaty and probably unwashed hair. Under normal circumstances, she'd have thought it was disgusting, but under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have just spent an hour trying to screw the living daylights out of a man she hadn't even kissed before today. Under normal circumstances, she could be certain she'd have noticed something the size of Ryu's tool wedged up her cunt without needing a reminder too. These weren't normal circumstances. She didn't notice that he was still hard and that a giant cock still was stuffed in her, until she raised herself up off him, and that enormous prong rubbed against the lips of her sex.
She gave it an affectionate squeeze and kissed Ryu again. He kissed her back, with tongue this time, and she felt a warm thrill in the bottom of her heart. Not that she was sweet on the grim warrior, of course . . . but it was nice to cuddle after sex. And he was kind of cute. Ass-kicking could come later -- she just wanted to enjoy the glow right now.
Ryu shifted his dick inside her, slowly, with the same lethargy she felt. Her abused sex (and thighs and ass and legs and breasts and everything else) was going to be sore later on, but for the moment, she only felt the pleasure, as his thickness rubbed against her.
"You up for another round?" she murmurred.
The man beneath her didn't bother to answer, just rolled them over so he was on top, and this time, she didn't bother to resist. He could go on top this time. Let him do the work. She stretched out her legs and twirled her feet to get the kinks out, then wrapped them solidly around his back, and gave him a little thump in the ass with her heels. He relaxed onto her.
"Oof, you're heavy."
He grunted and pulled out of her, with a wet pop at the end like a cork being pulled. A little backflow of sperm and girlcome spilled out and she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Too tired?"
"No," he said, stroked his dick a few times. She watched through slitted eyes. She'd never seen a man jerk off, after all.
"Hey, no fair just getting yourself off. I can go another round too you know." Legs spread wide, she reached down with one hand to spread her lips. Not that they needed all that much spreading. Her equipment felt like it had taken Ryu pretty well, all things considered, and a quick feely with her fingers assured her that she could still clench reasonably tight, despite having being reamed out by that cock just now.
"You can?" He sounded puzzled.
"Yes, I can." Suddenly, she didn't feel quite so warm towards him. "Did you think I'd be totally out of it after just one?"
"Yeah."
Well fuck you too, she thought. Ass-kicking cannot wait. Ass-kicking will commence now. I'm going to make you scream. "Try me then."
"Okay." He gave a quick roll of the shoulders that might have been a shrug or might have been him limbering up, and lowered his rod to her entrance. He'd been out of her for all of a few minutes but she felt like a virgin all over again as he worked his dick in past her lips again. He felt even bigger than before. But she was feeling impatient. His cock felt really good inside her. Really good. She'd never had sex like this before, and she was pretty sure she wasn't going to get it again any time soon--there weren't that many men with gigantic dongs in Hong Kong--so she might as well take advantage of the present opportunity.
Shit, I'm a size-queen too, aren't I? "C'mon," she said. "Hurry it up." She bounced her heels off his behind to spur him on.
He got the head in fine and started rolling his hips around in a circle. Widening her opening a bit, she supposed, or maybe just getting himself off. Men were more sensitive at the head, right? She wasn't entirely certain. But anyway, she wanted that meat back inside her, and she wanted it back there now. She was just about to slam her heels down on him to pack it back in her willy-nilly, when he drew back a centimeter or so, and drove the rest of his shaft, the whole foot-plus of it, straight up into her so hard he drove her skidding back almost two feet.
"Ow, Ryu! You're going to give me matburn!" she would have liked to say. But the feeling of that cock fucking into her was intense, and more than a little painful, and her vagina reflexively tensed up, clamped down on him with everything it had. Hell, her whole body did. Her nails were cutting shallow furrows in the knotted muscle of his back. Her legs criss-crossed over his back and squeezed him tight -- hard enough to crack ribs, if he'd been a normal man -- and her feet slammed down hard directly on his ass, driving him down into her even harder. He was going to get a bruise there, she thought, and serve him right. But first she thought something like "Aaaauuuugh!" And felt stars bursting behind her eyes.
When the dizziness passed, she found that Ryu was stuck inside her. He was grappling with her upper arms, and trying to pull himself out, but there was no way he was going to win against her legs, not with them wrapped all around him tight like that, locking him deep inside her. And judging from the way he was struggling to get free, she was pretty sure he knew it. She relaxed her vagina and gave his dick an experimental tug. Like milking him.
"Having some trouble there?" she smirked at him. She upped the pressure from her legs a bit, enjoyed the sweat beading on his brow. This, she decided, was probably what a boa constrictor felt watching its prey struggle in its grasp. Ryu was her prey. And he was not getting away. Well, not without some begging first. Clearly screwing him into the floor had not taught him any respect. So she said: "Beg."
"For what?" he grunted.
"What do you think?" She squeezed him again, then jerked him around a little for fun. Up and down and from side to side. It made his dick, lodged deep in her sex, do wonderful things to her inner parts. Kind of like he was a living dildo -- only better than a dildo, since he was warm and struggling, and his penis throbbed -- and she was using him for her pleasure. Not that he had anything to complain of. His face was contorted in a way that suggested to her he was about to faint of sheer pleasure. "What do you think?" she asked again.
Ryu had caught on to her game, though. The intense gaze he was levelling at her was exciting, and made her wet all over again, but she was pretty sure he was saying there was no way in Hell he'd be begging this time around. She didn't mind, though. No point in beating him down if he didn't resist.
Maintaining the pressure on his hips (and the crushing pressure on his organ), she stroked the sweat soaked extense of his back, pulled around to massage his pectorals, then slid her hands up to grab his jaw and pull him down for a good long kiss. He hadn't been all that much of a kisser an hour ago, although the tentative lips-only thing had been kind of sweet, but he'd improved by leaps and bounds, and they ended up gasping into each others' mouths, while their tongues fenced around each other. He bore down on her, still trying to wriggle free, and she had to adjust her legs slightly, to lock them so they didn't slip apart because of the sweat.
His cock jerked in her. "Ready to give?" she gasped into his mouth, but he turned his head sideways and bore down like he was going to devour her. She felt his hands clamp tight around her wrists, and suddenly, he was stretching her out on the ground, her arms pulled out full length above her head. Her back arched, and her nipples brushed against his chest. They both shuddered at the feeling.
She tried to jerk his lower body around again, to manipulate his cock inside her cunt, but she couldn't get the leverage this time. The moment she realized it, Ryu pulled up and back, taking her with him -- python-legs and all -- and gave her enough time for a flicker of fearful anticipation to flit through her eyes before he started pounding her into the mat.
There was only so much he could do down there without the freedom to pull out and give her a full dick-length stroke, but what there was he was doing. His cock punched into her with crushing force, like a little fist hammering on her back wall. And the sides were rubbing her innards raw. On the other end of things, he was nuzzling the the nooks of her clavicles and trailing his tongue along the long lines of her neck. The cool of the air on her wettened skin send an erotic shudder through her, and he moved down to suck on the copious flesh of her breasts.
A few minutes of that pounding, and he'd shaken her silly enough for him to get loose. While she was still trying to get her bearings, he left off pinning her hands to the floor and seized one leg in crook of each arm, and started in on some serious full-bore fucking.
It was completely different from what she'd felt before.
When he'd been under her, he hadn't been able to get the whole thing out easily, so he'd really just been fucking her with half his dick. Half his dick had still been more dick than any other man she'd ever slept with, but it hadn't been his full power. But now he had the upper hand--the high ground and his whole humongous sex organ--and he used it without mercy. He'd fucked her like a man possessed before, but now he was fucking away at her like a sociopathic madman with no impulse control. His dick was pistoning out of her so fast she thought she'd get burn from the friction, and every few strokes, he jam it in tight and swirl it around, like he was probing for something deep down in her body. He didn't even fuck into her from only one direction. She felt his dick ramming in from every which way, punching against every side of her chute.
She was pretty sure she was drooling.
And moaning.
Fuck she didn't know what she was doing. It was like she'd lost control of all her limbs, like she couldn't control her legs enough to squeeze him back into submission, or control her sex enough to milk him dry, or control her arms enough to . . . to stop them from massaging her breasts like there was no tomorrow. He was driving her insane.
But how was he doing? She struggled to focus on his face, jiggling up and down in time with those long, jarring, oh-so-pleasurable thrusts. He looked . . . cool. In control. Like the only thing he had to worry about was a bit of sweat trickling down into his eyes, and he had that red headband to take care of that. Shit. He was dominating her totally. Like a fight, where he'd got her stuck in a corner to pound away, and she couldn't fight back, all she could do was hang on for dear life and wait for an opening.
This will not stand, she thought. No fucking way. I'm not going down like this!

She waited to catch the rhythm, missed it once, then started slamming her hips back up at him, as hard as she could. She was rewarded by a break in his rhythm, a few thrusts that went off target and slow, a quick spasm in his left leg. He grunted in time with her counterthrusts. Through the haze of pleasure and the incredible feeling of his prick mauling her pussy, the throbbing veins rubbing hard against her walls, she waited for an opportunity to turn things around, to get her legs back around his body. So she could squeeze the juice right out of him. Teach him a lesson.
Her moment came when he lingered, just a bit too long inside her, grinding and twisting away at her insides. Her internal muscles caught hold of him tight, so tight that he couldn't get free. A cruel twist of her hips, the flesh of her grasping sex slipping smoothly over the surface of his prong, and he bit off a loud moan. Lightning quick, she whipped her legs open, forced his arms apart, and shoved them back down over his hips -- or meant to, but somehow he caught hold of her ankles and rolled her over so she was resting on her shoulders, and he was jackhammering down into her, his hands clenching at her ass. The sensation of his cock plowing into her sex from this new angle was different, and even better than before. Or maybe it was just that it was different.
Screw it, she thought. I can't believe how good this feels.
Chun Li wasn't quite prepared to succumb, though. The pleasure was so intense, now that it was almost numbing, or maybe it was just that having a gargantuan member plow away at her for two hours was numbing in itself, but she made one last attempt to take back control of the situation. Rolled her whole body around, and plopped Ryu flat on his ass, with her on top again, her legs flexing to start in on her own pounding away. But she felt slow -- too slow -- and orgasm was too close. Before she knew it, he'd flipped her back flat on her back, with him, lying flat on top of her, sucking and massaging her breasts, with his pelvis hammering down against hers, his cock pumping away inside her.
"Harder, Ryu," she heard herself say, and he sped up, winding her up for orgasm. It burst on her, harder than last time, and she shuddered clasping him tight to her, while he fucked her through orgasm. A moment later, he slammed his cock home again, and she felt his cock jerk inside her, shaking her whole lower torso. Her legs twitched. Her toes curled. She thought she could even feel his come filling her up inside. She knew she could feel it flowing out -- his cock took up all the available room inside, and she was sure there was a big, sticky white mess spilling down both their thighs.
This is bliss, she thought. Absolute bliss. Like I've died and gone to heaven.
And then she realised that Ryu hadn't stopped.
He was still working her pussy over. In fact, she hadn't noticed it, but while she was zonked out on orgasmic bliss, he'd flipped her over onto her side, and started doing her that way.
Oh shit.
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