“Ruth, I want you to straddle this chair and sit on my erection. It is going to hurt briefly but feel amazing after that,” I instructed. I’m sc...red,” Ruth answered. “I know, I promise you will enjoy this. You obviously masturbate. Intercourse is ten times better than masturbation,” I said as I fondled her huge melons again. She straddled the lounge and was slowly lowering herself on to my throbbing cock. I grabbed her and pulled her down quickly. She gasped, winced then she relaxed. Her. Certainly she was for the taking, but when! I began visiting Uncle’s place daily. His family was quite free with me and so I used to get into the kitchen on some pretext or another. Every opportunity to touch, caress or pinch her was well utilized. She on the other hand seemed to be surrendering slowly. One afternoon I met her in the staircase. Seeing my chance I deliberately tripped on her. Immediately I grabbed her waist. This whore took a step further and placed her hand on my semi-hardened. The sheets below had already gotten drenched with her juices. “please please please!” she chanted. But I continued to ignore her, licking everywhere but where she wanted me to. She tried to lock her thighs and bring my face into her pussy but I used my hands to spread them apart. I continued teasing her blowing on her lips but never getting closer. Her clit had become engorged with blood and was no looking like a minuscule penis. I lifted her hips so that she was ass up and face down. Her back. My hands grasp her hips to hold her still while I take control of the thrusting. I ram my hard cock upward and hold it deep inside her wet cunt, letting her feel the brunt of my hardness, before withdrawing again. Her walls cling to me as I withdraw, still fearing I won't return. So, I thrust back inside with even more vigor than before. Grabbing her face, I mash my mouth against hers, lips closed, but tightly pressed together. I need her to feel my control. Give herself over to me again. Trust.