He grabbed a hold of my hair and began to pound in to me, his balls slapping against me hard each time he pushed back in. He felt so good in my tight ...ittle cunt, it was amazing. Shouting out how much I needed him, how I needed his cum in me, but all he did was grunt and slap my ass, pulling on my hair with his other hand. “HARDER. FUCKING HARDER!” I yelled out as I pushed back in to him, my legs going weak as I got down to the floor. He growled and knelt behind me, but smirked. He never put. I squeezed his balls one more time and his plunged into my wet core.Within seconds, John was pounding away at my pussy. Having never experienced a true fucking, my back bowed with pleasure and my nails dug into John's shoulders as he rammed into my once virgin pussy. John fondled my breasts and made love to them as he pounded my pussy. He pressed his lips to mine and drove even harder into me. The next stroke was even deeper than the last."Oh, baby, Tori, you feel amazing." You do too!"His. In her mind's eye, she saw Connie's young face and felt a pang of jealousy. She heard noises downstairs and grimaced. She recognized the heavy clomping of Swede's boots and dreaded him coming upstairs for their ritual late afternoon fuck.A long time ago, Mary had realized that she didn't like fucking that much; she came most of the time but it was more an act of will than one of pleasure. And the way Swede plowed into her was like an endurance test.She heard his footsteps on the stairs and then. Soon she found herself searching through her own memories and doing the same, mentioning things like her rivalry with Power Girl, or her time spent with the Teen Titans. Just little details like that to keep her thinking in character. It was fun and time just sped by. She didn’t even notice when he refilled her drink.So she was a little drunk. It was a pleasant feeling, after all. And it made it easier to do things she had never dared to do. Like flirting. Not what she would have considered.