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his eyes betrayed utter dedication to her pleasure. She then glanced between her legs at the point where their hips met. With one last push, he hilted his mighty weapon inside her body. 

Lance felt the tip of his prick slide into her cul-de-sac. Known to sexologists as the "posterior fornix," the juicy nook lay deep inside a chick. When greatly aroused, her cervix lifted upward in the vagina in order to allow access to the hidden passage. And after it opened, the fornix extended deep into the female body to accommodate a large sex organ. 

Few guys knew or cared about the cul-de-sac but it played a central role in Lance's phenomenal lovemaking. Not only did the canal allow him to plunge his tool much deeper into a lover. Her deep spot resided in the secret cove, the ultimate wellspring of vaginal orgasms. 

Sandra's entire body shivered with anticipation. The teen stud had entered her holy of holies, a place a no girly dick had a hope in hell of reaching. She could barely touch the spot with a dildo. But Lance's ten-and-a-half inch ladykiller nailed it dead center. 

The well-hung Adonis leaned down and planted a firm and commanding kiss on her lips. He felt both rough and sensual just like a true man ought to be. As they made out, she felt it throbbing inside of her, her walls clinging to every ridge and vein. Even at rest, his tool exerted a subtle dominance, stretching her, filling her depths, scratching an eighteen-year itch that burned within. Out of nowhere, Sandra found herself shuddering and writhing beneath him. Just feeling that fuck club buried inside her depths had triggered a powerful orgasm. 

Lance rose up, still joined to the groin with Sandra, as a thundering climax roiled her voluptuous body. He had to perform nearly ten minutes of steady inward thrusts and gyrations but she had taken the whole thing. No girl had ever done that. He wasn't exactly in love but it meant something. 

Sandra loudly exhaled as Lance drew his hips back, unsheathing his weapon with tantalizing deliberation. His slow pace amplified and intensified her internal sensations. She could feel his flared helmet tugging against her tender walls, the friction causing little sparks of pleasure inside her channel. Then he suddenly reversed directions and drove himself forward. 

Sandra's back instantly snapped into an arch. Her mouth gaped open in a silent cry. She clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug painfully into her own flesh. A shockwave of pleasure rocketed up her spine and exploded in her skull. The brute force of the crescendo left her wide-eyed and breathless, drowning in a bottomless sea of pleasure. 

Lance watched Sandra come on his cock. The sight excited him but the urge to fire his load had dissipated. The sexual athlete had entered a calmer headspace as he focused upon his illicit mission. He would give Sandra the best fuck of her life. Such a feat required absolute concentration and dedication. Just like football, sex was a contact sport and the champion cocksman played to win. 

After her orgasm finally subsided, the teenage stallion pulled back again until only his knob remained lodged in her snatch. Without warning, his hips hammered forward, claiming her most intimate depths. A long, low, throaty moan exited her lips. Lance didn't pause this time. His hips drew back again and plunged once more into her wet, warm pussy. 

Lance continued his thrusts and withdrawals, pounding her in a slow, torrid rhythm. Unlike most guys, he didn't rush. The well-hung Casanova didn't need to. Every stroke rocked her to the core, as his tool rode roughshod across her vaginal nerves and bottomed out in her cul-de-sac. The next orgasm hit. Hard. Sandra jammed her eyes shut, bracing for the impact. Stars exploded behind her eyelids. The orgasm felt like it blew out the back of her skull. 

Sandra finally opened her eyes and gazed up at Lance. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat that accentuated his chiseled physique. The veins that capped his boulder biceps popped and pulsed with power as he plowed into her. His abs flexed inward on each outstroke. She also noted his groin was coated in a thick layer of pussy nectar. Sandra must have squirted all over the mattress during her last orgasm. 

Lance picked up the pace, hammering the lusty size queen with his forearm of a phallus. His dark long hair fanned out in waves, framing his smoldering visage of animal desire. Sandra could feel the entire van rocking on its shocks as the raging manbeast slammed into her. 

"Come for me, babe," he urged her in a whisper. "Do it." 

And just like magic, her body seized up with yet another climax. But this time, the rakish brute sustained her at a fever pitch with his savage thrusts. Another peak lit up her nervous system before the last one even died down. The orgasms just kept coming. By either luck or skill, he tapped the deepest part of Sandra's vagina, drilling his big dick into her mother lode of pleasure. 

As her thoughts dissolved into raw sensation, one impression persisted. No, she hadn't fallen in love with him. But the two of them shared an almost elemental connection. They were fire and ice, steaming up the windows of her van with the heat of their coupling. No matter how much she scorned the low-class Lothario, Sandra couldn't deny Lance was a literal force of nature. This hurricane of a man was ravaging her and she loved every fucking minute of it. 

"Oh, Lance!" Sandra cried out, her voice quavering with emotion. "I want you." 

Lance flashed a sexy grin. Tonight came about as close to heaven as he could get in the back of a van. Sandra wasn't just the hottest chick at Peoria Tech. The buxom jezebel had starred in his sexual fantasies for months. And, after months of heartache, he had finally claimed his prize. And she wasn't just wrapped around his finger. Lance had her wrapped around his cock. 

As Sandra finally came down from her high, she couldn't help but notice his smug expression had returned. It looked like the smirk of a playboy who thought he gained the upper hand. Why had she called out his name like that before? The concession had emboldened him. Sandra would need to put him back in his place and quickly. 

In a flash, the black belt bombshell slid backwards and decoupled from Lance. She sprang upright and assumed a defensive crouch. It happened so quickly that he didn't have time to react before she shoved him violently against the back doors to the van. His grin vaporized. 

"It's my turn to have fun," she whispered in his ear. "Get on your back." It was a command, not a request. 

Lance obediently lay down. His massive 6'6" frame occupied most of the mattress. Yet despite his bulk, Sandra loomed over him with an almost ominous air. His heart pounded with both terror and excitement as she climbed on top of her prey. With feline grace, the vixen positioned her crotch directly above his towering erection, braced her arms against his muscle-bound chest, and lowered her hips. His prick sank into her like a knife through butter. 

"Listen, babe," she mocked him. "In this van, we do woman on top." 

Lance was hardly in a position to complain. Sandra had to do all the work up there. He could lie back and watch the show. The temptress slid down his pole nice and slow. Her lips pouted in an "O" as she wedged his big knob into her cul-de-sac. That's all it took to get her off. She had a very erogenous deep spot. 

With her arms still braced against Lance's pecs, Sandra dug her nails into the breastplate of muscle. She ground her crotch against his hips for a few seconds and then froze up. The vixen's tight velvet cunt clamped down on him with startling force. Her silence was deafening. Lance knew Sandra wasn't a screamer. But her face didn't lie. The babe was blissed out. 

Sandra came so hard that it hurt. Her quinny contracted in a violent rhythm against his rock hard python, each squeeze sending a jolt of pain and pleasure up her spine. The size queen was still adapting to that forearm of a phallus. His girth stretched her walls farther apart than any dildo, its uncompromising dimensions glutting her deepest hungers. 

Each subsequent contraction became less painful and more joyful. And there were so many of them! With other guys, the spasms began to weaken after a few seconds. But Lance had struck her orgasmic jackpot. The contractions were getting stronger and stronger. They made her head spin. 

Lance gripped Sandra's hips to guide her movements as the jezebel worked his length in and out of her hot box. She soon went Category 5 on him, her big jugs bouncing violently up and down. The sight provoked an almost Pavlovian response in his loins. The alpha thug was no rocket scientist to begin with. But a pair of flying F-cups turned him into a drooling idiot. His time was about to come. 

Desperate for release, Lance began hammering his hips upward, nailing Sandra's deep spot on every thrust. She responded by double-timing her ass up and down his pole, jamming his knob into her fornix. The last thing he remembered before his climax was her face. Sandra's expression became carefree and gleeful. It might have been the first time the ice babe ever looked truly happy. 

Sandra humped his crotch harder and harder to push him past the point of no return. A well-aimed stroke nailed her deep spot, triggering another squirting orgasm. The stone cold fox came apart at the seams. Juices gushed out of her pussy like a river and doused his balls and thighs in love nectar. Her limbs thrashed in every direction with only his towering prick keeping her body anchored in position. 

Before she could fall off of him, Lance's big palms slipped under her butt and he began to hoist her body up and down his ten-inch shaft. As her lust-crazed delirium plateaued, she noted his strength. Sandra might have remained on top but Lance had taken charge. His grip tightened and the rakish brute began to jerk himself off with her body, whipping her up and down like his personal sex toy. However, his burst of aggression ended as quickly as it erupted. 

"MOTHERFUCKER!" he thundered. "I'M GONNA COME!" 

Lance let go of Sandra's hips as his body arched into the air, his massive frame supported entirely upon his head and heels. His butt rose a foot off the bed with Sandra still mounted upon his pole. She braced her arms against the ceiling of the van to stay balanced and pushed herself downward, cramming every inner inch of her quinny with big, hard cock. She locked her ankles underneath his ass and gripped his waist in a scissors hold. The ride was about to get rough... 

 

Sandra felt him pulsating inside of her. His hips bucked once, then twice, and a massive load of spunk surged up his mighty prickshaft. Sandra marveled at the heat and force of the blast. Even with a condom, she could feel him toss off inside of her. The eruption lasted nearly twenty seconds before it tapered off. For a moment, Sandra thought he had finished but Lance experienced orgasm on a different order of magnitude. That only had been his first wad. Suddenly, his glutes tensed up again and he fired an even more powerful jet into her depths. 

"FUCK, YEAH!" he boomed in a deafening yell.