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promise not to come in you.”

    “Thanks,” I whispered, although the idea of having him shoot his thick, hot cum into my open pussy continued to turn me on. But since that would be going too far, I just bit my lip and tried to hold on as he fucked into me, almost but not quite reaching the end of my channel with each shallow stroke as he pinched and twisted my nipples and pumped inside me.

    Despite his promise and my own best intentions, I felt Kurt sinking deeper and deeper inside me as he moved. It might have had to do with the fact that I was backing to meet him, adding that extra little bit of force with every thrust, helping his cock get farther and farther into my pussy. I didn’t mean to do it -- it was just my body’s natural reaction to his. It seemed as though my cunt wanted to be filled with his cock. As though I needed to have him in me for some reason. I was beginning to wonder if we were going to wind up fucking for real when Lisa had us stop to get into another position.

    “Sorry,” Kurt murmured as he pulled out of me slowly. “I, uh, think I went a little further than we meant to.”

    “It’s okay,” I assured him breathlessly. “It’s all for the picture, after all. And you weren’t all the way inside me.”

    “No, not quite.” He looked down at his hard shaft and we could both see where the shine of my cunt honey ended -- a few inches from the root of his cock. I wondered if things would stay that way, but I didn’t have time to wonder long.

    “Let’s skip the lotus,” Lisa said to my disappointment. “I want to get pictures of you in the butterfly position.”

    “The what?” Kurt frowned at her. I was confused too but it turned out to be just a fancy name for woman-on-top. He lay back on the bed, and I straddled him, acutely aware that I was going to be in charge of the penetration in this particular position.

    “Okay, whenever you’re ready.” Lisa nodded at us, her camera poised.

    “Go for it, Mel.” Kurt looked up at me, watching as I grasped his thick shaft at the base and positioned it just under my open pussy. Slowly, trying not to go too far, I slid down onto him. I was braced with my thighs wide apart as he entered me, and I tried to balance myself with my hands on his legs but it wasn’t easy. I’m pretty strong but I wasn’t used to doing squat thrusts or anything, so a good six or seven inches of his cock entered me before I managed to stop myself.

    Kurt and I both looked down to where he was piercing me. “That was close,” he whispered.

    I nodded. “I know -- I don’t know how long I can hold this,” I confessed.

    “You’ll be okay -- I’ll help you.” He put his hands on my waist to support me, but Lisa shook her head.

    “No, I want your hands over your head, Kurt. It has to look like Melanie’s in charge on this one.”

    Shrugging, Kurt put his hands over his head and I had to support myself. Carefully, I began to raise and lower my body, watching as his thick shaft, glistening with my juices, slid deeper and deeper inside me with each thrust. It wasn’t Kurt’s fault -- even though I could feel his muscles bunching like iron under me, he didn’t move an inch. It was all me, and I was beginning to wonder how long my arms and thighs could hold out in this awkward position. Already my muscles were shaking with the effort -- it just wasn’t a pose I was used to holding.

    Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you mind if I come all the way down just once? I just need to rest for a minute,” I said to Kurt, who was giving me a concerned look.

    “Sure, Mel,” he murmured. “Whatever you want.”

    And it was what I wanted, I realized. I wanted him deep inside me, if only for a minute, so I could rest my aching thighs. After all, just once couldn’t hurt, could it?

    “No, fucking, okay?” I said, trying to give him a stern look as I let myself come all the way down.

    “No, of course not,” he agreed, his deep voice