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Emma felt warm and tender all over, her pussy so wet she could feel it on her inner thighs. She had the old familiar feeling of being about to be fucked, fucked hard, and she’d grown so used to associating that with Scott that having it without him felt thrillingly new.

Big arms wrapped around her, callused fingers squeezing her breasts from behind, roughly kneading her nipples into stiffness. Emma looked down, surprised, seeing the mammoth hands massage her equally abundant breasts. Her nipples grew hard and engorged under the pressure, popping out from her proud tits like ripe fruit. She felt a bearded mouth kiss her neck, then her shoulders. And Emma shuddered as she turned and recognized her lover as Thor. He smiled broadly at her, suggestively, running his hands down from her breasts to the pink lips of her cunt. Emma moaned, more in surprise at his boldness than in pleasure, but she didn’t try to stop him or pull away.

She looked down at his prick, fully stiffened and pressed against her stomach like some conqueror’s standard. He didn’t have the kind of beautifully sculpted cock she’d been lucky enough to get with Scott. As handsome as Thor was, his prick was monstrous, blue veins throbbing heavily all along its length, giving grim warning of how lustful he was.

“Does it fill you with passion, fair maiden?” Thor asked, grinning lopsidedly at her.

“Maybe I’m passionate enough on my own,” Emma retorted.

“Then let it simply fill you!” he said, his grin turning to a leer of overwhelming desire.

Thor shoved her down without further preamble onto the porch’s tweed couch. She dropped onto it, her legs together, staring up at Thor. She’d never been much impressed by the masculine conqueror sort, but she supposed if she wanted to win at being debauched, she’d have to get out of her comfort zone. She splayed herself out for Thor to land on as he lowered himself to her. He at least nuzzled against her with some gentleness and foreplay, his nose pressed into the soft, clean smell of her blonde hair.

“Spread your legs, fair Frost. How can I love you with them held together?” he asked, giving an uproarious laugh as his hands gripped her thighs, both groping them warmly and relentlessly forcing them apart.

Emma put aside all thoughts of modesty or taste, knowing the best thing she could do now was let this man fuck her and see what depravity she could drive him to. Maybe it would be enough to make this outing worth remembering. She felt the hardness of his hugely engorged prick make warm, wet contact against her soft groin—a mewling gasp escaped her lips as she registered its heat.

Thor moved down on her, pressing the full length of his cock along her cleft, Emma gasping at his shaft rubbed against her slit, the heat of him making it seem like he’d entered her already. Her shoulders were pinned down to the cushions, her ass squirming and twisting under his weight, and she could feel the throb of his lust pounding in his erection, like it would explode if he didn’t thrust it into the receptive sheath of her pussy.

“Give it to me, you bastard… don’t keep me waiting, get me all hot and bothered… go on, I’m yours, try to take me…!”

“Nay,” Thor said suddenly. “That portal is well-trod already! For true debauchery, I must take another path. Turn over! Let me have the sweet little hole that creamy ass keeps hidden!”

Emma stiffened, a faint dizziness overtaking her. She gulped for air. What a way for her to break her longstanding streak of only allowing Scott inside her! But she turned over.

Only one of Thor’s hands was needed to pull her hips up off the couch. His other hand pressed her head down, keeping her ass up and her body just where he wanted it. Her asshole waited defenselessly in the air and Emma resolved to keep it that way. Her body would be a toy for the Asgardian to use in his hunt for satisfaction. She’d only stop being his plaything when he shot his load deep between her soft, resilient buttocks.

Thor gaped at her cream-white ass, the ample moons sprawled before him like a sacrifice to his pagan desire. He had to admit, it was rare to find a woman with an ass so pert and supple, yet so big and plump at the same time. His balls quaked. He could hardly wait to feel this woman squirm and cry out under him—the thought sent spasms of desire racing through his body like thunder rolling through a storm cloud.