Abby rides my dick

We cuddle for quite some time in profound contentment, talking of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. I run my fingers through Abby’s hair and caress her back, while she strokes my chest and plays with my dick. Gradually, my fully-recovered dick occupies more and more of her attention. She hums in pleasure when she feels the first drops of pre-cum, lubricating her hand with it and slowly wanking my shaft. Her breathing comes faster, and her excitement grows. Finally she pushes herself up, swings astride my hips, and impales herself fully on my spear in one swift movement. As her hips come to rest on mine, I can feel the cul-de-sac of her anterior fornix, her A-spot, embrace my knob. Her eyes go wide, her jaw drops, and she throws back her head, howling in orgasm like a wolf in heat. She writhes and twists above me as her hotbox goes into paroxysms around my boner, presenting an erotic vision that makes me smile.

“Fuck,” Abby breathes once her body stills. “Wow . . . fuck . . . your dick just hit someplace I didn’t even know existed . . . deeper than deep . . . fuck that’s incredible . . .” She lifts herself most of the way off me, until little more than my cockhead is still inside her, then slams herself down again. “Ben,” she moans, “oh, fuck, Ben, your cock is amazing . . . you’re so deep in my pussy, you’re fucking me places I didn’t even know I had places . . . you’re filling me so full, never been so full . . . fuck, I knew cock felt good, but I never knew it could feel this good . . .”

I reach down to rub her pearl with my thumb, and Abby yowls and starts bouncing like Tigger. “Ben, Ben, Ben,” she moans, “oh, fuck, that’s so—fucking—good, don’t stop, don’t stop, rub my button, rub my little button while I ride your cock—fuck that’s a good cock, so fucking good—love your big mommy-maker, love your fingers—so good, so good, oh fuck I’m—I’m—” She slams herself down on me with a shriek, falls forward, and starts grinding her clit against my pubic bone (I pull my thumb out quickly) as her body erupts in climax like Vesuvius. I grab her perfect young tits, kneading them and thumbing their erect little pink points; she shrieks again and grinds harder as her tight young cunt continues spasming and clenching around my dick.

As she comes off her high, Abby realizes what she’s doing, and starts experimenting. She starts sliding forward and back, keeping up the friction on her clit as she fucks my dick. I pull her down to kiss her passionately; we make out for a little, our lips wrestling and our tongues playing as she fucks me. Then I kiss along her jawline and down her neck to her tits, feeding myself one of her stiff little nipples. “Oooooh, Ben, yeah, suckle me, suckle my nipples,” she moans, riding me harder. She flexes her hips and moans louder as that changes the angle of my dick in her hotbox. “So good . . .” she groans. “Fuck, baby, I love your big man-muscle . . .”

I squeeze and massage both of Abby’s firm breasts, licking and suckling each of their eager pink nubs in turn, pinching and thumbing the other one. “Love my tits, Ben,” she encourages me. “You make my titties feel so good . . .”

“Gladly, baby girl,” I say huskily. “They feel wonderful in my hands and mouth. You have tits made to feast on . . .” Moaning my name over and over, Abby rocks and slides and grinds on me, rolling and flexing her hips, fucking my cock by rotation. She keeps trying new things, swinging her hips from side to side and enjoying the effect; at one point, she stops moving in a straight line and just swings her hips in a circle several times. It all feels wonderful. “You love fucking that big cock, don’t you, sweet girl?” I growl. “Your tight young cunt is made to drive a man crazy, and it’s so sexy watching you learn what you can do with it—watching you learn how to use your body to fuck me right. You’re sex in motion, baby—you’re a crazy hot fuck.”

Abby throws back her head and moans, then pulls her feet up until she’s squatting over me and goes back to bouncing up and down, riding me furiously. “So good—so good—so hot—so horny—” she gasps. “I love your big fucking cock—so close—so—close—” Her words trail off into incoherent noises, the pitch climbing steadily, and suddenly she shrieks and slams herself down on my prick as a powerful orgasm slams into her like the blast front of an explosion. I hold on to my self-control—barely—as her body goes wild, her tunnel squeezing my dick with remarkable force. She slumps forward, ending up back on her knees with her ass elevated. I can pull up my own knees and start fucking her hard from below to finish myself off, or I can pull her down on top of me and roll us over. Decisions, decisions . . .