Cowgirl

“All I know is, I want to look you in the eyes,” I tell Heather. Her eyes glow with love as she stands and gives me a long, deep kiss.

When she pulls back, she looks at me and asks with a smirk, “Are you OK spending some time looking me in the tits?”

**** back laughter, I say, “Of course!”

“Good,” Heather replies with great satisfaction, “because I want you all over them. Lie down on the bed and let me ride that big beautiful fuckpole.”

I drop into a quick crouch, pull her sex to my mouth, and plunge my tongue deep into her wetness. I give her a quick lap and do my best to suck on her clit at the same time; it works surprisingly well. Heather lets out a soft, high sound and shakes hard against my face, clinging to the back of my head for balance. I pop back to my feet and spin away to lie on my back on the bed, leaving her standing with her eyes half-closed, looking decidedly shaky. After a few moments, she gathers herself together and gives me a small, tremulous smile. “That was naughty, Andrew,” she says softly; her voice is husky and quivers a little. “That was very naughty.” Heather walks slowly to the bed. “And do you know what naughty boys get?”

I grin at her and ask, “What?”

Heather swings herself across my hips in one swift motion and says, “Anything they want.”

She grabs my cock with one hand and lowers herself until she’s taken my knob within her slick folds, then holds herself in that position. I lose myself in her eyes, bright with love and desire. I can feel her flexing her hips around my cockhead, but I can’t look away from her blue-green depths, and I don’t want to.

Time starts again when Heather leans forward slowly and claims my mouth with hers. Our tongues fence lightly as we devour one another’s lips, until she pulls off and up and arches her back, swinging a fat, supple tit into my mouth. I latch on instinctively, capturing its stiff, eager peak and sucking it between my teeth. “That’s it, baby, that’s it,” she moans. “Suckle me, lover, suckle me hard. Suck on my nipples, feast on my big titties—ooooh, love my big fucking titties aaaaahhhh—” She cuts off with a gasp when I grab one heavy globe in each hand and squeeze, massaging her soft, firm titflesh. “Aaaahhhh—aaaahhhh—aaaahhhh—aaaahhhh—” she pants.

I grip Heather’s boobs and roll them in my fingers, enjoying their silken skin and supple weight. I suck hard on one nipple, pulling my head back to stretch it, then let it pop free and watch her tit bounce in reaction. I recapture it and suckle furiously, playing my tongue over it and scraping it with my teeth, then switch to the other and try to taste her whole breast at once. I fill my mouth with her boob and massage it with my teeth, stroking it with my tongue and scraping the back of my tongue across its erect tip. I switch nipples again and spend a while kissing her quivering titbud with just soft strokes of my lips, then move back and caressing the other one with just the tip of my tongue. My hands play eagerly with both breasts, delighting in the soft, heavy fullness overflowing my grip—and paying special attention to whichever nipple is available. I pinch and pull them, roll and twist them, swirl my fingers around them and press them with my thumbs.

Heather moans and twists and urges me on. “So fucking good, love—your hands, your mouth, so fucking good on my tits—more, baby, give me more—they’re all yours, all for you, only all for you—claim my body, lover, feast on me, love my big titties—make me your tit-slut, your tit-****—go crazy, baby, take me, take what you want, do what you want with me, have your way with me, just don’t stop, don’t ever stop . . .” As she writhes and flexes, she impales herself more and more on my cock, squeezing me erratically with her pelvic muscles as she dances on my pole. “Such a fucking good dick—mine, all mine, so big and thick . . . my pussy’s never felt so full, so good . . . I love your big, thick cock, baby—your big fucking horse cock . . . Oh, fuck, I’ve never had it so deep, and you’re not even all the way in! Give me all of it, lover—let me have it all . . .”

The feeling of Heather’s wet heat slowly engulfing my steel-hard erection is almost too good to bear, as much because this is the girl I’ve wanted and loved since sixth grade as for anything physical; to keep myself from cumming too soon, I redouble my oral **** on her swaying peaks. Before long, she yelps, then gasps, “All this cock in my pussy—” She abruptly raises herself most of the way off my prick—“—right—”—holds herself poised a moment—“—fucking—”—then with a sharp “now!” slams herself down, impaling herself to the hilt on my sword. She lets out a banshee howl and grinds her clit on my pubic bone.

“So deep—” Heather gasps. “Didn’t know there was so deep—so fucking full, you fuck me so full, fuck me so deep, you’re so fucking deep in me—make me feel like a fucking virgin again. I am a virgin again—it’s all new, you make it all new . . . Fucking a real man—my man . . . fucking my lover . . . fucking my hot stud lover and his big fucking horse cock—nothing like this before . . . no one ever anything so good . . . never anyone else again, only you. Take your pussy, baby—all your pussy, all yours, all for you, only for you—give me your cock, give me your big thick beautiful fucking cock. Say I’m yours, baby. Say you want my pussy. Say you own me! Fuck, lover, I’m all yours—always and forever only yours . . .”

“You’re mine, you sexy thing,” I moan. “You’re all mine, and I’m never letting you go. Your pussy is mine—my cock is yours—all yours, any time you want it.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Heather moans. “You’ve got me so crazy fucking hot . . .” She starts rocking her hips and sliding forward and backward, fucking herself on my prick while keeping up the friction on her clit. “Never stop fucking me, baby, never stop, never stop . . .”

“Cum for me, love,” I tell her. “You’re so fucking sexy, let me see you go fucking sexy crazy. Go crazy on my cock, cum all over my cock. Let me feel your pussy squeeze me, let me see you lose control. Let me watch you cum, let me feel you.”

“Cum with me,” Heather demands in return. “Fill my hungry pussy with your hot cream. Fill me up, let me feel it, so nice and fucking warm.” She grinds on me faster, arching her back to press her tits into my face, and squeezes my cock as hard as she can. “So close . . .” she moans. “Make me cum, baby, I’m so close—just don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me, make me cum—love me—give me—give me everything—cum with me, lover, fill my hungry pussy with your cream—fill me up, satisfy me, let me feel your hot load in my hungry little pussy . . . I’m so close so close don’t stop don’t stop—give me your cum, love, give me—mine—love me—cum with me and make me cum—cock feels so fucking good in my pussy—fuck me love me fill me make me—so fucking close—”

Her wanton lust is too much for me. The dream that could never come true has become my life, and Heather is begging for my cum. I suck her tit deep into my mouth and thrust upward with my hips, driving my cock as deep as I can into her inviting cunt as a shattering orgasm explodes in all directions through my body. My prick erupts like Vesuvius, spraying the walls of her pussy with a torrent of cream. When she feels me cum, Heather’s climax detonates in response, blasting through her like a Hollywood explosion; a wild, triumphant scream tears from her throat and her cunt goes berserk around my cock. We press into each other as if we could somehow make this fusion of our bodies permanent; our shared ecstasy flays our nervous systems with fire.

Sometime later—probably much sooner than it seems—all our muscles go limp at the same time. I end up with Heather draped across me and my arms wrapped around her back; I probably won’t be able to breathe very long in this position, but I don’t care.

When Heather rolls off me, I hang on and roll with her. She slips an arm under me and wraps me up in an embrace of her own. I nuzzle her neck; she nuzzles my ear in return and murmurs, “ ‘I want to lay like this forever, until the sky falls down on me.’ ”