Dial *69 for a wake-up call . . .

I drift awake, fighting to stay in the dream. I dreamed I was fucking Heather—many of my dreams have ended up that way over the years . . .

As I come to, I’m not sure what registers first—the warm, wet lips (and tongue) working over my prick, or the warm, wet lips (and clit) hovering in front of my face. I think it’s most likely the perfume of horny girl, though; don’t they say the sense of smell is the most primal of all the senses? After a moment or three to process the situation, I think, OK, I wasn’t fucking Heather, she was blowing me. I grab her sweet hanging curves, one in each hand, and lift my head from the pillow to suck on her clit. Heather moans loudly around my dick as I knead her heavy melons and trill her pearl with my tongue. She grinds her twat against my face, then pulls off my cock and shrieks in climax. Her body shakes and shivers above me as I enjoy her right through her orgasm.

When her body calms, Heather swings herself off my face and turns around. “Fuck, lover, that was good,” she says, her voice a little shaky. She straddles my hips and raises herself up above my prick. “I was dreaming I was fucking you silly,” she continues. “I woke up to find you on your back, moaning, with your cock in the air like a flagpole.” Having seated herself on said flagpole to her satisfaction, she begins to slide down it. “I just had to taste you, baby,” she moans. “I didn’t think—mmmm, that’s good—you’d object . . .”

“Object?” I ask incredulously. “I can’t imagine ever objecting to you fucking me!”

“Under any circumstances?” she purrs, then throws back her head and moans as she finishes impaling herself on my shaft. “I may have to—fuck I love your big pussyrocket—take advantage of that . . .”

As Heather smirks at me, eyes half-lidded, I have a sudden vision of sex in various public places. Well, if she’s up for it, I’m sure she can get me up for it . . .

“Fuck, you’re big,” she moans. “I swear you’re filling me all the way up to my tits.” Her smirk widens. “Speaking of which . . .” Heather leans forward and rests her hands on the bed, setting her curvy beauties swinging in my face. “Love my big titties, baby,” she purrs as she starts rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against me and fucking my cock by rotation.

I grab a heavy melon in each hand, enjoying their weight. I pinch her nipples and twirl them gently; I knead her supple titflesh, pressing my fingers into her soft skin and stroking it with my palms. “You’re so sexy, baby, I can hardly believe it,” I tell her. “I have a sex goddess riding my cock . . .” I feed myself one of her tits, kissing, licking, and sucking it all over, filling my mouth with her satiny skin, spiraling in toward her nipple.

Heather’s eyes light up at my words, and she moans at the touch of my lips on her breast. “You deserve it, lover,” she says, her voice pregnant with lust. “Your cock is worthy of Zeus. No wonder so many women wanted to fuck him . . .” She picks up speed and starts swiveling her hips. Before long, she’s moving in circles and figure-eights, rubbing my prick all around her cunt. “Ohhhhh, I love your cock,” she moans. “You feel so good, stretching my hungry little pussy . . . so big, so deep . . . You like that pussy, baby? You like feeling my hot, wet pussy squeezing your big fuckpole?”

“I love your sweet pussy, sexy girl,” I murmur into her tit. “It was worth waiting seven years for.” I suck her nipple deep into my mouth and run my tongue all over it.

Heather gasps and gives my aching rod a series of hard squeezes with her cunt walls. “Thank you for waiting for me, Andrew,” she moans. “Take me, I’m yours . . . take all of me, lover, take everything, I’m all yours, now—now and forever . . . I love you, baby—I need you so much—love me right, like I’ve never been loved before. Love my tits, touch me everywhere, claim me with your cock—claim that pussy with your big, thick cock—make me feel you everywhere . . . Just like that, love, suckle me just like that, love my big titties, feast on my big titties while I ride your big fucking pussyrocket. Make love to me, baby, make love to me. Give me—take me—always and forever, never stop, just don’t ever stop. Fill me with your cock—fill my hungry little pussy full of your man-meat—make me feel so full—so right—feel so complete—ohhhh, love, I’m yours—all yours—all yours. Take me—take me—only yours—all for you—only for you . . .”

I suckle Heather’s nipple hard and fast, making her gasp again and moan my name, then paint it all over with my tongue. I gently bite the base of the nipple and flick its tip with the tip of my tongue, making her mewl, then caress it softly with my lips. She slides her hips forward and back, rotating them as she does so, creating amazing pressure and friction on my thick pole. My hands are busy fondling and squeezing her succulent boobs; as I fill my mouth with one of their hard, rosy points, I pinch and roll the other in my fingers. I feast on one tit for a while before switching to the other and giving it the same treatment; then I push them together and suck on both nipples at once.

Heather rocks and slides faster and faster on my cock. “More, baby,” she moans, “yes, yes, more, more . . . Ooooooh, lover, your mouth feels so fucking good on my sexy girls—almost as good as your big fucking mommy-maker feels in my hungry little pussy.” I give her titbud a sharp little nip; she yowls, sits up, and starts riding me up and down as hard and fast as she can. She gyrates her hips, twisting around my rod as she fucks me, then starts undulating like a stripper; her hot, tight, slick cunt feels almost unbearably good as she bounces and writhes on my pole.

I keep one hand on Heather’s bouncing melons, pulling and twisting each swollen nipple in turn, and drop the other to her quim. As best I can with all her movement, I go after her clit, rubbing it hard, lightly flicking it, and even pinching it a little between two fingers. “Fuck yeah, Andrew! Rub my clit—just like that—play with my little fucking button—more—more—pinch my nipples, baby, squeeze my tits, grab my big titties—love your big, thick cock—big fucking pussyrocket—I’m so hot, so fucking wet, you make me so fucking crazy horny—I want you, baby, I want all of you, I need you—love you—”

“I love you too, baby,” I tell her huskily. “And you’re so fucking sexy, it’s unreal . . . Fuck, lover, it’s almost as sexy watching you go crazy as it is feeling your hot, wet pussy squeezing my cock.”

“So close—so fucking close—love your cock,” Heather moans. “Big mommy-maker driving me so fucking wild . . . Fucking monster—ride this fucking monster wild with my tight little pussy . . . Cum for me, baby—cum hard—my pussy wants your cum . . . I want to feel your—hot cream—my hungry little pussy . . . Give me all of it—all your cum—fill me—fill me up—make me cum. Cum hard in me—cum with me—cum in my pussy—make me cum.”

“You want to feel me cum, sexy girl?” I ask. “You want to feel me blow my hot load in your tight little pussy? Can you feel how hot I am for you—how big and long and thick you make me? You want to feel all of it?”

Heather’s face lights up. “Give me—give me—give me—MINE!”

“Get ready, baby,” I gasp. “Take it like a woman—my woman—mine—I’m—cumming!”

“Yeah—” she pants. “Cum for me, love—let me feel you—” I throw my head back with a loud, strangled cry as my orgasm detonates, blasting rockets of cum deep into Heather’s hot body. When she feels me cum, she climaxes with a shriek of her own. She falls forward as her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking it for all it’s worth. I wrap my arms tight around her and claim her mouth with mine, silencing her with a fierce kiss. She embraces my neck in turn and we make out hungrily as we cum, all wrapped up in each other.

Eventually, Heather rolls off me and snuggles into my side. “I could do with more wake-up calls like that in my life,” I murmur.

“Oh?” she responds, her voice glinting happily. “How many more?”

I turn my head to kiss her soundly, then murmur into her lips, “How about every day for the rest of my life?”

Heather kisses me back and lays her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. “You’re on, lover. You’re on.”