From behind

“Get on your hands and knees, sexy girl,” I say.

Heather’s eyes flash with desire; she assumes the position and waggles her hips at me. “You like that tight ass, baby?”

“Fuck yeah, lover—almost as much as I like seeing your big tits hanging down and swinging.”

“Good,” she purrs. She reaches back between her legs to spread her pussy wide, then looks back over her shoulder at me, eyes blazing. “Come on, stud,” she growls. “Take me like the stallion takes the mare. Take me hard and fast and crazy fucking deep. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”

I get up on my knees behind Heather and seat my cockhead in her wet fuckhole. “Grab my hair, baby,” she begs throatily. “Pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair. Pull my hair and fuck me hard and deep.”

“Your command is my wish, love,” I say. I lean forward to gather a fistful of her thick golden waves, then straighten up, pulling her head up and back and slamming my shaft home hilt-deep in her cunt. Heather moans in pleasure and clenches her pussy around my invading cock. I moan with her and hold in place for a few moments to let the flood of sensation wash over me.

“Fuck,” Heather breathes. “Fuck, that’s deep . . . I thought you were deep before, but you’re even deeper now—this is in-fucking-credible . . . I didn’t know there was that deep. Give it to me, baby—I love your big fucking mommy-maker—fuck, you feel so fucking good in my hungry little pussy—you fill me so full so deep, so fucking good . . . Take me, lover—give it to me hard—give me everything you’ve got—plow me hard and fast and so fucking deep—fuck me hard out of my mind . . . Make me cum on that big fucking cock, make me cum like no one else ever has . . . I love you, baby, love you, love your cock . . .”

I pull my shaft most of the way out of Heather’s hot cocksheath, then ram it home again, making both of us moan. I fuck her as hard and fast as I can, anchoring and balancing myself with her hair as I slam my hips into her ass again and again and again. I hook my free hand around her thigh to get a couple fingers in her twat. “Yeah, baby, yeah,” she moans. “Push my button, love. Push my button drive me crazy. Fuck that big fucking pussyhammer pounding me so good so good so good . . .” She moans high and wild and loud when I find her pearl and start rubbing it; she keeps squeezing my cock hard with her pelvic muscles, in no particular rhythm, making me moan along with her.

The bed creaks and sings along with Heather’s moans as I jackhammer her cunt; the steady percussion of our bodies crashing together sets the beat. When she looks back at me, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open, it’s incredibly arousing to know that I have her this turned on. “Cum for me, baby,” she moans. “Fill my pussy with your hot cream. I’m so close, you fuck me so good, I’m so crazy fucking close, I want to feel you cum. I want to feel you blow your load in my hot, wet pussy. I want to feel how much you want me. Cum for me, cum in my pussy and make me cum. I’m so close so close so fucking close—just hold on to feel you cum—feel your big thick cock blow, feel you spray my hungry little pussy with your hot stuff . . . Cum in me, lover, cum for me and make me cum all over your big fucking mommy-maker—cum in me and make me cum . . .”

Her wanton lust is too much for me. The dream that could never come true has become my life, and Heather is begging me to blow inside her. “Get ready—take it, baby—here—I—cum!” I bury my cock balls-deep in her tight little honeypot one last time as my climax hits me like an earthquake, sending shockwaves through my body. At the epicenter, my balls erupt, firing blast after blast deep into her welcoming cunt.

When she feels my cum splashing her inner walls, Heather cries exultantly, “Yes! MINE!” Her body detonates around my cock, her pussy squeezing me hard like the overpressure of an orgasmic blast. She catches her breath and screams in ecstasy as she drives her hips backward, trying somehow to get just a little more of my dick inside her to feed her pleasure.

Sometime later—probably much sooner than it seems—all our muscles go limp at the same time. We collapse slowly, like an imploding building; I end up on my back with Heather draped over me. Her arm is across my chest, her head is resting contentedly on my shoulder, and her leg is hooked possessively around my hips. I kiss her hair; she suckles my neck in return and murmurs, “ ‘I want to lay like this forever, until the sky falls down on me.’ ”