Fuck her 'til she howls (standing doggy).

“Rob, I need you,” Amber says in a throaty voice, rinsing her hands off in the spray. “I can’t wait any longer—I need your cock in my pussy. Take me however you want, but fuck me.”

“Do you trust me, baby?” you ask, nuzzling her neck.

“Of course, lover, anything, just fuck me, please . . .”

“Stand up.”

Amber looks uncertain, but you say, “Trust me. You’ll love it.”

You have her bend over and brace her elbows on the shower ledge; she splays her fingers out on the shower wall. You tell her to stick out her ass, and she arches her spine forward. You place one hand over hers, and she shifts her fingers around to grip yours between hers; you use the other to guide your cock into her pussy, then slowly drive your shaft deep into her tight paradise. You lay your hand on the small of her back for balance and to keep her spine curved, then begin to thrust.

“Ohh, fuck yeah, baby,” Amber moans. “Fuck my tight little college-girl pussy . . . your big fucking manpole . . . big man fuckpole . . . fuck me so deep . . . big fucking cock so deep . . . fill me with your big fucking cock . . . hot fucking man-juice . . .” She flexes and waggles her hips—not enough to keep you from burying your prick balls-deep with every thrust, but enough to create all sorts of interesting friction for both of you as you drill her borehole.

Deciding you don’t need the hand on her back for either of your sakes, you think of giving her clit some love, but decide it might upset your balance. Instead, you grab one of Amber’s tits, to her enthusiastic approval. “Yeah, lover,” she moans. “Squeeze my tit . . . play with my hot fucking nipple . . . pinch my nipple . . . love my big fucking tit . . . fuck your tight little tit-slut . . .” You pound her harder and faster as you knead her boob, rolling her heavy titflesh in your hand and tweaking her nipple with your thumb and fingers. You can feel the concussion as you drive each thrust home, and hear your balls slap wetly against her wide-spread twat.

Amber keeps gyrating her hips as you keep fucking her harder and harder, then starts squeezing her PC muscle around your driveshaft. The spikes in pressure and friction drive you wild; you fuck her tight cunt like a piledriver and pinch her nipple hard, twirling it between thumb and forefinger. April throws her head back and the curve of her spine tightens; she howls like a wolf in heat as her orgasm blasts through her like a lightning strike.

You’re not quite there, so you keep hammering her through her climax. “STOP!” she yells, then immediately, “No, FUCK me! Too much—MORE! AHHH!” She howls again, her howl rising to a shriek, and her whole body shakes. Seeing her blowing on the wind of the pleasure you’ve given her sets you off; you just have time to grunt, “Cumming!” before your mind and body explode in orgasm. “Yeah, lover!” Amber cries out, exultant. “Cum in me! Give me your cum! Everything! Paint my pussy with your big fucking cum-cannon!” You do exactly that, firing blast after blast deep into her welcoming body, emptying your balls to the dregs and filling her with your cum.

You lean forward and hug Amber tight, holding one tit in each hand, then slowly draw yourself out. A rush of fluids follows your half-stiff prick. You draw her down to the floor of the shower and sit with her in your lap. You cuddle for a long time in the spray and the steam, kissing and stroking each other and talking quietly. Amber spends a while with her face buried in your shoulder, crying softly for joy and release.

After a while, you both get up, get out, and dry off. Amber puts on a little show for you as she gets dressed (a little more modestly than she had been when she arrived; she puts on underwear this time), then says, “I need to lie down. After the fucking you gave me, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk for a while.” You kiss her tenderly and tell her you’ll be back for dinner; her answering smile is so bright, it leaves afterimages in your eyes as you head out of the house.