I fuck her like a dream

When I snuggle back up with Abby, my prick is at full extension, so I slide it between her legs—to find her dripping wet. This is too good to miss. I use my top hand to guide my prick into her inviting hole and thrust deep, then bracket her clit with three fingers. I fill my bottom hand with one flawless tit, enjoying the silken softness of her skin against my palm and working her supple flesh with my fingertips. I nuzzle her neck, licking and sucking on her skin; I savor the taste of her and the feeling of her pulse quickening beneath my lips. I knead her breasts, giving each their turn, then capture one of their yearning pink tips to pull gently and twist. I trace three-fingered circles around her pearl, pressing in a little as I stroke it. Her moans grow louder and louder until I suck on her ear, at which point her eyes flutter open.

“Oooooooh, Ben, you made my dream come true,” Abby groans. “I dreamed you were fucking me, I didn’t want to wake up, and then I realized it wasn’t just a dream . . . I wasn’t just dreaming your hands on my body . . . your beautiful dick satisfying my hungry little pussy . . . you’re real, you’re real, it’s all fucking real . . .”

“Ohhh, yeah, baby girl, it’s real all right,” I murmur in her ear. “It’s as real as your sweet young cunt wrapped around my prick.” Abby turns her head for a kiss; I explore her lips, slipping my tongue between them to ask if hers will come out to play. They fence and wrestle as we kiss langorously, as I play with her body and steadily pump her well.

“You’re a good kisser, Ben,” Abby whispers in deep satisfaction. “I love your kisses . . . I love feeling your lips on mine, especially when I have you filling me up. You make me so hot, so wet, so crazy fucking horny . . . Make love to me, baby—love my body—stroke me, play with my titties, rub my little button . . . make love to my needy pussy with that big fucking cock . . .” She moans with pleasure as I speed up, fucking her sweet young cunt like a metronome. I rub her clit up and down with all three fingers, varying the pressure irregularly, and spread the fingers of my other hand so I can tease both her nipples at once. “You’re so good to me, Ben . . . I feel so cared for . . . you’re making me cum again and again and again . . . I’ve never cum so many times in one night, and you’re not even done . . . I’m riding the dick of a fucking sex god—so fucking good . . .”

Abby leans over a little and discovers that she likes the way that changes the angle of penetration, so she starts experimenting, shifting around and wiggling as I pump her deep well. I pleasure her sweet tits, alternating between caressing her supple curves and pulling and twisting her perky pink nubs, as I work her clit with my other hand. We make out for a while, then I nuzzle her slender neck and plant kisses on her shoulder. When I feel my balls start to rumble, I murmur in her ear, “I’m getting close, sweet girl . . . you’re too fucking sexy to resist . . .”

“I’m close too, lover,” Abby says huskily. “I’m so horny, so high, so fucking high . . . cum with me, Ben, cum with me, cum inside me, let me feel your hot cream in my tight little pussy, let me cum with you . . . fill me with your seed, plow me and seed me, let me feel you claim me—let me cum with you . . .”

“Ohhhhh, fuuuuuck, Abby,” I groan, “here it is—cumming . . .” I feel my climax sweep over me like a blizzard, filling my senses and turning everything white. I thrust deep and blow my load in her honeypot, filling her with my cream. She cums with me with a high, soft cry like some wild bird, in the throes of a powerful orgasm that milks my prick hard for every last drop. I hold her tight and our lips find each other; we make out with dreamy passion as our bodies are wracked with orgasmic fire.

When we eventually come up for air, Abby looks into my eyes and murmurs, “That was wonderful, Ben . . . Did you take a course in how to make me cum?”