I pound her from behind

“On your hands and knees, baby girl,” I growl.

Abby eagerly gets up on all fours and gives me a sultry look over her shoulder. “I don’t know why they call this ‘doggystyle,’” she purrs. “I ride horses, and that seems a lot sexier to me than dogs. I love this position, but I’ve never done it with a man who had a cock that could really fill me up. You, on the other hand, have a cock worthy of a Belgian. I’m looking forward to this.” She reaches between her legs and spreads her lust-swollen little pussy wide for me. “Come take me, Ben. Come take me like the stallion takes the mare. Mount me like a fucking bronco and pound my tight little pussy with that big fucking horse cock—pound me until I cum screaming your name.”

I get up on my knees between Abby’s thighs and seat my knob in her reddened fuckhole. She moans softly at the contact. Before I go any further, there’s something I need to know: has she ever had her hair pulled? Scarlett hadn’t, which I wouldn’t have expected. It worked out fine, because Scarlett wanted to be dominated (very lightly), but Abby isn’t playing that way, so I’d better ask. “Abby, I have a question.”

Hearing my serious tone, Abby looks at me curiously. “What is it, Ben? Is something wrong?”

“No, baby, nothing’s wrong,” I say gently. “I just need to know—have you ever had your hair pulled?”

Abby looks thoroughly confused now, and somewhat unsettled. “What do you mean? I mean—as a kid, yeah, but you don’t mean that, right?”

I manage not to chuckle. I lean forward and stroke her hair. “OK, so you haven’t. One thing men do in this position,” I tell her, “something I like to do, is grab a bunch of the woman’s hair near the scalp and pull.” Abby’s starting to look alarmed now. “Partly, some people enjoy it because it adds to the feeling of dominance. More important for me is that because it pulls your head up and back, it lines your pussy up for me to go as deep as possible.”

Light dawns in Abby’s face, and with it, relief. “So that’s what Scarlett was talking about. It didn’t really register with me because I didn’t quite understand what she was saying, but she was all excited about it.” It surprises me that Scarlett talked about this, but on a moment’s reflection, I realize it shouldn’t have. “OK, so that’s good. If it makes the sex better, go for it.”

Despite her firm statement, I still sense a little trepidation in Abby when I lean forward and gather up a thick skein of hair at the base. I put a hand on her hip for balance and pull back hard, driving my hips forward. Her head comes up and back, her spine pulls into a taut arc, and I bury my rod so deep in her cunt, my balls feel a little squeezed as they nestle in her quim. She must have an unusually long pussy, because she’s taken more of my dick than any other woman I’ve ever fucked, and while I can feel my knob nestle into her posterior fornix, there’s no stretching sensation.

It’s plenty and enough to set Abby off, though. That’s a particular erogenous zone for every woman I’ve ever fucked doggy, and she’s no exception: the moment I hit it, she shrieks in orgasm. Her body trembles, and her box thunders around my prick. I hold myself there, deep inside her, to let her process the sensation. “Fuck, Ben,” she finally gasps. “You just hit me someplace—I didn’t even know I had a place there. I didn’t even know that existed. Fuck, you’re crazy fucking deep . . . I didn’t know there even was so deep . . . Ohhhhh, Ben, the feeling—I’ve never felt pleasure like that before . . . I love your big man-muscle so deep in my pussy, filling me so full . . . it feels incredible, so fucking good . . . Fuck me hard, Ben. Cut loose and pound that tight little pussy with your big horse cock—fuck me so hard so deep so full . . .”

Abby’s command is my wish; but first, I hook an arm around her thigh and find her button with my middle finger. I press it, and she explodes in orgasm again with another wild shriek. Then I start fucking her. She’s tight enough that it takes me a few strokes before I get up to speed, but soon I’m bombing away, holding tight to her hair to keep my balance. I can feel the jar and see it in her ass when our hips slam together; the bed creaks and moans as I pummel her cunt like a battering ram, and Abby grunts and moans even louder. “Fuck me, Ben, fuck me,” she cries. “So—fucking—good . . . Pound me with that big fucking pussyhammer—so fucking good . . .” She mewls loudly as another climax flashes through her body. “So good—rubbing my clit, pounding me so deep—you’re a sex god, Ben, a big fucking sex god with a big fucking dick, fucking me all the way to fucking heaven . . .”

“Yeah, you like that cock, don’t you?” I growl. “You like getting fucked like a real woman by a real man . . . you like having that tight little pussy stretched out and hammered by a big hard cock. You’re such a hot fuck, so hungry for a real man . . . your sweet young cunt is so tight and hot and wet, and so fucking responsive . . . it’s so sexy watching your perfect tits swing while I pound you . . . so hot feeling you cum . . .” My excitement builds, and I give it to her harder, jackhammering that tight box like a man possessed.

“I love your cock, baby,” Abby moans. “I love your big fucking mommy-maker . . . I’ve never been fucked so good . . . I’m—I’m—I’m—” She lets out a feral howl as a fourth orgasm trucks her like a runaway semi; her body trembles and her tunnel clamps down on my thundering prick, but I hold on to my balls and keep pounding her. “Fuck, Ben, you’re a fucking machine . . . Cum for me, baby . . . give me your cum—give it to me—give me everything . . . let me feel you cum . . . let me feel you blow—let me feel your hot cream . . . Blow your load in me, Ben—give it to me—give me all your cum . . . let me have all your cum . . . let me feel how much you want me . . . let me feel you . . .”

“Are you close, baby girl?” I ask, my voice husky. “Is your pretty little pussy ready to cum again on my cock?”

“Fuck I’m close, baby, so close, so so so so close,” Abby whimpers. “I’m just holding on to feel you cum . . . Cum in me, Ben, please, cum in me, plow me and seed me and make me cum . . .”

“I’ll fill you so full, you’ll feel it between your tits,” I gasp. I feel my balls boiling over, and this time I let them go. “I’m—cumming!” My climax hits me so hard my peripheral vision goes black and I see stars. I slam my rod to the hilt in Abby’s hot, wet sheath and blow violently into her molten core, trembling and pressing my hips into hers with all the strength I have.

“Yes!” she hisses in triumph, then screams, “Fuck! Ben!” as her body detonates around my prick. Her creampot contracts fiercely around my pole, demanding every last drop of my cum. Her arms give out, dropping her torso to the bed, and her body shakes in ecstasy.

We end up collapsed sideways on the bed, spooning as my dick retreats from Abby’s enveloping heat. I hold her tenderly, my hands cupped around her tits, and we drift off into sleep.