Just a spoonful of Heather . . .

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 . . .

Where am I? I don’t recognize this bed—

—Wait—who’s this?

For a moment, I’m befuddled to find myself spooning with a woman, my hands wrapped around a pair of big tits; then my mind clears a little more and I remember fucking Heather and falling asleep with her in this position. My prick is long and hard and trapped between us, courtesy of my dream, and judging by the fragrance of aroused Heather in my nostrils, she’s having much the same dream I was. Naturally, it immediately occurs to me to take advantage of the situation. You shouldn’t do that! I scold myself, but then myself asks, Why not? I don’t have a good answer to that, so I go with it.

I shift myself down a little so I can get my dick out from between us and into Heather’s twat. I guide myself into her pussy with one hand, then start playing with her button. I knead her lower tit gently with the other hand, teasing the nipple and lightly tweaking it. She moans in her sleep as I pump her cunt with long, slow strokes. I nuzzle her neck, licking and sucking on her skin, tasting her and feeling her pulse start to race beneath my lips. When I pick up the pace, thrusting a little harder and faster, her moans grow louder and louder.

I let my tit hand roam over Heather’s lush curves, enjoying their supple weight and the softness of her skin. I press my fingers into her titflesh as I fondle her, then pull and twist one of her titbuds. At the same time, I start rubbing up and down her clit. “Oh, fuuuuck,” she breathes, and reaches her upper hand behind her head to caress mine. “Fuuuck, lover, what a way to—mmmmm—wake up . . .” Her other hand joins mine in her twat, stroking my hand as I stroke her button, and she starts pushing her ass back against me and squeezing her pelvic muscles as I thrust into her.

“Love your cock, baby,” Heather whispers. “Your big thick cock is fucking beautiful. You like my pussy, baby? My pussy loves your big fucking cock. You feel so good in my hot, wet pussy . . . Oooooooh, love, I’m getting close again . . . Don’t stop fucking me—don’t ever stop—more—more—more—I’m so close . . .”

“I love your pussy, sexy girl,” I murmur in her ear. “It’s hot and wet and tight, and best of all, it’s yours. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” Heather says. “It’s your pussy now, baby—all yours—all for you—only for you . . . All of me—I’m yours—yours—all yours—only yours—your woman—your girl—your little cockslut . . . Take me, lover—cum in my hot little pussy—make me cum—I’m so fucking close—”

“Cum for me, love,” I urge her. “Let me see you—let me feel you . . . it’s so sexy to watch you cum . . .”

“Cum with me,” she replies. “Cum in me, baby, let me feel you, let me cum with you . . . seed my pussy, lover, plow me and seed me and make me cum . . .”

I know Heather’s on the pill, but her words sound insanely hot to me, and I can feel my balls boil over. “Cumming, baby,” I gasp. “Cumming . . .”

She tries to say something in response, but it’s completely incoherent even before it’s interrupted by an orgasmic shriek. I hose down her inner walls with cum as her pussy walls start pulsing and spasming around my cock to milk it for all it’s worth. I pull her tight with one arm as I hold my erupting sex cannon deep in her womb; I turn her head with the other and cut off her shriek with a demanding kiss, which she returns fiercely. We make out hungrily as our joint climax fires our bodies with passion.

How long we kiss, I don’t know; when we break off, Heather’s looking as dazed as I feel. “You’re incredible, baby,” I whisper. “I think I love fucking you almost as much as I love you.”

“You say the sweetest things, lover,” she murmurs back, then kisses me again. After a moment, she adds, “I think I agree.”