Playing the spoons

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 supple mound as I fondle her, then tease its stiffening point with my fingertips, tracing circles around it and brushing its apex. 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.

I pinch her nipple and pull gently, squeezing her pearl lightly between two fingertips of the other hand. Heather mewls in pleasure, then says breathily, “Ohhh, you naughty boy . . . Mmmm, your hands feel so good on my body—so good on my big, firm titties—so good on my clit . . .” She turns her head to kiss me hungrily for a few moments before turning her head back. “Your big mommy-maker feels so good in my hungry pussy . . . It feels perfect . . . You were made for me, lover—you were made for that pussy . . . You like that tight, hot, wet little pussy, baby? Ohhh, fuuuck, you make me so wet, so fucking horny . . .”

I massage Heather’s soft, firm titflesh and roll her nipple slowly against my thumb, making her mewl softly in pleasure. “I love your sweet pussy, lover,” I murmur in her ear. “It was worth waiting seven years for.”

She gasps at that and gives my aching rod a series of hard squeezes with her cunt walls. “Thank you for waiting for me, Andrew,” she moans. “Take me, I’m yours . . . take all of me, lover, take everything, I’m all yours, now—now and forever . . . I love you, baby—I need you so much—love me right, like I’ve never been loved before. Love my tits, touch me everywhere, claim me with your cock—claim that pussy with your big, thick cock—make me feel you everywhere . . . Yes, just like that—fucking just like that on my clit—ooooh, fuck me just like that . . . Play with my clit, rub me, push my button—make love to me, baby, make love to me. Give me—take me—always and forever, never stop, just don’t ever stop. Fill me with your cock—fill my hungry little pussy full of your man-meat—make me feel so full—so right—feel so complete—ohhhh, love, I’m yours—all yours—all yours. Take me—take me—only yours—all for you—only for you . . .”

I keep playing with Heather’s tits and clit as I begin pumping her cunt with my shaft. She moans and pushes back against me, rubbing her ass and back against me. She reaches an arm behind her head to stroke my face and hair; I kiss her hand and wrist. She lifts her upper leg, resting it on mine, and reaches down between her legs to caress my balls. I moan at her touch and nuzzle her ear. I pick up speed, and she starts to wriggle, changing the angle of penetration in all sorts of ways as she moves. That makes us both moan, and soon she’s experimenting with positions as I keep thrusting. I bend forward and murmur in her ear, “Take my cock, baby. It’s all yours and only yours. I love you, I love your tight little pussy, and I love making you cum.”

Heather moans, “I love you, too, Andrew,” and rocks her ass on my prick as I pump her cunt. Our lovemaking—because that’s truly what it is—is slow and sensual. We’ve taken the edge off years’ worth of lust, and now our passion builds gradually as we enjoy each other’s bodies. I feel like I could spend forever in her tight, wet heat, and she tells me several times to never stop fucking her. Eventually, she cries out, “Oooooh, lover, I’m close—so close—so fucking close—don’t stop, baby, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—love me, love me—make me cum, make me cum, keep fucking me ’til I cum.”

I kiss her ear and murmur, “You’re so fucking sexy when you cum, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my big, thick cock. Let me feel you go crazy for me. Cum for me and make me cum—make me lose control and fill your hungry little pussy with my cream. Take my cum, lover—take all of it, let me fill you up. Cum for me, cum on my cock, and I’ll cum with you.”

Heather’s voice is high, breathy and wild. “Give me—give me everything—” she begs. “Cum with me, baby, fill my hungry pussy with your cream—fill me up, satisfy me, let me feel your hot load in my hungry little pussy—let me feel you, let me cum with you—seed my pussy, love, 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, lover,” 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; her pussy walls start clenching and spasming around my cock to milk it for all it’s worth. I hold her tight and keep my erupting sex cannon deep in her womb as she writhes against me. Heather seizes my hands with hers and turns her head to claim my mouth with a ravenous kiss; we make out hungrily as our joint climax sets our nerves on fire.

When our bodies settle down, neither of us feels much like moving; Heather snuggles into me as my prick slowly deflates inside her. “I could do with more wake-up calls like that in my life,” I murmur.

“Oh?” she responds, her voice glinting happily. “How many more?”

I turn my head to kiss her soundly, then murmur into her lips, “How about every day for the rest of my life?”

Heather kisses me back and lays her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. “You’re on, lover. You’re on.”