Pound Rachel hard from behind

“Get up on your hands and knees, sexy girl,” I growl.

Rachel’s face glows with lust and she scrambles quickly into position. She gives me a smoldering look over her shoulder, waggles her sweet ass at me, and says breathily, “I know they call this ‘doggystyle,’ but I grew up around horses, and that just seems a lot sexier to me. Especially,” she giggles, “when I’m looking at a horse cock worthy of a Belgian.” She reaches between her legs to spread her reddened, creampied pussy and moans, “C’mon, stud, show me what the stallion does to the mare. Plunder my tight little pussy with that big fucking horse cock. Mount me like a fucking bronco and pound me ’til I scream.”

That’s not an invitation to pass up. I get up on my knees between Rachel’s calves and reach down to push two fingers into her open hole. She moans, then says, “Stop teasing me, stud. I need that big fucking dick inside me now.”

“Do you want me to go slow at first? So you—”

Rachel cuts me off. “No,” she says, almost hissing in her urgency. “Fuck that. Fuck me. I need that cock, and I need it hard and fast. I don’t fucking care how sore I am later—fucking take me.”

OK, then, let’s do this right. I line up my cock and reach forward to take a big handful of her hair, twining my fingers through her reddish-black waves as close to her scalp as I can. She looks over her shoulder at me, eyes wide with startled concern. “Andrew?” she asks. “What are you doing?”

“Just trust me, baby,” I say reassuringly. “Would I do anything to hurt you?”

“No . . .” Rachel’s voice trails off, but she still looks dubious as she turns her head back. I poise myself, then pull back hard as I slam my hips forward even harder. I can feel myself bottom out, feel her deepest pocket stretching to hold me. From the reading I’ve been doing recently on female anatomy, I think I’ve just hit her posterior fornix. It’s supposed to be another erogenous zone, and it certainly affects her that way: she screams my name at the top of her lungs as her body detonates in a titanic orgasm. I pause for a moment to let her enjoy this one without distraction—I hope to fuck her through a couple more before I cum again—and to savor the feeling of my cock buried to the balls in her Spandex-tight cunt.

“Fuck, that’s good!” Rachel gasps when she can speak again. “So fucking deep—you’re fucking huge, fuck that’s so fucking deep . . . My hair—what—fuck so deep—fuck me—fucking fuck that little pussy!”

I pull out slowly, leaving her whimpering and begging for my cock, then slam it home again, even harder than the last time. Once again, I bottom out, feeling her womb stretch to hold my length. This time, I don’t slow down. I pound Rachel hard and fast, holding tight to her hair to anchor and balance me. I feel her cum and keep jackhammering her right through it as she shrieks and calls my name. When that climax passes, she catches her breath and moans, “So fucking deep, Andrew—so fucking deep—stretching me so fucking tight—oooooooh—you make me feel like a woman, fucking me so full so deep with that big hunk of man-meat—make me so fucking crazy horny, I’m so so so so so close—make my tight little pussy cum all over your big sexy cock, make me cum so fucking hard I can’t see straight—so close so close so fucking close . . .”

“That’s it, sexy girl, cum for me,” I pant. “Let me feel you cum. Let me feel you give yourself to me. Let me feel your hot little pussy go crazy and cum all over my cock. Let me feel you lose control. You’re so fucking sexy, love, it’s so hot to watch you cum. Cum for me, all for me.”

“Fuck me—fuck—fuck—fuck—” Rachel pants in rhythm with the hammerblows of my cock. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—MEEEEE!” I hook an arm around a thigh and reach into her frothy-wet slit. I rub her clit harder than I intend to, and her body erupts with a thunderous orgasm. She screams at the top of her lungs, her body starts shaking uncontrollably, and her fucktunnel goes into spasms around my hard piston. I keep rubbing her clit and pounding her cunt, and she keeps cumming and cumming and cumming.

Finally, I can’t hold back anymore—my body erupts in my own explosive climax. I grind my hips against Rachel’s ass and unload violently in her creampot, launching rocket after rocket of cum deep into her molten depths. Her orgasm is fading, but the feeling of my hot cream painting her tunnel walls ignites another one, and she screams my name. I lean forward, grab a free-swinging tit in each hand, and hold her tight as our bodies tremble and shake in unison.

When our joint climaxes drain away in a last round of shudders, we fall over sideways, my slowly-deflating cock still sheathed in Rachel’s pussy, my arms still holding her tight, my fingers caressing her lush breasts. She turns her head and kisses me over her shoulder, deeply and langorously, while my prick finishes shrinking out of her body. “That was . . . incredible,” she murmurs. “I’ve never heard of pulling hair before. Fuck, that was good.” She pauses a moment, then says reflectively, “I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow, I won’t be able to walk straight.” Another pause. “It will be so fucking worth it . . .”