Flip her over and fuck her flat

Abby lying sprawled across my bed, eyes closed, body shaking, red-golden hair fanned across the pillows, completely abandoned to the pleasure I’ve given her, may be the most erotic vision I’ve ever had. My prick rises up and demands her; my need for her pussy goes beyond desire to compulsion. Her arms are by her side, so I get up on my knees and abruptly flip her over. She shakes her head slightly in bewilderment. I pull her ass off the bed a little and get on top of her, aligning my prick with her wet fuckhole. I slide my hands under her body, grabbing her tits, and sheath my rod in her cocksleeve in one powerful thrust. I hold her tight, finding her nipples with my fingers, and pump her tight young cunt as hard and fast as I can.

Abby is moaning and grunting into the pillow as I plow her furrow, with little gasps and mewls intermixed when I pinch a nipple particularly hard. “You’re getting fucked, sweet girl. You know that, don’t you?” I murmur in her ear. “I’m fucking you right into the fucking mattress, and I’m going to keep fucking you until I decide to stop, and all you can do is enjoy it.”

“Ohh, Ben . . .” she moans. “So good . . . I’ve wanted this . . .”

“That’s right, Abby,” I murmur. “Your tight young cunt is at the mercy of my cock, and that’s just how you want it.” I let go of one of her tits and push my hand down, against the resistance of our combined weight, to rub her clit. As soon as my fingers make contact, her body goes rigid and she shrieks into the pillow. I fuck her relentlessly through her climax as her tunnel pulsates and roils around my thundering prick.

“Yeah, sexy girl, you liked that, didn’t you?”

“Yes—yes—yes—” Abby moans. “Fuck me, Ben . . . put your hands on me . . . play with my body . . . fuck me—fuck me hard . . . take me—claim me—own me . . . your big cock feels incredible in my tight little pussy . . . so good in this position—I can feel you owning me—making me your slut—I feel so wanted . . . Take me, Ben—take me, claim me, make me yours—make me yours—make me yours . . .” I squeeze her clit lightly between two fingers and she shrieks into the pillow again as another orgasm rolls over her like a wildfire. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out if she keeps cumming this hard.

“I love how you keep cumming for me, Abby,” I tell her. “I love how responsive your body is, how hungry your pussy is to be fucked by a real man. I love feeling your sweet young cunt rippling and spasming around my cock while I fuck you.”

“Ohhh, fuck, Ben, take me hard,” Abby groans, “I want you to take me, I need you to take me . . . you make me so hot, so high, so fucking horny, your big mommy-maker is driving me so fucking wild I can’t think straight . . . Take me, Ben, cum in me, sow your seed in me, fill my little teen-girl pussy with a real man’s seed . . . let me feel you, let me cum with you . . . You’re fucking me out of my mind, baby, I’m so fucking close, cum with me, cum in me, cum in my pussy and make me cum . . .”

“You want to feel me cum, sexy girl?” I ask her; Abby moans her assent. “You want to feel me blow my load in your sweet young cunt?” She moans again, louder. “Can you feel how big and long and thick and hard you make me?” She nods frantically. I wouldn’t have thought I could find an extra gear, but somehow I do, and the bed begins to shake beneath us. I fuck her powerfully into the bed, squeezing her tit and rubbing her clit all the way.

“Then cum for me, Abby,” I tell her. “Cum all over my big, thick cock. Let me feel you lose control. Let me feel you cum so hard, your whole world is my cock in your pussy. Let go and cum for me, and you’ll get your reward.”

With that, Abby loses it. She’s not very loud because she doesn’t have a lot of air in her lungs at this point, but her climax is titanic—I can feel the fire rippling through her muscles. Her cunt goes into fierce paroxysms around my dick, triggering my orgasm in response. I drive my sex cannon as deep as it will go and hold it there with all my strength as it erupts into her molten core; I can tell she feels it, because she lets out another strangled scream when my first blast paints her inner walls. I embrace her fiercely and suck on her neck, while her hands clench spastically at the bedsheet.

When I can pull out, I roll off onto my side. Abby lies there for long moments, taking deep, shuddering breaths, then hitches herself up to drape her torso across my chest and rest her head on my shoulder. “Ben,” she says in a low voice, “you just fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, and made me cum harder than I’ve ever cum before. Thank you, Ben. Thank you for making my dream come true—and for making the reality better than my dream.”

“No, sweet Abby,” I tell her, “I only started making your dream come true. I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh, good,” she purrs contentedly.