Reverse cowgirl

I blink at Abby, dumbfounded, at a loss for words. She laughs gleefully and moves around me to pull back the covers, then pulls me to the bed. “Lie down, Ben,” she coos. “I want to ride that fucking monster pole.”

I do as she says and she straddles me facing my feet. Abby settles herself on my knob with a hum of pleasure and starts dancing—there’s no other word for it. She swings her hips side to side, then in a circle, riding me up and down just a little for good measure. “I love your hot little ass, sexy girl,” I tell her, reaching up to squeeze it with both hands.

Abby looks over her shoulder with a wicked smirk and purrs, “Oh yeah, baby? Then you’ll love this.” She starts twerking on my dick—at least, I can’t think of anything else to call it, though I realize twerking isn’t usually done from a kneeling position. She thrusts her hips back repeatedly, shaking her ass at me. I groan in pleasure at both the sight and the sensation. After a few times, she adds a little side-to-side shimmy; after a few more, she starts dropping as well. I’m not even sure how she makes it all work, but she does. “You like me working that big fuckpole, Ben?”

“You’re sexy as fuck, sweet girl,” I growl. “I love your tight ass and your hot young cunt.”

“Oh, good,” Abby purrs. “You should see me working a pole, baby. I learned to strip last summer—I’m not telling you how—and I got pretty good at it. If basketball doesn’t work out, I could have a pretty good career as a stripper.” I gulp, and she laughs wickedly. “You should install a pole in your house, Ben. I could use someplace to practice. I wonder—would you want it in your bedroom for private shows, or in your front room where the neighbors could watch too?”

“I—I don’t—” I stammer, my voice husky. Abby responds with another wicked laugh.

“I’m just teasing, Ben,” she purrs. “But doesn’t it sound hot? I’d love to be able to come over and give you a private show whenever I wanted . . .”

I find my voice at last. “You naughty little vixen,” I rumble. I give her a sharp slap on the ass. I’m not generally a big one for spanking, but at the moment, it seems appropriate.

“Oooooooh, yeah, baby, I’m a naughty girl,” Abby coos. “I’m a naughty little slut—but only for you . . . you bring out the slut in me . . . I want to show off for you—I want to give you everything . . .” With one last move, she impales herself fully on my steel-hard rod, swallowing me to the root. When my knob hits her fornix, her spine pulls taut, her body tenses and stiffens up as though an electrical current were running through it, and she howls like a hunting wolf. She holds that position for some moments, her box pulsing hard around my prick, before relaxing again. “That place again . . .” she says breathily. “I think I’m going to call that the Ben-spot in honor of the only man who’s ever hit it . . .”

I have to laugh, but my laughter quickly gives way to grunts and groans when Abby starts grinding on my dick. She dances much as she did earlier, if with smaller motions, swinging and shimmying and thrusting her ass back at me. She adds gyrations, rotating her hips around my pole as she moves. “Beautiful big pole, beautiful big fuckpole,” she moans. “Beautiful man-muscle stretching out my tight little teen pussy, making a real woman out of me . . . not just those little boy cocks—I’m fucking a real man now . . .”

I squeeze and massage Abby’s hot little ass while she dances and grinds on me, until she stiffens with a scream as another climax crashes down on her like an avalanche. I hold on through her fucktunnel’s best efforts to make me cum, but the next time will do for me. “I love watching you cum, baby girl, and I love feeling you,” I say throatily. “You’re insanely sexy.”

“Now it’s your turn, Ben,” Abby purrs. She flips herself backward, landing with her hands under my armpits. “I want you to cum with me this time.” She pulls her legs up so that her feet are on the bed, putting her in the reverse crab position. “Scarlett told me how much the two of you loved this position, and I’ve always enjoyed it myself . . .” She thrusts her hips forward—which is to say, upward, toward the ceiling—and immediately is fucking me with wild abandon, bouncing her pussy up and down with remarkable speed.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl. “The friction in your tight young pussy is unbelievable.” I reach up and roughly grab her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

“It’s your big fucking cock that’s incredible, baby,” Abby groans. “You’re hitting my sweet spot just right, rubbing it so fucking hard . . . I love this position, I love your hands on my tits, but your big mommy-maker in this position is a whole other world . . . Cum for me, Ben, please, please cum in my needy pussy—I’m so close, so close, I need to cum but I need your cum, I need to cum, I need to feel you—give me your cum, give me all your cum, fill me full of your hot baby batter . . . you’re driving me fucking insane, your big dick has me so hot, so wet, so crazy fucking horny—I’m so close I’m about to fucking explode . . . I need to feel you cum, need to feel your cum in my tiny little pussy—please, baby, cum for me, cum in me, cum in me and make me cum . . .”

Her pleas are too much for me. “Take it, baby—take it—I’m—cumming!” My climax erupts like Vesuvius, sending a roar tearing from my throat and gouts of cream blasting from my sex cannon into Abby’s hot, wet depths. She screams in triumph at the feeling and her answering orgasm rips through her like an electrical storm. Her arms and legs give out and she drops down on me—I manage to turn my head to keep her from hurting my nose; I might have bruises later, but right now I’m feeling no pain, just sensual pleasure at the contact. She lies there as we shake together in the aftershocks of passion.

Once my prick has shrunk out of Abby’s honeypot, she raises her hips and shifts herself off me, then rolls over to drape herself over me. She gives me a long, lingering kiss, then looks deep into my eyes and murmurs, “I love feeling your hot cream leaking out of my pussy.”