Scarlett rides me in reverse

Fortunately, I changed all the sheets and had the house cleaned thoroughly before the party last weekend, and I always make the bed; it’s just a man’s bedroom now and has been for six years, but I do have my pride. I can tell from Scarlett’s body language when she walks through the door that she was expecting more of a stereotypical bachelor’s bedroom, and is pleased—and even a little aroused?—to find a well-decorated, well-kept room.

I pull back the sheets and lie down on my back on the bed. “Ride my cock, baby girl,” I tell her.

Scarlett coos, “Yes, Mr. Harrison,” and swings herself astride my hips—facing my feet. I’m a little surprised—no logical reason I should be, but Rowan didn’t like reverse cowgirl and I didn’t care, so we never used that position.

“You naughty little minx,” I laugh. “I was thinking the other way so I could see your tits.”

She smirks at me over her shoulder as she lines up my prick with her leaking fuckhole. “I figured that,” she says saucily. “I decided you should take time to appreciate” (punctuating her sentence with a sharp slap) “my firm round ass.” Scarlett lowers herself onto my knob, takes me a little way in, mewls, and stops. “Fuck that’s a tight fit,” she breathes. “So good—stretching that teeny-tiny pussy so good . . .” Rather than dropping further, she starts swiveling and rocking her hips, flexing and rotating her pussy around my cockhead.

“Fuck yeah you’re tight, you little vixen,” I growl, “so fucking tight . . . Shake that ass at me and dance on my pole—fuck that big cock with your tight, sweet cunt . . .”

“Yeah—yeah—yeah—” Scarlett pants. “I love your big, thick fuckpole, Mr. Harrison—making me feel like a whole new woman—like a real woman . . . I want to feel you in every inch of my tight little teeny cunt . . .” She starts working me up and down, now, taking me a bit deeper every time. “Ooooh, yeah, grab my ass, Mr. Harrison, squeeze my sexy ass while I ride your big mommy-maker. Feel how wet you make me—feel how hot I am for you . . . I love your big fucking cock splitting me open . . . plowing open that sweet little teen pussy . . . Fuck that’s good . . .”

When Scarlett has me all the way in, she twists her hips back and forth, rotating herself on my shaft; then she leans forward, puts her hands on the bed next to my ankles, and starts bouncing her ass up and down. I drop my hands and watch in fascination: her ass seems to move independently of the rest of her body, like she’s fucking my cock with just that. I groan as she fucks me hard and fast.

I’m getting close to cumming when Scarlett changes me up. She sits up, then leans back and puts her hands on the bed under my armpits. “Now that you’ve seen what my ass can do, I want your hands on my boobs,” she purrs. I’m happy to comply, reaching up to wrap my hands around her abundant tits. I trap each of their eager pink points between two knuckles, pinching and rolling them as I knead her supple flesh.

Scarlett gets off her knees, pulling up first one leg and then the other so she’s on her feet in a squat; I think this would be called the reverse crab? She starts moving her hips up and down, slowly at first but gaining speed. The friction is amazing, and I can feel my orgasm building rapidly; since her position puts all that friction against the front wall of her honeypot, it must feel even better for her. “I fucking love this big hunk of man-meat,” she moans. “I love your big man cock stretching my little teen pussy into a real woman’s cunt . . . Squeeze my boobs, Mr. Harrison, squeeze my big boobies, pinch my nipples while I fuck your big mommy-maker with my hot little cunt . . . Oooooooh, so fucking good . . . you’re making me a real man’s slut, Mr. Harrison, with that big, thick cock . . .”

“You’re such a hot fuck, you little minx, you need to take the consequences,” I growl. “I’m gonna cum hard and long and deep in that sweet young cunt and fill you to the brim with my cream.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison, yes—yes—” Scarlett moans jubilantly. Make me cum hard, Mr. Harrison, please make me cum hard, make me cum so fucking hard on your big mommy-maker—fill me up, fill that hungry little teen pussy with your hot baby batter—give me your cum—I want it all—I need it—fill me up—fill me with your seed—fill me so fucking full and make me cum . . .”

“Cumming!” I roar as my climax blows like Vesuvius, blasting great gouts of cum deep into Scarlett’s molten core. I hear a jubilant hiss as my cream splashes the walls of her hotbox—a hiss which quickly rises to a teakettle shriek as the sensation triggers her own orgasm. Her cunt goes into paroxysms of ecstasy around my prick, trying to wring out every last drop of cum it can get.

When Scarlett’s climax passes, her arms give out and she ends up lying on her back on top of me. With a little help from her, I manage to roll us on our sides. We lie there, spooning, as my dick slowly deflates. “So good,” she breathes. “This is how it ought to be . . .”