She thinks it's worth a try.

You play with Amber’s tits and clit while she twat-fucks you, getting her more and more excited. Suddenly, she rolls away from you, gets up on her knees, and pushes you over onto your back. To your surprise, she straddles your hips in the reverse cowgirl position, facing the mirror. She looks over her shoulder and flashes you an impish grin as she takes your cock in her hand and lines it up with her pussy lips. “What you were doing felt so good,” she purrs with a sexy smirk on her face, “I just had to . . . oooh . . . do something more for you.”

As she speaks, she lowers herself onto your big cock—but she doesn't get very far. “Oh, wow, Rob, I can’t get over how big you are,” she says lustfully. “I think my tight little college-girl pussy is just a half-size too small for your big manly fuckpole. My personal trainer always says we should do our stretching exercises every day; think you can help me with that?” You can only moan.

Amber turns her head back and sees herself in the mirror. Your eyes meet in the reflection. “Ohh, baby,” Amber says huskily, “I love watching myself fuck you.” Then she turns her head to look you directly in the eyes and says, “I’m sorry it’s not as good a view for you, lover.”

You grin up at her and say in a low voice, “The view is just fine, babe. I can see you in the mirror, I can watch your sexy back, and best of all, I have a perfect view of the finest ass I’ve ever seen.” Suiting actions to words, you grab her ass with both hands and start fondling her cheeks.

Amber gives you a smoldering look, says, “I love you,” and reaches down to caress your balls. Then she throws her head back and interlaces her fingers across the back of her neck, and starts dancing, elbows out, big tits thrust brazenly forward. You watch her tight ass bob up and down and twist side to side as she slowly fucks the end of your cock; it feels amazing, and you clench the sheets with your hands to keep from trying to hurry her. She moves a little further and a little faster with each stroke, taking you a little deeper each time, watching your eyes in the mirror and calling out to you. “Give it to me . . . my big fucking stallion . . . big fucking horse cock . . . stretch me out like a big fucking fist . . . fuck me with that big fucking pussy rocket . . . take my fucking little college-girl pussy . . . fuck me how a real man fucks . . . fuck me like a real woman . . .”

Her dirty talk is a real turn-on, not that you need the help at this point. It seems to you that you keep growing inside her, though that’s probably just your imagination. When she has finally fully impaled herself on your steel rod, she begins rocking her hips against you, fucking your cock by rotation; she tosses her head, sending her long, beautiful auburn hair rippling down her back. You shift your head a little to the side so you can watch her more easily in the mirror. She sees you watching her and puts two fingers in her mouth, then slowly pulls them out and begins to stroke her clit as she rides you. She moans with pleasure and picks up speed.

“I love your tits,” you tell Amber, watching them bounce in the mirror.

“Really?” she says in mock surprise. “Why aren’t you . . . touching them?”

“I can’t reach them.”

“Poor baby,” she replies. “Here . . . let me help. Pull up your knees.”

“What?”

“Pull up your knees,” she says again. So you bring your knees up, and she braces her hands on them, then gets to her feet, leaving her in a deep squat on your cock. Once she’s settled, she begins to bounce up and down on your pole, being careful not to go too far; then she flips herself backward. You move your arms out of the way, as her hands land on the bed just below and outside your shoulders. You aren’t as deep in her this way, but it’s clear from her moans as she starts fucking you again that she’s getting a lot of friction on her G-spot. It’s making her pussy clench irregularly on your prick, sending waves of pleasure through you.

Then Amber moans, “Grab my tits, lover . . . squeeze my big titties . . .” You reach up and do exactly that, taking a big, firm grip on each of her twin peaks, with each nipple between two of your knuckles, and squeezing. You go to town kneading her sweet titflesh, feeling its resilient softness, and rolling her nipples side to side between your fingers. “Fuck yeah,” Amber cries out. “Squeeze my big titties, baby . . . ohh, squeeze my nipples . . . all for you, lover . . . all yours, always . . . always . . .” When you slide a hand down to her pussy and start fingering her clit, pressing on it and flicking it lightly with a fingernail, she starts shaking all over. “Yeah, lover,” she whispers roughly, “right there . . . just like that . . . just like that, baby . . . oooh, rub my clit . . .”

Amber can only hold that position so long before her arms start getting sore; you help her get back upright, where she goes into a deep squat on your fuckpole. She braces her hands on your knees and starts riding you hard. You hold her hips, helping her stay steady and taking a bit of the load off her legs (as well as encouraging her to go faster). Soon she’s riding for all she’s worth, her hair swinging as she tosses her head; she takes a hand off your knee so she can start frigging her clit, and when you look in the mirror, you can see her big melons bouncing wildly. “Oh, fuck . . .” she gasps, “fuck, baby, your big fucking cock feels so good . . . ohh, give it to me, lover . . . come on, Rob, give it to me . . . give me your cum . . . fire off that big fucking pussy rocket . . . shoot your cum up between my eyeballs . . . ohh, lover, you feel so good in me . . . big fucking horse cock . . . my big fucking stallion . . .”

It isn’t long (especially with Amber talking like that) before you feel your orgasm ready to blow, and you gasp, “I’m cumming!”

She moans and says, “Cum in me, lover . . . let me feel your spunk . . . give me your cum, baby . . . give me all your cum . . . all for me . . . all mine . . .” You buck your hips, driving your cock up into her pussy as hard as you can, and blast off into her like a rocket launch.

“Yeah, baby,” Amber says, "yeah . . . yeah . . . FUCK YEAH!” Her climax is as explosive as yours; her cunt walls spasm around your prick and her back arches as she cums right with you with a shattering scream. As the sensation passes, you lower your hips. She drops with you, then lies back on top of you. You bring your arms up to hold her, cupping her breasts softly with your hands; she places her hands over yours and lies still for a while as her breathing slows and your cock gently shrinks out of her body. You hold on to her and slowly roll over on your side; she swings her legs around to roll with you.

You hold her that way for what seems like hours and could never be long enough. Once you can think about something more than how wonderful she feels in your arms, a curious thought occurs to you. “Where did you come up with ‘pussy rocket?’” you ask.

“Do you not like?” she asks in return, sounding a little worried.

“No, I love it. It’s definitely good for the ego. I’m just curious.”

“One of my guy friends is a biker in a gay biker club, and likes to post pictures on Facebook of himself on his bike. Well, one of his bikes—he has several. He bought a new ‘crotch rocket,’ as he likes to call them, yesterday, and posted a picture, then he made a dirty joke about it. I started thinking, well . . .”

“I see.” You can’t help smiling. Of course, you’re holding Amber, naked, and you just fucked each other halfway to oblivion; there’s no possible way you could help from smiling anyway.