Waking up with a bang

I drift awake, fighting to stay in the dream. I dreamed I was fucking Heather—many of my dreams have ended up that way over the years . . .

Where am I? I don’t recognize this bed—

—Wait—who’s that next to me?

I look over—and memory returns. I wasn’t just dreaming—I’m in Heather’s room, in her bed . . . Heather is lying next to me, on her back. She’s naked, her legs are spread, and at some point during our nap, she kicked off the sheet. What’s more, my nose tells me, she’s as aroused as I am (for the same reason, I hope).

Given that my cock is achingly hard, it immediately occurs to me to take advantage of the situation. You shouldn’t do that! I scold myself, but then myself asks, Why not? I don’t have a good answer, so myself decides to up the ante by pulling Heather’s legs up to her chest. Amazingly, it turns out to be more challenging without active cooperation, but I manage it. I lean forward to rest on the backs of her thighs and align my shaft with her dripping hole, then reach under her legs to grab her big, supple boobs. I squeeze them and capture her nipples with thumb and forefinger, then drive my cock deep into her hot, wet sex.

Heather moans loudly, then her eyes flutter open. They go wide almost immediately, as she’s awake enough to realize her position, but not enough to really know what’s going on. I start pistoning my cock steadily in her tunnel. “What—who—” she gasps in confused alarm.

“The who, sexy girl,” I say huskily, gently tweaking her nipples, “is simple: your new boyfriend. The what is even simpler: I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you because I want it, you want it, and I can.”

I can feel her relax almost instantly at the sound of my voice, so I start fucking her harder and faster. By the time I’m done talking, she’s humming in anticipation. “Naughty boy,” she murmurs, “taking advantage—mmmmm—of a sleeping girl like this—ohhhh, fuuuuck.”

“You said you’re all mine,” I tell her. “I’m taking you . . . at your word.”

“Oooooh, that’s hot,” Heather breathes. I pinch her titbuds and she mewls, then continues with a gasp, “—feel so claimed, wanted—so fucking sexy . . . and fuck, lover, your cock feels incredible in this position . . .”

She throws back her head and howls as a climax rolls over her like a wildfire. I squeeze her big tits and keep pumping her pussy while it ripples and pulses around my prick. “Fuck, that’s deep,” Heather moans when she can form words again. “Your big mommy-maker is fucking me so fucking deep—ohhhhh, that feels good—so thick, so deep, filling my hot, wet pussy so good, so fucking full . . . Give it to me, lover—harder—harder—I’m so hot for you, so fucking horny—ohhhhh, lover, fuck that little pussy. Fuck that hungry little pussy until I scream. Pound me hard and fast with that big fucking pussyhammer, baby—make me scream your name. Make me scream your name so loud the neighbors can hear me.”

“Ohhh, fuck,” I groan. “Take that cock, lover. Take it like a woman. Take it like a fucking goddess.” I pick up speed until I’m fucking Heather as hard and fast as I can. My cock is a battering ram at her gates, slamming into her again and again and again. I fondle her sweet melons roughly, pinching and rolling her nipples and squeezing her abundant flesh. She moans and rolls her head back and forth, her hair splaying across the pillow. “You like that, baby?” I ask her. “You like being at the mercy of my cock, being fucked hard like the sex goddess you are? You like having your hot little pussy hammered by your man’s big, thick cock?”

“Fuck yeah—fuck yeah—fuck yeah,” Heather gasps, her breath coming shorter now. “Real fucking man—big fucking horse cock—so fucking good, so fucking close—fucking me out of my mind . . . Fucking take me, lover—so hard, so deep—take my pussy—just—don’t—stop . . . Just don’t stop—don’t stop—don’t stop don’tfuckingstop—”

“Cum for me, love,” I urge her. “Cum on my dick. Let me see you cum, let me feel you—let me see you go crazy for me. Let me see you cum so hard, all you can think about is my cock in your pussy. Lose control and cum for me.”

“Cum with me,” she pants. “Want to—feel your cum—feel your hot load . . . Cum with me—cum in my pussy—take my pussy—fill me—make me cum—”

Heather’s words are enough to send both of us over the edge. I bury my cock to the hilt in her one last time as our climaxes hit like freight trains colliding at full speed. She arches her back and screams, “Fuck! Andrew!” Her body trembles and her pussy goes into wild spasms around my prick. I squeeze her tits hard, my body goes rigid, and my balls send gout after gout of cum rocketing into her hot, wet depths. The moment feels almost eternal as we keep cumming and cumming together.

When I finally pull out, I collapse to the bed and roll onto my back. Heather snuggles into my side, pillowing her head on my upper arm, and murmurs, “That’s how I want to wake up from now on.” I turn my head to give her a long, lingering kiss.

“Sounds good to me,” I say.