Brandon and his dream girl

Brandon let out a moan as the busty brunette cheerleader lowered herself down onto his cock. He couldn't believe he and Heather were finally fucking. She started riding him slowly, then began picking up the pace, digging her finger nails into his chest. Brandon reached up and grabbed her large breasts for the first time, squeezing them. They felt every bit as good as he'd dreamed they would.

"You've wanted to do that forever, haven't you, you naughty boy. After all that time with her, you've been dying to know what a real pair would feel like."

Brandon grunted as Heather twisted herself, riding him harder. Ashley was insatiable but she never talked like this during sex and Brandon found he liked it. He continued exploring those wonderful breasts as Heather did all the work on top of him. Why hadn't he spent hours just feeling, sucking, playing with those gorgeous mounds before they started having sex. Were they in that much of a hurry? Everything before Heather had impaled herself on his cock seemed like a haze. He couldn't even remember how this had started. For a moment he worried Ashley would walk in on them but then Heather increased the pace again. He pinched her nipples.

"That's it big boy, just think about how you could enjoy these every night. Has Ashley ever fucked you like this?"

Heather picked up the pace again. Brandon, who had been content to let her do the work while he mauled her tits decided to join in, thrusting upward.

"Oh god, you naughty boy, that's it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

He kept thrusting harder and faster trying to meet her pace. They reached a fever pitch and both cried out as they came together, Heather whipping her head back and Brandon arching his back to get as deep inside her as he could. He panted, coming down from the high, opened his eyes and looked up at those huge, beautiful, freckled breasts. He couldn't see Heather's face as she still had her head back. She was panting too, as she clawed into his chest again. Finally she leaned forward and looked into his eyes with animalistic desire. Only now she had red hair, it was Chloe.

Brandon suddenly shot up in bed, waking up from his intense wet dream.

"What the fuck?"

Brandon breathed heavily as it all came back to him. He had gone to their room looking for Ashley but found it empty. He decided the best thing to do would be to wait for her because she'd have to return at some point. Laying on their bed he had fallen asleep. He wasn't surprised he was so tired as Ashley had kept him up very late the previous night. They were supposed to be packing for the trip but her incessant teasing had lead to some great fucking. That was why he had bolted for the lake earlier. He wasn't sure he had the stamina for another round. He wiped his forehead. He was sweating like he'd been playing football. And where was Ashley? He knew he'd messed up letting Heather tease him earlier, and him teasing back, but he wanted to make things right with his girlfriend. He looked down at his sticky swimming trunks. Of course first he needed a shower and a change of clothes.