No fucking dream

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 decide to compromise with myself and wake Heather up before fucking her. I bend my lips to her nether lips and kiss them softly, extending my tongue to play with her lovely folds and gather her nectar. She’s already wet, but grows rapidly wetter as I lick her inner lips and lap up her girl-honey. She moans, first softly and then louder, and then I feel the touch of her hand on the back of my head. I look up to see her eyes flutter open. “Mmmmmmm, that’s a wonderful way to wake up,” she murmurs. “Hello, baby.”

“Hello yourself,” I respond with a grin.

“Why don’t you come up here and kiss me?” Heather asks.

“Gladly.”

I suit the action to the word, giving her a long, slow kiss. When I stop to breathe, she murmurs, “I didn’t mean for you to leave my pussy unattended, though. Do you think you have anything down there that could take care of it?”

I grin at Heather and push myself up on all fours, then sit back on my heels. I grab her knees and pull them up to her chest, spreading them wide so they go outside her boobs instead of resting on them. “Ooooooh, yeah, baby,” she coos. I fall forward onto my hands again, putting them on the mattress between her body and her legs. She hooks her calves over my shoulders, crossing her ankles between my shoulder blades, as I reach back to guide my mushroom into her inviting sex. “Fuck me, love,” she implores me. “Fuck me like you own me.”

I drive my prick down and forward into Heather’s gaping hole, filling her in one swift, unsparing thrust. “Yes!” she hisses. I fuck her hard and fast from the jump, making the bed bounce and creak. I love how deep I can go in this position while still being face to face with her. I kiss her hard, probing her mouth with my tongue; we make out furiously as I piston her cunt. I break off and bend my head to her wildly jiggling mounds, capturing a nipple with my teeth and sucking it between my lips. I fill my mouth with her supple titflesh, licking it all over and pressing my lips into it. “Fuck yeah, lover, so good . . . so good . . .” she moans. “Love my tits, baby . . . Suck my big nipples . . . Fuck my pussy and suck my big titties . . . That’s so fucking good . . . You fuck me so good . . .”

I decide to take full advantage of the work I’ve done with Coach Hammer. I lift one hand off the bed, supporting myself on one arm, and reach down into Heather’s quim to play with her pearl. She doesn’t register what I’m doing until she feels my fingers pressing her clit against my driving piston. “What the—” she gasps. “I’ve never—no one’s ever—fuck, that’s good!” I rub her clit slowly and suckle her nipple, licking it all over. I would switch to the other one, but I don’t want to disrupt my balance or my rhythm, so I concentrate on enjoying the tit I have. I bite her nipple gently and pull, trilling my tongue on the tip, then go back to suckling it hard and fast. I open my mouth and use just my tongue, swirling it over the swollen peak, then caress it with my lips. I get as big a mouthful of boob as I can, biting very softly and rasping it with the back of my tongue, before pulling it off and suckling the nipple some more. I vary my technique on her joystick as well, now rubbing up and down, now in more of a circular motion, and occasionally pinching it lightly.

While I enjoy the work of my fingers and mouth on Heather’s perfect body, I don’t let it distract me from fucking her—if anything, it inspires me to go faster and pound her harder. The bed creaks and groans as I jackhammer her pussy, turning seven years of pent-up desire loose to fuck her hard into the mattress. Heather’s moans rise above the sounds of the bed and the percussion of our bodies. “More, baby—more—more—” she begs. “Fuck me hard—harder—claim me—take me—own me—make me yours . . . Fuck my sweet pussy—pound me with that big pussyhammer—so fucking good—so deep so full so hard so fucking good . . . Love your mouth on my tit while you pound my pussy—your hand on my clit—so hot, so close, don’t stop I’m so close—suck me hard, fuck me hard, just don’t stop don’t stop don’teverstop . . . Make me cum, lover, I’m so close, fuck me make me cum . . .”

“You like that cock, sexy girl?” I ask her. I know the answer, of course, but I love hearing it.

“I love your big thick cock pounding my hot little pussy,” she moans.

“You like being fucked by a man who can satisfy you?” I ask.

“I love it—” 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 . . .”

“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—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 howls like a wolf in heat, her legs tightening around me, as her body trembles and her pussy goes into wild spasms around my prick; I suck her boob deep into my mouth, my body goes rigid, and my balls send gout after gout of cum rocketing into Heather’s hot, wet depths. The moment feels almost eternal as we keep cumming and cumming together.

When I finally pull out, Heather puts her legs down and I lie down next to her. She snuggles into my side 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.