Rachel mounted and stuffed

“How do you want me, love?” I ask Rachel. Her face glows with pleasure.

“There are a lot of things I want to try,” she says, getting up on all fours, “but as much as I love having your mouth on my tits, I think I want to try this most.” I scramble to my knees, my jaw dropping. Rachel gives me a lustful look over her shoulder and waggles her sweet ass at me. “I know they call this ‘doggystyle,’” she continues breathily, “but I grew up around horses, and that just seems a lot sexier to me. Especially,” she giggles, “when my man is packing a horse cock worthy of a Belgian.” She reaches between her legs and spreads her pussy, which is flushed and leaking cum, then moans, “C’mon, stud, show me what the stallion does to the mare. Plunder my tight little pussy with that big fucking horse cock. Mount me like a fucking bronco and pound me ’til I scream.”

I’m a little anxious about this, but also insanely turned on. I shuffle on my knees between Rachel’s calves, take my prick in one hand, and rest the other on the curve of her ass for balance. She watches me raptly, lust blazing from her face, as I line up my cockhead with her gates of paradise and gently, tentatively, push just inside. We both moan. Her pussy is amazingly hot, exquisitely tight, and so wet that her girl-honey is seeping out around my shaft; she feels good beyond anything I’ve ever imagined.

I hold myself in position, enjoying the sensation of Rachel’s tight fuckhole squeezing my cockhead, and slip a hand between her thighs and into her quim. She moans as my fingers brush her clit and flexes her hips around my mushroom, making me moan in turn. “Ohhh, love,” she breathes, “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You’re so sweet and caring, and so good to me—and your cock is fucking amazing. I will never be the same again. I’m a woman now, and I’m yours.”

“I assure you, baby,” I tell her, “the feeling is mutual. Not all the details,” I add with a grin, “but the feeling.”

“Mmmmmm,” Rachel murmurs. “I like the feeling. I’d like a little more of it,” she adds, then pushes back against me, impaling herself a little deeper on my stiff pole. My breath catches in my throat, and she purrs wordlessly in pleasure at my reaction. I grab her hips with both hands and start pumping her slowly, pushing a little deeper into her glove-tight, furnace-hot cunt with each thrust; she moans and mewls and urges me on.

When I’ve driven my shaft as deep in Rachel’s hot sheath as I can manage, I lean forward and start running my hands over her body. “Touch me, lover, touch me everywhere,” she encourages me. “Let me feel your hands all over me. Ohhh, fuuuuck, you go deep. Your cock is so fucking deep in my hungry little pussy—it feels amazing.” I trace the contours of her back and sides and the curves of her thighs before ending up with one hand hooked around a thigh and buried in her snatch and the other caressing her tits. “More, baby—more—” she pants. “Your hands feel so good—pinch my nipples, play with my clit—ohhh, fuuuuuck.” She flexes her hips around my prick, and I moan her name. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like feeling your big, thick cock stuffing my tiny little pussy?”

“Ohhh, sexy girl, your pussy feels incredible—even better than your tits,” I say huskily. I grip one of her huge melons in such a way that I can squeeze it in my palm while I pinch and roll and twist her fat nipple. The fingertips of my other hand flow over her erect love button, teasing it and tracing circles around it. Rachel mewls and starts rocking her hips, moving on my cock.

“Fuck, lover, your cock is fucking huge,” she moans. “Fuck me, baby, please, fuck me now, I need you fucking now. Feel how wet I am for you, love. Feel how horny you make me. Ohhhh, fuck, feel how horny you make me. Please, fuck me hard with that beautiful cock.”

“You want me to take it slow at first, don’t you? So you can—”

“No,” Rachel says, almost hissing in her urgency. “Fuck that. Fuck me. I don’t fucking care how sore I am later—fucking take me.”

There’s no need to say anything. I grip her tit firmly to help anchor me, pinching her nipple hard, pull my hips back as far as I can go without taking my other hand off her clit, then slam my cock home as hard and fast and deep as I can. Rachel howls in triumph. When I pull back again, she rocks forward, then drives her hips back to meet me when I thrust into her. We quickly establish a rhythm, moving together and fucking hard. “Pinch my nipple, Andrew—I can feel the jolt in my pussy when you do that—your big fucking horse-cock is driving my pussy crazy—rub my clit—ohhhhh, fuuuuuck, baby, can it possibly feel as good for you as it does for me?”

I’m about to answer when Rachel arches her back, and I’m suddenly breathless. I had thought I was as deep in her as I could go, but her movement opens up new depths in her pussy. My thrust buries my cock in her to the balls, leaving them resting in her dripping quim; I throw back my head and shout, then redouble my pace. Rachel matches me with lustful intensity, and for a few moments neither of us is capable of speech; the only sounds are the groaning of the bed and the sharp concussion of our bodies slamming together. I massage her tit, rolling the nipple between my fingers, while the other swings wildly in circles.

When Rachel catches her breath, she moans, “So fucking deep, lover, you’re so fucking deep, stretching me so fucking tight—oooooooh—you make me feel like a woman, fucking me so full so deep with that big hunk of man-meat—make me so fucking crazy horny, love, I want you so badly, I need you forever—cum for me, baby, give me all your cum, fill my hungry little pussy with your cum, cum in me and make me cum—make my tight little pussy cum all over your big sexy cock, make me cum so fucking hard I can’t see straight—I’m so close so close so fucking close, lover, please, give me everything and make me cum—”

“That’s it, sexy girl, cum for me,” I pant. “Let me feel you cum. Let me feel you give yourself to me. Let me feel your hot little pussy go crazy and cum all over my cock. Let me feel you lose control. You’re so fucking sexy, love, it’s so hot to watch you cum. Cum for me, all for me.”

“Fuck me—fuck—fuck—fuck—” Rachel pants in rhythm with the hammerblows of my cock. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—MEEEEE!” She throws back her head and screams in triumph, slamming her hips back, impaling herself to the hilt on my shaft. Her cunt seizes my prick and squeezes hard as her climax detonates around me in a blast wave of ecstasy.

“Here I cum—” I gasp as her explosive orgasm ignites mine. I grind my hips against Rachel’s ass and unload violently in her cunt, launching rocket after rocket of cum deep into her molten core. I lean forward, shift my hand from her snatch to grab her free-swinging boob, and hold her tight as she shakes and shivers.

When our joint climaxes drain away in a last round of shudders, we fall over sideways, my slowly-deflating cock still sheathed in Rachel’s pussy, my arms still holding her tight, my fingers caressing her lush breasts. She turns her head and kisses me over her shoulder, deeply and langorously, while my prick finishes shrinking out of her body. “That was incredible, when you arched your back like that. How could you hold that position so long?” I ask.

Rachel gestures toward her big melons. “I have a strong back from lugging these tits around.” She kisses me, her eyes shining. “It finally seems worth it.”

After a while, Rachel squirms around, rolling over in my arms. She gives me another deep, slow kiss, then pulls back, looks into my eyes, and says, “I love you, Andrew.”

“I love you, too, Rachel,” I say.