The best part of waking up

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 . . .

I open my eyes to see a soft golden bush and a set of large pussy lips swallowing my cock. OK, I think groggily, I wasn’t fucking Heather, she was fucking me. I shift my gaze up her body, past her soft, firm melons, to find Heather looking lustfully down at me. “I was dreaming I was fucking you silly,” she says smokily. “I woke up to find you on your back, moaning, with your cock in the air like a flagpole. I hope you don’t object to my taking advantage of the situation.”

“Object?” I ask incredulously. “I can’t imagine ever objecting to you fucking me!”

“Under any circumstances?” she purrs, then throws back her head and moans as she finishes impaling herself on my shaft. “I may have to—fuck I love your big pussyrocket—take advantage of that . . .”

As Heather smirks at me, eyes half-lidded, I have a sudden vision of sex in various public places. Well, if she’s up for it, I’m sure she can get me up for it . . .

“Fuck, you’re big,” she moans. “I swear you’re filling me all the way up to my tits.” Her smirk widens. “Speaking of which . . .” Heather leans forward and rests her hands on the bed, setting her curvy beauties swinging in my face. “Love my big titties, baby,” she purrs as she starts rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against me and fucking my cock by rotation.

I grab a heavy melon in each hand, enjoying their weight. I pinch her nipples and twirl them gently; I knead her supple titflesh, pressing my fingers into her soft skin and stroking it with my palms. “You’re so sexy, baby, I can hardly believe it,” I tell her. “I have a sex goddess riding my cock . . .” I feed myself one of her tits, kissing, licking, and sucking it all over, spiraling in toward her nipple.

Heather’s eyes light up at my words, and she moans at the touch of my lips on her breast. “You deserve it, lover,” she says, her voice pregnant with lust. “Your cock is worthy of Zeus. No wonder so many women wanted to fuck him . . .” She picks up speed and starts swiveling her hips. Before long, she’s moving in circles and figure-eights, rubbing my prick all around her cunt. “Ohhhhh, I love your cock,” she moans. “You feel so good, stretching my hungry little pussy . . . so big, so deep . . . You like that pussy, baby? You like feeling my hot, wet pussy squeezing your big fuckpole?”

“I love your pussy, sexy girl,” I tell her. “It’s hot and wet and tight, and best of all, it’s yours. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too,” Heather says. She bends forward to kiss me hard, slipping her tongue into my mouth as she devours my lips.

Something about the kiss and the way she flexes her hips sets me off. “Cumming . . .” I gasp into her mouth, and thrust up into her molten depths.

“Yeah—” she pants. “Cum for me, love—let me feel you—” I throw my head back with a loud, strangled cry as my orgasm detonates, blasting rockets of cum deep into Heather’s hot body. When she feels me cum, she climaxes with a shriek of her own. Her arms give out and she drops down on top of me as her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking it for all it’s worth. I claim her mouth with mine, silencing her with a fierce kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck and I wrap mine around her in turn, and we make out as we cum, all wrapped up in each other.

How long we kiss, I don’t know; when we break off, Heather’s looking as dazed as I feel. “You’re incredible, baby,” I whisper. “I think I love fucking you almost as much as I love you.”

“You say the sweetest things, lover,” she murmurs back, then kisses me again. After a moment, she adds, “I think I agree.”