Wake her and take her

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 stomach. 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. My first thought is to give her two fingers, but I amend that. I push my thumb into her wet hole and slide my fingers into her slick snatch. I can rub her G-spot with my thumb and diddle her joystick with my middle finger, and rub my palm against her lips for a little extra stimulation. She starts moaning and wiggling in her sleep. I shift myself around and push the other hand between the sheet and one of her big tits, wrapping my fingers around it and kneading her sweet curves.

Heather moans louder, then her eyes flutter open. Almost immediately they go wide; she looks disoriented and confused. “What—who—” she gasps in alarmed bewilderment. “The who, sexy girl,” I murmur in her ear, “is simple: your new boyfriend. The what is even simpler: I’m taking advantage of you, because I felt like it, and I can. I thought about fucking you, but decided to wake you up a little more gently.”

I can feel her relax almost instantly at the sound of my voice. By the time I’m done talking, she’s humming in anticipation. “Oh, well, in that case . . .” she purrs, scrambling up on all fours. She waggles her ass at me and shoots me a sultry look over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for, stud? “Take me like the stallion takes the mare. Take me hard and fast and crazy fucking deep. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”

I get up on my knees behind Heather and seat my cockhead in her wet fuckhole. “Grab my hair, baby,” she begs throatily. “Pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair. Pull my hair and fuck me hard and deep.”

“Your command is my wish, love,” I say. I lean forward to gather a fistful of her thick golden waves, then straighten up, pulling her head up and back and slamming my shaft home hilt-deep in her cunt. Heather moans in pleasure and clenches her pussy around my invading cock. I moan with her and hold in place for a few moments to let the flood of sensation wash over me.

“Fuck,” Heather breathes. “Fuck, that’s deep . . . I thought you were deep before, but you’re even deeper now—this is fucking incredible . . . I didn’t know there was that deep. Give it to me, baby—I love your big fucking mommy-maker—fuck, you feel so fucking good in my hungry little pussy—you fill me so full so deep, so fucking good . . . Take me, lover—give it to me hard—give me everything you’ve got—plow me hard and fast and so fucking deep—fuck me hard out of my mind . . . Make me cum on that big fucking cock, make me cum like no one else ever has . . . I love you, baby, love you, love your cock . . .”

I pull my shaft most of the way out of Heather’s hot cocksheath, then ram it home again, making both of us moan. I fuck her as hard and fast as I can, anchoring and balancing myself with her hair as I slam my hips into her ass again and again and again. I hook my free hand around her thigh to get a couple fingers in her twat. “Yeah, baby, yeah,” she moans. “Push my button, love. Push my button drive me crazy. Fuck that big fucking pussyhammer pounding me so good so good so good . . .” She moans high and wild and loud when I find her pearl and start rubbing it; she keeps squeezing my cock hard with her pelvic muscles, in no particular rhythm, making me moan along with her.

The bed creaks and sings along with Heather’s moans as I jackhammer her cunt; the steady percussion of our bodies crashing together sets the beat. When she looks back at me, her eyes half-closed, her mouth open, it’s incredibly arousing to know that I have her this turned on. “Cum for me, baby,” she moans. “Fill my pussy with your hot cream. I’m so close, you fuck me so good, I’m so crazy fucking close, I want to feel you cum. I want to feel you blow your load in my hot, wet pussy. I want to feel how much you want me. Cum for me, cum in my pussy and make me cum. I’m so close so close so fucking close—just hold on to feel you cum—feel your big thick cock blow in my pussy, spray my hungry little pussy with your hot stuff . . . Cum in me, lover, cum for me and make me cum all over your big fucking mommy-maker—cum in me and make me cum . . .”

Now is an end to all self-control, as Heather’s words send me over the edge. “Get ready—take it, baby—here—I—cum!” I bury my cock balls-deep in her tight little honeypot one last time as my climax hits me like an earthquake, sending shockwaves through my body. At the epicenter, my balls erupt, firing blast after blast deep into her welcoming cunt.

When she feels my cum splashing her inner walls, Heather cries exultantly, “Yes! MINE!” Her body detonates around my cock, her pussy squeezing me hard like the overpressure of an orgasmic blast. She catches her breath and screams in ecstasy as she drives her hips backward, trying somehow to get just a little more of my dick inside her to feed her pleasure. We hold there as our bodies shake in ecstatic unison.

Eventually, we end up collapsed on the bed with me on my back and Heather next to me, her head pillowed on my upper arm. 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.