It was just what she wanted and exactly what I needed. The sound of skin slapping together certainly echoed around. I grunted and groaned. She moaned constantly. I was surprised at how long I’d survived as I was now beyond horny. Her arse was perfect. I’d never tire fucking her. Running my hands down her back to her shoulders, I was polite enough to ask, “Are you ready?”
“Please,” she whispered.
For five minutes, I fucked Cindy as hard as I could remember. While it was loving, to anyone who didn’t know, it would have looked at least a little brutal. She was positioned in a rather submissive manner, something I knew she loved. I tightened my grip on her shoulders as I could feel my orgasm building. I let her know, being polite, though she knew I was going to cum in her regardless.
“Cindy,” I murmured.
She wasn’t capable of saying anything considering how hard I was nailing her. I lasted another couple of minutes at most before I felt the eruption deep inside her. She actually giggled, insisted she felt every throb and spurt of my cock as I emptied myself. It was the sort of orgasm that left me feeling rather light-headed, needing to lean forward, relaxing above her.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, “Holy shit, Cindy.”
Giving myself a couple of minutes, I pulled out and, for once, had a good look at the gape I’d given her. It wasn’t something I normally worried about, but I honestly couldn’t remember fucking her harder. I was rather impressed by what I could see. Cindy giggled when I told her, handing me her phone. “Take a photo,” she asked. Doing as requested, she had a look and smiled at me. “That’s one well fucked arse, Mark.”
Grabbing the blanket, I unfolded and placed it down so we could relax together, lying on my back as Cindy joined me, cuddling into my side. I was still gathering my breath, glancing to see Cindy gazing at me with half-lidded eyes. I suggested falling asleep was a bad idea as it was a warm, sunny day, and neither of us wanted to be sunburned.
Both of us needed more recovery time than usual, but after lying together for half an hour or so, Cindy leaned down, taking my cock in her mouth long enough to get me rock hard before she straddled my lap, lowering herself down on my cock. She rode me ever so slowly that second time, neither of us worried about an orgasm, Cindy leaning forward so she could spend most of the time making out with me.
She was definitely feeling tender as she rode me nowhere near as hard and fast like normal. I watched her face, ready to stop her if it looked like she was sore, but she still looked happy with my cock being buried inside her. After quite a while, she sat back and started to stroke her cock, eager to enjoy another orgasm. Lifting my knees so she could relax back against them, I watched with interest as she started to pump her cock.
“Fuck yes,” she moaned, “Love stroking my girlcock with yours is buried inside me, Mark.”
“Why don’t you lie back on me and I do it for you?”
Her eyes lit up as she turned around, reverse cowgirl style, lying back against my chest as I reached down and started to stroke her cock. She slowly bounced up and down on my cock again. No more than five minutes later, she erupted all over herself. Now that she’d cum again, I wrapped my arms around her and started to pound her again. To our amusement, I pulled out just in time to add my cum to her body at the same time.
“I know a path to the beach to wash ourselves off,” I said. Grabbing all our things, I found the narrow path that led to the beach. Checking the coast was clear, we dumped our stuff on the sand and ran naked into the surf. It was the first time we’d been to the beach together, and my god, did Cindy captivate me as she lifted her head out of the water. She giggled as the fact I stared at her for a few seconds.
“Fantasy coming true, Mark?”
“One of them!”
We had nothing to dry ourselves off with except the blanket, Cindy wrapping that around herself as I put on the lower half of my leathers, wrapping the arms around my waist, making our way back to the motorbike. I’d parked in a private area so we could dry off entirely before getting into our leathers, ensuring Cindy was wrapped up carefully again. She smiled, seeing how much I cared. After putting on her gloves and boots, I helped with her helmet again before I quickly got into my gear.
I rode the motorbike back to her place, as I rarely went back to my apartment. I certainly didn’t sleep there any longer. Her garage wasn’t full of crap, unlike mine, so it was easy to park the bike there.
“We’ll clear some space for your tools,” she said, “I know you like to tinker with your car and other things, being a man and all.”
“If you ever need something done in the apartment…”
“Oh, I know how good you are with your hands, Mark.” I gave her a look, earning one of those adorable giggles. “If I think of anything, I’ll let you know. If you want to do anything…”
“Your apartment is great how it is.”
She smiled again. “I’m glad you like it. What’s the best thing?”
“The fact you’re there.”
“Right answer. Are you hungry? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, stomach has been growling for a little while now.”
No surprise that, after we ate and watched a movie, we fell asleep together on the couch. We’d worn each other out. Waking up together in bed the next morning, I guess having woken up enough to stagger to the bedroom, Cindy kissed my cheek as she snuggled into me. “I’m feeling very tender this morning,” she murmured, “A big cock was busy slamming my tight little arse for quite a while yesterday.”
“Did you enjoy it though?”
“I loved every second. My man takes care of me.”
“You like calling me that, don’t you?”
“You’re ‘my man’ now, otherwise known as ‘my boyfriend’. One day, you’ll be upgraded to ‘my fiance’. And the last upgrade will be to ‘my husband’. But you’ll always be ‘my man’.” Kissing my cheek again, she whispered, “And I love taking care of my man as much as he does me.”
“Well, you’re my girl.”
Turning onto my side, she spooned back against me, ensuring my arms were wrapped tightly around her as always. As it was Sunday morning, there was no rush to get up. She could feel my erection pressing into her. She guided my hand to feel her erection too, before taking it back to just rest against her breast. “I’m tired,” she admitted.
“We have all day, tomorrow… rest of our lives,” I said.
“Have we gone a day without having sex if we’ve seen each other?”
“Hmmm. Apart from that first day we met, no. Something sexual has always happened.”
“Want to try and last a day?”
“To be honest, not really, but if you’re willing…”
She remained silent before giggling. “I wouldn’t last until midday. I’m still a little tender though, Mark. You really fucked me hard. I loved it.”
Snuggling until we needed to go to the bathroom, Cindy prepared breakfast, helping her out as always, though she spent half the time insisting she was more than capable of doing everything herself. When I said I simply wanted to be close to her, she hugged me tightly, appreciating the sentiment.
After breakfast, we headed back to bed as neither of us felt like doing a damn thing. The apartment was clean. Things like laundry was already done. Stripping off again, Cindy cuddled into me, stroking her back with my fingers, eventually running my hand down her body to her thigh, lifting it up so it rested over my legs, fingers running back towards her butt.
“You’re planning something,” she whispered.
“I’m innocent of all crimes,” I retorted softly, “Except for the crime of wanting to do very naughty things with my girlfriend at all times possible.”
“Like what?” she breathed.
“My imagination is alive with the possibilities, Cindy.”
“I’m thinking something. Next weekend Natalie is here, so that means behaving, at least a little bit. I’m thinking of another girls’ night the weekend after. Would you mind?”
I met her eyes and did wonder. “Do you have plans for this girls’ night?”
“I do. You’ve obviously been with Cass. They all know and… well, I know they’re all eager to have fun too.”
“All of them? The same night?”
“I don’t know yet. We haven’t really planned it. But would you be interested?”
“As I said, Cindy, if you’re there, I don’t mind at all. Your friends having no luck?”
“I mean, we’ve all met guys before but, as I’ve said, nothing lasts. Either we tell them the truth and they freak, making us feel awful, or we end up being fucked and then dumped as they got what they wanted from us, and honestly, that’s even worse. As I said, we just feel cheap and used, nothing more than a human fleshlight, or a tick on a personal bucket list. ‘I just fucked a transwoman. Tick. Next’. Feels horrible.” I cuddled her tighter as I knew she’d had that happen more than once. “When I’m with you, Mark, we make love. You’ve made me feel special every day since that night we met. Honestly, my friends are insanely jealous of what we have. Jealous in a good way, they’d never do anything to ruin what we have. But it’s also why we made that agreement to share, because finding someone like you is difficult.”
“Sounds like we need a cloning machine.”
“Imagine the orgy!”
Stroking her back again, I finally said, “Okay, I think it’ll be fun. Will Cass be around?”
“If it’s Friday night, she might be able to join us. She usually works Saturday nights.”
“But only those I met previously otherwise?”
“Probably.”
“Okay, at least I’ll know who is coming around.”
“Would you like to have fun with them, Mark?” she asked, making sure she looked into my eyes.
“I would, but only if you’re one hundred percent sure. I’ve never been in a relationship where I’ve been shared, so to speak.”