She took a deep, cleansing breath.
“This one’s for me,” Cassie said, almost to herself.
She slowly lowered herself down on my dick. Cassie let out a long, slow hiss as it slid inside her. Inching its way as deep as it could go. I groaned as I felt her wonderful warmth surround me.
Before now, I hadn’t spent a lot of time ruminating on the different vaginas I’d experienced in my lifetime. Pussy was pussy, amazing enough on its own. But having sunk into three very different ones in such short succession over the last five days had given me a lot of evidence to evaluate.
My wife was so compact, it felt like my cock had to be twisted into her. Like it was a lightbulb. Meanwhile, Allison’s pussy, like herself, was powerful. It wasn’t the tightest, but she could squeeze and ripple in a way that was entrancing. Cassie, on the other hand, was simply soaked. She got so slick and slippery; it was like screwing a water slide filled with Vasoline. We’d just connected and already I could feel her wetness dripping over my balls.
“God Paul. Feel so good,” Cassie said, “So thick. I swear it’s like, I can feel my little pussy molding itself to fit you. Like it’ll never be the same.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” I said.
“I know that,” Cassie said, “It’s just fun to picture.”
The beautiful blonde began sliding back and forth on my cock. Humping, yes, but not thrusting. Sort of slipping around as she ground her clit into my pubic bone.
“Think about it Paul,” Cassie said, “Your awesome cock thrusting into me. Shaping me. Ruining me for other men. I’ll never be able to get away from this. How perfect you stretch me out.”
She rocked faster. I could tell she was building. The little hitch in her smile was coming out again. The sign that she was close to cumming.
“I’ll be back home. After you leave. Going to work. Meeting friends for drinks. And all I’ll be able to do is fantasize about you being with me. I’ll be with Jack. With my husband. Thinking about your cock. Wishing for it. Begging. Thrusting in me. Filling me so good. Oh guh… Oh GOD!”
Cassie shivered and fell forward. I don’t think she anticipated cumming right then. But there she was. Right over the top. Cassie stayed in that position. Hands on the mattress. Tits dragging over my chest. She started humping harder. Having my cock bent that way, it didn’t feel good, exactly. But I was going to let her get off however she wanted.
“I love your cock, Paul,” Cassie said, “I need it. Luh-love you fucking me. How good it feels. You made me cum, Paul. You made me CUM. Harder and better than any man I’ve ever been with.”
Cassie blew her blonde hair out of her eyes. Her face was bright red. Her chest slick with sweat. She thrust herself on my dick with a wild abandon.
“Look at me, Paul,” Cassie continued, “Getting fucked in my own bed by another man. Begging for his cum. It feels so good.
Cassie shivered, and I thought she was going over the top again. But she shook it off and kept pounding onto me. Wet slaps and rude squeaks.
“I never squirted before,” she said, “You made it look easy. You fucked me. Owned me. Oh. AHHHHH! Oh fuck. Fuck me. Make me cuh… Make me CUM!”
Cassie ripped herself off my cock. A huge gush of girl cum spurted out of her, onto my chest. “Oh fuck! You fucking… Fucking broke me.” She looked at the wet mess she’d made on my chest and snickered. “Fucking hell.”
My cock flopped around, neglected. After all the orgasms I’d had, you’d think I would be done. But no, my dick was already demanding that Cassie get back on there and ride him out.
“Phew,” Cassie said, “Getting tired. Your turn.”
She rolled onto her back and raised her legs, like before. I took my cock and aimed it, then thrust forward. Cassie squeezed her arms and legs around me. Surrendering herself to me in every way.
I drove into Cassie, hard. It no longer took any skill or effort to make Cassie cum. She was so amped, it was overflowing unbidden. Her pussy squeezed down with almost every thrust. Her eyes permanently rolled back in her head.
Cassie raised her head for a sloppy kiss, and I let her. I slowed my motions, dragging my dick in and out. Savoring every centimeter. She felt so tight on me now, I knew she was feeling the ridge of my cockhead teasing at her nerve endings. Every bump and vein on my dick.
Cassie fell back. Her eyes got small. Scared.
“I don’t want to stop, Paul,” Cassie said, “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can. Tell me. Tell me you can stop?”
I didn’t answer her. I didn’t know how. But I didn’t stop fucking her, either.
“I can make babies, too, Paul,” Cassie said, “Beautiful children with golden hair and intense black eyes so deep you could drown in them. I’d do that for you. If you let me.”
I sped up my stroked. Added a little kick to the end of each thrust. Popping Cassie hard. She gasped as I stabbed forward. Eyes squeezed shut.
I grabbed Cassie’s shoulders for purchase. Shifted my angle. Started rutting into her crazed. Out of control.
“Cum with me,” Cassie said, “I’m getting close. I need you to… Fill me up. Cum in my married pussy. Deep as you can go. Mark me. Please. Please cum in meeeeeheeeheeee!”
My pace only increased. Cassie’s mewling cries, her pleading sobs. They shoved me forward. The beautiful blonde grabbed my face. Forced me to look in her eyes.
I watched, enthralled, as the azure of them intensified. Pupil shrinking to a pinprick. A focused beam of endless desire, boundless hope, and utter devotion. I swear I could see Cassie’s orgasm creep up her breasts, twisting her nipples tight, pulling her neck taut, stretching her smile, and then, finally, squeezing her eyes shut.
Cassie’s pussy clamped down. Her butt arched upwards. Like she was milking my dick for all it was worth. And finally, the essence she so deeply craved spilled forth.
I buried my dick as deep as it would go. Let out a loud, pained shout. And exploded into Cassie’s wanting depths.
“Ohhhhhhh FUCK!” Cassie yelped. “Oh God. So GOOD! Cumming. ohfuck. Cumming in me. Fuck. I can feel it. Filling me. So hot. Oh yes.”
As Cassie’s cunt cinched tight on my dick, her body wrapped around me in the same way. She held me tight, shaking. Screaming.
My stream of sperm felt impossibly strong. Like it could burst down a wall, let alone Cassie’s poor battered cervix. It wasn’t like before; that edged out orgasm had been another animal entirely. But in so many ways this was so much better.
Feeling Cassie wrapped around me. The warmth of her pussy squeezing me dry. Her own orgasm surrounding and amplifying mine.
“Got you, Cassie. I got you,” I said. Just nonsense as I drifted back to Earth.
“I know,” she said. Whined. “Oh God. It’s yours. My pussy. My heart. Only for you.”
I kissed her forehead. Held her tight.
Cassie. Fucking. Summers.
*
At 7am on a Tuesday morning, we six adults filed into the terminal at Orlando International Airport, disheveled and limping exhausted. Blissed out and ragged like we’d just finished a five-day opium binge.
Despite the early hour, the terminal was bustling — filled with the echoes of footsteps, the squeaks of suitcase wheels, and the low roar of conversation. We passed multiple families headed in the opposite direction, their faces glowing as they got ready to start their epic Disney adventures. I’ll admit, I watched them pass with a mix of apprehension and envy.
Emily clung to me like she was a koala, and I was the world’s best eucalyptus. She’d been hanging on tight since that morning. It made walking difficult (honestly, it was already hard — I felt like I’d run a marathon while boxing both Klitschko brothers for five successive days), but Emily refused to let go.
Jack and Cassie, on the other hand, strode along with the casual professionalism of seasoned travelers. Mike and Allison, on their far side, held hands. But it looked more like a court-ordered affection than anything truly felt.
We went to the McDonalds in the food court to get breakfast. Apparently, that was as much a part of the tradition for Mike and Allison as riding Pirates or eating Mickey-shaped ice cream.
As we crowded around our table, Mike rested his hand on Emily’s thigh. My wife gave him an angry glare. Allison straight up hissed at her husband. Mike pulled his hand back like he’d been singed. Well, if I had any doubt that our trip was truly over, that answered things for sure.
“Sorry,” he said, all parts the petulant teenager.
After we ate, we went through security. Then we all got on the tram, grabbing for separate poles. Me with Emily. Mike with Allison. Jack with Cassie. Other people stepping on would have thought we were all strangers.
Emily stared up at me, her green eyes bright and searching. She looked so innocent in her dark-rimmed glasses, wearing a purple Minnie shirt and denim shorts. Brown hair up in a bun. I noticed a bit of cum was crusted on her cheek. I reached over, gently, and rubbed it off.
My mind flashed back, unbidden, to that morning. I’d stumbled out of Cassie’s bedroom to find Emily sitting on the couch, fully dressed in her outfit from the day before. Beams of dusty sunlight streamed over her. She’d seen where I’d come from and, for some strange reason, I felt guilty. Emily gave me a tight grin. I sat down next to her, covering my crotch with a pillow.
“You OK?” I asked. Emily gave me a confused look. “After last night,” I said. She blushed.
“Fine,” Emily said, “Better than fine. You?”
“I’m OK,” I said.
“It’s amazing, Paul,” Emily said, “Everything we’ve been through. Yet I feel closer to you now than I ever have.”
“You do,” I said.
Emily latched onto me, hard. I almost jumped. She’d pounced on me like the unholy mix of a cat and a boa constrictor.
“Definitely,” Emily said, her lips tickling my ear. “What happened with Jack yesterday…”
I braced for it.