Cassie Ch. 02

"I'm going to give you the best blowjob you've ever had, Teddy," she whispered. "Uncle Teddy," she added for emphasis as her tongue probed my ear.

"Better than last time?" I inquired, eager to know what I was in for.

"Oh, yes," she seethed. "Better than last time."

She exhaled a warm breath in my ear and I felt a shiver run down my spine and lodge in my loins. She nuzzled her way down my neck, little nibbles from her full soft lips, and headed south over my nipples, giving them little soft sucks. I moaned in appreciation and placed my hand in the thickness of her lush mane of locks. She was headed to the Promised Land and was going to take her time getting there with no complaint from me. I just lay there in a state of rigid anticipation as her twirling tongue darted lower and lower. I felt her nipples engage with my bobbing cock and tightened my grip on her head as she slowly began to lower herself onto the floor between my legs.

But instead of engaging my dick, she hunched down low and began to kiss her way up and down my thighs. I moaned involuntarily; unable to squelch the burning need that was making itself known, as evident from my wavering flagpole of excitement. But Cassie seemed more intent on concentrating on the lower regions, and as she kissed further and further up my thighs, I suddenly felt her tongue reach out and swirl a greeting to my left testicle.

"Oh, Cassie," I wavered.

She knew what she was doing, and why, and with my exclamation of approval I felt her mouth open wide and engulf my left ball. I hissed in appreciation, realizing this slow torture of ecstasy was going to take some time. Best one ever, indeed.

"God, I love to have my balls sucked, baby."

I heard, and felt, her moan with my testicle surrounded by her mouth, and then I heard, and felt it, as she let my ball fall free with a popping sound.

"I know," she whispered, before sucking the other ball into her warm wet mouth.

God, it felt so fucking good. She continued to suck the other testicle as I felt her soft hand curl around my rigid shaft and just hold it aloft.

To me there are few things more erotic than seeing a woman's hand on a man's cock, especially when it's my own. I craned my neck to watch her as she multi-tasked with slow lazy strokes of my fully erect cock with a ball licking like none that I had ever experienced. Okay, so she was right, again.

She continued to lather my testicles, freshly shaved that morning, cupping and gently fondling my ball sac with one hand, while she languidly stroked the length of my erection with the other. She continued to massage my testicles with her hand as she kissed the underside of my shaft and worked her way slowly up my length with her tongue lashing the bulging ridge. Arriving at the head she wrapped her slender fingers around the base, looked up at me with sultry eyes and opened her mouth to descend slowly over the head. I groaned in appreciation as I felt her take maybe two inches into her mouth and begin to wash her tongue back and forth under the head.

The involuntary guttural sounds she was eliciting from me were enough to tell her she was right on target. I left my hand on her head, not to steer her, but to enjoy the feel of her head bobbing up and down on my member. Every once and awhile she'd stop sucking for a few seconds and expertly stroke the upper reaches of my cock with an experienced grip, sliding the soft thin outer layer of skin over the steel pipe of hard rock flesh below. After a few strokes, just to vary the pace, she'd re-engage with my cock head. And each time she'd take me a little deeper and a little deeper still. I was in heaven.

At one point she pulled off, hovered over my head and let a big dollop of saliva drop out of her mouth and onto my wavering erection. Then she returned to sucking; making the most intimate sounds and moans as she varied the pace expertly, but slowly increased the intensity of her oral love-making. After one deep inhalation of my cock, causing her to choke and gag slightly on my throbbing flesh, she pulled off to stroke me again. She looked me in the eye.

"I want you to come in my mouth, Teddy. I want to taste you," she said hungrily as she gave me that expert stroke of thumb and forefinger. "I want to drink you, baby. Come for me."

And with that statement she began a full-focused assault on my manhood. With one hand cupped warmly around my ball sac, one hand stroking the base of my shaft and her mouth warmly open to my girth, she began to suck with an intensity that was leading to the end. She gauged and altered her depth, speed and intensity with the verbal and physical cues I was giving her. She worked up to a steady rhythm that was meant to take me the distance, and I lay back to enjoy the rising sensation of an impending orgasm.

She seemed to have a sixth sense about what to do. Her mouth felt so fucking good on my cock, but it was the way she was using her hands in concert that had me lifting my hips off the bed to meet her warm wet mouth.

"Oh, God, Cass. That's so good, baby. Don't stop. Don't stop, Cassie," I implored. No need to beg; she wasn't stopping for anything other than a mouthful of cum. She began to moan in time to her deep sucking and in time to the music, as I felt a huge load of semen coalescing into what I knew was going to be an enormous eruption. As my voice rang out and my hand pressed her head down on my throbbing shaft, I felt the first wave of an orgasm looming within seconds.

"Oh, Cass. I'm gonna cum, baby," I cried.

I suppose I was stating the obvious, because Cassie could tell I was ready to shoot. And without missing a beat, without hesitating for a second, she sucked and bobbed her way through a pulsing orgasm like I could not remember having in a very long time. Spurt after spurt erupted as Cassie opened her mouth wide to catch and suck up every last drop of cream. I emptied myself, totally and completely, as my climax began to subside. Cassie didn't disengage, but chose to keep my cock in her mouth as her tongue circled and collected every drop. I looked down at her beautiful face and saw her Adam's apple bob as she swallowed everything. She caressed my flagging cock gently as she smiled up at me.

"Wow. That was some load, Teddy. You needed that, I guess," she said, smiling up at me.

"That might be the understatement of the day," I replied. "God, Cassie. That was amazing, girl. Truly amazing. Thank you."

"Just returning the favor," she said, as she stood, placed her hands on my chest and leaned down for a kiss. I could taste the residue of my semen still on her lips and tongue and we French kissed to enjoy the aftertaste. She wanted to share.

We spent the next twenty minutes snuggling and caressing, having an intimate conversation with our faces only inches from one another. I loved being so close to her. We took a break to recuperate; Cassie checked her phone messages, me tweaking the lighting and the temperature. I took a quick trip to the bathroom and emerged with a bounce in my step, only to be greeted by the shutter click of my camera. Cassie backed away slowly, camera covering her face, taking pictures as I sauntered across the room.

"Oh, naked paparazzi. That's a new one," I joked.

I noticed the camera was now aimed at my lower extremities as opposed to my upper reaches.

"I can see the headline now," she claimed as she continued to take a series of photos. "Shrinkage occurs: Teddy's formerly impressive member turns little and cute."

"Hey. You know that old Seinfeld joke is pretty worn out now. And you better be nice to my friend here or he's not going to want to play with you anymore," I chided.

I plopped on the bed, rested my head on a pile of pillows and watched my beautiful young friend circle me like a photographic vulture. She kept taking photo after photo.

"Geez, Cassie. You're wasting film."

"Film?" she queried. "What's film?"

"Okay, digitial data storage. You're filling up my SD card," I answered, mock sternly.

"Yes, but these photos are priceless. Someone will pay big bucks for them," she said as she leaned closer.

With a quick swipe of my hand I grabbed the telephoto lens and pulled the camera from her grip.

"You're incorrigible, young lady," I stated.

"Ohhhh, I love it when you use big words. Speaking of big, how is junior?" she inquired, crawling between my legs and leaning down to take my semi-flaccid penis into her warm mouth.

"He's fine," I answered, "and ready for a resurrection," I answered.

I began to thicken in her mouth. She had all of me sucked deep and I could feel her tongue sliding back and forth along the glans under the head. God, it felt good. She'd only been able to take a few inches when I was hard; now, or at least for the next few seconds, she was able to take me down to the root. As I rapidly hardened I heard her moan, pull off and begin to jack me to full mast. She swept her long tresses over her shoulder.

"Oh, Teddy. I want your cock, baby. I want you to fuck me. Now," she stated unequivocally.

She straddled her legs over me, her hair hanging in a seductive veil. She reached down to grab my rejuvenated erection and guided it toward her awakening flesh. I felt her rub the head back and forth along her juicy slit and her engorged clit before inserting the tip in her groove and letting gravity lower her down, ever so slowly, unto my now fully engorged erection. We both held our breath as we felt her sink, inch by inch, impaling herself.

"Oh, God, Teddy. That feels so good," she claimed as she leaned forward to support herself on her arms and began a slow ride up and down my length. Her eyes were closed in a combination of concentration and ecstasy, but I kept my eyes open to enjoy the amazing view. Cassie began to use her lithe body to explore every cowgirl position available. She leaned back on one arm and used the fingers of her other hand to rub her clit with her cunt full of cock. I could feel her shuddering with intensity. I loved the view of her tight hole wrapped securely around the hard flesh pole ensconced in her pink slippery crevice.

Then she pulled her legs up to a squatting position, grabbed the headboard of the bed and used it to hold her weight as she impaled herself on my rigidity in a pounding fuck, her body slamming down onto my hips after each rise up to the tip. Her breasts were bouncing seductively and her hair was flying in loose strands as she fucked my cock with an intensity bordering on violence.

She was out of breath and slowed down to rest for a minute. She pushed her legs forward so her feet were tucked in under my armpits and slid her ass down onto the bed right between my legs, my cock bent forward so as to stay engaged, but on the verge of being uncomfortable. This position afforded a most delectable view of our linked loins. Leaning back on her elbows she lifted her ass up off the bed just a little and slid her lower torso back and forth, engaging my bent over dick in a most leisurely fuck. We both looked down to watch her pussy lips, swollen and fully lubricated, as they slid up and down the veined throbbing mass of my glistening shaft.

I grabbed my camera and zeroed in on our union; my telephoto lens bringing our organs into sharp focus, up close and personal. The magnified view of sliding parts was magnificent and I clicked a few shots for posterity.

As much as I was enjoying a relatively passive role in this position, I felt like it was time to reverse roles. It was time to get on top. Laying my camera down once again, I pulled Cassie up to me, as she curled her legs underneath and sat up straight. I was ready to turn, but she wasn't yet. Now, sitting up straight in a classic cowgirl position, she began to slide her hips back and forth in a wildly erotic motion. This position and rocking motion appeared to be working against her clit nicely, as I could feel her pubic bone grinding down and pressing against my own. We were both moaning and moving; we were fucking.

I probably could have climaxed again in one of the positions we had tried, but I wanted to take my time getting there and I could see and sense that Cassie did too. With a seamless motion and twisting turn, I flipped Cassie onto her back, swinging my body with hers so I never disengaged from the tight hold her pussy had on my fully-submerged dick.

Once she was on her back I rose up over her, pushing up on my arms and bracing my spread legs against hers to maximize my leverage. With long steady deep strokes I began to deliver the full package, grinding every inch I had deep into the grip of her tight slippery vagina.

What human motion can compare to the thrusting hips of a fuck? Nothing, that I know of. And we both relished the moment in silence as I fucked Cassie and drove my long hard cock deep into her soul. She responded with a low growl and I could feel her hands grasping for my ass so as to pull me in deeper, if that was even possible. We were in no hurry and we fucked that way, with a long steady rhythm that belied the intense need we both felt. We relished the moment, the feel of flesh in flesh, hard in soft, one thick fit in a tight hole.

We kissed; no longer a gentle kiss of apprehension, but a soulful kiss of unbearable longing. Our bodies move in a synchronized flow of sensual rhythm. It felt natural, it felt real, and felt so fucking good. Our tempo increased slowly, matching our beating hearts. Cassie adjusted her hips and wrapped her long slender legs around my waist as I kept trying to go deeper than physically possible. She met each inward thrust with an upward movement of her hips, rising to join me, wanting me fully and deeply.

I pushed all the way in, filling her well, and stopped to lean down and kiss her soft pliant lips. Our tongues swirled in a display of complete and utter arousal and our breathing gave away the deep-seated lust that was welling up and taking control. We moaned into each other's open mouth, our inner emotions echoing down each other's throat. Tongue in mouth, cock in cunt, we moved in a graceful feline rhythm that felt whole and natural. It just felt, despite the gap in our ages and background, like we were meant to fuck.

The next ten minutes were a blur. I could try to recall them, but it was like watching a movie in fast-forward. We moved and moaned and twisted and turned and flipped and fondled, a veritable fuck machine. One or the other of us might be on top, or underneath, or on our sides, but our loins continued to lunge and thrust in a carnal creation all our own.

At some point I found myself behind Cassie and guided my cock back into her dripping wet hole. I pushed in and began to pump into her one more time.

"Fuck me, Teddy. Fuck me.

"I thought I already was, Cass," I replied.

"No," she replied, lifting her hips up to gain me even more depth, "I mean really fuck me, Ted! Hard! Hard as you can!"

Perhaps I'd had an unconscious governor on my fucking to that point, but it didn't take much goading to get me to let loose. Perhaps I'd held back just a little, though it hadn't seemed like it to me. But if Cassie wanted it hard, than that was what she was going to get. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood behind her, her sweet tight ass in the air, her head sideways on the bedspread, her arms stretched forward and gripping the sheets. I grabbed her hips tightly, reared back until the tip of my cock was barely engaged with lips, and rammed it home as hard as I could.

Cassie grunted, more out of surprise than pleasure. But she'd made her desires known, and I was hard as a rock and full of vigor and I was going to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. As I pulled hard on her hips, I jammed my cock home, slamming my hips against her ass. And with gradually more forceful thrusts, I began to pound my dick deep into her gaping wet hole. The slap of my hips against her tightly jiggling ass echoed across the room, mixed in with the guttural verbal exchange of lust and longing.

"Oh, God, Teddy. Oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck! Harder!"

My thrusting was now bordering on the violent, and Cassie just groaned for more. Sweat was pouring off my brow and landing in splattered drips on the small of her back. Standing in the position I was allowed me to use the full force of my hips – and I did. I fucked Cassie as hard as humanly possible – because she needed and wanted it and so did I. She was whimpering by this point and almost looked on the verge of crying from the depth of her desire.

At some point we transcended into an animalistic coupling that rang out with an intensity I'm not sure I'd ever experienced before. I leaned back to increase the upward angle and flow of forward thrusting. Cassie was pushing back to meet each banging inward motion and our bodies crashed together again and again.

I pushed her forward and down further onto the bed, climbing onto the mattress myself to try to get closer, to get deeper. And, finally, with a deep humping thrusting fuck, my hips grinding against the soft cheeks of her ass, I felt another looming orgasm begin to well up deep down and low.

"Oh, God, Cassie. Fuck. I'm gonna come in you, baby. I'm gonna come," I screamed, "in you!"

"Oh, fuck! I want your cum inside me, Teddy. Fuck me," she cried.

And I did. And this wasn't your run-of-the-mill orgasm. This was an explosion of epic proportions; a pumping spurting flow in a rhythm unto itself. I emptied my seed so deep inside Cassie, so far inside her body, and I know she felt the shooting ropes of my semen crashing against the very depth of her inner walls. I heard a wail and didn't even recognize it as my own for a moment or two.

I pulled out, almost at the point of exhaustion, but couldn't help but look down at the shiny gaping flower of Cassie's exquisite cunt. Her labia bulged and I could see creamy white drops of cum mingling with her own voluminous juices. I'm not sure what propelled me, but I leaned down low and pursed my lips against hers, sucking in the remnants of my own cum and the final flow of her copious lubrication. I heard her moan and press her bottom against my face. God, I loved this woman – and couldn't get enough of her – any of her – all of her. We collapsed in a heap of tangled flesh and bones and sweat, utterly spent and completely happy.

At some point in the evening we ordered room service – I paid, of course – donning the hotel robes in order to greet the bus boy with some modicum of decency. But once he was paid, tipped and gone, we resorted to our naked selves and ate a nude meal full of laughter and bawdy humor. I think what turned me on so much about Cassie was her ability to laugh and make me laugh. She didn't take herself too seriously and she certainly didn't take me seriously, or did her best to try not to.

I lost track of the sex that night. We cycled in and out of a state of arousal all night long and I lost count of the number of times Cassie orgasmed. I was proud to keep up with her and she commented several times on my staying power. Certainly her sexual charms and incredible beauty aided me greatly in keeping pace with her considerable sexual appetite.

And as much as I enjoyed the sex, I also greatly appreciated our down times, because that was when we laughed and joked and kept the camera in good working order. Having Cassie naked for such a long extended period of time was a true blessing. Her body was so lovely, from every angle, that I never got tired of looking at and admiring her beauty: the soft slope of her breasts, the exquisite curve of her ass, her smooth slender legs and perfectly proportioned hips and torso. And how could I ever tire of her pretty face and glorious mane of wild thick hair? I was quite sure I was the luckiest dude in New York City. My photographs would save those images for posterity, but nothing beat being in the moment with her and making every minute count.