Cassidy Unleashed

Carefully swinging a leg over top of Tom, Cassidy spun her ass on the couch, rising to stand on unsteady legs. For a moment, Tom nervously thought she might actually plop back down on the chesterfield and land directly on top of him.

Catching her balance, she turned to the side, supporting using the arm of the couch, she chuckled, “That would not have been good,” she joked.

“Death by asteroid,” he jested back.

Bringing her free hand down, she gathered him up and stood upright. Although she had just come, she was still incredibly aroused, as evidenced by the clear trail of fluid slowly tracing its way down the inside of her thighs.

Lifting him almost directly in front of her face, she opened her hand, allowing him to stand in her palm. How could something so small, feel so amazing good?

He smiled at her, his dazzling one, “What is it you want to do next?” he queried, lowering his eyes, smile becoming mischievous.

What did she want to do next? She definitely wanted him inside her again, touching all of the secret little places she never knew existed inside of her, but not yet. First, she wanted him to explore her body.

Walking to the edge of her hand nearest her, he touched his finger and blew her a kiss. Bringing him closer, she puckered her lips.

Taking her lips in his hands, he bent forward and peppered them with a half dozen little kisses, feathery soft, like being touch by a butterfly’s wing, just at the edge of her ability to detect. It borderline tickled, before he was pressing himself head first into the crease between her upper and lower lip.

Was he trying to get inside her mouth?

Parting her lips slightly, she flattened her tongue as he passed through the opening and into her mouth, crawling across the textured surface, she could taste herself on him, the film of her come coating his tiny body as he writhed over her tongue.

She could tell he was hard, grinding himself against the powerful muscle of her tongue.

Exiting the living room, she scampered down the hall to her bedroom and hopped up onto the blanket covering her bed, clicking on the lamp beside her before laying back on her back.

Repositioning him so that now his feet were toward the opening of her throat, she opened her mouth and pushed him upward with her tongue.

Climbing up over her pearly white bottom teeth, he paused to kiss her thick lower lip, before stepping out onto her chin.

Turning, he lowered himself onto her throat and across the gentle hollow in her neck, before moving onto her right collarbone. His pace was unhurried, perhaps even luxurious as he traveled over the swell leading to the peak of her right breast, nipple already tight and hard as he laid hands upon it.

Closing her eyes, she tried to control the inferno raging inside of her, her hips already beginning to rock and gyrate in response to her burgeoning desire.

Sitting cross legged atop her breast, he ensnared the nipple between his legs, squeezing and kneading the excited flesh, firm then soft, fast then agonizingly slow.

Snaking her left hand down her body between her legs, she touched herself, fingers sliding easily over the engorged and dampened flesh.

Letting out a soft moan, she could swear she heard him chuckle. He was teasing her and she thrilled at the game, but her ardor was growing, her need rising like the storm surge of a hurricane about to make landfall. She wanted more, needed more.

Tucking her chin in, she looked over her body to her breast, Tom with his back to her. Biting her bottom lip, she moved her right hand over top of him, pinning him against her tit before closing her fingers around him. He gave out a squawk as she brought him between her thighs, feeding him into the source of her lust, fingers driving him deep up inside her enflamed pussy until she could no longer feel him while continuing to stimulate herself with her other hand. At first, there was no sensation, she paused in her ministrations a moment, when all of a sudden there he was, taunting her G-spot, much the same as he did her aroused nipple.

Higher and higher she climbed, losing herself to the wanton urgency in her body.

Thrashing about on the bed, pulling covers and twisting as he increased his pace, then backed away. She wanted to scream, she was so close to the blissful oblivion of release. It was maddening.

Rolling onto her side, she pulled open the drawer on her bedside table, so forcefully she almost yanked it free of the nightstand. Fumbling around inside she found, she let out a noise of triumph as her fingers closed around the cool phallic shaped glass object she affectionately called Mr. Reliable.

Rolling back supine, legs parted, knees pulled up, she rolled the smooth object between her hands, warming it.

Lowering it to her swollen and drooling pussy, tracing it through the smooth pink crease, bringing it up and circling her clit before slowly pushing it into the opening of her vagina, the smooth clear plaything gliding into her easily.

At first she tried to mindful of Tom, careful only to work the toy shallowly into her cunt just not sure how far into her he was. The sensations were too much, overwhelming her, appetite and longing replacing reason and logic. Higher and higher climbed, losing herself to the moment. Finally she came, crying out loud in ecstasy and rolling onto her side, drawing her knees up, her flesh convulsing with wave after wave of pure orgasmic bliss coursing through her body, her cervix dipping with each massive contraction.

Panting, she lay there a moment in the afterglow, curled up in a near fetal position, body slick with a sheen of sweat, Mr. Reliable fully embedded in her vagina, milky come leaking out her.

Back in the present, she suddenly realized couldn’t feel Tom.