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Chapter 5- Crazy Can Be Good
Cait snuggled into me, sighing happily. We'd just made love and were feeling satisfied and peaceful. It wasn't even ten in the morning yet, so the day was still young, and full of potential mischief. Heaven only knows, we'd proven we have a talent for it when we were together.
"Mmmmm, think we'd get away with fucking in that backyard of yours?" she mused, tracing a fingernail across my chest. I loved how she felt when she was pressed to me, so warm and plush, curvy and fitting like a piece of a puzzle.
"Probably not, since the landlady is running a daycare, and it's full of toddlers," I replied, my hand around her shoulder, holding her close.
"Not
now
, you jerk!" she giggled, swatting me. "I meant when it's dark!"
"To be fair, you didn't really specify," I pointed out. "And broad daylight didn't stop us in the park yesterday, did it?"
"Okay, no," she admitted. "But we checked for parents and kids first, you may recall."
"And that's probably why I'm not in jail as we speak," I concluded, leading her to giggle again. She reached down and stroked my cock, which was still swollen but soft. She smirked at me as she continued.
"Naughty," she teased. "Getting my hand all sticky. You're such a perv, Trekkie."
"Yet somehow, you find the wherewithal to continue," I chuckled. "What's a man to do in such circumstances?"
"Get hard again and let me put it inside, of course," she reasoned. "Like you've got anything better to do, right?"
"You've got me there," I agreed. "But work for your prize, young lady. Not everything's gonna be handed to you on a silver platter."
"What, a golden dick?" she giggled again, moving down my frame and taking my cock into her mouth. She hummed happily as she tasted our mingled essence on me. According to Cait, it was her favourite flavour combination anywhere on the planet, even more than bananas and chocolate. Talk about a compliment.
I put a gentle hand on the back of her head and stroked her strawberry-blonde hair while she bobbed up and down, making delightful noises as she brought me back to hardness. She'd moved onto all fours and was turning so that her lovely ass was facing me. Without a second thought, I began caressing her cheeks before sliding two fingers into her wet puss. She moaned around my cock, moving up and down now with renewed vigour. My fingers moved back and forth inside her, glistening with her arousal. I loved the sounds her pussy made when she was horny.
It didn't take long at all for her to get me hard, and she released my cock from her mouth and pulled herself off my fingers. She crawled down my torso until she was straddling my cock, her lovely ass facing me. She toyed the head against her slippery lips for a few seconds before sinking down onto me, sighing loudly and with relief. I shivered as her tight womanhood enveloped me.
"Mmmm, what you do to me..." she murmured as she leaned forward slightly, her hands resting on my thighs. She sat still for some time, just savouring the feeling of me filling her. I reached down and caressed her ass cheeks, while marvelling at the sight of her glistening inner pink wrapped around my shaft. My hands wandered slowly, and she hummed at my touch.
Soon enough, she began rocking slowly, and I watched my cock slide in and out of her depths. I loved the angle of penetration with reverse cowboy, the pressure it put on my tool was incredible. Cait knew this and worked it to her advantage often. I could feel her squeezing around me rhythmically as she fucked me. I knew she loved it too, because my erection was naturally pulling up toward me, and therefore was massaging the back wall of her pussy as it slid in and out.
"Feels so good," she breathed, squirming on me. "This dick should never be out of this cunt, ever..."
"Nobody on my end objects," I quipped, pushing up with my hips and causing her to gasp and shudder as I touched something deep inside her. I felt her pussy contract around me involuntarily.
"Gnnn, goddammit, Trekkie, that's cheating," she almost whined. "You're gonna make me cum if you do that shit."
"Well, that
is
the game plan," I replied, smiling evilly as I squeezed her ass. Without warning, I smacked one of her cheeks. Cait gasped and shuddered again, whimpering. I knew she loved being spanked, and having her ass smacked. Hell, the very first day I'd met her, she'd announced as much and presented her derriere to me. Apparently smacking her ass once was the price of friendship with her.
I'd cum in her recently, so I wasn't likely to have anything for her just yet, but Cait had proven multi-orgasmic, so it was my intention to make her cum repeatedly, until she was a quivering puddle of bliss in my lap. I couldn't really think of a better way to spend my time. I squeezed and smacked her ass and pushed my hips up and down, fucking her until she was flushed pink, panting and mewling in pleasure.
Then she seized up, arching her back and clenching her teeth, keening. Her pussy clenched around me fiendishly while she shook, fighting to hold on for precious half-seconds. But then her dam burst and she wailed loudly, cumming hard. The peristaltic motions of her tight tunnel around me sent me into an unplanned orgasm, and while I didn't have much yet to give her, what cum I still had was now inside her. I gripped her ass cheeks so hard that I was leaving red welts on them.
Cait was almost bouncing now, riding my cock hard as she crashed through several more orgasms, one after the other. After the last one, during which she had to bite her hand to keep from shrieking loudly, she pulled herself off my throbbing manhood and spun around to face me. She sank back down onto me, and then crushed her lips to my mouth, kissing me feverishly while she bucked on my cock.
Finally, she calmed down and just lay on top of me. All I could feel was her heart beating, and her breathing softly. She was hugging me close, her face pressed into my neck. I could feel wetness that wasn't sweat and wondered why she was crying.
"'m'not crying," she murmured finally, as if reading my thoughts. "I just get a little leaky when I have that many good orgasms in a row."
As if to prove her point, she brought her face up, and I could indeed see tears on her cheeks. But she was glowing and clearly in bliss, so she was telling the truth about the orgasm tears. Some girls were just like that, and it was something to be cherished. My hands moved up from her butt to her back, and I hugged her to me, firmly but also gently, almost cradling her. She kissed me again, deeply and lovingly, her fingers running through my hair.
Eventually she pulled back from the kiss and looked at me, smiling. "Have I mentioned recently that your ex-wife is the stupidest bitch to ever live?"
I smiled and nodded. Cait had gotten to know me not long before my wife left me, and within hours of meeting, I was one of her favourite people on the planet. She was
not
