CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Devin
I tried not to smile when I felt a rumble go through Cassandra’s body as my thumb rubbed little circles around her anus. She was having the first of hopefully many orgasms and trying to keep it quiet. How cute… I wanted to tell her to scream and shout and beg for more, but that would have been such a severe breech of the principles of Yoni that I would have probably been disbarred, I mean, if there had been a bar association for Yoni Masters. I certainly couldn’t imagine the Maharishi yelling at a woman to, “Cum like a freight train, baby girl!!”
It was all I could do to keep myself from sliding my thumb inside her ass and my fingers into her pussy. Back in the old days the masseuses who moonlighted as gigolos such as myself called it, “the five-finger fuck”.
In my mind, that’s what I did.
I invaded her with my long fingers.
My cock read my mind and got fully hard.
I glanced down.
My cock was pushing against the thin material of the linen slacks. My long shirt hid it well enough, but I could feel the blood coursing through my body, rushing to my cock and balls like a river to the sea, ready to participate in whatever party the night might bring.
I stepped back and turned quickly toward the tray of oils so she could not see the erection popping like a tent pole out of the front of my pants. I spoke softly to her over my shoulder.
“Slide over onto your back. Keep your eyes closed. Continue focusing on your breathing.”
Cassandra moaned like a woman coming out of a deep sleep as she rolled over onto her back. I turned back when I was sure her eyes were shut. I stood warming the oil between my hands as my eyes soaked her in. Her head was back, resting on the small pillow. Her legs were outstretched, thighs parted, toes at an angle, hands at her sides. She looked perfectly relaxed as she basked in the glow of the orgasm that had just come her way. Her melon breasts were like wonderful mounds topped off by dark areolas and violet nipples that looked like hard raspberry candies.
Hard, yet soft.
Plump, yet pliable.
My mouth began to water.
I felt tiny drops oozing from the tip of my cock, soaking into the white linen. I stepped to the foot of the table. There was a neatly-trimmed patch of auburn fur between her legs. The curls were wet from her juices. I wanted to tug them between my teeth and suck them dry.
“Breathe…” I said, again starting at her feet. My eyes washed over her like a wave over the sand. I rubbed her feet and ankles as I rubbed my hard cock against the edge of the table. Jeez… much more of this and I was going to blow my load all over the front of my white pants.
I slowly worked my way up her legs and hips. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath. I massaged around her hips to avoid her mound, then slid my hands around the sides of her breast to reach the front of her shoulders and arms. Her luscious breasts were just inches from my hands and my lips. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples thick and long and so very fucking suckable. I massaged her arms to the tips of her fingers, then started back toward her neck.
She was breathing hard. So was I. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were open. I could see the round tip of her pink tongue. I wanted to press my lips to hers. I wanted to suck her tongue, feel it in my mouth.
Then my hands were on her breasts. The breath caught in her throat. My cock screamed for relief. I gently massaged circles around her globes, resisting the urge to pinch the nipples between my thumbs and fingers.
Do it… the little voice said with an evil tone… Do it…
My fingers slid over her nipples and Cassandra let go a low moan.
“Let it out…” I whispered. “Don’t resist the urges…”
I gently massaged her long nipples in the crooks of my thumbs and kneaded the fleshy globes with my fingers. I closed my eyes. The underside of my cock was sliding against the side of the table. I was going to cum if I didn’t pull back now.
Cassandra sighed when my hands slid from her breasts to her stomach. I massaged the muscles, pressing down, releasing the toxins… the juices… the hot juices…
I thought I heard her softly call my name. I paused for just a second and glanced at her face. Her eyes were still closed, but she was arching her back, breathing heavily, pursing her beautiful lips as the air gushed through.
I stared at the curly vee above her pussy and took a deep breath. It had been years since I’d used massage as foreplay to impress the girls at UCLA. Massage was not foreplay. Yoni was not a sex act. Snap the fuck out of it, man. Snap the fuck out.
My hands slid from her stomach to her bush. I massaged her mound. Her clit hoot was wet. It glistened. The oil on my fingers mixed with her juices. My fingers slowly slid down the length of her clit hood and I began to slowly roll her clit from side to side. She spread her legs and moaned. She arched her back against and pressed her cunt to my hand. I could see her pussy lips, her hole, so beautiful, glistening with juices, open, ready, so very fuckable…
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I said it out loud without meaning to, as if the words had been waiting in my mouth for years for the opportunity to pass over my lips.
I felt her hand cupping my cock, gripping it through the linen.
I didn’t pull away.
I looked up to see her smiling at me.
“I remember you now,” she said with a dreamy smile. Her hand tightened around my cock, pulling me toward her. She sat up and moved her face close to mine.
“You do?” I asked, my breathing coming in short bursts, matching hers. Our lips were an inch apart. I could smell the warm oil and hot juices wafting off her body.
“We met in college… in a bar…” she said, her hand milking my cock through the pants. My fingers slid down between her wet pussy lips and found her hole. I slid one finger inside her as far as it would go. She shuddered and put her free hand around my neck.
“We did?” I asked.
“Mmm hmmm… You’re him…” she said, her tongue wetting her lips as her pussy closed around my hand. I curled my fingers to find her G-spot. When I pressed circles into it, her body shuddered and she started cumming in waves, gushing hot juices all over my hand as I continued pressing her G-spot like the trigger of the worlds sexiest squirt gun.
“You’re… the boy with… the big cock… and the massage fetish... you said… I was so… fucking beautiful…”
“And you are…” I said, my hand still working. I felt a hot stream of urine flowing over my hand. Her grip on my neck tightened. I whispered in her ear. “Let it go… Cassandra… Let it all go…”
“Oh god… am I… peeing… cumming… oh hell… shit… oh shit…” She held on tight to my neck as her body shuddered like an earthquake, her ass coming off the table, her knees spread as clear juices shot from deep within her. After a moment, she let go a long breath and fell limp in my arms. I let my hand slide from her cunt, but she did not release my cock.
“Are you okay?” I asked, studying her face, which was covered with sweat. I remembered her now. The hot girl in the bar… we went to her room and fucked like little rabbits… I was going to call, but I never saw her again because I met Genevieve the following week.
Cassandra Casey.
I’ll be damned.
She was the woman who was always at the edges of my mind.
Even after all this time.
She finally opened her eyes and gazed into mine. She put her fingertips on my cheek and pulled me close for our first kiss in many years.
Then, whispering in my ear, she said, “Can I fuck you now?”