I Met Cassie At The Sex Camp - Sex Stories

I Met Cassie At The Sex Camp

... against each other as fast as we could. I bit on her shoulder, and her fingers pressed into my back, and her other hand gripped my arm so tight it hurt. And then her pussy was gripping my dick as tightly as her hand was gripping my arm, and I was thrusting one last time, and then I was coming and cumming into the condom, and there was one fleeting moment of pure pleasure crashing over me, and then I was lying on top of her, breathless and languid. I felt like I’d run a marathon. I was contented and drawn-out. I had no ambition left in the world. I had been swept clean and purified by the wave of pleasure. In a minute, I would wipe my slobber off of Cassie’s shoulder, and I would take my penis out of her, and I would take off the condom, and we would grab the blanket and cuddle and talk of nothing. But for now, we held each other. Two children who’d been caught up in a storm for the first time in our lives, who had survived it but been left dazed, we clung to each other because we were all we had to cling to. When I did this alone, there was that moment of perfect relaxation. I’d never considered what it would be like to share it with someone. Later still, after we had cleaned up, and cuddled our fill, I felt hot breath as Cassie whispered in my ear. “Again?”