Chapter 21: Chapter 21
Quote to Remember:
"I want you to experience nervousness. Nervousness, because I will not stop you."
Cassandra's
Cassandra's face a little out of the fine line with her eyes upward sinking into the unbreakable concentration savouring his lips and to the thought that her inhibitions had long gone; she has escaped sanity. She's kissing Jethro wholeheartedly. Torridly, intensely.
The pace of their lips is like magnets. Pushing and pulling each other's breaths. Then drawing into a unified breathing just as when their lips intentionally parted for a few seconds. His lips shout demolition with his tongue trying to destroy her wall of contemplation and hesitation. Cassandra couldn't control the force coming. Jethro's kisses were different every time. There were once that it was peaceful. Once being laid back. Uncontributive, but for some reason this kiss was a complete surprise.
Torridness isn't enough to describe this genre. It gave her a variety of emotions. It's forcing her to laid back and forgets about the word dominance she had been imposing since. It revived her sleeping femininity. Bowling her heat to the maximum degree she could ever think of.
She almost shouted. A jocular moan sizzle her. It has broken down her wall and just like the armies of Spartan her tongue quickly invaded the entire space of his mouth. Taking everyone inside a captive, heer gums almost curse with the new intruder. And her tongue who's captivity catapulted her to fight back. Their tongue fenced like a samurai legends.
"Oh God ... oh God . . ." Almost inaudible to hear. Her eyes upward, chest inward sticking in her body and Jethro's hands grabbing her hair like she was about to take on and rape her for good.
He's strong. Jesus he's very strong. And God knows how much force she exerted to fight his smouldering temptation. But it struck her to the bone — No! That wasn't right. Not just her bone but her soul accompanied the fighting. Yet her body can't withstand the spiritual thrust on her groin and to Jethro's soulful rendition of sex.
Their lips darted the distance. Capturing the wind that's been a distance to them; the first meeting were ecstatic. She could hear burst of flavours on her lips — like fireworks on a New Year's Eve.
Something more was onto it. Her lips rooted as if it was planted on his lip's skin.
Something was more to that kiss. It gave her numerous, countless. No! bunch of emotions, exploding all together. Indescribable feeling jolted her, as their tongues practiced martial arts.
The young man climbed into bed. Crawling into the white plain bed sheets, imprisoning her lips so as not to part with the adhesion as she continued to retreat unintentionally; She grip the sheet — more like she almost stash the bed sheet with her bare hands. The dominance of his lips toying her was unquantifiable.
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Her act of retreat was of no use. She was glued desperately on the bed head ramp. She moaned, her moan was a stutter one. Struggling and just enough to say "ahh" before a heavy and wind spit out of her mouth.
Soon enough Cassandra's moan became a sinister with hands traveling fast to her thin line of strap strangling on her shoulders. To the very fair breast she had, squeezed by Jethro's molesting fingers. And to the truth that Jethro's heat radiates all over her. It was heaven.
The strange heat spread even more when the man undressed in front of her. Their lips parted for a bit then go back dancing in the flames. Her left hand guiding its way to the man's chest. The first touch almost electrocutes her skin, just like touching a lava from a stubborn erupting volcano.
Jethro's hot chest clung to her chest. Her hardened breast squeezed by the man almost exploded. Nipples were pinkish and the man's chest was groomed baby hairs, sending her a giggling sensation when it brushes off her breast.
Jethro's lips were done with hers. With its saliva dripping out of her mouth. Her saliva was leaking from her neck and chest. Jethro distanced himself. All Cassandra thought that the man was disgusted. Yet as expected it was the exact opposite.
The half-naked man smiled. "Are you salivating?" his question is almost teasing her.
"Is it bad to do so? You made me look like this." And then Jethro licked from her lips to her neck to her chest helping her saliva.
She moaned. "Ahh Jethro ... ahh, fuck you! '" She cursed. Its criminal fingers crawled even faster. The laces at her back were untangled effortlessly. Jethro lowered her dress to her knees. Kissing her in succession, from her toes, then to her thighs. Her pussy, wetting her pinkish undies for an excitement. Then her tongue snatched out like a dog smooching her tummy up to the canal of her breasts.
Immediately, Jethro pressed their distance more. Their bodies conjoined together. Raising both body temperatures to the maximum degree. She could feel heat rash convulsion. And so much for that her eyes were crept with epilepsy. Rolling upwards while grabbing Jethro's hair as it feasted her vulnerable mountains.
"Jethro fuck you! Ahh! Ahh!" More protesting moans, the more Jethro pressed his body against her.
"I'll fuck you for real Cassandra. I'll fuck you the rest of the day. I want you to experience nervousness. because I will never stop. I'll make you plead in exhaustion."
His threat worried her. The young man was swallowed up in lust. And she's worried that her private may explode in numbness.
Jethro's breath is feverish, she could feel it. Enabling. Almost a stutter but frugal and like a sedative who intoxicates her.
The moans became louder and louder. The walls virginity is nowhere to be found. The atmosphere is volcanic. The gush of their breathing was like a hurricane hurling through the thick panes of the window, barely escaping through the balcony and wandering outside.
A moment of peacefulness for Cassandra she sat still, gazing at Jethro's broad reflexes on its shoulders. She salivated even more as she looked down. Her eyes widened at the sweaty sweat on her body. His male harshness was blinding her. She did her lip bite watching how Jethro would react to it. Her nipples are inviting him.
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The same with Jethro's baby hairs placed randomly from its chest down to the buckle of his belt where his white brief mounted a little above his waist and hipline.
"Ready for some serious work darling?" Cassandra swallowed hard. It has no arrears. It's a test of sincerity on his part and even though she looks bad as a woman that she is in Jethro's room she can't see herself. She's anticipating for more.
She swallowed again. She did it three times as Jethro smiled at her while unbuckling, unbuttoning the single button of his slacks, and gripping down the zipper slowly. Excitement drawn on her face as the man slowly revealed his junk. She was very close to the bed ramp. He could see how Jethro had thrown his slacks into the air.
She will be reduced to the size of the young man's weapon. His junk was like 7 inches or more. It's huge. No! Huge isn't enough to describe it. Any woman who sees it will surely be hysterical. The bulge shaping on his last piece of cloth is a testimony to it. That tightened up wearing white Calvin Klein's. His manhood is erect, standing and ready to jump out in molest. She wanted to retreat but her body isn't doing so. Her need is much stronger than her want.
"Can I really m-manage that size?" For the first time in her life she said that. For God's sake, she is still a virgin. And even though she was hanging the man with the last few encounters she was nervous here. She already touched his manhood before but couldn't imagine there's more to that size than the last time she held it barely. All she thought was that the average size of the men's weapon was only 4 to 6 inches. The internet confirmed it. But this once truly exceptional.
Exceptional? Is she using the word correctly. Geez, when did she learn. Is this the effect of her willpower to seduce him? The effect of his kisses? And his junk ... when did he grow up. Is he using a Titan Gel? She wanted to laugh at herself at the thought. Because of the man, she is learning those things.
"Sweetheart are you hesitating?" Cassandra swallowed hard. The man stood straight and its hard face focused on her. She wanted to cover her eyes, yet her eyes tucked looking at him.
"I think you can do it sweetheart. You wanted to test my sincerity do you? So I will let you know what that really means then."
"C-can I expect that?" There's a hint of hesitation on her voice. Who else as a woman would not be nervous if such a big and tough person can compete? It was as if he was hitting a pipe on herhead.
"Of course sweetheart, trust me. My sex will be the other way to heaven." he tightened his grip on the bed ramp.
"Don't make me wait Cassandra. I used to tease you and dominate me when we had our encounters. But I am at the end of my rope this time. Now, it's my time to do my part. And this time I’ll make it memorable. "
The word slipped out of her mouth. "O-okay." For a second it seemed unwilling to come out.
"Now that I have your permission sweetheart. Is it lights on or off?
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"Ahh .. O-on?"
"As you wish my princess" It wiped the weapon as if sharpened to be ready for war. Cassandra's inner pieces cringe. Mixed insects are hysterical inside her abdomen. Her thigh was numb.
Jethro climbed into bed. The foam shaking seemed to add to the crunch she was feeling. Jethro's almost smirking smile while crawling on the sheets nearing her fears her. It was as if she could no longer hear her heartbeat. It was as if, life had escaped her. Cassandra closed her eyes and did not say a prayer.
"Shit someone help me." She mumbled. This is fatal, deadly, and crazy.
Then to the final meter, his junk touches her thighs. It's hot, punishing and catastrophic.
"Don't close your eyes sweetheart. I want you to look at me." Jethro cupped her chin and waited for her to open her eyes. The dim light from the lampshade blinded her. The two o'clock light from the sun darkened when the heavy rain suddenly fell. The sound of the rain harmonizes the sound they will mostly make when Jethro will start to plough her.
She stared into Jethro's talking eyes. Her hands and eyes are gentle, calming her that she should not worry.
Before the man could begin what to do, she was surprised by what he said.
"I love you Cassandra." His voice almost whispering her, the joy flashed in Cassandra's heart. She's grown to like the man as well. It was only a short time before she fell. She's happy with his confession. Maybe she didn't even need to know her original plan even though she had erased it from her brain. She intended to confess the real reason why she was sticking to it then- that it was just because of the land. But now her plan is different, and that is to snatch it from his fiancé. Although saving the land is still part of it but that is no longer her main concern. If she delays the marriage because of what she is doing now it is better. In such a situation, she will still find a way to save Jethro from Jillian. And when she does that the marriage will cease and the land will no longer be sold. But she had a big obstacle. How would she do that if Don Fructose faced it. Just by thinking as she faces Don she is scared.
What other way could she do. She knew there was. She just needs to scavenge it deeply.
She was surprised when Jethro blew her away. She thought she could escape here.
But here he is waiting for her to say.
"Y-yes." She uttered a prayer in her brain again. God, she wanted to torment herself so that the lord would forgive her. For she was trying to describe this sinful desire she felt right now as heaven.
Jethro violently took off his clothes completely. It was thrown into the air and for no reason opened her thigh. Arching her voluptuous body down to her waist line and specifying her cave much more. From her red panty, the man's eyes undress her, his eyes ablaze leaving her with nothing to spare.
He was stunned and Cas moaned loudly as the wind blew her virgin slit. The heat strokes her and soothes deeply to her core. Her sleeping lust woke up. Her half-awake sensation then fully dances as Jethro makes his look bigger. It kissed her femininity. Her eyes roll like she was being exorcized with an evil spirit. It was as if she had been robbed of her breath. She moaned louder than the rain drops while her fingers planted on his back.
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"Ahh Cassandra I could kiss this forever." Jethro's voice where huskier.
Then his kisses ventured up. It read her navel. She licked her gut in the middle of her chest before it bit her nipple. It swallowed it, drenched in saliva and like a lollipop coming in and out of its mouth. Then his body pressed gently against her. She felt a burning heat. It was as if she was scorched by the hands that were holding her face.
Jethro's kiss rose when he was fed up with her bulge. Her neck was the next vulnerable target. The young man puts his tongue around her neck. Now he is clinging to the man. He darted her body more. He glued it together to swallow the remaining gap between them. Her hands strangled at Jethro's neck and she drowned herself with its kisses on her neck.
From the bed ramp where she was glued the man mounted her on its thighs. Both of her thighs were parted. She focused and felt at the opening of her ass the hard weapon trying to get out of its brief. Jethro kissed her tenderly. The man's inhibitions were gone, just like her. His hands bare backing her unaware of the things they had been muttering.
They are like twins whose bodies are close to each other. His erect manhood bulges through her cave. While her cave numbed waiting for his entrance. The last thread of her self-awareness was gone. She had drowned and she thought she would never get up again. It may be a miracle that she is now tilted planet will return to reality.
"Jeth ... p-please ... please ... uhhh."
"That's right sweetheart. Call my name. Beg for me. Moan for me." Jethro then kissed her badly. It seemed to destroy her lip. It was forcive, aggresive and sadistic. She seemed to be out of breath. It was as if his tongue had a wound. It hurts a little. Their kisses vacated from the French to a much more unnamed type.
Jethro separated her a little. He was feasting hereyes with her nakedness. It sticks to her hair which becomes a hindrance to her face. It removes the strap and throws it somewhere. Their heavy breaths filled the bed space. Just a few moments before they would start firing kisses and riveting touches.
Jethro put her especially on his thigh. His junk was pointing at her cave and if it weren't for the underwear they were wearing she would have been free to let his weapon enter her cave.
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"I want you to move your hips darling. Sway it for me." As if on cue Cassandra absolutely obeyed. She wagged her butt. She moved her hip. His weapon sank into her ass. With only a small amount of fabric covering her ass Jethro quickly broke away. He raised himself. He looked down and watched as the young man pulled out his weapon from his briefs.
He was almost insulted. Holy cow! What just she did see? A large snake was furiously focused on her ass. And when she returns to the ascent from where she is now, he will surely throw his healthy weapon directly into the opening of her ass.
Healthy? Did she just say that? My goodness! Where he got that word in this situation. She regained consciousness when Jethro grabbed her. It bit the design ribbon on the front of her panty. She knelt down and focused his mouth on the young man's mouth so she could easily swallow it.
Using his tongue he hr wearing panties. Enough to let Jethro's saliva soothes inside her and make her moan in ecstasy and enthusiasm.
"Ahh Jeth. Please stop tormenting me already." she said in a squirming voice.
"You can't stop me from owning you sweetheart. I told you before that my restraint is over. You dominating me is over. Now it's my turn to do the undefiable."
"B-but—" she was stunned. The word stuck in her throat as he quickly thrust his hands inside her ass. He's fingering her butt.
"Protest more sweetheart and I will increase the degree of what I will do to you." He stabbed his finger again causing her to faint.
"Ready yourself because I am coming like a storm, raining in your parade. This womanizer will get serious for fuck, and I'll let you define sincerity again after this."
Before she could exude another protest it touched both of her hips. From her kneeling position she was forced to sit on the man's thigh.
His manhood slowly filling inside her butt hole until it is completely buried.
She moaned exasperatedly. Her eyes gone and the feeling that his junk was inside her. It's painful. It's dreary. Her ass seemed to tear. The pain exudes deeply.
Jethro breathed a sigh of relief. It buried its face in her chest and there the young man moaned. When his hips began to move weakly up and down — in and out of his weapon, a strange emotion replaced the pain she had been feeling.
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It was her first time to have sex in the ass. But that was delicious.
"Just wait ... I'll just taste it for you sweetheart. There's plenty more."
Shit! Did she hear it right? There is more to come. Gosh, is that tougher than this? Can she afford it? Those were the playful questions in her brain.
"Ahhh ... ahh." She almost screams rather than moaning.
Jethro pulled out his weapon so fast and buried it back like a drill. She was surprised and she was sure that the next time he did, she would be even more surprised.