Fuensalida

Chapter 22

Cassie was debating what she wanted to do most. Kill her daughter, fuck her husband. She could not believe the two were warring so equally in her mind. Picking a fight with her daughter, however, might actually just cause more trouble than she needed. She could possibly fuck her husband without trouble.

She stepped through the door of the house, a paper grocery bag held expertly in one hand. She found it liberating to run to the grocery store, to go out and about in the cold of near-Thanksgiving rushes, and return with no one questioning her whereabouts. How had she fit herself into a happy routine in just over a month?

To her surprise Chris was sitting on the couch, and looked like he had just sat there, a glass of lemonade in his hand. “I didn’t think you would be home yet,” Cassie admitted, walking straight through the living room and into the kitchen.

“I wasn’t expecting to beat you home,” he admitted, looking over at her.

She moved to the refrigerator and opened up the door to the metallic machine that went with the gray décor. She was beginning to appreciate the gray of the house, it fit the winter cold that was settling in. Chris stood, a little curious as Cassie shoved the entire bag into the refrigerator and closed the door.

“Okay, good,” she said and turned to him and gripped the front of his pants. Without hesitation she began opening his pants and freeing him from the constriction. “I absolutely need you right now.”

“Oh really?” he asked with a wide grin.

“Yes.” Her hands slide into his pants and pushed them downwards, letting them fall around his ankles.

“Then I imagine we’re going to deeply enjoy this,” he grinned.

Cassie grinned back then was gone, down on her knees in front of him. She moved her lips to his boxers and kissed along the growing bulge, moistening his boxers. He was grinning like a horny fool while her heady lips moved, licking and kissing, then catching the fabric between her teeth, just barely grazing his length. She wrapped her mouth around the bit of fabric and began dragging his boxers down and away from his cock. His boxers fell around his ankles as well and Cassie moved to his cock, wrapping her mouth around it and moving quickly down his length. He could not help the moan of surprise, and absolute pleasure.

“Yes, suck my big cock,” he moaned.

Cassie did not hesitate, moving down his thickened cock, her nose bumping into him, her mouth tight, and she sucked hard. Chris moaned in pleasure, gripping her hair tightly, needing to hold onto her as she moved. She slid up his length and rolled the head about before moving all of the way back down again, her mouth tight and wet.

“More of that,” he demanded, loving the feel of her taking the entire hard cock.

Cassie repeats the process, moving to the head and rolling it about, then moving so far down his cock he could feel the head throbbing in her throat. She continued to move like this over him, feeling his cock swell even further. He had to move back, to brace himself against the wall for support. She only followed him, her mouth never stopping the movement and licks.

“I could… let you… do this all night…” he moaned, gripping her hair tighter.

Cassie licked, sucked, and slowly moved her mouth off of his thick cock. “But I won’t let you… you need to fuck me.”

He looked down into her eyes and grinned. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Those were the magic words. Her hands moved up to his hips and had him tumbling to the floor. He went easily down onto his back, watching her crawl on top of him. “Maybe I need to fuck you instead,” she mentioned, sliding across his lap and letting him feel the lack of panties beneath her dress. He did not know what she had been doing that day, but he was glad it ended with her and no panties.

“You do seem to have a lot of energy to burn,” he grinned at her, reaching up to grip her hip.

“Yes, I do,” she said quickly. She rubbed herself against him, the head of his cock catching against her dripping wet slit. Did she grow this wet and needy from simply walking in and sucking his cock?

“Then, show me some skin and ride this big cock,” he demanded of her, gripping her hip tighter.

Cassie’s hands moved like magic, her dress moving up and over her head and falling to the floor, leaving her naked on top of him and rubbing his swollen cock. She did not hesitated any longer, she could not, she was driven wild at this point with need, from the ecstasy of having another man want her, from knowing she could still have Chris whenever she wanted him. She slid down his cock and buried him deeply inside of her, grinding down on him, letting the head of his cock grind into her cervix, pushing hard.

“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, reaching back and smacking her bare ass.

Cassie cried out, jerking over his cock, and without hesitation began moving up and down his length hotly. Cassie moved quickly, driving herself up and down his length hotly, his hands reaching back to grip her ass even as her ass smacked against his balls. He moaned in pleasure, loving the feel of her quick movements.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned, lifting against her, “ride my big cock.”

Her body tensed over him, bowing back. His grip one her ass kept her moving up and down his length. He was not going to let her stop now, or hold herself back. She moved until her body was bowed back further than he thought she could move and then she screamed out in pleasure, writhing over his cock as she dripped along it.

“Yes, drain that… big cock,” he moaned, still pumping her over him, helping her move even when she had grown so tense she could not move herself. His cock was swollen, aching for release. He pounded her over him, his head falling back as he erupted inside of her, pushing deeply into her body.

Cassie shuddered, finally regaining enough control over her body she could help pump every drop of his cum out of his thick cock and into her body. He moaned, enjoying the feeling of the eager one on top of him, moving without direction.

She slid off of him and he grinned like a moron, watching her roll over to her dress and start pulling it back over her body. He was perfectly content not to move. Cassie stood up slowly on wobbly legs. “I should probably actually put those groceries away now,” she insisted.

“No rush,” Chris said with his usual grin.

Cassie only chuckled and moved back in to the kitchen, pulling the paper bag back out of the refrigerator and setting it on the counter. She began removing items, starting with a bag that didn’t belong in a grocery store bag, though he was feeling too lazy to notice.

“I’ll just stay here for a few minutes,” he said, bringing his arms up and putting them behind his head.

“That’s perfectly fine,” she told him with a wiggle.

“That’s the only way to put away groceries,” he remarked, and was a bit surprised when he was picturing Celeste instead of the woman before him. He gnashed his teeth and closed his eyes. He was perfectly happy with screwing around with both women, he should not be picturing Celeste when a very eager woman was standing there in front of him with a dress on short enough he could see how much fun they had just had.

Cassie laughed, folding up the paper bag and storing it away in the closet where she kept old paper bags for reasons he didn’t fully understand. She turned back and gave him a wide grin, sauntering over to the counter.

“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” he remarked with a smile.

“Always,” she admitted. She gripped the smaller bag she had left on the counter, only it was not one bag, but two bags stapled together. He now recognized the Walgreens logo across the front.

Cassie tore the two bags apart and threw one at Chris. He caught it easily and looked up at it. “What is this?”

“I’m sure you can read,” Cassie said calmly.

“Fine,” he grumbled, “make me open the bag.” He pulled it open, ignoring the staple that went flying somewhere into the carpeting and hoped he would not find it with his bare foot later. He reached into the bag and pulled out the little package that looked similar to the little package that Cassie always had with her. Except this little package was not the same color, and was sporting a different name across the front: Celeste Carlton. His eyes widened.

“Yeah,” Cassie could not keep herself from chuckling. “That was my reaction.”

“So,” he said, sitting up and looking over it again, “you didn’t know about this?”

“No, not until I went to pick up mine and they gave me a price for double. Hers were attached to mine.”

“I see,” Chris frowned. He contemplated it for a while, her going to the doctor, her managing to walk away with a pill prescription. “How’d she manage that?”

Cassie shrugged, not looking particularly perturbed over the how of the problem. “She spends too much time with a thief and a liar,” and he did catch that the woman meant two different people. He was obviously the thief, how much had Cassie lied about? “Forged one of our signatures?” she continued.

“Good points,” he nodded, still staring down at the package.

Cassie’s face looked worried as she asked, “Do you think she has a boyfriend?”

Chris looked up at Cassie and with all of the honesty he could muster replied, “I really have no idea,” because he did not. Celeste was secretive about what happened when she was not around them, and though she was sleeping with him that did not mean she was not falling for someone else. He hated the pang of irritation that he felt in his gut.

“Maybe even she can’t take her mood swings any longer,” Cassie suggested hopefully. “But that is a refill, meaning she’s already been on it a month, or perhaps only a little less.” Chris scrutinized the package. “She’s no less moody,” Cassie added.

“She’s not around nearly as much, but at least I think I know where she spends most of that time,” Chris said. He did, didn’t he?

“Yes, well,” Cassie cleared her throat, having steamed about that earlier and now finding she was glad he had at least told her, “how do we know she’s not sneaking off with someone from that class afterwards?”

“It’s possible,” Chris admitted reluctantly. “But it seems she joined several classes.”

Cassie sighed a bit. “I guess that’s good.”

Chris sighed as well. “I know,” he said, nodding more to himself, “it doesn’t really prove that she isn’t doing anything.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Cassie tapped her fingers along the counter. “I think this time I’m going to just put the pills in her room and not say a word. I think if she was having sex we would know.”

Chris nodded again. “And if she decides she wants to talk to you about it, she’ll already know that you know.”

Cassie thought back to recent weeks. “Better than confronting her and having her completely ignore me again for two weeks.”

“I agree completely,” because it made him sick to think of how distant the girl could make herself when she wanted to.

Cassie looked over the man and his lack of pants. “You should maybe get up before she comes home.”

Chris stands slowly, lifting his arms and keeping them behind his head. Cassie laughed and moved over to him quickly, sliding down him and giving his cock a quick lick before pulling his pants back up and fastening them back into place.

“That will have to do,” he grinned.

“For now,” she amended.