I upped the teasing, voice low. "You like that, don't you?"
For one reckless moment she let her voice slip: "Ehahhw, yes please, will you~"
It wasn't loud enough to matter, so I didn't hesitate. I picked up the pace, fingering her harder, more violently. Cassia couldn't bear the pressure of holding back any longer, yet she refused to let the sounds escape. Instead she sank her teeth into my neck, biting down to anchor herself.
She lifted her rear, offering more room. I didn't hold back. My other hand slid beneath the dress and gripped her ass, then slowly I eased my middle finger into her anus.
Cassia pressed her teeth harder against my neck. I felt the heat of her breath, the vibration humming from her mouth straight into my skin.
"Yoy arw to mwch and i lob it."
The words came out broken, mangled around the bite. I worked both holes now, fingers plunging rapidly in and out. Her juices dripped down my hand, slick and warm. Her inner walls tightened further—Cassia was right at the edge.
"Come on," I whispered against her ear, deepening my voice. "Your juices are messing up my pants. You're making sure to leave evidence, huh?"
She gasped hard—"NiAhhhhhhh~"
I clamped my hand over her mouth just in time. Cassia came. Her walls pulsed and shifted in erratic grips, more wetness flooding out. It soaked my pants for real this time, but who cared?
She slumped against me, nuzzling into my neck. Her breathing was heavy, ragged; her body radiated firm, comforting warmth.
"That was so satisfying," Cassia murmured, her breathing still heavy, fingers clinging to my shirt as she pressed herself close.
My cock twitched, harder than before. Pre-cum leaked steadily down my skin, slick and insistent. Cassia felt it—the blunt press of my erection nudging against her ass. I met her eyes. "Ready for the main course?"
She nodded, a small smile curving her lips. Lifting her rear, she guided my cock to her entrance, then slowly shifted downward. She paused as the first rush of pleasure hit, her body tensing.
"Huhhhhh…"
I felt it too—something sharper, fresher. Maybe the edging had worked; skipping a few days had left us both raw and sensitive. Cassia sank down the rest of the way.
"…aghhhhh~"
Her inner walls wrapped tightly around my length, gripping from base to tip. It had been too long since I'd felt that deep press against the end of her womb. She closed her eyes, hands braced on my shoulders for balance, impressively swallowing every sound that tried to escape.
Then she started moving—hips rolling up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Ohhja ahhhh god, this feels amazinhhha~"
Juices made every movement smooth as butter. Cassia eased into softer strokes now, drawing my full length out until only the tip remained, then sinking back down with deliberate slowness.
"Oohhhhhahh… Yess, it does feel… amazing. I can't just sit still now."
"AHHH!"
Her voice spiked for a moment as I suddenly gripped her rear and yanked her down hard. I pulled her flush against me, shifting our position just enough so I could drive upward with my hips.
"No. The driver will hear us if you mo—"
Too late. I held her tight and slammed my cock in and out—deep, forceful thrusts. No more gentle rhythm.
"Ahhaaa… ahhhhhh wait… ehh let me adjushh~"
Her inner walls clamped down harder, gripping me like a vise. I felt every inch of my cock stretching her, almost tearing her apart in the best way. She rode the edge of pleasure, and so did I. Cassia fought desperately to swallow her sounds, but they kept slipping out, broken and trembling. And the wet, obscene slap of my cock hitting her pussy—impossible to ignore.
"I'm… about to…"
Her eyes rolled back, lost in pleasure. The thought of tearing into her soft pussy made my cock twist harder inside her. Thrusting only grew rougher now. I clamped my hand over her mouth and slammed deep, picking up the pace.
"Aahhaaahahhah~"
Cassia hovered right at her threshold—and so did I. "Ke-keep… m-going!"
I didn't hold back. She matched me, rolling her hips to meet every brutal stroke. The wet slap of flesh on flesh grew louder, unmistakable. In our final few savage thrusts, she took me to the hilt, leaving no inch untouched. Her walls gripped me fiercely, shifting and pulsing, hot and burning.
"AHHHHHHHH CUM INSIDE OF MEEEE"
"AHH GOD"
Something about those raw, desperate words pushed me over. I came harder than I expected—my cock twitching, suppressed by her heated walls, pumping thick spurts straight into her womb. We collapsed into a shared, boneless state of release. It felt alive, electric, utterly spent.
Cassia didn't move, still seated deep, taking every last drop. Just then the driver's voice cut through the partition.
"Are you alright, sir? Ma'am?"
The sudden question made Cassia tense and pull herself together, hastily covering what she could. But it didn't seem as though he'd noticed anything. If he had, he would have fallen silent and never dared ask at a moment like that.
"We're completely fine," I said without hesitation, voice steady and confident. "Focus on the road."
The driver's tone dropped, apologetic. "I apologise for interrupting, sir."
Cassia exhaled in quiet relief. We couldn't risk another round—not now.
But putting that aside… Cassia screaming for me to cum inside her hadn't been on my list of expectations. She had never allowed it before; she'd told me so many times not to. She didn't want babies.
And yet today she had begged for it perfectly, desperately. Come to think of it, she'd been acting unpredictable all morning. Wait—don't tell me she's started to develop feelings for me. It's impossible.
"I know what you're thinking. Don't be mistaken. I can't fall in love with you, even if I tried. And it's the same for you."
Cassia said it with a smile—casual, not harsh. Her words didn't sting; they were simply fact. I felt a strange relief when she spoke them.
"But I'm tired," she continued. "I know grown-ups limited us, but now we have a little freedom. Life didn't turn out the way we intended."
Her voice was calmer than her choice of words suggested. I nodded. "I know. But when did this happen?"
Cassia looked down, one hand resting lightly on her belly. Her eyes held a quiet hope—one more thing I hadn't expected to see in her.
"It's hope," she said softly. "I'm thinking of having a baby."
Cassia spoke the word with a warmth I couldn't quite place, because in that moment it didn't feel real. A baby? She had always hated the idea. I must be dreaming. Should I clean my ears?
"You heard it right," she said, reading my silence. "I used to hate babies, but now I see them as new lives. Unlike us, they can make different decisions. How wonderful is that?
Her eyes teared up, and this time it felt genuine to me. This was happening for real. What did it mean for me? What should I do? Did my decision even matter?
"I'm just asking for one more favor," she said. "You've been putting up with me for so long. Thank you for that."
Cassia held back her tears. I fell silent. Happiness had never truly belonged to me, and it never would. It simply wouldn't. Why me? Every time. Not that I could change anything.
But I understood her pain. At least I could make her happy, in some small way. I wasn't sure what kind of life a baby would have, but for Cassia it was hope.
"Alright," I said. "We can have a baby. I guess the ugly puppet master will love that."
Cassia giggled through her tears—happy tears. "I get it," she replied, "why you call your grandmother that. I truly get it."
Truly? Right. Not in a million years. Or maybe I was wrong. Cassia wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug.
"I know your secret," Cassia whispered. "About the dressing-up part. And your forbidden desires."
It wasn't possible. Not now. My eyes widened, horror flickering close to the surface. How had she found out?
"What are you… talking about?"
Shit. The pause alone confirmed everything, didn't it? Had I wanted someone to find out? No—this couldn't be happening.
"I'm not judging you," she continued softly. "I knew it from childhood. I truly understand how you feel. That's why I never mentioned it."
My lips trembled; words refused to form. My mind froze. All this time, she had known. Had she told anyone? She wouldn't, right?
"But I think you need someone to share what you feel. You've helped me so much—let me return the favor. I'm with you. You don't have to do it alone."
Her words were comforting, gentle even, but I wasn't hearing them that way. Rage coiled inside me. When I spoke, my voice came out harsh.
"What good will that do? My life is already over. I don't have a solution. I curse God for making me this way."