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She clenched both legs around him like a vice as the heat detonated through her body. Somewhere in her mind, fields of sun burnt grass were ignited by lightning. For that one exquisite moment, the world ceased to exist.
Then gradually, muddily, Trixie became aware of her surroundings again, except now she was crashing up and down against Cy’s resilient stomach, rising and falling percussively. Sound was replaced with the white noise of her voice screaming. A single prolonged note without end. The flood of her undaunted release streamed out of her, squirting indiscriminately every time she crested the top of Cy’s cock. Her eyes were closed but she could tell that he was soaked, the sheets beneath them were saturated, and the entire bed was covered in a blast radius of come.
She felt bad for the maids who would show up later with blue lights to scrub the place clean.
4. Ride of Passage
Trixie was pleasantly surprised that Cy had remained erect for the entire ordeal, but she couldn’t look at him yet. The sweat pouring from her brow stung both eyes closed. She slowed to a mild pounding until she stilled completely, the heat thankfully leaving her body. She was drenched, but that was nothing compared to the flood Cy had received.
Trixie had long since given up warning new partners about what was coming. Nothing prepared them for her squirting orgasm, even when they took her seriously. None of her girlfriends had ever had one, so they couldn't relate, and the conclusion men usually made about it was less than flattering. In the end, showing was better than telling. At least they could enjoy the sex beforehand without any concerns. She wiped the salt from her eyes and glanced down at her silent stranger. Cy looked as if he’d been waiting for her eyes to open.
“So how much of that had anything to do with me?” he asked bluntly.
“A lot?” Trixie said, trying to be generous.
Cy didn’t look convinced.
“Everything up to when the levee broke,” she added. “If it’s any consolation, you lasted the whole time, which is more than a lot of men can say.”
“A lot of men? Should I ask how many?”
Trixie kicked herself for bringing the subject up.
“You can if you like, but I won’t lie to you. It’s up there. I keep records.”
“I’m guessing you wear these guys out pretty quickly then?”
“It’s not like that. Some guys never get this far because I can usually tell if they’d be uptight about it. That still leaves a bunch of guys who do get this far. About three-quarters of them are put off right away. Those who aren’t put off right away are eventually creeped out later. To date, that’s been all of them. Among that latter group, however, there is a subset of men, the guys who lasted the whole time and weren’t put off right away. I can now count those guys on two fingers.” She smiled at Cy, hoping he would realize how rare that made him.
“And by last the whole time…?”
“Stayed erect.”
Trixie tried to read his reaction, but it wasn’t easy. Cy was pretty circumspect. Still his curiosity made her hopeful.
“Well, it wasn’t difficult. You’re a beautiful woman, even after you… vanished.”
“That was me at my most vulnerable.”
Cy looked off to one side again, which she realized now he did whenever privately consulting with his thoughts. She was starting to find it adorable.
“So let me get this straight. You deliberately meet guys – at the speed of a whirlwind – to more efficiently sort the bad from the good?”
Trixie nodded. “I’ve learned not to waste my time. It avoids repeated heartache that way. It might seem like I'm a mercenary harlot to some people, but that’s not who I am. I’m just being pragmatic. It was worse when I grew attached to somebody, only to be rejected later, after, well… this happened.”
Cy took a deep breath.
“I can see why you might be jaded. I can even sympathize with your reasons, however bizarre they may seem at first blush. There’s a method to your madness.”
Trixie sensed a ‘but’.
“But there's nothing vulnerable about it. I know you think so, but truthfully, you’re in complete control. I can’t speak for other guys, but I enjoy giving pleasure during sex, both expected and unexpected. That’s what turns me on. When somebody is so guarded that I can’t tell if I’m the cause of their pleasure or not, well... that can be off-putting. May I?”
Trixie realized that Cy was asking to escape from between her legs. She dismounted slowly, savoring his length. He was still hard enough to give her a farewell stroke.
As Trixie moved aside to let him up, she couldn’t help but notice that his condom was full. Really full. He hadn’t merely lasted the whole time. He had cum like a geyser. That had never happened before. If she had to guess, Cy had released even more than she’d swallowed earlier. The only other man who ever lasted the whole time was too overwhelmed by her shower to release at the same time.
Cy noticed where her eyes were fixed. “It didn’t break if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said.
