World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

"Holy SHIT!" Sandy threw her head back and shrieked as I penetrated halfway, stretching her exquisitely tight tunnel wider than she'd been expecting. "So fucking BIG!"

I couldn't help but chuckle proudly. And then Sandy was gathering herself and rather violently lunging her entire body down, trying to cram more and more of my meat into her pussy.

It took three or four tries, since despite her arousal, she wasn't that wet just yet. But eventually, the slender redhead managed to get my entire dick inside her body and she let her head loll back as she croaked in exhaustion. "Oh, holy FUCK..."

She placed her hands on my stomach and rocked her pelvis back and forth, twirling me around inside.

My tongue lashed against Charlotte's pussy, dipping inside of her.

My fingers dug into her legs as I ate her. I made it as pleasurable for Charlotte as I could.

Charlotte arched her back in pleasure. "OHMYGAWD!"

Finally, I stuck my finger inside her to push her over the edge.

"OH FUCK, FUCK! Jack, I'm about to..." she groaned. "I'M CUMMING!" I felt her pussy clamp down on my finger as she moaned out loudly in orgasm.

Sandy's tight pussy muscles squeezed me occasionally, testing the sensation of my thickness inside of her. "You feel so fucking goood..." she groaned.

Charlotte fell onto the bed behind me, while Sandy planted her hands on either side of my hips and leaned back in a Y-pose, grinding against me, slamming her cunt against my pubes over and over. "Oh yes, YES!" she cried. "God, I've needed this for so long, yes!" She continued to scream as she fucked me.

...

"AAAAUUUGGHHH!!!"

Once more, Sandy's back arched as she flung her head back, screaming her orgasm at the top of her lungs. The beautiful redhead was on all fours in front of me, with her ass thrust into the air. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her neck was adorned with a leather collar.

She was prostrating herself before me, urging me to take her and fuck her brains out

"AAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!" she screamed again as I rammed my dick nearly eight inches up her cunt. I kept fucking her through her orgasm, amplifying her sensations. Her buttcheeks were firm and tight, making loud slapping sounds whenever I slammed my hips forward.

Charlotte was lying next to us, completely spent; she was on a pill and I'd already blasted one load into her.

My stamina was unlimited.

"Aack!" Sandy squealed as I pushed her down and her chest went crashing down to the mattress. My left hand was on her hips, keeping her ass in the air while I continued thrusting into her.

"Aaaah, AUGH!" Sandy grunted, her ab muscles tensed and her hips bucked against me as I continued to stretch her vaginal tunnel. And right then she started crying tears of ecstasy into the bedsheets, as one more climax shook her very core. "NNNNGGHHH!"

The sudden clamping of her cunt muscles was the last push I needed to find my own orgasm. I rammed through her increasingly tight tunnel twice more before abruptly stopping my thrusts.

"Ungh!" I grunted as the jets of sperm flew out of me.

"Ngh!" Sandy grunted, her butt quivering, and then went limp beneath me, panting for air.

We lay like that for a minute. Sandy was too exhausted and too overwhelmed to do anything but lay passively beneath me.

"Did you get what you expected?" I asked quietly.

"Not at all..." she whimpered, still panting. "I got way more than what I wanted. This was the best fuck I ever had..." she breathed out.

...

I woke up the next morning with Charlotte lying in my arms. Sandy had left sometime during the night, leaving just the two of us.

I looked down at Charlotte, her head resting on my chest, and felt a warm, peaceful feeling.

Our last day on the cruise was perfect. We spent the morning by the pool, splashing around. I sat next to Charlotte by the pool's edge, holding her close. The sun was warm on our skin.

In the afternoon, we caught some sun on the deck, drinking coffee and watching the ocean around us.

That evening, we had a more romantic, private dinner together.

That last night on the cruise, Sandy didn't come over. She hadn't expected anything more—what we'd shared was just a one-time thing for her. It was clear she knew that too.

So, I spent the night alone with Charlotte, fulfilling some more of her fantasies and mine.

On Monday morning, we walked down the ship's gate. I had my arm draped over Charlotte's shoulder, and she leaned into me as we walked back to my pickup.

She glanced up at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. "So, when's the next one?"

I chuckled. "Wow,wow, slow down. We just got off this one."

"Yeah, but it was fun," she said. "Plus, you're not half-bad at picking places."

"Not half-bad?" I raised an eyebrow.

She laughed. "I mean, I could've done without the weird dudes we met, but the rest was good. Except maybe the food. You were a little too obsessed with that tuna toast."

"I just have good taste."

"Debatable."

"Anyway..." I said. "Maybe next time we can go on a little cruise on our own boat..."

As we reached the pickup, I casually tossed the last bag into the back and turned to Charlotte with a smirk. "Anyway," I said, leaning against the truck, "maybe next time we can go on a little cruise on our own boat…"

"Seriously?" She perked up.

"Yeah," I said, flashing a grin as I opened the driver's door. "But you have to fulfill your promise."

She tilted her head, confused. "Promise? What promise?"

I slid into the seat, grinning as I started the engine. "This car isn't going to clean itself."

She stared at me for a moment, then rolled her eyes, laughing, "You wish!"

I laughed along with her. "You said it, not me."

As I pulled out of the parking spot, Charlotte shook her head, still smiling, "You know, sometimes I think you just keep me around for my cleaning skills."

"Hey, if the shoe fits..." I joked.

"Whaa.." She stared at me, her eyes bulging like goldfish gogglers and her mouth forming an "O" shape. Then her face suddenly went back to normal. "Fine. But you're helping."

"Deal," I said, pulling out of the parking spot.