Randy Turner - A schoolgirl turns on

"I can't seem to stop screaming," she said apologetically. "You don't seem to mind."

"Scream your guts out. It just makes me proud."

She stroked his rigid prick. It was standing out proud and strong too. "Can you stay hard all night?"

"No, not with some of those shifts you do. But we'd better get our asses in gear, they'll be along soon."

He started with her on her side, snuggled up tight behind her so he could play with her tummy and tits again.

"You get to play with me, but I don't get any of you to mess around with!"

"Don't worry. Grab anything that's loose. Just don't squeeze my balls!"

She knew about that. She didn't know about some of the ways he bent and twisted and laid her out. She did know that even if they were kinky, she wasn't about to turn any of them down. They were all good, but like the girls had said, some were better.

It was a sort of side-shift that got to him. It was getting to her too. He was half on her, but he could suck her tits and still fuck her. He was huffing and grunting, slamming cock into her like a pile-driver. She held him and gripped, wanting to keep him inside her pussy.

"Oh shit! Yes, squeeze it! Grab my cock and drain it."

She tightened her cunt and loosened it, only to grab his prick again.

She felt down at her cunt. He wasn't there. No heavy, hard prick poked in her pussy, sliding and slipping around and keeping her jaggedy and overheated. He was lying back, his eyes closed, breathing gulps still but slowing. She looked down and saw it. It was still a monstrous cock, but gone was the raging stiffness.

A dribble of creamy spunk clung to the cockhead when she peeled the rubber off. She thought he'd unloaded a quart. She peeked, but his balls didn't look that big. She was leaning down to lick off the fuck juice when she heard a noise.

He heard it too.

"Oh shit!"

Someone else was in the house, not sneaking quietly, but making normal noises like they lived here.

Casey scooted off the bed. "Where's my clothes?"

Panic time. He'd tossed them all over the room. Fun at the time, but not now. It took only minutes to get presentable, look at each other with a worried grin, tuck his shirt in on the left side and go out to face their doom.

"Hi, kids! Have a good time?"

Casey started to answer, but Daryl did at the same time, and she realized with horror that he was saying something different, so she shut up and the whole room went dead silent. His old man left with a wave. Casey studied his mother, Monique.

"Nice to stay home once in a while, nothing frantic, just quiet and nice. We heard something that sounded like a scream, but it must have been the radio or TV." She looked at Casey with that sweet, gooey smile again. "Daryl should rest up for his meet."

"Yeah." Casey had been trying to forget about the meet. He would be gone for days. It would have been bad enough before, but now that she'd discovered fucking and wouldn't have him to fuck, it would be a total bummer.

She stumbled through some polite shit and then Daryl said they'd better get her home.

At the door, Daryl had her hand and was leading her out when the firmest, most definite and unashamed pat hit her left asscheek.

Casey turned, stunned.

Monique smiled. "I'm so happy for you, darling. You can come by any time. Even if Daryl isn't here."

"Has anyone told you?"

Monique's voice was so grim and tight that Casey knew immediately that something was terribly wrong.

"Is he hurt? Not dead, oh please God, not dead!"

"I'll be right over."

Casey waited outside, pacing, crying, wondering why it took so long to drive just a couple of blocks. The two women wept, hugged, whimpered and went over the few known facts over and over endlessly.

"We don't know. He's in the hospital. They're doing all they can."

More buckets of tears.

Daryl had come up from a dive. Some other guys were playing around along the edge of the pool. Pushed, shoved, dumped, a big kid hit Daryl in the backbone with one heel. The hospital said only that tests were being made, they would know nothing until they had the results.

The long drive was dreadful. It was devastating to see him lying there hooked up to tubes, wires and stretched like a torture rack. He didn't know anything. He was knocked out with painkillers.

They stayed until the nurses ran them off. Nothing they could do except get in the way.

"If we could do something. If we knew what was happening."

"He'll be okay, darling. Think positively."

"But suppose he can't walk or dive anymore."

"Or fuck?"

Casey looked at Monique. "I wouldn't care! I'd still love him. I'm his woman. We'd manage somehow. There are lots of guys out there who've lost legs and are paralyzed and they have women who love them. They manage somehow."

"You're right, of course. But don't try to hide from reality. Most of them are great guys, just as loving and horny as the others or more so. But, and that is a large but, most of them live very lonely lives, most women feel compassion but it doesn't extend to fucking them. It can be extremely difficult for both. Don't make a lot of noble promises that you'll regret and feel guilty about later."

"He's the only man in my life and the only man that ever will be."

Monique sighed and looked fondly at the girl. She was so young, had so much to learn about life, men, herself. She was also possessed of the most gorgeous body, pert ass, proud, firm tits stuck out with a most enticing jiggle, and legs that made men slobber.

The motel toward the edge of town was low in price, had a bar and a pool. Perfect for Monique's plans. Exactly what she looked for when she was out of town. Or sometimes when she was in town.

She was surprised that Casey didn't drink. She shrugged and ordered an exotic rum drink loaded with fruit. If she got Casey loaded, things might get very interesting. She licked her lips. Casey sat in misery, moping and weeping. She paid the waiter for the drinks and held out the rum and fruit salad to Casey.

"The world has not ended yet. We simply don't know and won't for a while. You've got to get it out of your head for now or you'll lose your mind. Drink. It'll do you good, make a new woman out of you. When you see Daryl, you'll be bright and happy and not the chief mourner at his funeral."

Casey sipped. It did taste good, not like the other booze she'd tried. She stared at the TV and tried to follow the story. Monique handed her another drink, which she downed without realizing that it was potentially dynamite. She got up to piss and her head was light and whirly.

"Come on, baby. Let's take a shower, grab a bite and call the hospital to see if they know anything new."

Monique was so helpful. A strong lady to lean on, a warm arm around her and good sense when she talked. Friendly – just nice and comforting, especially with this emergency.

Casey was surprised when Monique joined her in the shower. Maybe it was a good idea, she'd slipped and damn near fallen. Kind of fun too. She was like a kid playing around with the soap and doing her favorite thing, ass-patting, with some tit-jiggling and tummy-rubbing.

Casey giggled.

The lady was really built too. She'd kept herself trim, no blobs or gloppy chunks. Real neat tits.

"Do blondes have more fun?" Casey asked.

Monique stood square before her and smiled. "You bet your pert little ass, honey. If they didn't, I'd be the first to change." Then she stared right into Casey's eyes and rubbed her left tit. "Jeez, no wonder Daryl was so hot to get in your pants."

She turned Casey around for an inspection more thorough than she'd give a cut of meat from the butcher.

"Take care of this body, babe, and you'll never lack for guys panting after you. Nice tits, neat ass, great legs. Kid, you've got it all. But do your exercises every day, no excuses and don't eat yourself into a gross blob of fat."