Randy Turner: A schoolgirl turns on

Then she bent, kissed Casey's right nipple and sucked at it before giving it some toothy rasps.

"If that brat of mine doesn't treat you right, you know, leaving you gasping when he's come or any of that shit, let me know. I'll crucify the shithead. He's good cock, isn't he? Makes me proud. I tried to raise him right."

What the fuck was she talking about? And what was she doing? Chattering on and feeling Casey's tits and running a hand along her cunt with a finger slithers in her pussy-crack, not to mention some ass-grabbing.

"Uh, Mrs. Dempsey, we shouldn't, I mean…"

"Oh my God, child, don't get squeaky moral and stuffy on me. For Christ's sake, are you a woman or aren't you?" She raised her head back and shook it in despair. "Look, he'll be back fucking you to a worn frazzle soon, but right now he ain't here and I am. So we mess around a little and get you completely relaxed and ready to snore your cute little ass off, sort of like a massage, just some tender loving and you'll be a new woman in the morning. And stop that Mrs. Dempsey shit."

Casey was getting warm and she did need to calm down. Monique was trying to help her and she'd complained, what a shifty thing to do.

Lying on the bed, she watched Monique go to the door, open it wide and squat down to get another tray of drinks and swing the door shut with her ass.

Monique saw Casey staring at her wide-eyed and flipped her hand as though it was nothing. "Look. If a woman had seen me, so what? If a man noticed my bare ass, maybe something interesting might turn up, right?"

Daryl's mother was definitely very strange. She handed over the fresh drink and waited while Casey drained most of it.

"Won't hurt you. Bound to help. That goes for both the drink and the tender loving care I'm about to lay on you. And for God's sake, don't worry about doing anything nasty or kinky. Would I do that to you? After at, neither of us is a lesbian. Just a couple of gals comforting each other while we sweat the health of a guy we both love."

"Okay, Monique."

"My name's really Molly." She pushed Casey back and lay down beside her. "Come on now, let me give you some of the lovin' you so richly deserve."

She pulled Casey's head to her tit and told her to suck. It was comforting to snuggle up to a warm body, someone who knew what her troubles were, sympathized and was trying to help her through her hour of need.

A helpful hand ran down her back and cupped her left asscheek, tingling in the crack of her ass and touching lightly at her asshole. Back up to move her elbow so Casey's hand was on a sweet, soft tit, kneading it gently. This was what she needed to smooth out the wrinkles. Soft words, low sounds and hands soothing the creaks, uncoiled the tense nerves that had tightened her to a taut spring. The hand slipping along her cunt-slit, then the fingers dipping in to hold her pussy-lips between them and pull. It was only fair to do some of the same to Monique. She was such a neat lady.

"You're right. I needed this. I felt like I'm coming apart. All that feeling of being jammed in a barrel is fading."

"Great. If this is good, more is better." She shifted a wiggle. "Try my right tit. She's lonely. She gets jealous if too much goo on next door."

Casey giggled and obliged. Sure as shit was different. A guy's body was all hard and angles, with muscles rippling underneath the skin. Another woman was like her, not exactly but mostly, soft and warm and rounded with handy stuff that you could squiggle around so she quivered and made funny little noises. Like if you all of a sudden snuck down and bunched up a wad of tummy and bit [missing text].

"Yiieee!"

Casey giggled again. This was fun, different than Daryl, but fun. Stirred her up, too. Just running your fingers through her cunt-muff sort of combing it, only some fingers dipping in her cunt-slit like she'd just done, same way, same reason.

"Can I see it?"

"My pussy? Sure. Look, lap, lick, whatever turns you on, dear." Molly was in heaven. She never knew how these things'd turn out. Could have been an utter disaster and here she was asking to eat her cunt! If her dear son Daryl lost this sweet little pussy, she'd murder the dumb shit. What a happy household from now on – days and nights of thoroughly obscene, degrading gross sex. What a glorious future lay ahead.

Molly spread wide and Casey stared. Looking at yourself in a mirror wasn't near as good, all crouched over and your fingers got in the way, but this was neat. She could poke around and see everything. Made Molly jump too. Casey giggled and rubbed her clit.

"Don't do that unless you mean it, baby. That little sucker is the trigger to my happiness."

Casey remembered what Daryl'd said about teasing. Molly looked like she had longer cuntlips, and she had a few gray hairs, but her cunt smelled the same. She licked along the slit from back near her asshole to her clit.

She stared.

She licked again and pulled back to watch. Then she did it again. Totally awesome – the lady could wiggle her pussy! "How'd you do that?"

Molly laughed. "Practice, baby, and tonight you start the most important exercises you'll ever learn. Stick a finger or three in my cunt and you'll see why."

Holy shit! A trained pussy that gripped and sort of rolled along her fingers. "Jeez, that'd be better than just letting him stick his cock in my cunt. More like giving him head."

"See how it feels on your tongue," Molly said.

Casey made a few licks before she went in. She pulled at Molly's cunt-lips, gave her some digs up to her clit then went for her hole. Wasn't easy getting in, but she slid all she could into her pussy.

"Wow, that would jazz the shit out of him!"

"You ain't doing so bad yourself, honey. Just do what you'd like to have done to you."

Casey flicked at Molly's clit. If other women's clits were as tender as hers, you had to go easy, real soft and not bang the shit out of the little nub. A quick lick, off to nip at her thigh, way up to bite a roll of belly and back to her cunt.

She looked down at her handiwork. Bloated cunt-lips reddening and twitchy, juice dripping out, she had the lady squirming and trying to pull her back into action. And Casey was squirmy and wet too.

Casey licked a wet line with her tongue along the wide space between Molly's clit and cunthole, then blew softly aver the damp skin.

"Oh shit, girl, where'd you learn that?"

"Just thought it'd be a good idea." She didn't want to tell her that Daryl had done it to her. You just don't go blabbing everything, even when they were well, as close as she and Molly were.

Everything seemed to work. Blowing air on a place you'd just wet, licking around the edges of her cunt-slit, then stabbing at her clit for a few flicks, poking a finger and tongue up her fuck-hole, and even just dabbling around got all kinds of wiggles and moans.

Casey slid a finger back, ringed Molly's puckered brown shitter, and she twitched up, bucking and tossing.

"Anghhh – oh shit! Ooouuuu!"

Casey stuck her middle finger in the juicy cunt and then stuck it up Monique's ass. "Yiieee!"

Definitely a winner.

Back for more slippery stuff, then up her ass as far as she could reach. The lady squiggled and moaned, thrashing around like she'd been spitted and some kind of rays were shooting out to thrill her.

Casey got inspired. She pulled out and worked a long finger up her cunt. Felt about like her rear, same velvety, soft warm tunnel closing on her. Lots of moaning and squirmed, give her more. She added a finger. Another and Monique was bouncing like crazy.

"Give it to me! Stuff some hard stuff in me! Make me know it!"

Three fingers stretched her cunt, but she loved it. Mother inspiration. Casey slowed the jamming up Molly's pussy and worked her thumb inside Molly's twitching ass.