Randy Turner: A schoolgirl turns on

"Aieee! Do it, ream my ass! Give me some tush humps!"

Casey plunged away, sticking fingers in Molly's fuck-holes and waggling around inside to give her plenty of action.

Still jabbing her fingers and thumb in Molly's holes, Casey got her mouth down at her clit and flicked her tongue at the bud.

"Yeeiiiooowww!"

Molly slammed her pussy up and banged around, twisting and shuffling, yelling and grunting, humping enough to throw Casey back.

"Ass! Ass!" Molly was panting hard and bouncing, but she knew what she wanted.

Casey had the answer in a split second. She reversed fingers and thumb in a fast shift and jabbed them roughly back up Molly's shitter and cunt. She got a squeal of delight and Molly humped for more. She slammed around, jerking and whimpering.

Then her voice rose and fell like an ambulance siren and she thunked up and down on the bed, nearly yanking Casey's hand from her crotch.

"Yiiieee! Oooh! Ungh!"

The blasts of air forced out of her lungs matched her thumping bounces. Casey kept stabbing in her fuck-holes until Molly slowed and grunted.

She spoke fairly calmly. "Casey, tell you what. First we get Daryl back on his feet. Then you move in with us. Whatever you want, you got. The three of us can mess round and have the damndest time you can imagine."

"Sounds fun, let's do it!"

All of a sudden Molly blew out a breath with a soft sigh and struck. Swooped up to roll Casey on her belly, tickled her unmercifully for seconds, then changed to some soft caresses that quickly had her squirming and moaning with pure pleasure. She'd handled Monique with a touch and instinct which had worked the older lady into a frazzle. But Molly was going over Casey with practiced experience and an expert's thorough knowledge of anatomy. With exquisite timing, she built Casey's excitement from minor shakes to levels of quiet and then on to more violent rockers that shook her from head to toe.

"Yieeee! I can't take any more! I'll burn alive, bust in pieces – oh shit, I love it!" Casey cried.

Then the hands, the lips, subtle warm skin laid on her in all the most sensual places. Casey blasted yet again, then drifted down, only to have the work build up the steamy pressure that blew her to smithereens again. She was in an uproar all over.

"Are you about ready for the main event, the smash finale, the crashing final curtain?" Molly asked.

"Oh shit!" Casey gasped. "There's more?"

"You're a little young for this as a regular part of your routine, but now's the time to get you started."

"Yoweeee!" Casey slapped her hand over her mouth, but she still screamed. "No, no, take it out? Oh shit, it hurts, take it out!"

At first, all she knew was that her asshole was getting reamed by a clenched fist. Then she realized Molly was doing to her exactly what she'd done to Molly. Only one finger, but it burned and felt like a hand and a stout arm up to the elbow. Cornholed, but that only happened to filthy girls in nasty stories girls told each other to shock them. Then the burning became a seeping warmth and that probing finger sent tinglers spinning over to her pussy. The thumb at her clit started the zinging jolts.

"Aiieee! I can't! I can't come getting buggered, I can't!" But something had busted loose and lightning bolts were banging around inside her. "Oh fuck, I'm cowing! Turn it off, let me loose, I can't – yowweee!"

She sank beneath the waves of white-hot lava. Chunks of her exploded in bursting bubbles that flung bones and great wads of flesh afar. Patches cooled and she saw Molly smiling down at her.

"I forgot you were a screamer. You need a sound-proof room." Molly patted her pussy and stood, looking around, then picked up a pair of panties. "These are mine, aren't they?"

"You're not going out?" Casey couldn't believe it.

"Honey, when you're as old as I am, you grab every opportunity to get all the cock you can." She looked at the panties again and tossed them away. "You were marvelous, but the night is young and there just might be a stiff cock out there waiting for me."

She wriggled into a simple skirt, slipped a plain top over her head, then looked at Casey.

"Sleep so you can be bright and lighten Daryl's mind," she said.

She smiled fondly down at Casey, came over to kiss her on the lips, and to Casey's shock, slipped a finger up her cunt. Then she licked her finger thoughtfully.

"Nice, but don't you have chocolate?"

"Try a scoop from the next one back." Casey couldn't believe that she'd said that aloud, much less even thought such a thing. She covered her mouth with a hand.

Molly laughed.

After the door had closed, Casey lay quietly, staring at the TV without having the vaguest notion of what was on the screen. She was worn out.

Molly walked into the bar with her nose high. She quickly palmed the matches in the ashtray and dug in her purse for that cigarette. She didn't smoke. The cigarette was dried out and dribbled tobacco all over her purse, but it was handy for looking helpless.

Her nose hadn't been so high that she hadn't been able to check the room. Only one guy was really interesting. A lanky sort, dark, neatly dressed, not very pretty but very manly.

"You worry me."

She looked up, startled. She hadn't expected his move so fast, and her radar had missed his approach. Nice sincere voice, just sexy enough to stir her glands.

"Oh?"

"You're obviously smart enough not to smoke. If you are trying to quit, I promise faithfully not to light that cigarette but offer my services as a crying towel and emotional aid to your struggle with the horrors of withdrawal. I'll even buy the drinks as you battle for sanity and health."

"That's very thoughtful of you. But I am quite capable of taking care of my vices."

"Names Fletcher, and I'm sure that you are. Some flavorful forms of alcohol are scientifically proven to be relaxing and beneficial to the will power of ladies in their ever virginal battle with vice, sin and evil. You wouldn't believe this, but some ladies have even been known to fall into the arms of strangers while unprotected by their husbands."

Molly fluttered a hand at her throat and popped her eyes wide in shock. "No! You can't mean it. Why, it would never occur to me, being without my husband at the moment, that such a thing could happen. Goodness me, such strange things happen, don't they?"

Meanwhile he sat, caught the eye of the waitress and slid over on the seat. Nothing backward about this lad.

"Richard's my name, but I don't like Dick since it reminds everyone of a male organ or an ex-president."

He taught in a small college and liked the small town.

She gave him the same. "Born Molly, but when I grew to find boys the most fascinating creatures in the universe, I invented Monique as sexier. Molly seemed to fit a plump woman singing lewd songs and winking at all men. Not all bad, mind."

They chatted for two slowly sipped drinks, got to the touch stage, and she found with growing interest that he had what happened to be a very healthy cock swelling down his pants leg.

After he called for the check, he turned to her calmly. "Do you mind if we use your room? My young son is in mine."

"Oh no!" She smiled and looked puzzled. "She isn't my daughter, but I do have a young girl with me."

He groaned and looked at her grimly, then the light of inspiration gleamed. "Could we? I mean, my boy has slept through earthquakes at his grandpa's."

She shrugged.

She got a shock when the little boy turned out to be six feet tall. He was young, but the cock dangling barely inside his pajamas was a monster. Too late now. She was going to fuck Richard, even if it had to be in the hall by the ice machine. He never awoke as Richard half-carried him down the hall to her room. Ricardo tucked something by him and Molly scribbled a quick note to Casey and added a rubber, just in case. Better safe than sorry.