Randy Turner: A schoolgirl turns on

Feeling each other was a joy. Molly's fondest dreams came true. Richard was hung lavishly. The rest of him was trim, hard, hairy.

She pulled him close to rub her stiffening nipples on his mat of chest hair. She was grabbed tight, his lips jammed against her, his tongue penetrated, a hard hand gripped her right asscheek and his mammoth cock-bulge made a groove in her belly reaching past her belly-button.

"Ahhwwoooo! Easy, you trying to play Jack the Ripper?"

"Just an everyday sex maniac about to hungrily devour you."

She floated in his arms to the bed, before she could wiggle over to make room, he bit her belly. She reached for his head, but he grabbed both ankles, pulled her and split her open. He snorted in her cunt like he was rooting for truffles. The subtle lover she'd expected was a raving sex maniac.

"Hold it, Marquis de Sade. No more."

He looked at her, grinning.

His hands were still busy, but the forcefulness was gone. It took her a moment to figure out just how he shifted. From Jack the Ripper to the gentlest lover in seconds. And he grinned. All the zingy diddles after the attack felt great.

"You son-of-a-bitch!"

He was playing her like an overly taut violin. She had stumbled on a super lover. This time when he tapped her, knees for entrance to her cunt-slit, he was so light she hardly knew he was down there. Her body knew. The tingles and zaps spurted from his fingers and tongue. Then he'd stick a hot, slashing tongue along her swollen cunt-lips to flip her clit, run back to dig in her cunt-hole and rage up for another chomp of thigh or belly.

"Molly, you've got a sensational cunt!"

She gasped. "Right there! Do that! God, more, more!"

He knew and stuck it to her, hands and tongue high as she rolled and banged.

"Yiieee! I'm coming! Do it! Damn, oh shit – wahhh!"

Her insides blazed up. Those little cuddles were boiling bubbles of fire bursting with scarlet and deep-space blues.

He held her quietly, smoothing the skin of her ass and moving slightly so his chest hair stirred her nipples. A suck that good deserved the best she had. A sly hand snaked between their hot bodies until she reached his prick.

It was neat to slip the foreskin back and let the prick-head out to snoop around. She pushed him on his back and licked at the cock-shaft. She watched as she pulled the skin back to see the cock-head pop out.

"You don't have to hide from me, dinky littie cock-head. I've got some nice comfy places for you."

She stroked the stout muscle under the slipping skin. With a nasty snarl, she gobbled the cock-head and bit down on the heaving cock.

"Yiiiieee! Hey, Molly, that hurt! That thing is delicate!"

"Why the fuck didn't you worry about my fragile body when you were trying to tear me apart?"

"You came, didn't you?"

"Through the pain of being torn to shreds, yes." She stuck her tongue out at him. "If you're so dainty and frail, I suppose I'd better humor you back to health."

She knew what to do. The problem was simple – could she do it? Taking a cock like his down wasn't like swallowing a spoon of jelly. She took a deep breath and dropped on the monster, taking the tremendous prick right down her gullet, swallowing and gulping.

She may not have been the first to deep-throat his cock, but she sure was the latest.

She lifted off for air, then promptly gulped it back down to prove it was no fluke, swallowed to rouse the beast with a massage and came back to grin at him.

"Grin at me, will you? Show off."

He was still in shock.

Molly licked along the cock-shaft, kissed the head and sucked it in to twist, then used a bit of tooth.

"Unhhhh!"

"You aren't going to come." She made it a statement. "We've got serious fucking to do."

"When you go down on a guy, you do more than just suck his cock."

She grinned proudly. She could keep him from blowing if he'd cooperate, and he knew how. But she was going to drive him up the wall as he'd done to her. She knew tender spots that stirred up the nerves to fiery jolts. Just a little more tooth, way deep on his thrusting prick, a cuddle of his balls before giving him a saliva bath in her mouth, and ease off. Let him cool.

But not too much. Just a lick along the patch between asshole and balls to wake him up, a ring around the edge of his shitter, then back up north.

All this shit was fine for a warm-up, but Molly was squirming for the real stuff. A raging, hard fuck. She began with a deep jerk, gave his balls a slightly tough squeeze, then stuck a long stiff finger up his ass with a twist.

"Aaawwaaa! Oh shit, Molly, don't, oh shit!"

She could tell from the jerking hips thrusting up and the grunts that he was going to come. She grabbed the shaft of his cock and gave it a squeeze guaranteed to stop him cold.

"Oh damn, woman!" He gulped air. "I thought I could control it. You beat me, Molly." Another wait while he caught up with the world. "Would you be interested in a slave to keep you in silk dresses, French lingerie, and personally blended perfume?"

"Wouldn't your wife object?"

"About as much as your husband. We'll think of something to take care of them." He grinned at her. "I think I can handle it now."

"Back in the saddle?"

"My favorite song."

She rolled a rubber on him. She hadn't had such a great cock with such a responsive man attached for years. Good fun, but what was coming had to be better. She leaned down to kiss him on the lips, and was immediately enfolded in his arms and tucked up tight, her back to his front.

"I can't get to all your goodies," she said.

"No, but I can have yours!" he gasped.

He did too. His massive cock rubbed along her ass-crack until she hoisted a leg to tuck it between her hot thighs. Her nimble fingers wandered.

"You've got the most fascinating body. Can't get enough of it. For a lady your age, no insult, but you are old enough to vote, you have the firmest tits in the state. The rest of you is merely superb."

"Thank you, sir. You have a body women drool over." She reached back to fondle his balls. "Trim shape, flat gut, super sexy ass and the biggest prick in the Western hemisphere."

He laughed. "No, not even close."

"Well," she said, "I'm not talking about circus freaks. I mean something that a lady can use."

He bent back so his cock was aimed at her pussy. She arched to center his cock and take it in, simple and easy. She laid a hand on his hip to show how much she wanted. He let her lead while he kept diddling her tits.

"Fuck that easy shit! Plug that cannon in me! Meat, I want hard, rough meat!" She was jamming back for more cock, straining and sweating for his prick to plunge in her pussy. "Gimme! Hammer that prick up my cunt."

First he thrust his cock up to her womb, as though trying it on for size. She swatted his ass with her fist.

"Damn you, fuck me! Hang my ass!"

He pulled his cock back, then slammed a few strokes into her that rocked her whole body. He'd get it in and swirl his ass to grind her round like she was hung on a crazy swing.

"Unghhh, owwww-unngh!"

She wanted it, hurt for it, but it made her cry.

She gritted her teeth as he slammed his cock up her cunt, angling in thrusts that were clouding her into deliciously tormented swelling ecstasy. Her ass humped back, demanding more cock. She yowled and spit curses when he hit bottom, tortured her tits into oblong shapes with wrenches and gripped her tummy in a vise.

"Fuck me harder, more, deeper!"

"You're a screamer." She blinked her eyes. "Not me… That's Casey."

A low laugh bubbled out of him. "She's down the hall. I meant you."

She looked up. He was listening carefully.

"Casey or somebody and you are screamers." She blinked again. Faintly but definitely. "That little shit. She told me she'd never even look at another guy."