Randy Turner: A schoolgirl turns on

Ricardo shrugged. "So she's keeping her eyes closed."

Monique wondered. Casey was a hot little cunt.

"How about some variations?" she asked. "Sounds good. Doggie, side, you up? We've got time. We'd better not knock on that door down the hall."

"All of the above plus a special that might stir you up."

They started with the missionary, which gave her a shot at lots of his front and some back scratching. Until she forgot everything but how well his magnificent prick worked in her cunt, over blow and came again. He showed no more signs of blowing his wad so she wallowed in the luxury of endless comes, little ones that led to quakers and leveled at squirmy whackers, then more big climaxes that left her gasping and shivering.

"Richard, want to peel that rubber for some raw flesh?"

"Spelunking up the asshole? Yeahhh!"

"Only if you've got some greasy glop for my shitter."

Eager as she was, even the slathering of the glop in her rump got her quivery and clenching on his finger. He held her with one arm under while he aimed his prick at her shitter and gently but firmly eased the huge prick-head into her ass.

"Hurt much?"

"But good. Oh God, but that's good! Feed me about ten or twelve inches for a starter." He chortled.

He fucked in gradually, and found lots of her with a hand underneath. All she could think was what a great way it was to waste an evening. Getting solidly and magnificently fucked, nothing better in the world.

"Ahhhh!"

She wasn't even sure if she moaned or if he had. Didn't matter. His cock fucked in deeper with each thrusts the ripples and tingles he zapped her with making her more excited.

"Molly, the thought horrifies me, but we'd better think about winding this up."

"How about a week from Thursday?"

He laughed.

The more she found about him, the better he looked.

"I wish we could," he said.

"Turn it on, Dick, I'll give you a ride that'll blow you back home."

He zapped her with deep thrusts. She banged back, slapping her ass against his legs, clenching and gripping his raging cock with her ass muscles. She twisted for some shunts that nearly threw him out. He grabbed her ass like he was riding a bucking mare and stabbed her with his prick, making her grunt with each thrust deep into her shitter.

"Ream me! Fuck my asshole. I want all you got! Slam it up my ass, now, harder!"

Faintly, from somewhere back there, she could hear him grunt as he fucked her ass.

"Wiggle that ass, baby. I'm going to come this trip! Do it! Clean me! Squeeze that ass and get my wad!"

She wrenched him back and forth with swirls and bucks that shook him hard. He was too far gone for anything but an explosion that would clean his balls dry. He fucked his cock up her ass and held onto whatever he could grab – belly, asscheeks, tits.

She knew it. He was getting tired and pouring sweat on her back, grunting animal snorts and thrusting his cock into her, blasting her full of spunk in his wanton excitement. Then she lost it.

Lightning flashes bust her brain, her teeth shook loose, bones came unglued and bits of flesh just floated off into the sunset that blazed from her ass. She felt an agonized terror at the overwhelming potency of the energy that ballooned within her.

Then she was calm.

Molly floated off on a pink cloud that enfolded her safely and wrapped her in comfort and sweet, utter rapture. She reached back to pull him close. She wanted him where he was.

Casey grunted and promptly dropped back into deep sleep. She grabbed for the wispy threads of the dream. Daryl was fucking his cock up her cunt, yard after yard of his precious cock. More and more slid in her pussy, endlessly poking up to her throat, then curling back to wind around her collar bones, in and out of her ribs and then wrap around her backbone just like one of those giant snakes from a tropical forest.

"Uhhhh! Aooohhh!" She awoke. "Shit!"

She felt the sheet tangled around her and the heavy cover doubled over her and kicked them off. She had to pee. She never had to pee in the night.

Those drinks, [missing text].

She rolled and ran, squatted and felt the blessed relief pissing. What the fuck? What was that on the other side of the bed? She tried to see around the corner. Sure as skit wasn't Molly. She couldn't get up now, only dogs and like that could start peeing and then stop. A quick surge of panic drained her. Shit, if it was a guy he could have raped her if he'd wanted. She wiped her cunt-slit carefully and peeked around the corner.

"Jeez, look at that cock!"

She slapped her hand over her mouth, spun her head to look around, then back at the very masculine form. No one had heard. She covered her cunt, held her tits and scooted for her robe. She looked back and gulped. She crept on tiptoe closer to stare down at the tremendous prick. With what little light came from between the blinds, she could see that this guy had a most massive cock, a totally awesome prick, a cock that would split a girl wide open.

She glanced up at his face, checked his skinny body out and went back to that stupendous prick. She'd seen some cocks in pictures that girls giggled over, and some were unreal, like down to the guy's knees, but this one – wow! It laid flat up his belly way past his bellybutton, and then it twitched.

She jerked back. Nothing – he was still asleep. And he was just a kid. She glanced over and saw a note on the nightstand.

Casey read it, shrugged. If she wanted to fuck around all night, that was her problem, but Casey was true to her man Daryl, and screwing around with this half-grown infant wasn't for her.

She looked at the kid's mammoth cock again. Daryl had stretched her cunt with his neat prick, but this cock would rip her open up to her lungs.

She looked around guiltily. The trouble was that having just started with Daryl and having found out what really neat shit fucking was and then to have him busted up leaving her so fucking horny, she was about to rape a broomstick, and going back to diddling herself with a finger was not going to even begin to take away the itch. She was dripping cunt-juice.

The boy's cock twitched again.

"Yeah, you beautiful cock, you better believe I'm about to gobble you up, you nice hard prick you."

She'd threaten him with death by torture if he woke up and saw her. Molly had said to grab all the cock she could.

Casey ran a finger down her cunt-slit. Her clit was about to pop clear out into the room.

Softly she said, "Good girls get no cock and then wonder why they cry and their cunts ache. Look at me for Christ's sake. Of course, this is only until Daryl gets on his feet again. And into my panties."

Very carefully, she lifted the boy's cock off his belly. He wasn't full hard yet. It drooped down, but the prick was actually heavy. Her insides fluttered. She slid off the bed, watching his face, slipped in the bathroom and turned on the light there.

Back on the bed, she saw that his cock was different. That was what they'd said. If a guy wasn't circumcised then a cover of skin hid the prick-head.

She giggled. Her first uncut cock. She leaned on her arm, bent across him and lifted his prick again. Cute as all shit! The foreskin slid back neat as peeling a banana. She licked at the cockhead. Just like Daryl's, only the skin came back unless she held it. She licked again.

She giggled again. "Cutest little gadget!"

Then she twisted to look back at his face. Nothing, he slept like he was dead. But his cock wasn't. She licked it, pulling back what little skin still covered the cock-head. She plopped the head in and out of her mouth a couple of times.

"Neat. Real neat!"

She admired her handiwork. Not only was the cock-head poking out, but the shaft was stiff and throbbing in her hand to stand straight up. She could feel the blood pounding in the veins, twisting the length of the thick pole.