Randy Turner: A schoolgirl turns on

"Ohhhh, shit!" he gasped.

She grinned down at him. He barely had his cock in her cunt and he was an instant addict. "It gets better, lover boy. Stick around."

She still wasn't sure how much she could handle if he began to fuck her hard. She slipped up and down on his cock, wiggling her cunt and taking more each trip. He nudged up gently and that felt great. Nice zingies were beginning to roam around. They found a steady motion with him shoving up while she humped back and forth on his solid prick. She knew that if they kept going like this she'd be rattling off a healthy climax soon.

She felt down at her cunt. His nice cock was fucking up into her just as comfy as anything. She diddled her clit a few quick snaps and took the last of his cock.

"How's that?" she asked.

"Awesome! Totally awesome!"

"I've got some other stuff too. Or don't you like tits?"

She gave him the shoulder waggle to swing her tits and then dropped her right tit in his mouth. She held his hand on her hip and ran some circles before she reached back for his balls.

"Unghh-ahhh!" It came out of him muffled. He had a mouthful of tit.

Casey giggled at him.

She reached back and tickled her own asshole. He even let go of her left nipple at the thrust she gave him. She squeezed his cunt on his prick.

"Ohhh, wow! Do some more of that!"

"This down here?"

She wanted to see something. She held her fingers at her puffed cunt-lips and squeezed as hard as she could. Barely, just barely, she felt a movement.

"Aooowww!"

"Hit me! Fuck it hard! Shove your cock in me rough! Now, do it! Do it! Do it!"

Her voice rose to a scream and she thrust her ass down on his raging, stabbing cock, squirming and humping her cunt forward at an angle to crunch her clit. She was wracked in a tight swirl with lots of bouncing and spinning.

Casey blinked down at his horrified face.

"Don't worry, I'm a screamer."

He blew out a vast sigh and relaxed a bit. "How'd you hold back through all that?" she asked.

"Shit, damn if I know. I wanted you to come first, but much more of what you were doing to me and I'd have blown you right up to the ceiling."

She grinned her best lewd invitation. "Bet you can't blow me loose of that power-pole prick, but let's try. How about some doggie for starters, then maybe some missionary. You have a few you want to try?"

"Won't they be back?"

She smiled down at him. "Look, dipshit, when you've got a girl in your bed naked and hot to trot, worry about a knock on the door when it happens."

He was a good kid, he'd be a great fuck and with his big prick he'd keep lots of girls happy. Right now he was going to make Casey a lot happier. She got on her knees and motioned for him to bring that bacon right on home.

Casey screeched at the sharp slap on her left asscheek. She peered from under the covers at a vicious, sadistic, smiling Molly. So much for the plan to get up early and act bright and innocent. She sunk her ship when she rolled to a sitting position and flinched at the pain from her pussy-lips.

"Sonny was hung like daddy, huh?"

The doctor had mixed reviews. It might not be too bad, but he strongly recommended that Daryl be sent to a facility better equipped and with specialists.

"And more expensive."

The doctor shrugged. In reply to Casey's question about time, he said it could take months for Daryl to recover. Her scream shook the neurological section.

The kids at home were thoughtful. Both Daryl's buddy, Tom, and Suze's steady, Nick, had no objections to a threesome, but the girls said no. Letters to Daryl and diddling her clit didn't relieve Casey's growing case of the hornies. Now that she'd had a sturdy cock, nothing but a good fuck would do. She needed a hard prick to fuck her cunt until she was bug eyed and clumped down to a heap.

Her best friend, Suze, was no help. "Get laid. You're driving me bonkers grumping all the time."

Suze's brother was always too deep in cars. He spent days and nights deep in those greasy things under the hood that dripped oil all over. Besides that, he was too close to everyone Daryl knew.

Casey looked out the window. George was half swallowed by a hood of his one and only true love.

Casey looked again. Next to George was the neatest-looking guy Casey had seen for months.

"Who the fuck is that hunk?"

"Not bad," Suze said. Then her view that brothers were suitable only as targets on a firing range returned. "Anyone with George is a certified asshole, has a two-inch cock, is castrated and may well be queer. George doesn't notice anything but cars, which are sexless."

Casey's opinion of brothers was that they had friends who might be very, very interesting. She stepped back, flipped off her top, wriggled out of her bra and slipped her top back on. She could smell the surfing air of the sea, the brisk pines on ski slopes, luscious odors from a kitchen where candlelight meals were served with wine and no one carded you. The scent of a healthy, strong cock standing at attention followed closely.

"Don't toss this double-tent rig you use for a bra at me. Don't I get a shot at him?"

Casey smiled sweetly. "You've got Nick."

"If you manage to drag his body behind the bushes, tell him those worms squirming out of your cunt are a harmless variety you're incubating to preserve a vanishing species." She glared.

Casey ran to the driveway. She was properly dressed for the occasion. The deep scoop neck bulged with her tits and her tight shorts showed the stitches on her panties. She was in complete control, despite his awesome grin. She remembered her name when he introduced himself. She didn't look down in panic to see if she was drizzling cunt-juice in bigger spots than George's oil drips. Most important, as a polite young lady she did not, throw him with a judo flip onto the grass, pull her shorts aside to shove, his cock up her cunt.

Doug Travers had been to the same meet where Daryl had been hurt. He slipped his hand over hers in sympathy. She closed the one gap between them. His voice twanged her skeleton with chords that boiled her blood. She did a soap-opera bit of noble suffering in the face of utter disaster.

"There's some hope, but he may never walk again." Catch in the throat. "Of course, he's just a friend and he'll be gone for months if I ever do see him again."

George looked up. She silently promised him a ghastly death if he spoke. He didn't and squeezed her hand in compassion. She wished it were her right tit. She leaned against him so he'd know she understood and thanked him. He peeked down her front. More important, what had been a dinky little crease the size of a hot dog had grown to a can of soda in his crotch.

"So, has George shown you around our little village?" Casey stuck her chest out and jiggled some parts. Locally, there wasn't any scenery, but she had some peaked hills and a fern-covered vale he might find interesting.

"No," he said. "And I've got to leave in the morning." He jerked a thumb at a van parked at the curb. "Crank up the machine and bounce down the road."

Casey figured that a guy with a van, unknown here and highly unlikely to ever meet Daryl, could fuck a horny young lady into ecstatic frenzy and exhaustion without any trouble.

"How about a girl guide so you won't be so lonely?"

He beamed and held her by the shoulders. "When?"

She beamed back. "Three seconds while I do some girl things, okay?"

Wash her pussy, pee, steal a rubber from Suze and she'd be hot to trot. The bulge in his crotch grew suddenly.

She guided him out of town to a place under a tree where farmers ignored cars and vans and cops rarely bothered. He led her back on a thickly carpeted floor, pulled some curtains and they were in a comfy, safe retreat with lots of room. They looked at each other with anxious grins.