Randy Turner: A schoolgirl turns on

Casey's cunt quivered.

She was going to do it tonight. She hadn't told him yet, but she was. She leaned back to lick the head of his cock. Nice, solid, stiff prick that was going to slip in her pussy, all ten inches of it, poke way in and make her squirm and moan like the other girls. Suze, her best friend, said it wasn't just the length, some were so big around it felt like a log sunk up your pussy. She wasn't sure just how much Suze knew, but it was enough so that she kept asking Casey if she were saving it for her old age.

"Tonight. Tonight is the night," she muttered.

"Huh, yeah, they'll be out tonight until late, I told you."

Casey grinned to herself. She sort of came sometimes when she gave Daryl head, but she wanted the whole deal. The way girls rolled their eyes and squiggled when talking about it made her hornier than ever. It just wasn't right that she should still be a virgin. Nobody, guy or gal, should have to suffer the deep hurt inside – squirmy, panting, boiling over, running to a dark place to diddle your clit just hearing about fucking. She had worn her sexiest panties. She'd lifted a rubber from her folks. She was ready. She was getting her courage up and sucking him hard.

"Wait a second, honey, I want to take my top off. It's hot."

That should shake the shit out of him, she thought. She'd never done it so early. Later she'd let him feel her tits and lift her skirt, but as of tonight, no more tease.

It shook him. He looked at her startled but happy.

"Hold it. I get to peel it off," he said.

She smiled proudly when he lifted it off. He stared at her tits as he always did. She would've been happier if the nipples had more color contrast with her tits, but they were thirty-six inches and that was something she could and did flaunt in the girls' showers. They fitted the rest of her, swinging from her five-seven body.

Daryl bent her back on the bed, then made her all shivery and breathless with his body stuck to hers, his hands on her tits and his fingers searching for zippers and such. She'd never let him go this far this fast before.

"Ohhh, jeez, man, you're making me boil!"

"Wait'll I get moving."

He was moving fast already. He had one tit squeezed up into a cone and sucked the nipple with his lips so it came out, and then he scraped it with his teeth. He was making her shoot fire from her tits, sparks sizzling down to spit fire through her crotch.

When he sneaked past the elastic of her panties and got a finger in her cunt-slit, she humped and slithered sideways, then arched up to find the gadget that was firing her furnace. He slipped it back. It felt as though her hips had been tossed in bubbling hot grease.

"Shit! Shit, do it some more! Oh God, Daryl, why didn't I let you? Oh, shit! Ahhhhh – ooouuu!"

Casey opened her eyes. Daryl was kneeling down there. Swish and he had her panties peeled, but her skirt wouldn't slide off her hips.

"The side – the zipper – you'll tear my skin!" She groaned and led his hands. They got in each other's way, but with the zipper partly down, he yanked and she was naked. She felt deliciously sinful. Being bare in a shower was just naked. Raw without a stitch where you weren't supposed to be like in your boyfriend's bed was marvelous. She squirmed around, not trying to hide but so he could see all of her, her tits slightly swaying, her ass shifting.

He even looked different this way. She knew his frame – slender, tall; crew cut divers had flat guts and flowing muscles. His brown hair, easy smile and bubbling kid's laugh made him different from the rest.

She held her arms out to welcome him and hoped he wouldn't come to her. He didn't. He went down where she really wanted him, snooping around her cunt with a flicking, hard tongue and a nose that made her gulp and twist and hold his head tight for more.

"Unghhh!"

He made strange noises and she knew it meant something was about to wham her somewhere, and it did. This one was a snorting lick right up her wide-open cunt-slit, from ass to clit.

Where the fuck was he? Way back up snorting around her nipples, with a hand still flapping and pulling at her cunt-lips, with fingers folded and then a finger sliding in her fuck-hole and all those purple sheets of flame got closer and wrapped her inside.

"Daryl, do something! Do my cunt! Do me, Daryl!"

His voice was bouncy like he was laughing. "You never screamed that loud before."

"Well it's all your fault for setting fire tome all inside so I couldn't help it." Casey stopped. "Real loud?"

"I think the neighbors are out too. I hope."

"Oh shit!" Casey was mortified and then horrified. What if the cops came or something? They'd have to wait. She wanted it now – tonight. She was going to have that big cock of his in her pussy. She clouded up and began to cry.

"What is it, Casey? What's the matter?"

"I screamed and now the cops'll come and all the neighbors will know and I wanted you to make love to me and now we can't!" She sniffed.

"So that's it! Nobody heard nothing."

He reached for her, but she pulled away. They argued. He convinced her with two overwhelming arguments. They'd argued long enough for anything to happen that might happen, and he held her hand on his cock.

"But we have to use something and I brought one. And you have to be gentle and go easy with that great big prick of yours."

He went to a drawer and pulled out a package. "I've worn out three of these carrying them while waiting for you to come across."

"Gimme, gimme. I get to put it on, but you have to show me how," Casey said.

She looked at his cock. It wasn't straight out hard, but she had the feeling that about on suck in her mouth and he'd be up. She was right without the suck. Touching his prick to roll the rubber got it out hard. This time when she held out her arms he was right there. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her so tight to him that she could feel his chest hair and his big cock like a ramrod slam against her belly.

His hands rowed around, and it was much better without all those clothes in the way, nothing but big chunks of bare skin. He felt up and down her back, cupped her asscheeks and hit a spot just above her ass-crack that made her wiggle like he'd bit a nerve. She clung and rubbed against him. A whole bunch of neat cottony fluff flowed around her. He felt her cunt-slit and shot good feelings up her body, and then he spread her open and his massive cock slid between her hot, sensitive legs.

"Ohhh, shit, why didn't you make me do this before?"

"Ha," he said. "It's lots better when you work with me and don't fight."

"Kick my ass, please!"

"Case, I'm going to do lots of good stuff to your ass, but kicking ain't any of them!"

Casey lay back and let him ramble. It was different and it wasn't. He'd explored her body many times, and she got the shivers every time, but knowing that very soon he'd be entering her with his heavy cock gave her super shakes. He was just touching and holding and squeezing her, and she knew she should be doing something to him, but she didn't. This was her special time, a once-in-a-lifetime special – a girl only had her cherry broken once, and this was it.

He went back down and ate her cunt, her tits got so swollen they ached and her nipples stung from being stuck out so hard. She couldn't believe that she could be so close to coming and not blast off with all the stuff he was doing down there. His fingers in her pussy were not like before, but when he made some touches at her asshole, she lifted up in shock. Then she decided it was pretty good and shifted so he could finger her shitter again.

"When are you? I mean, Jesus, Daryl, I'm on fire now, like a ready-teddy, baby!"