A Girl Named Thumper

[jallen944]

A Girl Named Thumper
by jallen944 ©

Part 1

Ethan dribbled past an imaginary defender, cut back left moving as fast as he could, rose into the air with the ball in his right hand, and slammed it through the hoop. For a moment he hung by his right hand from the ten foot high rim, then dropped to his feet and picked up the bouncing ball.

The sun that afternoon was blindingly bright, but a cool breeze made the heat easily tolerable. Sweat dripped from his brow. He had removed his shirt shortly after stepping outside. His shorts were loose and baggy, and the black spandex shorts he wore beneath them prevented his penis from flopping around when he jumped.

Ethan dribbled again, started forward and pulled up for a jump shot, which came down on the rim, bounced up and fell through. He scooped up the ball again and dribbled out to the edge of the sidewalk, which he always used as an out of bounds. He looked up and caught the eye of a young girl as she was walking by. Her eyes were bright and cheerful. She smiled at him.

“Hi,” Ethan said.

“Hi,” she said back. “That was a nice shot.”

“Thanks,” Ethan said. His interest was growing by the moment. She looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place a name with her face. She had high cheekbones, pouty, full lips and a beautiful figure. Her straight auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail that was tied with a white ribbon. She was wearing loose jeans that sort of hung on the curve of her seductive hips without the help of a belt, in a way that suggested they might fall off if she wasn’t careful. The two swollen mounds of her breasts jiggled when she walked and pushed out the front of her t-shirt, which was cut off above her navel and hung like a curtain over her flat belly. The collar of the t-shirt was cut open in a V in the front, displaying a small amount of her pleasant cleavage, which moved teasingly in and out of view. Ethan was teased. The way her nipples rose to distinct points beneath the fabric and gave away her arousal probably meant that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Do you want to play?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t play basketball,” she said demurely.

“Maybe you like to play other things,” he suggested.

“I might.” She blushed. Her hands went into her pockets and almost pushed her loose jeans right off her hips. There was a wide enough gap between the jeans and her slender waist that he was sure he could see right down into them if he was standing close enough.

“What’s your name?” Ethan asked.

“Casey,” she replied. “But my friends call me Thumper.”

Ethan was definitely interested. “Who are your friends?”

“Boys, mostly. The ones I like to make out with.”

“You’re Casey Turner, aren’t you?” Ethan said, his eyes lighting up as her face finally registered in his memory. He was slightly shocked, to say the least. Skinny, little Casey Turner had grown up, and she was a gorgeous young woman.

“Of course, silly. You should know me.”

“I didn’t even recognize you.” He stood back and looked at her again. She looked even more fantastic. “You certainly have grown up a lot.” He looked into her eyes again. He saw in them a look of desire as she looked back at him that he had seen many times in women he knew, including his sister.

“Isn’t it too hot out here for you to be playing basketball?” she said. She reached out with her finger and touched his bare chest. “You’re all sweaty.”

Ethan stood very still and let her touch. “I can think of better ways to get sweaty.”

“Me too.” She smiled again.

“Do you want to come inside?”

“I can’t. I’ve got to get home.” She sounded disappointed. She looked across the street at her house. Her father was working in the front yard with a rake. His back was to them. “Maybe you’d like to come over to my house.”

Ethan looked across the street. “Does your father know you like to make out with boys?” he said skeptically.

She took his hand and pulled but he didn’t move. “Sure. He won’t mind. Come on.”

“Do you ever do more than make out?”

“Like what?”

“Like touch.”

She hesitated for a moment, then smiled again. “Sure. I let them touch me. If I like them enough. Do you want to touch me?”

Ethan smiled at her. He had begun to learn how innocent she really was. That only made him want her more. “Yeah, I want to touch you. I want to do more than touch you.”

Her eyes grew wide and she blushed. “Do you have a thing? I’ve never seen a boys thing. I’ve heard about them, though. I have a friend who touched one once.”

“I’ll let you touch mine if you let me touch yours.”

She thought about it for a second. “Deal,” she said.

She led him across the street, after Ethan had put his shirt back on. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this. He was sure Mr. Turner was going to kill him.

Casey went to her father eagerly. “Hi, Daddy,” she said.

“Hi, Casey,” he said and hugged her.

“Hi, Mr. Turner,” Ethan said.

“Hello, Ethan.” He smiled confidently at Ethan.

“Ethan has a question to ask you, Daddy,” Casey said.

“Sure, Ethan. What is it?”

“Do you mind if I make love with your daughter?” Ethan asked.

Mr. Turner looked at the young girl by his side. Casey was looking back at him with an appalling expression. She obviously thought he was going to ask him something innocent. Ethan was sure she didn’t really know what making love meant, although she might have an idea.

“Do you want to?” Mr. Turner said, with a scrutinizing eye.

“Yes,” Ethan replied.

Mr. Turner looked down at his daughter again. She still looked horrified.

“You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”

“What’s a virgin?” she said.

Mr. Turner nodded to Ethan. “I suppose that would be all right, Ethan,” he said. “Come on inside. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He started inside and Ethan followed. Casey had no choice but to go with them. Inside the house, he went to the kitchen and got them each a glass of cold milk. Ethan was thirsty from the exercise and would have preferred a glass of water, but he drank the milk anyway.

“I’ve known you for a long time, Ethan,” Mr. Turner began. All three of them were standing in the kitchen. “I’d be delighted if you were the one who showed my daughter the ways of love.”

“What’s that mean Daddy?” Casey pleaded. “What’s he going to do?”

“Don’t worry about that now,” he reassured her. “You’ll find out shortly.” Ethan grinned at her. She had a grown up body, but she was still young and innocent, and he loved that about her. He loved that about all girls her age. His penis had been hard in his shorts since Casey first touched his sweaty chest in his driveway.

“If you don’t mind, Ethan, I’d like to see what you’ve got so I know what my daughter’s getting into.” He gestured to Ethan’s groin. Ethan realized he wanted to see his dick.

“Sure,” Ethan said. He looked around the kitchen. “Right here?”

Mr. Turner nodded. Ethan lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and held it under his chin, ******** his rigid stomach muscles, pushed his baggy outer shorts down to about his knees, hooked his fingers inside the elastic band of the spandex shorts, pushed them down below the level of his crotch, and reached in and pulled out his erect penis, holding it out in front of him like an enormous garden hose. He looked up at Mr. Turner first, then Casey. Mr. Turner’s eyebrows went up in surprise at the sight of the thing. Casey’s eyes grew really wide in shock and her mouth fell open.

“Very impressive,” Mr. Turner said. He stepped forward and picked it up in his rough hand, something Ethan was not prepared for. Ethan leaned back against the counter with his hands and let the man inspect his equipment. He watched his hands turn it over to examine all sides of it and squeeze it firmly. He was almost embarrassed to admit it felt good.

“How big is it?” Mr. Turner asked. He was squeezing it tight and pumped it with his hand. Casey realized she was staring and snapped her mouth shut, although she could not tear her eyes away from the sight before her.

“About twelve inches,” Ethan gasped. Casey’s father was jerking him off but Ethan didn’t want to let the man make him cum all over his hand. He wanted to save it for his sexy daughter.

Mr. Turner lifted the shaft to see the balls underneath. He nodded, admiring their size. “You must carry a lot of sperm in those,” he said. “You ever get a girl pregnant?”

“Not yet,” Ethan said. He didn’t tell him that it was only as far as he knew that he never got a woman pregnant. There were, of course, many women with whom he had made love that he had met only one time. If he had impregnated any of them, which, he had to admit, was likely if not inevitable, he might not ever know about it.

“Very impressive,” Mr. Turner admitted. He finally let go of it. “I don’t have one half that size.”

“Thank you,” Ethan said. He didn’t know how else to answer such a comment. He stuffed it back into his shorts and pulled them up. It swelled out the front of his shorts. This was turning into a very bizarre event, like some David Lynch movie.

Mr. Turner stepped back, nodding his approval. “Okay,” he said. “Under one condition. I don’t want my girl getting pregnant, so I want you to wear a condom.”

“Sure,” Ethan said. “Do you have one?”

“I might have one in my room. You two have a seat on the sofa. I’ll go see if I can find it.”

 

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you cant leave it there man!!!!!

 

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Part 2

Mr. Turner went down the hall and disappeared into one of the bedrooms. Casey appeared nervous and frightened as she was led by Ethan to the sofa in the living room. Ethan was very excited, but on the inside he was disappointed, not at the thought that he would have to wear a condom but that if Casey’s father didn’t have one, his chance to take this cute young girl to bed might be gone.

Ethan sat her on the sofa and sat beside her.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, looking very frightened.

“Let’s make out first,” Ethan said calmly. “Just like we said.”

“Okay,” she said, perking up to an idea she liked. She leaned across him and kissed his lips. “Then will you show me your thing again?”

“Yes,” Ethan said. He kissed her back. She rubbed her body warmly against him like a cat begging to be petted. Her lips parted, waiting for Ethan to insert his tongue. Ethan pressed his lips against her soft, full, warm lips and eased his tongue past them. The tip of her tongue lightly touched the tip of his tongue.

He had to admire this girl. For not knowing anything about sex, she was an expert kisser. She must have had a lot of practice making out. Considering how willing she was it was easy to see how, but he had to wonder why, given her willingness to try, her beauty and her great body, she had so little experience with sex.

We’re going to change that today, Ethan thought, slipping his hand up under her cut-off t-shirt. Casey did not pull back from his touch. Instead, she pressed her body against his more firmly to encourage him to touch her more. Ethan was pleased when his fingers touched the soft flesh of her bare breast. She moaned softly into his mouth when his fingers closed around it and squeezed tenderly. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb and she seemed to hesitate, like she was going to faint.

“Oh ... oh, that feels so good,” she whispered. Her breathing was growing heavy. She kissed him again with more passion and urgency, holding his face in her two hands. She was all over him by then, practically sitting in his lap. Ethan pulled her short shirt up over her full breasts and fondled them, teasing her nipples with his fingers. She was becoming feverish.

Ethan took one of her hands and moved it down to his lap. She touched his hard cock and squealed, although the sound was muffled because her mouth was locked to his. She broke away from him to speak. She was panting, squeezing his cock as hard as she could.

“I want to see it,” she breathed. Her breath was warm and heavy in his face.

“Okay,” Ethan said. He lifted her off his lap and set her on the sofa beside him. She squirmed anxiously, staring at the lump in his shorts. Ethan lifted his hips off the cushion to work his shorts down to about his mid-thigh. He came back down on the cushion and his huge cock stood straight up in his lap.

“Wow,” Casey whispered. Her eyes were wide open with fascination. They followed the length from the tip all the way down to his balls.

“Touch it,” Ethan told her. She looked unsure. “Go ahead.”

Her dainty hand reached across his lap. Her fingers closed around it carefully, like she was afraid she would break it, and she sighed.

“Oh my God. It’s hot,” she murmured. She squeezed it tight. “Is it always so hard like this?”

“When a girl touches it, it is.” He loved the expression of wonder on her face. “Move your hand up and down,” he said. Gripping it tight, she moved the skin up and down the shaft.

“Oh,” she gasped. “What does that do?”

“It gets me off,” he said, despite the fact that he wasn’t going to let her get him off that way. He reached under her arm and placed his hand on her firm thigh. She was very warm and she seemed to have no objection to him touching her. He slid his fingers down to the inside of her thigh and moved his whole hand near the crotch of her jeans. The nearer he got to her secret place, the warmer she was.

“Touch the head,” Ethan said. Her fingers moved up to the helmet-shaped tip and her fingers sunk into the resilient, spongy flesh. Her brow furrowed, revealing her growing interest in the object. She hardly seemed to notice Ethan’s hand creeping up over the loose edge of her jeans. His cold fingers touched the soft, warm skin of her flat belly and she looked down at his hand. She didn’t try to stop him. She did suck in her stomach to give him a little more room. The jeans were loose enough that the button that held them up unbuttoned on its own. Holding his cock tightly in one hand, she watched his hand snake into her pants.

Ethan was even more pleased to discover that Casey wasn’t wearing panties. He pushed his hand deeper. Her eyes grew as wide as her mouth as his hand neared the mound at her crotch.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. Her legs began to spread automatically. Ethan was sure this girl would know just what to do when he got his penis into her.

His fingers eventually touched the first hairs on her pussy. By the time he reached the moist, tender lips of her pussy, she had sprawled out on the sofa, her legs spread wide, and she was pushing her hips up to his hand. Ethan didn’t want to shove his finger into her and hurt her before he got a chance to do it with his cock, he just wanted to rub her clitoris and get her ready for what was coming up.

His finger pushed between her labia.

“Ooohhh,” she groaned. Her eyes closed and her mouth closed to a tiny O shape. She put her hand on his forearm where it rested on her stomach. His elbow was poking her breast. Her nipples were hard like cherries on the tips of her tits. The girl was panting. She was overcome with desire.

Mr. Turner finally returned and found them entwined in each other’s arms, groping with each other’s private parts. Ethan watched him approach. The man looked surprised.

“I see you’ve already started,” Mr. Turner said.

Casey’s eyes opened with a gasp. For a moment she looked like she was afraid he was going to punish her, then she smiled.

“It feels good, Daddy,” she said. Ethan’s finger was rubbing her clitoris. Her ass was squirming on the cushion and her hand moved up and down Ethan’s enormous penis. Her fingers couldn’t close all the way around the shaft.

Ethan saw the condom in Mr. Turner’s hand and he was instantly relieved. They could finally get started. He started to pull his hand out of Casey’s pants, but she cried out.

“Don’t stop now, please,” she begged, squeezing his forearm. She searched Ethan’s face for his eyes until he looked at her. She was trembling all over. He could sense the sudden fear in her. He had to do something to loosen her up.

“I’m going to make her cum,” Ethan told Mr. Turner.

“Okay,” Casey’s father said with a shrug. He sat down in the La-Z-Boy and watched them without concern.

“What are you going to do?” Casey said. The nervous apprehension in her voice was clear. The only answer Ethan gave her was to gently push his finger past the lips of her pussy. Casey gasped. Her hand fell away from his cock and she clutched his arm in both hands. His middle finger lightly rubbed over her tiny nub, stimulating her out of her mind.

“Ooooo,” she cooed. Her body went limp again, but her hips were humping off the sofa. Because of the time Ethan had already spent working her up, Casey was not far from her orgasm. The intimacy of the situation and the newness of the experience heightened her sensitivity.

Casey’s lower lip was quivering. Her chest heaved with her hard breathing, making her ******* breasts rise and fall.

“Oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes,” she moaned. Her hips rose when her body spasmed. Ethan was glad she was coming. She would not be nearly so uptight as she might normally be when he climbed on top of her in a few minutes.

Casey rapidly began to cool down. Her loud squeals had become quiet moans once more and her tense body had become limp and relaxed. She was panting and a light perspiration covered the bare parts of her body. Ethan pulled his hand out of her jeans and she did not resist him.

“What happened?” she asked weakly. Her hand absently touched her nipple.

“You came,” Ethan said. “You had an orgasm.”

“What’s an org- ... org-”

“It’s what happens when you have sex,” Ethan explained. He reached out to Mr. Turner for the condom. Mr. Turner, startled for a second, handed them to Ethan.

“I hope they’re going to fit,” Mr. Turner said skeptically.

“I think they will,” Ethan said, but even he was unsure. Despite all his sexual experience, he had worn condoms so rarely in his life that he hardly even knew how to put them on. He hoped, as he tore open the package, that he did it right so Mr. Turner didn’t come over to put it on for him. He pulled the small piece of latex from the red package and began to feel skeptical himself. He had a feeling he was going to tear it. He did not want to waste it. If he did, he wouldn’t get to make love with Casey. He looked at the young, curious girl and he had an idea.

“I want to show you how to put it on,” he said, holding it out for her. She took it in her fingers.

“What do I do?” she said.

“Put it on the end of my ... my thing.”

She reached out and daintily placed the condom ring over the tip of the purplish head. The diameter of the condom appeared to be much smaller then the diameter of his cock. Ethan smiled at her and turned it over.

 

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Part 3

“I think it rolls down this way,” he said. Casey smiled and covered her mouth with her hand to hide her embarrassment. “Hold the tip like this,” Ethan said, pinching the reservoir end in his fingers. She did it just like him. “Pinch a little more,” he said. It was going to be a tight fit and he wanted to make sure there was going to be enough room for all the cum he was going to fill the rubber with. Between Casey and her father working over his cock, he had built up enough of a load of sperm to impregnate this girl with triplets if he gave it to her. “Now roll it down.”

Using her fingers, Casey unrolled the condom over the shaft of Ethan’s cock. Ethan watched it carefully. It looked like it was going to work, although the fit was rather snug. Casey giggled while she did it. Something about doing this while her father was watching was very funny to her. Ethan found it funny, too, but more strange than anything else. He tried to imagine what it might have been like if his own father had been watching the first time Pam sucked him off. That would have been too weird to describe.

Casey reached the expiration date at the end of the condom and the condom ran out, leaving two or three inches of his cock uncovered.

“How does it feel?” Mr. Turner asked.

“It’s tight,” Ethan said. “But it will work.” He had the impression Mr. Turner still would have called the whole thing off if he had any doubts. He had to get this girl away from her father. Next time he did it with her he would make sure they were alone, and he would make sure there was a next time.

Mr. Turner stood up. They both looked up at him.

“Do you want to do it right here?” he said, rubbing his hands together like he was going to take part in the action.

“I’d rather use a bed,” Ethan said.

“I have no objection to that,” he said. “You can use our room or Casey’s room, whichever you prefer.”

“We’ll use Casey’s room,” Ethan said. He knew it would be far too much for him to do it with the girl in her own parent’s room. He started to get up. “Do you want to watch?”

“Not necessarily,” Mr. Turner said, holding his palms up.

“Good. Which way do we go?” When he was standing, Ethan put his penis back into his shorts, being careful not to tear the condom.

“Down the hallway. Last door on the left.”

“Thanks,” Ethan said. He took Casey’s hand and pulled her to her feet. Her shirt fell back over her tits. He was extremely turned on. This was going to be a good, if not strange, fuck.

“Dad?” Casey called back to him as Ethan dragged her away. “Dad? What’s he going to do?”

“Just relax,” Mr. Turner called to her. “You’ll enjoy it.”

Ethan found her room at the end of the hall. She was very quiet as he closed the door behind him. He was grinning wickedly. She was smiling, but she still looked frightened.

“Come here,” Ethan said, holding his arms out. They were finally alone. Casey stepped toward him cautiously and he hugged her. They kissed deeply. His big erection pressed against her lower belly.

“Let’s get undressed,” Ethan whispered.

“Okay,” she said. Ethan lifted the bottom of her shirt. She raised her arms and he pulled it off over her head. She stepped back, shaking out her long mane of hair and giggled. Her plump tits shook with the motion.

“Are you going to take your clothes off?” she said.

“Yes,” Ethan said. “Drop your pants and get on the bed.”

Casey smiled. The button of her jeans was already undone. The jeans hung low on her hips. She slowly unzipped the zipper, peeling back the side like a banana peel. She let go and they dropped off her hips to the floor. She stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed, giggling with exuberance.

Ethan whisked off his t-shirt. He heard a soft exclamation from her at the sight of his bare chest. Then he pushed down the baggy shorts. The long, thick shape of his erect cock was outlined in the stretchy fabric of the spandex shorts beneath. He pushed the spandex shorts down and his cock emerged again, sheathed in the smooth condom. Casey’s eyes widened again and she smiled. She was beginning to appreciate the sight of it. It had felt good in her hands, too. She longed to touch it again.

Ethan walked toward her, naked. His cock bobbed in front of him. Casey tore her eyes away from it and looked up at him. Ethan laid down beside her.

“Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do with that?” she said, her big eyes wide with fear and excitement.

“Yes,” Ethan said. He noticed her legs close. He reached across and touched her tit. “I know how much you’ll like it, too.” She rolled onto her back. He bent forward and licked her nipple. She gasped and squirmed.

“How much?” Her breath was ragged. She was trembling again.

Ethan lifted his head. “A lot.”

He moved gracefully on top of her. Her arms were plastered to the bed and her knees were squeezed together tighter than a bank vault. Ethan had to force his knee between her thighs to get them apart. She let out a deep, ragged sigh, as if the last of her defenses had fallen and he had already succeeded in claiming her virginity.

Ethan kissed her shoulder and neck tenderly. She was shaking with nervousness. He knew that if he told her to relax she would only feel worse, so he said nothing at all. His penis rested on her belly. She was stiff and her eyes stared straight up at the ceiling. He had hoped that she would be relaxed enough after an orgasm to loosen up, but it didn’t look like it was going to work out that way.

He spread her knees wider and set the weight of his body on hers. She calmed down noticeably. He had learned that some women liked to feel the weight of a man on top of them. Her hands came up off the bed and touched his sides.

“I’m scared,” she confided in a shaky whisper.

“I know you are.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” She looked into his eyes to see if he told the truth. He looked deep into her eyes.

“No,” he said. “It will feel good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He kissed her again. He reached down between their bodies to move the head of his cock to her cunt. She waited for something to happen, her eyes looking all around without focusing on anything. His cock touched her wet pussy lips and she gasped. He had startled her. He realized then that he probably should have put his cock into her while she was still coming or right after, when she was most relaxed. If they had been alone and hadn’t had to deal with the condom, Ethan thought, he would have done just that. He would have to remember that if he ever got another chance to deflower a girl.

 

[jallen944]

Part 4

Casey kept trying to squeeze her legs together and Ethan had to spread them wider again. He touched her pussy to spread her labia and she flinched. He hoped this petite child would accept a penis his size. She was going to be tight, tighter than the damned condom. He actually was afraid he would hurt her. He touched the head to her opening and she flinched again.

It was now or never, he thought. This was the moment he had been waiting for so anxiously. She was gazing into his eyes, waiting with anticipation for his next move. Her mouth was open, her chest was heaving. She looked so beautiful. He gently pushed his hips forward.

“Ow,” she shouted. Her lovely face twisted in pain. Her teeth clenched together. Ethan knew that if he didn’t keep pushing forward she would never get over the pain, so he pressed forward insistently. She shouted again. It was going to be tight, tighter he had originally thought. Her hands were on his chest, trying to push him off, but he was much stronger than her and she could not move him.

His rod was not going in easily. Casey was practically screaming in pain. He wondered if her father was going to come in and pull him off his daughter or if he was sitting out in the living room listening to it all, knowing that his daughter was being subjugated by a young man with the biggest penis he had ever seen.

“Man, you’re tight,” Ethan said. He pushed harder. It was going in, but very slowly. Casey was screaming at the tops of her lungs and her legs were flailing. She was pounding on his chest, but he wasn’t going to let up. Finally, her cunt stretched open enough to let him in. It was plunging quickly into her and her screaming stopped.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”

Ethan held himself up for a moment to keep his cock from going any deeper. He wanted to check her reaction. She looked into his eyes.

“I can feel it,” she said again. “It feels so big.”

“It is big,” Ethan said. She laughed. “Does it hurt?”

She shook her head. “A little bit,” she said.

“Does it feel good?”

She laughed again. “I think so.”

“What’s so funny?”

She covered her smiling mouth. “I didn’t mean to scream in your ear.”

“I’ll get over it. How does this feel?” He pushed his cock into her as deep as it would go and held it there.

“Oh ... oh God ... oh God,” she groaned.

He pulled it back, almost all the way out, and slowly eased it all the way back in. Her cunt made wet, sucking noises. That time it went deeper than the first. She squealed in a high-pitched shriek. Her eyes squeezed shut and her upper lip curled. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. He ground his hips in a circle to force as much of his cock into her as possible. Then he let up and waited for her to open her eyes.

They peeled back slowly. The corners of her mouth curled up in a bright, delightful smile and she giggled like a little girl doing something mischievous and getting away with it.

“Did that feel good?” Ethan asked, smiling along with her. He knew it had felt good. He was glad to see she was going to be all right. He wasn’t too sure for a few moments.

“That felt great.” She stroked his hard chest with the palm of her hand where she had been pounding t with her fist. “You didn’t say it would feel like this.”

“I said it would feel good.”

“It feels good, but I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

“It’ll feel better when you cum.”

“You mean what happened in the living room?”

“Yeah.”

“I want to feel that.”

“Okay,” Ethan said, encouraged by her enthusiasm. “Put your legs around me.” She wrapped her legs around the backs of his.

“Now what?”

“Now move your ass the way I move mine.” He started out pumping his hips slowly so she could keep up. He could read the concentration on her face as she tried to keep up with his rhythmic motion. She moved her pelvis nicely. Ethan lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Twirling her tongue around his, she lost her concentration and messed up the rhythm. The awkward movement made them both laugh.

“Did you like that?” Ethan asked.

“Yes,” she said. “What do we do next?”

“Hold on to me,” Ethan said. “Hold tight.”

He rolled over to his back and Casey shrieked in surprise, but she held tightly to him and suddenly found herself on top of him.

“Oh my God,” she laughed, still clinging to his chest. His cock felt weird moving inside her.

“Sit up, now,” Ethan said. Carefully, like she was balancing on a precarious ledge, she straightened over him with her legs folded on either side of his body. As she straightened her back she sat farther down on his cock. It was like riding a horse and the saddle had a pole that went up inside her.

“Ohhh,” she gasped. She moved her hips side to side and felt the cock moving inside her. She let out a deep sigh and settled all of her weight on top of him.

“Now you can do it the way you like it,” Ethan said. “You can go as fast or as slow as you want, and you can do it for as long as you want.”

“How long should I do it?” she asked.

“I think until you cum,” he said.

 

[jallen944]

Part 5

“Ok,” she giggled

She was glowing. Her body radiated sensuality. Her eyelids were closed sleepily over her eyes and her lazy smile showed the pleasure she was feeling. She found that if she moved herself up and down she could make his cock slide in and out. The faster she moved, the better it felt. The higher she raised herself before she came back down, the more intense the sensations. She put her hands on his chest so she could support herself while she moved her ass up and down faster and harder. Her long hair and her swollen breasts bounced.

Ethan stroked her smooth legs. She had taken to fucking like a natural. She needed very little coaching from him. She was bent forward over him and her tits were jiggling only inches from his face. Her nipples begged for him to give them his attention. He lifted his head and strained his neck up to lick them.

“Ooo. I like that,” she said. “They tingle. I can feel it down to my toes.”

He switched to her other nipple, coating it with saliva. He nibbled it in his teeth and Casey squirmed, moaning with every deep breath. She continued to pick up speed until her ass was moving much too fast. He moved his hands up her thighs to her lips and pulled her down until she finally slowed to an easy, lazy pace. She groaned deeply. He moved his hands up her sides and around her back and pulled her down on top of him. He liked to feel a girl’s soft body on top of his as much as the girls he screwed liked to feel his body on top of theirs. He stroked her back like he was stroking a kitty cat, and Casey purred for him. He could feel the hard points of her nipples poking his hard chest, and the soft, smooth flesh of her inner thighs pressed against his hips and sides.

He moved his hands back down to her ass and squeezed her cheeks. Just out of curiosity, he slapped her ass. She squealed and her head shot up. She was very still, her mouth hanging open. He slapped her ass again, harder. She squealed again and sat straight up over him. She was still again, but she was panting like she was hyperventilating. Gradually, she began to move up and down on his cock again.

Ethan smiled. She was one of those. It wouldn’t be long before she was begging him to spank her and even bent over to let him do it. He could never get Pam to enjoy being spanked. It always turned her off. He slapped Casey again. She screamed. Her body jerked.

“It’s happening,” she whimpered. She started moaning hard, and those turned into groans. Her arms hung limply at her side. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open and the only thing that escaped past her lips was “Uhn ... uhn ... uhn.”

Ethan pumped his hips hard. He was going to cum as well. It was too bad he had to waste it in the rubber bag he was wearing. He reached up and squeezed her tits. She raised her arms and ran her fingers through her hair. He wouldn’t mind if he got Casey pregnant. He could imagine how beautiful she would be with her belly swollen out and her luscious tits swollen and tender. The image in his mind made him want to shoot his wad real bad.

Casey’s head had rolled back. She was moaning and screaming at the same time. Her body writhed on top of him, up and down with the thrust of his hips. Her cunt muscles were clenching and releasing his cock, making her hold on him even tighter. Ethan’s orgasm was building to a peak. He was going to split that tiny condom open, he was sure of it.

“Oh yeah,” Ethan shouted. His cum burst from his cock. He didn’t care right then whether or not the condom did break. His orgasm was blowing his mind and that was all that mattered right then. It was as good as a drug, maybe better than some. His cock was throbbing inside her and her cunt was spasming around it.

Casey suddenly went limp in his hands and Ethan had to grab her to keep her from falling backwards right off the bed. She flopped forward on top of him again. They were both panting hard, and both were covered with sweat. The sweat made their skin stick together. He kissed her shoulder lightly. She raised her head and looked at him.

“That was so good,” she said between breaths. Her hair hung down around her face like a curtain. It was wet with strands that had soaked up her sweat. Her breath was hot on his face. She was still grinding her hips back and forth. She lowered her head and planted her mouth on his. Ethan stroked her slender sides and kissed her back. An occasional spasm made his cock throb inside her. He was positive he had filled the condom well past its capacity.

They both heard a sound and looked across the room at the door. It opened slowly. They stayed where they were. They knew who it was. Mr. Turner poked his head in and smiled when he saw them naked and locked together intimately on Casey’s small, childhood bed.

“Are you two finished?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” Casey said, and sat up, sliding down on his cock once more, which was still mostly erect. She brushed her long hair back over her shoulders. In its tousled condition it looked even more like a mane, which gave her the appearance of a wild woman, which was what she was, essentially. It was as if she was no longer the innocent girl he had brought into this bedroom, but had suddenly transformed into a ravishing, voluptuous woman right before his eyes, astride his erection looking for all the world as if it had belonged there all along. She had, of course, and he was the one who had made it happen.

He came all the way into the room. “You sure do make a lot of noise,” he said. “You sound just like your Mother.” Casey wasn’t looking at him. She was smiling down at Ethan. “How do you feel?” Mr. Turner said. He was standing beside the bed with his hands on his hips.

“I feel fine,” Casey said. She had discovered that she could clench and release the muscles around her vagina and simultaneously stimulate herself and Ethan. For his part, Ethan felt incredibly awkward, laying on his back on Casey’s bed, naked, looking up at Casey’s father while she was straddling him and his penis was inside her body. Never before had he been watched by any girl’s father while he had sex with her. It made him quite uncomfortable.

“Climb off now so we can see how you’re doing.”

Reluctantly, Casey obeyed his orders and lifted herself off Ethan. She swung her leg over his body and removed herself from his prick. It had not shriveled up like a normal man’s penis after such a workout, but was still rigid and tall, wearing the condom like a second skin. Ethan clearly saw the look of surprise register on Mr. Turner’s face.

Ethan was relieved to see that the condom had not burst. It was, however, filled with his cum like he thought it would be. The extra bit of the reservoir end that he had made Casey leave for his load had filled like a water balloon and actually looked ridiculous. He rolled to his side so they wouldn’t see it and struggled to get it off as quickly as he could. He wanted to avoid any embarrassment at all costs.

 

[isabell29rsp]

Great Story. To be countined??

 

[jallen944]

Part 6

Mr. Turner made Casey lay back and spread her legs. He looked at her pussy and nodded.

“You’re bleeding,” he said.

Casey sat up in alarm. “What?” she cried.

“Don’t worry,” her father reassured her. “That’s to be expected when a virgin loses her cherry.”

“Am I going to die?”

“No, don’t be silly. It’s nothing to worry about. Come with me to the bathroom so we can get you cleaned up.”

Ethan was amazed. They had just walked out and left him like he wasn’t even there. He shook his head and got up to get dressed.

In the bathroom, Casey’s father pointed to the counter by the sink.

“Hop up here and spread your legs.”

“Are you going to do it with me now, Daddy?” Casey said as she lifted herself onto the edge of the counter and spread her legs. No matter what he had said about it, she was still very concerned about blood coming from inside her, especially when she considered the size of the penis she had allowed to be inserted. Maybe he had torn something, but then, why did her father seem so unconcerned by it? He was actually laughing at her suggestion that he might have sex with her now.

“Of course not,” he bellowed, holding his stomach while he laughed. “You leave that business to strong young men like Ethan. I only want to make sure he hasn’t hurt you at all.”

He was holding a wet washcloth. He was still chuckling as he wiped her pussy clean. Casey flinched. The water on the washcloth was warm and she was still very sensitive. She ****** herself not to show any reaction, but it still felt very good. There was a roar in her ears when her father rubbed the damp fabric over her tender mound. It was a little sore from all the abuse.

Abruptly, it ended. Casey opened her eyes. Her father was bent over between her legs, carefully examining her genitals.

“The bleeding’s stopped,” he mumbled, as if to himself. He touched her labia with his fingertips. Casey sucked in her breath. Her own father’s fingers felt good touching her there. He was nodding and speaking to himself in words Casey couldn’t hear. Then he pushed a couple of fingers a little way into her pussy.

“Does that hurt?” he asked.

“No,” Casey gasped. “It feels good.”

He quickly pulled his fingers out. He looked for a towel to wipe off his fingers. He had not intended to arouse her.

“Do you feel any pain?” he said.

“No. None at all,” Casey said. She kept her legs apart, hoping he might put his fingers back in.

“Good. Well, then, I guess you can get dressed.”

Casey hopped off the counter. Her legs felt springy and refreshed. She was so excited at what Ethan had done to her she wanted to jump for joy.

“Daddy?” she said.

“Yes?”

“I want to do it with him again.”

Her father turned and looked at her carefully for a moment.

“Are you sure?” he said.

“Definitely.”

“Okay,” Mr. Turner said. He reached into his pocket. “Take this with you.” He handed her the other condom.

“Thanks, Daddy,” Casey said, and kissed him on his cheek before she rushed out of the bathroom.

Ethan looked up when the door opened. It was Casey. She had a big grin on her face, but it changed to a look of puzzlement.

“Why did you get dressed?” she said. She came into the room and closed the door. She looked great without any clothes on.

“I thought we were done,” Ethan said, feeling stunned. Casey had made him feel silly, like he had made a terrible mistake. It was true, she was no longer a girl but a grown woman.

Smiling and shaking her head, she stepped toward him, her breasts jiggling suggestively.

“Don’t be silly, Ethan. I’m not through with you yet.” She put her hand on his crotch and rubbed the long bulge of his erection. “I’ve got another condom,” she said, holding up the red packet. Her warm, little hands pulled out the front of his shorts and reached down inside. Her bright eyes looked up to his. She was smiling.

The whole time, as her fingers closed around his hard, sticky cock, Ethan was thinking whether he should show her how to give head or not. He looked at her mouth. She had a small mouth that stretched open when she smiled real big like she was then, but her puffy lips gave her a pouty look when she wasn’t smiling. Her plump cheeks gave her a very innocent, childish, cherubic look. She was smiling then and her cute cheeks were indented with dimples. Her teeth were perfectly straight and white. He would give anything to see those lips around his cock or to see his cum on her perfect teeth. She wouldn’t know what she was doing, of course, but he knew her mouth would certainly feel good on his cock. He would also love it if her father walked in and saw his daughter with his cock in her mouth. He might not live long after that, but he would love to see the man’s face. Not every father in the world witnessed his daughter giving head. But then, not every father witnessed his daughter having sex, either, and Mr. Turner certainly had done that much.

“What are you looking at?”

“Your lips.”

“Why?”

He touched her soft lips. “Because they look so pretty.”

Casey had worked his shorts down, giggling with excitement like a schoolgirl on the playground. She let go of them. They fell to his ankles. Ethan stepped out of them.

“Now the shirt,” she said. She raised the bottom of the t-shirt and lifted it over his head. As it came off he could smell the strong odor of his perspiration. He was sure she could smell it too. He wondered if it turned her on. It didn’t seem to diminish her desire at all.

She stepped up and hugged him. She laid her soft cheek against his hard, bare pectoral. Her hands rubbed his back then went down to his hard ass. Ethan put his arms around her. She felt so tender.

“You make me feel so good, Ethan,” she said in her softest voice. He could feel her breath on his chest. His cock was pressed against her belly and leg. She was grinding her pelvis against it immodestly.

Ethan moved his hands down her back, in with the curve of her narrow waist, back out over the flare of her hips, to the fleshy cheeks of her ass. “You make me feel good, too,” he whispered.

“You weren’t really going to leave without doing it with me again, were you?” She looked up at him with her big, dark eyes.

“It’s called making love,” Ethan corrected. “And no, I wouldn’t leave you if you didn’t want me to.”

“Good,” Casey said, smiling happily.

“Kiss me,” Ethan said. Craning her neck up, Casey rose to her tiptoes. Like an expert, she tilted her head to the side and, with her eyes closed lightly and her jaw open, she waited to receive his tongue and the gentle pressure of his lips. His lips touched hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth. He kissed her deeply. Their lips smacked.

Casey sighed softly, a fluttery breath sort of like the way she might have sighed if she had been crying. But it wasn’t crying that made her sigh that way, it was excitement. She was nervous and trembling all over. Her excitement consumed her. She was about to do again with Ethan what they had just done that made her feel so good inside.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

“No,” she said, looking away. Then she looked at him with a blush. “Yes.” She smiled.

 

[txchick]

that was great!!!!!!ty

 

[drifter88]

Great Story

 

[like2wacher66]

made me come before i got half way thru.

 

[jallen944]

made me come before i got half way thru.

Sorry about that.


Part 7

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it even more this time,” he said.

She didn’t say anything, but he knew she was anxious. His penis was rock hard and wedged between their bodies. It brushed along the soft hairs on the mound of her pussy. It felt awfully good the way she was grinding herself on it.

“Let’s get on the bed.”

She looked past him at the bed.

“Let me put the condom on,” she said, lifting his cock.

“Not yet,” he said and took the condom from her. “I have something special I want to show you first.”

“Okay.”

She climbed onto the bed slowly and laid on her back. Her knees were bent up and she was leaning back on her elbows to watch him approach.

Ethan moved toward her slowly. Being inside her had felt so good that he was tempted to jump on top of her and pound his cock into her, but he knew that would get him nowhere. Instead, he would be just as gentle with her as he could. He would show her many things he had learned about making love. He would share with her the experience he had gained from the many women he had known, each of whom taught him something new about lovemaking and what women liked. He would teach Casey to be an expert lovemaker to go along with his expertise at making out, and maybe one day she would share with another young man the knowledge she gained from him.

Ethan leaned over her and kissed her breasts. She laid back with a satisfied sigh. Her head rested on a pillow so she could see what he was about to do.

“Oh yes,” she moaned when he sucked her nipples.

He made a wet trail between them with his tongue when he moved to tease one, then the other. Her back arched off the bed. She was so turned on she was squirming all over the place. Ethan moved his mouth and tongue down over her flat belly, deftly moving himself between her quivering thighs. Casey raised her head again to see what he was up to. Her breathing grew harder and harder as his mouth neared her slot.

Ethan paused a moment to inhale her aroma. She had a sweet, musky smell. He used his fingers to touch her lips. She was warm and moist. Then he licked her.

“Oh ... oh ... oh yes ... oh yes,” she moaned.

He knew she had never felt a tongue on her pussy before. He also knew that not even her own fingers could prepare a woman for the sensations a tongue could deliver, just as there had been nothing to prepare him for the exquisite, incredible sensations of Pam’s tongue the first time she sucked him.

He lightly teased her with the tip of his tongue, grazing over her lips and around the puffy mound, which was sparsely covered with soft strings of hair. Casey was raising her hips off the bed to try to push her pussy closer to his tongue.

“Oh please, please,” she begged.

Ethan figured he had teased her enough. He slipped his tongue between the lips of her pussy and poked it into her hole. She let out a deep, relieved moan. He licked her deeper. He could hear soft whimpers from her. She was very still when his tongue was burrowing inside her, but when he pulled it out she started squirming anxiously again. If he had done it right, he had worked her up just short of an orgasm and let her come down again. Then he stuck his tongue back in and worked her up one more time. When her breath became a shallow pant, he pulled his tongue out again and licked up her juices. He knew that by using this torturous technique on her she would experience a mind blowing orgasm when he finally let her have one.

“Oh God. Don’t stop, please,” Casey pleaded.

She had been so close, that time closest of all. He was driving her out of her mind. She wanted that orgasm so badly and he wasn’t giving it to her. She reached down to finger her pussy on her own, but he just pushed her hand away. He was frustrating her and she wanted him to give it to her or stop.

Before she could sit up to do anything about it, however, Ethan plunged his tongue back into her pussy and she flopped back on the bed, moaning and writhing wildly. She reached up and grabbed the pillow. Her face twisted up. He was finally giving it to her.

By then it didn’t take much from Ethan to get her to cum. All he had to do was touch her clitoris with his tongue and she exploded into a long, loud stream of moans, shrieks, screams and expletives. Ethan did the best he could to hold onto her and keep his tongue in her cunt. Her hips bucked up repeatedly, banging his chin against her pelvis bone. He was amazed by this girl. Very rarely was it he encountered a girl who was so exuberant when she climaxed. She screamed so many swear words even he blushed with modesty. He would be surprised if the neighbors didn’t call the police to find out what was going on. Her father must have been terrified that he was killing her.

Ethan didn’t lift his head from between her legs until she called his name, then he gave her one last lick and looked at her. She was smiling at him, glowing warmly like an early morning sunrise.

“How did you do that?” she said.

Ethan wiped her sticky juices from his mouth.

“That’s my secret,” he said.

“Where did you learn that?”

“Lot’s of practice,” he said.

He crawled up and laid beside her.

“Do you know lots of girls?”

“Yeah. Just like you know lots of guys.” Casey smiled. “Wait ‘til they find out you like to do more than just kiss now.” She was quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful. “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

She looked at him like she had just snapped out of a trance.

“I was just thinking about who I want to make love with first.”

Ethan laughed. “Who’s going to be the lucky guy?”

Casey reached for his penis.

“I think I want to do it with Tommy Leeruss first.”

Ethan nodded. He didn’t know Tommy Leeruss. He figured he must be someone who was Casey’s age, probably someone she had a crush on and probably had made out with before. However, he did know that whoever Tommy was, he was in for a very special treat, and he expected it would be very soon.

 

[jallen944]

Part 8

Casey was stroking his erection. She rolled on her side and laid her thigh lasciviously across his leg. She looked desirously at his cock. It was long and thick in her hand like a fleshy serpent.

“Ethan? What’s a blowjob?”

Ethan’s eyebrows went up. Well, he thought. Even after all this girl’s already done, maybe I still underestimated her.

“Is it what you just did to me?” Casey said.

“Sort of. Except it’s when a girl does it to a guy.”

She looked at his penis then back at him. “So what would I do?”

“You’d suck on it.”

“You mean in my mouth?” She made a face like she had a bad taste in her mouth. Ethan smiled at her funny face. “Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“How can that feel good?”

“Did it feel good when I did it to you?”

“Yeah.”

“It feels good for me, too.”

She looked at his cock for a long time like she was thinking about what he had just said. She was pumping it with her hand and licking her lips. Intense concentration was carved on her face.

“What should I do now?”

“I like it when a girl licks it.”

She nodded hesitantly, but she apparently had agreed to do it. She looked like she still had some doubt. Nevertheless, she stuck her pretty, little tongue out of her mouth and touched it cautiously to the warm head of his cock. The sight itself was almost enough to make Ethan shoot his wad on her face. She licked it tentatively like she wasn’t sure how it would taste.

“Lick it again,” Ethan said, almost choking. She might not have been doing much, but it felt fantastic.

Casey swallowed, stuck out her tongue, and licked the head again. Her inexperience was obvious. She was licking it like an ice cream cone.

“Lick the sides,” Ethan said. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. She bent the pole at an angle and gave the sides of the shaft playful little swipes with her tongue. “Give it a long lick, from the bottom to the top.”

Casey looked at him again like he was giving her a line of bullshit. She bent her head close to the base of his cock and began to slowly lick all the way up the long shaft. Ethan sighed. When she reached the head she smothered it with her lips and tongue, drenching it with a coating of her saliva.

“Oh yeah,” Ethan moaned.

Casey looked at him again. His eyes were closed. He seemed to be enjoying it, and she was enjoying it too. Feeling encouraged, she licked it more, all the way around the huge head and up and down the shaft.

“Suck it now,” Ethan whispered.

Casey stopped slurping all over the cock and stared at the end of it, licking up the saliva on her lips.

“How?” she said.

“Put it in your mouth,” Ethan instructed.

Watching him, Casey opened her tiny mouth as wide as she could and slowly started to lower it over the end of his huge cock.

“Don’t use your teeth,” Ethan said. “They hurt.”

“Okay,” Casey said. She put the head of his cock in her mouth and closed her lips around it.

“That’s good,” Ethan said. She looked as good as he imagined with his cock stretching her jaw open. Her eyes were bulging out like she was choking on it. He was pretty sure that if he came in her mouth right then she would choke. “Now suck in your cheeks and move your head up and down.”

She was looking into his eyes the whole time. She could only move her head a little bit, but she did her best. She kept her teeth away as well as she could, although they touched his cock once in a while. She licked the head like she had a sucker in her mouth, and when she sucked in her cheeks she could feel the insides of them touching it. She sucked them in as hard as she could. Ethan seemed to like that a lot because he groaned deeply.

This was great. It was like she had a power over him. Since they started he had been the one giving her pleasure, and now she was the one giving him pleasure, and he loved it. She could get used to this, except that her jaw was beginning to ache. She quickly realized she wouldn’t be able to keep this up for much longer. She wasn’t sure Ethan would, either. He was breathing pretty hard.

What’s going to happen next? she wondered. What will happen if I want to do this with other guys? She was watching his face when his eyes opened.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said brusquely. “Do you want to see it?”

Casey let his cock fall from her mouth. “Yes,” she said. Ethan grabbed the hand she had around his cock and moved it up and down rapidly.

“Do it just like that,” he grunted. Casey kept pumping. Ethan’s ass rose off the bed and his face grimaced. She wondered what was happening to him. Then, suddenly, a white shower of cum erupted from the tiny hole at the end of his cock and shot straight into the air several feet.

“Oh,” she squealed in surprise. She was still holding it around the base and still pumping it fast, but at arm’s length, like a roman candle that was going off.

The first glob came down and splattered on the hard ridges of his stomach. It was quickly followed by another spurt and then another. His ejaculate continued to spray out like there was no end to the stuff. It splattered on his legs, her hands, her shoulder and face, his balls, his groin, and ran down the length of his cock like a waterfall.

Ethan finally opened his eyes. Casey was holding her hands up. They were covered with his fluid.

“What is this stuff?” she said. She didn’t know what to do with her hands.

“It’s my cum,” Ethan said. He scooped a drop off her forearm with his finger and put it in his mouth. He scooped up some more off his cock and held it up for her. Reluctantly, she licked it off his finger. “It’s got my sperm in it. It’s what gets you pregnant.”

 

[jallen944]

Part 9



“So that’s why my Dad wants you to wear a condom? So you won’t get your ... cum inside me and I won’t get pregnant. Right?”

“Right.”

She licked some more off her hand. “This stuff tastes weird.”

“Some girls really like it,” Ethan said, and immediately wondered why he was trying to convince her to try it. He picked up the box of Kleenex from her nightstand and yanked out a bunch of tissues. “Some even like it when I cum in their mouth.” He handed her the tissues and yanked out more for himself.

“Eew,” Casey said, making that funny, disgusted face again. “That would be gross.” She used the tissues to clean the cum off her hands.

“Are you going to blow Tommy Leeruss?” Ethan said. He could see it was going to take a lot of Kleenex to clean up the mess he’d made. The odors of the evidence of their combined arousal was overpowering in the small room. He knew her father would be assailed by it if he walked into the room again.

“Maybe,” Casey said. Ethan was dying to hear if she was going to suck the guy’s dick, but she didn’t seem to want to discuss it, so Ethan didn’t press the point. She probably had her own ideas about what she wanted to do with him. Ethan felt it was his job to give her a few more ideas to work with. He put her wad of tissues with his wad of tissues and tossed the whole thing toward her small trash can beside her dresser. It bounced on the rim and fell to the floor. Casey laughed. Ethan shrugged.

“I thought you were good at basketball.”

“I play hockey,” he said. “What do I know?”

Casey smirked at him. She rolled on her back and spread her legs. Her hand went down to her pussy.

“I know what you’re good at,” she said. “I think I want you to make love to me now.”

Ethan put his hand on her crotch next to hers. She already had a finger in her pussy. He pushed his in, too. Casey groaned. He pulled his finger out and squeezed her tit.

“You can put the condom on now,” he said, and handed her the packet.

“Thank God,” she said with relief. She tore it open like there was a winning lottery ticket inside. She lifted his cock in one hand and rolled it down with her other hand in only a few moment, giving him a perfectly fitting latex sheath with just enough at the tip for a generous load of cum.

Ethan was amazed again. It would appear there was nothing this girl couldn’t do. If he had enough time, he would teach her every trick he knew.

When she was done she laid back again, fingering her pussy between her spread legs. Her other hand was stroking his covered cock.

“It won’t hurt this time, will it?” she said.

“It’ll hurt,” Ethan said as he moved over her. Her eyes followed him. “But you want it to hurt, don’t you?”

“No. I don’t like it to hurt,” she said, shaking her head. Kneeling between her legs, Ethan grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over. “What are you doing?” Casey cried. She struggled to look back at him over her shoulder. “Aren’t you going to ... Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“I’m going to fuck you,” Ethan growled. He was kneeling between her wide spread legs. His latex-encased cock stood boldly out in front of him. Her ass was so gorgeous, so small and perfectly shaped, as if it had been carved by a master sculptor with a lecherous passion for young girls. Ethan laid his hand on her bare cheek and stroked gently.

“I’ll fuck you whenever I want to,” he said, surprising himself at his angry tone of voice, and immediately slapped her ass hard. Casey shrieked and nearly jumped off the bed, but then was very still, limp and lank. Ethan left his palm over her cheek. She began to tremble. She wasn’t trying to look at him anymore, just stared straight ahead. Her sexy mane of hair draped over her shoulders, twisted and mussed like it was windblown. Ethan knew he would run his fingers through that hair and pull on it and use it like a horse’s reins. He knew how Casey would respond, too. She would beg him to take.

He raised his hand again. She tensed perceptibly, anticipating the strike. He brought his hand down with a loud smack. Casey screamed and dropped her head into the pillow, whimpering.

“Oh please, please, please, fuck me now, fuck me, please,” she pleaded in a sobbing voice that was muffled by the pillow. Ethan smiled. She would do anything for him by then.

Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Turner poked his head in. He saw Ethan on his knees over his daughter, who was face down on the bed, spread eagle. Ethan looked up at the man but did not move or lift his hand from the girl’s ass. Casey raised her head and turned to the door. Ethan could the pout on her lips but could not see her eyes. Her bangs hung over them like a sheepdog. She was still trembling.

“Are you hitting my daughter?” Mr. Turner said, looking stern.

“Yes,” Stay answered.

“Oh. Okay,” Mr. Turner said, his expression changing. He sniffed the air once, then backed out the door and closed it.

Ethan grinned. Was the man having second thoughts about what he had agreed to subject his daughter to? Ethan didn’t care. Mr. Turner’s little girl was spread out naked an panting in front of him and he was going to fuck her hard. He pulled her ass up.


“What are you going to do?” Casey said.

“Relax. This’ll only hurt for a little bit,” Ethan said. Her ass was up in the air and her head was down on the pillow. She was clutching the end of the bed and shaking nervously. He rose on his knees and lined up his cock.

 

[cmeinfl`]

Hi Jallen,

I've really enjoyed this series of stories and hopefully we will hear more
about Casey and her sexuality. I especially enjoyed knowing that her
first experience was with a black boy and hopefully she will find this
to be what she will perfer in life...

 

[jallen944]

Part 10

"Oh God," Casey groaned. She was practically sobbing when Ethan rubbed the smooth head of his cock across her wet slit. He eased the head paste her pussy lips into her tiny opening. She responded with a deep, primal groan. Ethan held her by her hips and slowly pushed his cock into her.

"Uhn... uhn," she grunted. She was just as tight as the first time. He eased up to give her a moment to catch her breath, then continued.

"Oh God. Please. Please," she pleaded, but he wasn't sure whether she wanted him to stop or keep going. Since he had already decided he wasn't going to stop, he ****** the rest of his long cock through her tight hole. Her womb wasn't deep enough to physically take the entire thing, but he pushed it as deep as it would go.

He sighed. "You feel so good," he said. He pulled most of his cock out and pushed it all the way back in. He heard her take a deep breath. She was mumbling something, but he couldn't tell what.

He wanted to fuck her slowly and make this one last a long time. He wanted her to know that sex was something that felt just as good when it was done slowly as when it was done fast.

He held his cock inside her and moved it side to side inside her, then pulled it out and shoved it back in again. Casey took another deep, ragged breath. She was moaning and sobbing at the same time.

"Please," she whimpered weakly. "Do it faster. Please."

Ethan grinned. He was glad to know for sure she was enjoying it. However, he denied her the pleasure of pounding her fast and hard and kept hi thrusting agonizingly slow. She was wiggling her hips by then and pushing her ass back when he pushed forward. Her head was turned to the side on the pillow. Her hair covered most of her face, but he could see that her mouth was open and he could hear her soft moans. He could also see a few tears on her cheeks. She also sniffled once in a while. He hoped he wasn't causing her that much pain. He leaned over her, stroking her back.

"Are you okay?" he whispered in her ear. He brushed the hair away from her face.

"Yes," she said, and sniffled. "I feel so happy. I don't know why."

"Do you want me to stop?" His hands enclosed her ribcage and he squeezed her full tits.

"Oh no. I want you to do it faster."

Ethan pumped his hips a little bit faster. "Like this?" he said.

Casey moaned. "Yes," she said. "Faster than that."

Ethan thrust even faster. "Does that feel good?" he said. He kissed her shoulders and nibbled the soft flesh on the back of her neck. She shivered and squirmed.

"Yes. It does," she moaned. Her back arched. She was purring like a cat in heat. She shook her hips to feel his cock move inside her. That little motion really turned Ethan on. Casey's experience was growing in leaps with every moment they spent together. She was an incredible student. He was glad he was the one to be her teacher.

He sped up, faster and faster. They were rocking the whole bed. Casey was squealing out loud. Ethan was grunting loudly himself. He had to straighten up and hold her small ass so he could move his hips as fast as she wanted. Casey was clawing at the sheets. He had finally driven her to the point where she was thrashing on the bed. No mater how she moved, though, she could not escape the onslaught of his prick, which was wedged into her body like a huge dowel glued into a piece of wood.

Ethan knew she was having another orgasm when she started to spout out a long stream of obscenities and screams and shouts. When she finally stopped, Ethan slowed his hips to the original, agonizing grind he was using on her at the start. Casey panted to catch her breath, laying limply on the mattress. Her ass was still stuck up in the air and Ethan still had his prick inside her, but she was no longer moving her ass.

He could see she was exhausted. How many times had she cum today? He had cum only twice so far, but Casey was doing pretty good for a girl who was experiencing her sexual awakening in such an illicit, tawdry way.

Casey's weak knees gave out and she slowly collapsed to the bed. As her ass went down, Ethan went with her. He spread his arms on either side of her pillow and set himself on top of her, letting his weight sink his cock into her. His body almost completely covered her small form. His head was over her head. His warm breath moved the hairs that covered her ear.

Casey sighed. She moved her hips and felt the stiffness between her legs. Ethan was moving his hips so gently. She could feel his cock pressing into her, way up inside her body.

"Did you do it yet?" she said.

"Not yet," Ethan said. "I wanted to wait for you." He began to grind his hips in a circle, making his pole churn in and out of her cunt. She grunted and clenched the sheets every time his hips came down and ****** his cock into her.

"When I cum we'll be all done," Ethan said softly.

"Do we... uhn... Do we have to be?" Casey moaned.

"Yes," Ethan said. "I think you've had plenty for your first time."

"What about next time?" She tried to turn her head to look at him.

"We'll have to wait until then," Ethan said. "But next time, don't ask your Dad if it's okay. He doesn't need to know."

Casey chuckled. "Okay," she said, then she grunted.

Ethan pumped his hips harder. He could feel his orgasm approaching fast. He wasn't going to let up this time. He only wished he was going to fill her with it instead of the condom. Her father would know if he did, of course, when he looked at his daughter's pussy and saw the cum dripping out.

Ethan was pounding his hips harder than ever. Casey was desperately holding on to the edge of the mattress. Ethan groaned when his orgasm peaked, and he started filling the condom in gushes.

"Oh my God. I can feel it," Casey shouted with excitement. Her vagina was so snug around his thick cock she could feel every throb and every pulse of his cum flowing up his shaft into the condom. She could even feel the tip of the rubber swelling up as it rapidly filled to bloating.

Ethan's hips slowed, then stopped and he was lying still on top of her, breathing hard. Occasionally his penis twitched with a spasm and she felt that too. She moved her ass slightly to feel his cock pushing at her insides, wondering what it would feel like if he wasn't wearing a condom when he came inside her.

Ethan stirred. "Don't get up," Casey said. "Don't take it out. Not yet." She wiggled her hips again. "I like to feel you on top of me."

"Okay," Ethan said and relaxed with a deep sigh. "To me you'll always be Thumper," he said. Casey laughed.

A few minutes later, they came out of Casey's room, dressed and looking as if nothing unusual had happened at all. Casey walked ahead of Ethan into the living room, where her father was sitting, reading the paper. Somehow, Ethan doubted he had been reading it the whole time.

He put down the paper and looked at them.

"You were in there for a long time," he said. "What happened?"

Casey sat on the couch in the same spot she had been in when Ethan had his hand down her pants. Ethan remained standing. "I gave him a blowjob," she said.

Mr. Turner's eyebrows went up. "You did?" he said, sounding like he couldn't believe it. Casey nodded. He grinned and nodded his head. "I think you'll do just fine." He looked up at Ethan, still grinning.

 

[tryus2001]

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really great story, love the young girl to be replace by my sexy wife and the story for me would be even better....Portland Oregon

 

[jallen944]

Part 11

Ethan was thrilled. Only ten more minutes left for this short Saturday afternoon and he could go home. The sun was shining, as it had been all week, and he was anticipating the chance to drive his car around and enjoy the rest of the day, then maybe find a woman he had never met before.

Then he heard a woman’s voice he did not recognize.

“Ethan?”

He turned to see who knew him. He was amazed to see a woman who looked incredibly like Casey, with same features, same smile and same build, except that her hair was short and gave her a more playful look, whereas Casey’s long hair gave her a seductive, wild appearance.

“I’m Mrs. Turner,” she said, holding out her hand. “Casey’s mother?”

Ethan shook her hand. “Of course,” he said, shaking her hand. Her dress was cut low in the front. He looked down at her attractive cleavage, then up to her eyes. “I can see the resemblance.” He was afraid she was there to tear him to pieces and was only being nice to set him up.

She smiled demurely and he braced himself.

“My husband tells me you took my daughter’s virginity,” she said quietly, as if someone in the store might hear their conversation.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Ethan said.

He wouldn’t know what to do if she started yelling at him. He could handle it much better if she just hit him.

Mrs. Turner blushed, looking around uncomfortably, then began speaking.

“I never expected I would be aware of the man my daughter would choose for such an occasion as the one she experienced yesterday. I always believed she would go off one night and give herself to a man and my husband and I would never know when or with whom.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Ethan said, feeling dumb.

When was she going to let him have it? Did she have to antagonize him this way? Instead, she went on.

“Goodness knows that was the case where I was concerned. But then, I was much older than Casey is now when I became sexually active. I believe that is the case with all young people today. Kids are having sex younger and younger every year, and the risks of pregnancy are very real, no matter what their age. I think what you did was best. I mean teaching my daughter the way you did and wearing a condom. That was very thoughtful.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Ethan said. He was beginning to think she wasn’t there to tear the hell out of him. Nevertheless, he had to do something to make her get to the point. “If you don’t mind, I wonder if you might have something you wanted to ask me.”

She smiled with embarrassment.

“Yes, there is,” she said. “Forgive me. I simply didn’t know how to ask the question I have.”

“Maybe I can help. Did it have to do with Casey?”

“No, it has to do with you. You see, my husband described to me as well as he could the details of your ...” she hesitated. “Well, of your endowments.”

“Yes?”

Ethan was almost ready to burst out laughing. She wanted to check him out. She was coming on to him in the most polite way she could think of. He had to find a way to stop her from dancing around the point.

“I was wondering, since my daughter is already so familiar with it and all, if you might consider showing it to me.”

Ethan brightened immediately. He wasn’t about to lose his head or his job. The thought of what he was going to get created a stirring in his pants.

“I’d be delighted to, Mrs. Turner. Does Mr. Turner know?”

“Oh heavens, no. If he knew I was asking you to show me your ... thing, he would be quite upset, I’m certain.”

“He had no problem with Casey seeing it,” Ethan reminded her.

“But Casey is different. She was a virgin and she was not married. My husband would not have put up with such a thing if that had been the case.”

“I think I understand,” Ethan said, even though he didn’t. He didn’t want to argue a moot point. He wanted to let this attractive woman get her hands in his pants. “When would you like to see it?”

Mrs. Turner looked around the store. No one was near.

“Right now would be fine,” she said secretively.

Ethan smiled. “Ok. Did you have somewhere you wanted to go?”

She suddenly looked pensive. This was obviously something she had not considered.

She glanced out to the parking lot.

“How about my car?” she said hopefully.

“That would be fine with me,” Ethan said, and she looked greatly relieved.

“Good. I’ll wait for you there. I’m parked next to your car.”

Without another word she turned and walked out of the store just like any other customer. Ethan shook his head and went to the back.

Five minutes later he was sitting in the passenger seat of her car, looking into her smiling face.

“How did you know where I worked?” he asked.

“Your sister told me,” Mrs. Turner said. She kept glancing at his crotch. “She also told me your schedule for today.”

Ethan nodded. He would have to talk to her about that. He began to think about the last time he made love with his sister and that made him think about his plans to find a young woman that day. He had really been hoping for someone young and horny, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen.

“Are you going to show it to me?” Mrs. Turner said anxiously.

“Uh, yeah,” Ethan said, snapping out of his daydream.

He sat back and opened the front of his pants and slowly pushed them down. Mrs. Turner eagerly watched every move. Ethan watched her eyes. They stared ravenously like an eagle searching for food. Then they grew really wide, just like Casey’s the first time she saw it.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “It really is that big.” Without having to be told, she reached across the seat and put her fingers around the shaft. Silently, she began pumping it. Ethan sighed. She seemed to handle it somewhat clumsily, but it still felt good. “I’ve never seen anything so big,” she said.

“Suck it,” Ethan groaned, watching her hand.

“You want me to?”

“Yes,” he said, nodding.

Giggling, she quickly leaned across the seat without formality and put the head in her mouth.

“Oh yes,” Ethan sighed.

Her mouth felt very good. She knew how to bob her head, but he could feel her teeth scraping over the shaft. It was uncomfortable, but he didn’t stop her. He wanted to come in her mouth. The car was very quiet for a long time, except for the sucking sounds her mouth made, until a noisy truck passed behind them and she abruptly raised her head, like she had suddenly remembered where they were.

“I want to have some more of it,” she said. Her hand slipped up under the hem of her skirt. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

“Where do you want to go?” Ethan asked.

He glanced down at her hand between her legs.

“My husband is home now,” she said, thinking aloud. “I have a friend who might let us use her place.”

Uh oh, Ethan thought. This might be trouble. Even so, he went along with it. Sexual desires took precedence over any apprehensions.

“Ok,” Ethan said. “But you’ll have to drive me back here so I can get my car.”

“Deal,” Mrs. Turner said, and started her car.

Ethan stuffed his member back into his pants. Mrs. Turner glanced at the lump in his slacks once before she backed the car out, then looked at it every chance she got while she drove.

Ethan wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into. She was driving to the other side of town. He knew a couple of girls over here, but he didn’t spend much time here. It was a nice neighborhood, but it was like a different city instead of a part of the same one he lived in. He hadn’t even known this part of town existed until several years after they had lived there.

Mrs. Turner finally stopped the car in a driveway and opened her door.

“Let’s go,” she said. “I think she’s home.”

Ethan stopped to read the name on the light post in the yard. It read ‘Murphy’s’. It couldn’t be. Not the Mayor’s house.

Mrs. Turner went right up to the front door and pushed the doorbell. By the time Ethan had sauntered up to the covered front porch, the front door was opening. On the other side of the screen door was Colleen Murphy, the Mayor’s wife, smiling at her friend, Mrs. Turner. Then she saw Ethan coming up the sidewalk and he could tell from the change of expression on her face that she was wondering what was going on.

“Hi Colleen,” Mrs. Turner said. “This is Ethan, my daughter’s friend. Is it ok if we come in?”

“Sure,” Colleen said, and held the door open for them. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, it’s kind of an unusual request,” Mrs. Turner said. She looked at Ethan. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to discuss this with Colleen in private,” she said.

“Sure,” Ethan said. “I can wait right here.”

Colleen looked at her friend suspiciously.

“You can wait in the living room, if you’d like,” she said to Ethan, and pointed the way.

“Thanks,” Ethan said.

He found his way to the living room and sat on the sofa to wait. This was truly a strange day. Mrs. Turner wanted to ball him so badly she was willing to impose on her friend, the Mayor’s wife, no less, for an empty bed to commit the adulterous act. Ethan didn’t mind having sex with another man’s wife, nor did he mind that she wanted to involve yet another married woman. It was just that he felt silly about the pretense of it all.

 

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[jallen944]

Part 12

He could hear them talking in the small room just off the foyer. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he knew what they were talking about. Ethan sat back and sighed. This was very awkward and he felt terribly uncomfortable. Despite his discomfort, he had a hard on that threatened to tear open the front of his pants if he didn’t let it out soon.

He heard footsteps coming down the tiled hallway into the kitchen. Mrs. Turner was smiling broadly as she went toward him.

“We can go upstairs now,” she said, standing before him in front of the sofa. She was fidgeting nervously, but smiling. She had a look of intense desire in her eyes. Her chest was heaving, pushing her breasts almost out of her dress. She was obviously aroused.

“Okay,” Ethan said. He stood up. She had to look up at him. She was a petite woman, just like Casey. Her hand came up to feel the ridge of his cock hanging down his pants against his leg.

“Oooo,” she cooed. She seemed very pleased to find that he was still very hard.

Ethan heard a footstep on the hard tiled floor in the hallway and looked back to his right. Colleen was standing in the hallway. Her arms were crossed and she was watching them with interest. Her expression was somewhat skeptical. He wondered how much Mrs. Turner had told her and if she had told her what he had done with Casey yesterday. Ethan found himself more interested in the Mayor’s attractive wife than Casey’s mother right then. He didn’t know if he could bring himself to have sex with the wife of a man for whom he had a great deal of respect. He would, however, be willing to find out.

“Let’s go,” Mrs. Turner said. She started down the hallway. Ethan followed her, sauntering lackadaisically, his eyes gazing into Colleen’s. Her eyes were locked onto his as he neared her. He waited for her to look down at his crotch, but she didn’t. She gave him a half smile that he knew was meant to make her appear that she was not interested. He was sure then that she was. They went up the stairs and Ethan didn’t look back at her.

Mrs. Turner was standing inside the doorway of the master bedroom, waiting for him. Ethan went in and she closed the door.

“I want to get your clothes off,” she said. Her anxious desire was clear in her voice. She pulled his shirt out of his slacks and began to unbutton it.

“Mrs. Turner, you surprise me,” Ethan said. “I had no idea you were such a passionate woman.”

She pulled his shirt open and put her hands on his chest. “When I find something I like I can usually find a way to get it,” she said. She kissed his chest on the sternum, in the shallow valley that ran down between his flat, hard pectoral muscles. Her hands worked furiously to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. Ethan let his shirt fall off his shoulders to the floor. Mrs. Turner’s hands worked with remarkable quickness and dexterity. In one quick move she had the belt undone, undid the clasp and the zipper, and practically flung open his slacks. She reached down into them before they could even drop to his ankles.

“Oh yes,” she sighed when she had his prick in her hands. She dropped to her knees in front of him almost as if in reverence to his manhood. Ethan raised his eyebrows in surprise. No sooner did she have his pants down than she had the end of his cock in her mouth. Ethan moaned. She may have been clumsy with her teeth, but she certainly was not timid when she wanted to give head. She moved her head back and forth rapidly and worked her tongue over the head like she was in a blowjob contest to see who could make a man come first. It was working. He was going to come and he couldn’t stop it. His teeth were clenched together. His knees were just about ready to buckle under him.

“Nneeahhh,” he groaned, and his come was shooting into her mouth. Mrs. Turner squealed and her eyes shot wide open. It was like she had an oil gusher going off in her mouth. She sucked it all up and never let his cock out of her mouth. His come spurted past her lips when it had filled her small mouth past its capacity. The liquid dripped off her chin to her dress and bare chest and ran down into the deep valley made by her cleavage. She tried to swallow it as fast as she could, trying to prevent it from overflowing any more than it was. It proved to be a difficult task. Ethan’s first orgasm that day released a supply of come that had been building up for three or four days.

Finally his knees did give out and he collapsed on his back on the bed. The move yanked his cock from her mouth and left her on her hands and knees with her mouth open and her tongue hanging out. Her lips and chin were covered with come and a long string of the stuff hung off the tip of her tongue. She had the look of a child whose candy had just been taken away. She had to blink a few times before she closed her mouth to swallow the last of the come in it.

“Oh man,” Ethan groaned. “Why did you make me come so fast?” He looked up at Mrs. Turner. She had stood up and was removing her dress. The top around the opening of the low cut front was stained with wet drops that were spreading through the fabric to make larger drops. Her arms were behind her, unzipping the zipper that ran up the back of her dress. Ethan saw her silhouetted in the window like a pinup model. She shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell away. Ethan’s eyebrows went up again. This woman was one surprise after another.

Her luscious breasts were pushed up together in a tight, skimpy, lacy white bra. Her lithe legs were covered in white stockings that were held up by a lacy, sexy white garter belt. The tiny, white lace panties over her mound barely covered the small patch of fur on her pussy.

“You came prepared, didn’t you, Mrs. Turner?” Ethan said. He was resting on his elbows to get a good look at her. His penis was stiff and erect and dripping with saliva and sperm.