“Okay,” 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 was stroking 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.”
Ethan 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. Ethan 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 rapidly like she was hyperventilating. Gradually, she began to move up and down on his cock again.
Ethan smiled at her. 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.
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 forced 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.
