"A schoolgirl turns on" - читать интересную книгу автора (Turner Randy)

CHAPTER TWO

"Has anyone told you?"

Monique's voice was so grim and tight that Casey knew immediately that something was terribly wrong.

"Is he hurt? Not dead, oh please God, not dead!"

"I'll be right over."

Casey waited outside, pacing, crying, wondering why it took so long to drive just a couple of blocks. The two women wept, hugged, whimpered and went over the few known facts over and over endlessly.

"We don't know. He's in the hospital. They're doing all they can."

More buckets of tears.

Daryl had come up from a dive. Some other guys were playing around along the edge of the pool. Pushed, shoved, dumped, a big kid hit Daryl in the backbone with one heel. The hospital said only that tests were being made, they would know nothing until they had the results.

The long drive was dreadful. It was devastating to see him lying there hooked up to tubes, wires and stretched like a torture rack. He didn't know anything. He was knocked out with painkillers.

They stayed until the nurses ran them off. Nothing they could do except get in the way.

"If we could do something. If we knew what was happening."

"He'll be okay, darling. Think positively."

"But suppose he can't walk or dive anymore."

"Or fuck?"

Casey looked at Monique. "I wouldn't care! I'd still love him. I'm his woman. We'd manage somehow. There are lots of guys out there who've lost legs and are paralyzed and they have women who love them. They manage somehow."

"You're right, of course. But don't try to hide from reality. Most of them are great guys, just as loving and horny as the others or more so. But, and that is a large but, most of them live very lonely lives, most women feel compassion but it doesn't extend to fucking them. It can be extremely difficult for both. Don't make a lot of noble promises that you'll regret and feel guilty about later."

"He's the only man in my life and the only man that ever will be."

Monique sighed and looked fondly at the girl. She was so young, had so much to learn about life, men, herself. She was also possessed of the most gorgeous body, pert ass, proud, firm tits stuck out with a most enticing jiggle, and legs that made men slobber.

The motel toward the edge of town was low in price, had a bar and a pool. Perfect for Monique's plans. Exactly what she looked for when she was out of town. Or sometimes when she was in town.

She was surprised that Casey didn't drink. She shrugged and ordered an exotic rum drink loaded with fruit. If she got Casey loaded, things might get very interesting. She licked her lips. Casey sat in misery, moping and weeping. She paid the waiter for the drinks and held out the rum and fruit salad to Casey.

"The world has not ended yet. We simply don't know and won't for a while. You've got to get it out of your head for now or you'll lose your mind. Drink. It'll do you good, make a new woman out of you. When you see Daryl, you'll be bright and happy and not the chief mourner at his funeral."

Casey sipped. It did taste good, not like the other booze she'd tried. She stared at the TV and tried to follow the story. Monique handed her another drink, which she downed without realizing that it was potentially dynamite. She got up to piss and her head was light and whirly.

"Come on, baby. Let's take a shower, grab a bite and call the hospital to see if they know anything new."

Monique was so helpful. A strong lady to lean on, a warm arm around her and good sense when she talked. Friendly – just nice and comforting, especially with this emergency.

Casey was surprised when Monique joined her in the shower. Maybe it was a good idea, she'd slipped and damn near fallen. Kind of fun too. She was like a kid playing around with the soap and doing her favorite thing, ass-patting, with some tit-jiggling and tummy-rubbing.

Casey giggled.

The lady was really built too. She'd kept herself trim, no blobs or gloppy chunks. Real neat tits.

"Do blondes have more fun?" Casey asked.

Monique stood square before her and smiled. "You bet your pert little ass, honey. If they didn't, I'd be the first to change." Then she stared right into Casey's eyes and rubbed her left tit. "Jeez, no wonder Daryl was so hot to get in your pants."

She turned Casey around for an inspection more thorough than she'd give a cut of meat from the butcher.

"Take care of this body, babe, and you'll never lack for guys panting after you. Nice tits, neat ass, great legs. Kid, you've got it all. But do your exercises every day, no excuses and don't eat yourself into a gross blob of fat."

Then she bent, kissed Casey's right nipple and sucked at it before giving it some toothy rasps.

"If that brat of mine doesn't treat you right, you know, leaving you gasping when he's come or any of that shit, let me know. I'll crucify the shithead. He's good cock, isn't he? Makes me proud. I tried to raise him right."

What the fuck was she talking about? And what was she doing? Chattering on and feeling Casey's tits and running a hand along her cunt with a finger slithers in her pussy-crack, not to mention some ass-grabbing.

"Uh, Mrs. Dempsey, we shouldn't, I mean…"

"Oh my God, child, don't get squeaky moral and stuffy on me. For Christ's sake, are you a woman or aren't you?" She raised her head back and shook it in despair. "Look, he'll be back fucking you to a worn frazzle soon, but right now he ain't here and I am. So we mess around a little and get you completely relaxed and ready to snore your cute little ass off, sort of like a massage, just some tender loving and you'll be a new woman in the morning. And stop that Mrs. Dempsey shit."

Casey was getting warm and she did need to calm down. Monique was trying to help her and she'd complained, what a shifty thing to do.

Lying on the bed, she watched Monique go to the door, open it wide and squat down to get another tray of drinks and swing the door shut with her ass.

Monique saw Casey staring at her wide-eyed and flipped her hand as though it was nothing. "Look. If a woman had seen me, so what? If a man noticed my bare ass, maybe something interesting might turn up, right?"

Daryl's mother was definitely very strange. She handed over the fresh drink and waited while Casey drained most of it.

"Won't hurt you. Bound to help. That goes for both the drink and the tender loving care I'm about to lay on you. And for God's sake, don't worry about doing anything nasty or kinky. Would I do that to you? After at, neither of us is a lesbian. Just a couple of gals comforting each other while we sweat the health of a guy we both love."

"Okay, Monique."

"My name's really Molly." She pushed Casey back and lay down beside her. "Come on now, let me give you some of the lovin' you so richly deserve."

She pulled Casey's head to her tit and told her to suck. It was comforting to snuggle up to a warm body, someone who knew what her troubles were, sympathized and was trying to help her through her hour of need.

A helpful hand ran down her back and cupped her left asscheek, tingling in the crack of her ass and touching lightly at her asshole. Back up to move her elbow so Casey's hand was on a sweet, soft tit, kneading it gently. This was what she needed to smooth out the wrinkles. Soft words, low sounds and hands soothing the creaks, uncoiled the tense nerves that had tightened her to a taut spring. The hand slipping along her cunt-slit, then the fingers dipping in to hold her pussy-lips between them and pull. It was only fair to do some of the same to Monique. She was such a neat lady.

"You're right. I needed this. I felt like I'm coming apart. All that feeling of being jammed in a barrel is fading."

"Great. If this is good, more is better." She shifted a wiggle. "Try my right tit. She's lonely. She gets jealous if too much goo on next door."

Casey giggled and obliged. Sure as shit was different. A guy's body was all hard and angles, with muscles rippling underneath the skin. Another woman was like her, not exactly but mostly, soft and warm and rounded with handy stuff that you could squiggle around so she quivered and made funny little noises. Like if you all of a sudden snuck down and bunched up a wad of tummy and bit [missing text].

"Yiieee!"

Casey giggled again. This was fun, different than Daryl, but fun. Stirred her up, too. Just running your fingers through her cunt-muff sort of combing it, only some fingers dipping in her cunt-slit like she'd just done, same way, same reason.

"Can I see it?"

"My pussy? Sure. Look, lap, lick, whatever turns you on, dear." Molly was in heaven. She never knew how these things'd turn out. Could have been an utter disaster and here she was asking to eat her cunt! If her dear son Daryl lost this sweet little pussy, she'd murder the dumb shit. What a happy household from now on – days and nights of thoroughly obscene, degrading gross sex. What a glorious future lay ahead.

Molly spread wide and Casey stared. Looking at yourself in a mirror wasn't near as good, all crouched over and your fingers got in the way, but this was neat. She could poke around and see everything. Made Molly jump too. Casey giggled and rubbed her clit.

"Don't do that unless you mean it, baby. That little sucker is the trigger to my happiness."

Casey remembered what Daryl'd said about teasing. Molly looked like she had longer cuntlips, and she had a few gray hairs, but her cunt smelled the same. She licked along the slit from back near her asshole to her clit.

She stared.

She licked again and pulled back to watch. Then she did it again. Totally awesome – the lady could wiggle her pussy! "How'd you do that?"

Molly laughed. "Practice, baby, and tonight you start the most important exercises you'll ever learn. Stick a finger or three in my cunt and you'll see why."

Holy shit! A trained pussy that gripped and sort of rolled along her fingers. "Jeez, that'd be better than just letting him stick his cock in my cunt. More like giving him head."

"See how it feels on your tongue," Molly said.

Casey made a few licks before she went in. She pulled at Molly's cunt-lips, gave her some digs up to her clit then went for her hole. Wasn't easy getting in, but she slid all she could into her pussy.

"Wow, that would jazz the shit out of him!"

"You ain't doing so bad yourself, honey. Just do what you'd like to have done to you."

Casey flicked at Molly's clit. If other women's clits were as tender as hers, you had to go easy, real soft and not bang the shit out of the little nub. A quick lick, off to nip at her thigh, way up to bite a roll of belly and back to her cunt.

She looked down at her handiwork. Bloated cunt-lips reddening and twitchy, juice dripping out, she had the lady squirming and trying to pull her back into action. And Casey was squirmy and wet too.

Casey licked a wet line with her tongue along the wide space between Molly's clit and cunthole, then blew softly aver the damp skin.

"Oh shit, girl, where'd you learn that?"

"Just thought it'd be a good idea." She didn't want to tell her that Daryl had done it to her. You just don't go blabbing everything, even when they were well, as close as she and Molly were.

Everything seemed to work. Blowing air on a place you'd just wet, licking around the edges of her cunt-slit, then stabbing at her clit for a few flicks, poking a finger and tongue up her fuck-hole, and even just dabbling around got all kinds of wiggles and moans.

Casey slid a finger back, ringed Molly's puckered brown shitter, and she twitched up, bucking and tossing.

"Anghhh – oh shit! Ooouuuu!"

Casey stuck her middle finger in the juicy cunt and then stuck it up Monique's ass. "Yiieee!"

Definitely a winner.

Back for more slippery stuff, then up her ass as far as she could reach. The lady squiggled and moaned, thrashing around like she'd been spitted and some kind of rays were shooting out to thrill her.

Casey got inspired. She pulled out and worked a long finger up her cunt. Felt about like her rear, same velvety, soft warm tunnel closing on her. Lots of moaning and squirmed, give her more. She added a finger. Another and Monique was bouncing like crazy.

"Give it to me! Stuff some hard stuff in me! Make me know it!"

Three fingers stretched her cunt, but she loved it. Mother inspiration. Casey slowed the jamming up Molly's pussy and worked her thumb inside Molly's twitching ass.

"Aieee! Do it, ream my ass! Give me some tush humps!"

Casey plunged away, sticking fingers in Molly's fuck-holes and waggling around inside to give her plenty of action.

Still jabbing her fingers and thumb in Molly's holes, Casey got her mouth down at her clit and flicked her tongue at the bud.

"Yeeiiiooowww!"

Molly slammed her pussy up and banged around, twisting and shuffling, yelling and grunting, humping enough to throw Casey back.

"Ass! Ass!" Molly was panting hard and bouncing, but she knew what she wanted.

Casey had the answer in a split second. She reversed fingers and thumb in a fast shift and jabbed them roughly back up Molly's shitter and cunt. She got a squeal of delight and Molly humped for more. She slammed around, jerking and whimpering.

Then her voice rose and fell like an ambulance siren and she thunked up and down on the bed, nearly yanking Casey's hand from her crotch.

"Yiiieee! Oooh! Ungh!"

The blasts of air forced out of her lungs matched her thumping bounces. Casey kept stabbing in her fuck-holes until Molly slowed and grunted.

She spoke fairly calmly. "Casey, tell you what. First we get Daryl back on his feet. Then you move in with us. Whatever you want, you got. The three of us can mess round and have the damndest time you can imagine."

"Sounds fun, let's do it!"

All of a sudden Molly blew out a breath with a soft sigh and struck. Swooped up to roll Casey on her belly, tickled her unmercifully for seconds, then changed to some soft caresses that quickly had her squirming and moaning with pure pleasure. She'd handled Monique with a touch and instinct which had worked the older lady into a frazzle. But Molly was going over Casey with practiced experience and an expert's thorough knowledge of anatomy. With exquisite timing, she built Casey's excitement from minor shakes to levels of quiet and then on to more violent rockers that shook her from head to toe.

"Yieeee! I can't take any more! I'll burn alive, bust in pieces – oh shit, I love it!" Casey cried.

Then the hands, the lips, subtle warm skin laid on her in all the most sensual places. Casey blasted yet again, then drifted down, only to have the work build up the steamy pressure that blew her to smithereens again. She was in an uproar all over.

"Are you about ready for the main event, the smash finale, the crashing final curtain?" Molly asked.

"Oh shit!" Casey gasped. "There's more?"

"You're a little young for this as a regular part of your routine, but now's the time to get you started."

"Yoweeee!" Casey slapped her hand over her mouth, but she still screamed. "No, no, take it out? Oh shit, it hurts, take it out!"

At first, all she knew was that her asshole was getting reamed by a clenched fist. Then she realized Molly was doing to her exactly what she'd done to Molly. Only one finger, but it burned and felt like a hand and a stout arm up to the elbow. Cornholed, but that only happened to filthy girls in nasty stories girls told each other to shock them. Then the burning became a seeping warmth and that probing finger sent tinglers spinning over to her pussy. The thumb at her clit started the zinging jolts.

"Aiieee! I can't! I can't come getting buggered, I can't!" But something had busted loose and lightning bolts were banging around inside her. "Oh fuck, I'm cowing! Turn it off, let me loose, I can't – yowweee!"

She sank beneath the waves of white-hot lava. Chunks of her exploded in bursting bubbles that flung bones and great wads of flesh afar. Patches cooled and she saw Molly smiling down at her.

"I forgot you were a screamer. You need a sound-proof room." Molly patted her pussy and stood, looking around, then picked up a pair of panties. "These are mine, aren't they?"

"You're not going out?" Casey couldn't believe it.

"Honey, when you're as old as I am, you grab every opportunity to get all the cock you can." She looked at the panties again and tossed them away. "You were marvelous, but the night is young and there just might be a stiff cock out there waiting for me."

She wriggled into a simple skirt, slipped a plain top over her head, then looked at Casey.

"Sleep so you can be bright and lighten Daryl's mind," she said.

She smiled fondly down at Casey, came over to kiss her on the lips, and to Casey's shock, slipped a finger up her cunt. Then she licked her finger thoughtfully.

"Nice, but don't you have chocolate?"

"Try a scoop from the next one back." Casey couldn't believe that she'd said that aloud, much less even thought such a thing. She covered her mouth with a hand.

Molly laughed.

After the door had closed, Casey lay quietly, staring at the TV without having the vaguest notion of what was on the screen. She was worn out.