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

CHAPTER THREE

Molly walked into the bar with her nose high. She quickly palmed the matches in the ashtray and dug in her purse for that cigarette. She didn't smoke. The cigarette was dried out and dribbled tobacco all over her purse, but it was handy for looking helpless.

Her nose hadn't been so high that she hadn't been able to check the room. Only one guy was really interesting. A lanky sort, dark, neatly dressed, not very pretty but very manly.

"You worry me."

She looked up, startled. She hadn't expected his move so fast, and her radar had missed his approach. Nice sincere voice, just sexy enough to stir her glands.

"Oh?"

"You're obviously smart enough not to smoke. If you are trying to quit, I promise faithfully not to light that cigarette but offer my services as a crying towel and emotional aid to your struggle with the horrors of withdrawal. I'll even buy the drinks as you battle for sanity and health."

"That's very thoughtful of you. But I am quite capable of taking care of my vices."

"Names Fletcher, and I'm sure that you are. Some flavorful forms of alcohol are scientifically proven to be relaxing and beneficial to the will power of ladies in their ever virginal battle with vice, sin and evil. You wouldn't believe this, but some ladies have even been known to fall into the arms of strangers while unprotected by their husbands."

Molly fluttered a hand at her throat and popped her eyes wide in shock. "No! You can't mean it. Why, it would never occur to me, being without my husband at the moment, that such a thing could happen. Goodness me, such strange things happen, don't they?"

Meanwhile he sat, caught the eye of the waitress and slid over on the seat. Nothing backward about this lad.

"Richard's my name, but I don't like Dick since it reminds everyone of a male organ or an ex-president."

He taught in a small college and liked the small town.

She gave him the same. "Born Molly, but when I grew to find boys the most fascinating creatures in the universe, I invented Monique as sexier. Molly seemed to fit a plump woman singing lewd songs and winking at all men. Not all bad, mind."

They chatted for two slowly sipped drinks, got to the touch stage, and she found with growing interest that he had what happened to be a very healthy cock swelling down his pants leg.

After he called for the check, he turned to her calmly. "Do you mind if we use your room? My young son is in mine."

"Oh no!" She smiled and looked puzzled. "She isn't my daughter, but I do have a young girl with me."

He groaned and looked at her grimly, then the light of inspiration gleamed. "Could we? I mean, my boy has slept through earthquakes at his grandpa's."

She shrugged.

She got a shock when the little boy turned out to be six feet tall. He was young, but the cock dangling barely inside his pajamas was a monster. Too late now. She was going to fuck Richard, even if it had to be in the hall by the ice machine. He never awoke as Richard half-carried him down the hall to her room. Ricardo tucked something by him and Molly scribbled a quick note to Casey and added a rubber, just in case. Better safe than sorry.

Feeling each other was a joy. Molly's fondest dreams came true. Richard was hung lavishly. The rest of him was trim, hard, hairy.

She pulled him close to rub her stiffening nipples on his mat of chest hair. She was grabbed tight, his lips jammed against her, his tongue penetrated, a hard hand gripped her right asscheek and his mammoth cock-bulge made a groove in her belly reaching past her belly-button.

"Ahhwwoooo! Easy, you trying to play Jack the Ripper?"

"Just an everyday sex maniac about to hungrily devour you."

She floated in his arms to the bed, before she could wiggle over to make room, he bit her belly. She reached for his head, but he grabbed both ankles, pulled her and split her open. He snorted in her cunt like he was rooting for truffles. The subtle lover she'd expected was a raving sex maniac.

"Hold it, Marquis de Sade. No more."

He looked at her, grinning.

His hands were still busy, but the forcefulness was gone. It took her a moment to figure out just how he shifted. From Jack the Ripper to the gentlest lover in seconds. And he grinned. All the zingy diddles after the attack felt great.

"You son-of-a-bitch!"

He was playing her like an overly taut violin. She had stumbled on a super lover. This time when he tapped her, knees for entrance to her cunt-slit, he was so light she hardly knew he was down there. Her body knew. The tingles and zaps spurted from his fingers and tongue. Then he'd stick a hot, slashing tongue along her swollen cunt-lips to flip her clit, run back to dig in her cunt-hole and rage up for another chomp of thigh or belly.

"Molly, you've got a sensational cunt!"

She gasped. "Right there! Do that! God, more, more!"

He knew and stuck it to her, hands and tongue high as she rolled and banged.

"Yiieee! I'm coming! Do it! Damn, oh shit – wahhh!"

Her insides blazed up. Those little cuddles were boiling bubbles of fire bursting with scarlet and deep-space blues.

He held her quietly, smoothing the skin of her ass and moving slightly so his chest hair stirred her nipples. A suck that good deserved the best she had. A sly hand snaked between their hot bodies until she reached his prick.

It was neat to slip the foreskin back and let the prick-head out to snoop around. She pushed him on his back and licked at the cock-shaft. She watched as she pulled the skin back to see the cock-head pop out.

"You don't have to hide from me, dinky littie cock-head. I've got some nice comfy places for you."

She stroked the stout muscle under the slipping skin. With a nasty snarl, she gobbled the cock-head and bit down on the heaving cock.

"Yiiiieee! Hey, Molly, that hurt! That thing is delicate!"

"Why the fuck didn't you worry about my fragile body when you were trying to tear me apart?"

"You came, didn't you?"

"Through the pain of being torn to shreds, yes." She stuck her tongue out at him. "If you're so dainty and frail, I suppose I'd better humor you back to health."

She knew what to do. The problem was simple – could she do it? Taking a cock like his down wasn't like swallowing a spoon of jelly. She took a deep breath and dropped on the monster, taking the tremendous prick right down her gullet, swallowing and gulping.

She may not have been the first to deep-throat his cock, but she sure was the latest.

She lifted off for air, then promptly gulped it back down to prove it was no fluke, swallowed to rouse the beast with a massage and came back to grin at him.

"Grin at me, will you? Show off."

He was still in shock.

Molly licked along the cock-shaft, kissed the head and sucked it in to twist, then used a bit of tooth.

"Unhhhh!"

"You aren't going to come." She made it a statement. "We've got serious fucking to do."

"When you go down on a guy, you do more than just suck his cock."

She grinned proudly. She could keep him from blowing if he'd cooperate, and he knew how. But she was going to drive him up the wall as he'd done to her. She knew tender spots that stirred up the nerves to fiery jolts. Just a little more tooth, way deep on his thrusting prick, a cuddle of his balls before giving him a saliva bath in her mouth, and ease off. Let him cool.

But not too much. Just a lick along the patch between asshole and balls to wake him up, a ring around the edge of his shitter, then back up north.

All this shit was fine for a warm-up, but Molly was squirming for the real stuff. A raging, hard fuck. She began with a deep jerk, gave his balls a slightly tough squeeze, then stuck a long stiff finger up his ass with a twist.

"Aaawwaaa! Oh shit, Molly, don't, oh shit!"

She could tell from the jerking hips thrusting up and the grunts that he was going to come. She grabbed the shaft of his cock and gave it a squeeze guaranteed to stop him cold.

"Oh damn, woman!" He gulped air. "I thought I could control it. You beat me, Molly." Another wait while he caught up with the world. "Would you be interested in a slave to keep you in silk dresses, French lingerie, and personally blended perfume?"

"Wouldn't your wife object?"

"About as much as your husband. We'll think of something to take care of them." He grinned at her. "I think I can handle it now."

"Back in the saddle?"

"My favorite song."

She rolled a rubber on him. She hadn't had such a great cock with such a responsive man attached for years. Good fun, but what was coming had to be better. She leaned down to kiss him on the lips, and was immediately enfolded in his arms and tucked up tight, her back to his front.

"I can't get to all your goodies," she said.

"No, but I can have yours!" he gasped.

He did too. His massive cock rubbed along her ass-crack until she hoisted a leg to tuck it between her hot thighs. Her nimble fingers wandered.

"You've got the most fascinating body. Can't get enough of it. For a lady your age, no insult, but you are old enough to vote, you have the firmest tits in the state. The rest of you is merely superb."

"Thank you, sir. You have a body women drool over." She reached back to fondle his balls. "Trim shape, flat gut, super sexy ass and the biggest prick in the Western hemisphere."

He laughed. "No, not even close."

"Well," she said, "I'm not talking about circus freaks. I mean something that a lady can use."

He bent back so his cock was aimed at her pussy. She arched to center his cock and take it in, simple and easy. She laid a hand on his hip to show how much she wanted. He let her lead while he kept diddling her tits.

"Fuck that easy shit! Plug that cannon in me! Meat, I want hard, rough meat!" She was jamming back for more cock, straining and sweating for his prick to plunge in her pussy. "Gimme! Hammer that prick up my cunt."

First he thrust his cock up to her womb, as though trying it on for size. She swatted his ass with her fist.

"Damn you, fuck me! Hang my ass!"

He pulled his cock back, then slammed a few strokes into her that rocked her whole body. He'd get it in and swirl his ass to grind her round like she was hung on a crazy swing.

"Unghhh, owwww-unngh!"

She wanted it, hurt for it, but it made her cry.

She gritted her teeth as he slammed his cock up her cunt, angling in thrusts that were clouding her into deliciously tormented swelling ecstasy. Her ass humped back, demanding more cock. She yowled and spit curses when he hit bottom, tortured her tits into oblong shapes with wrenches and gripped her tummy in a vise.

"Fuck me harder, more, deeper!"

"You're a screamer." She blinked her eyes. "Not me… That's Casey."

A low laugh bubbled out of him. "She's down the hall. I meant you."

She looked up. He was listening carefully.

"Casey or somebody and you are screamers." She blinked again. Faintly but definitely. "That little shit. She told me she'd never even look at another guy."

Ricardo shrugged. "So she's keeping her eyes closed."

Monique wondered. Casey was a hot little cunt.

"How about some variations?" she asked. "Sounds good. Doggie, side, you up? We've got time. We'd better not knock on that door down the hall."

"All of the above plus a special that might stir you up."

They started with the missionary, which gave her a shot at lots of his front and some back scratching. Until she forgot everything but how well his magnificent prick worked in her cunt, over blow and came again. He showed no more signs of blowing his wad so she wallowed in the luxury of endless comes, little ones that led to quakers and leveled at squirmy whackers, then more big climaxes that left her gasping and shivering.

"Richard, want to peel that rubber for some raw flesh?"

"Spelunking up the asshole? Yeahhh!"

"Only if you've got some greasy glop for my shitter."

Eager as she was, even the slathering of the glop in her rump got her quivery and clenching on his finger. He held her with one arm under while he aimed his prick at her shitter and gently but firmly eased the huge prick-head into her ass.

"Hurt much?"

"But good. Oh God, but that's good! Feed me about ten or twelve inches for a starter." He chortled.

He fucked in gradually, and found lots of her with a hand underneath. All she could think was what a great way it was to waste an evening. Getting solidly and magnificently fucked, nothing better in the world.

"Ahhhh!"

She wasn't even sure if she moaned or if he had. Didn't matter. His cock fucked in deeper with each thrusts the ripples and tingles he zapped her with making her more excited.

"Molly, the thought horrifies me, but we'd better think about winding this up."

"How about a week from Thursday?"

He laughed.

The more she found about him, the better he looked.

"I wish we could," he said.

"Turn it on, Dick, I'll give you a ride that'll blow you back home."

He zapped her with deep thrusts. She banged back, slapping her ass against his legs, clenching and gripping his raging cock with her ass muscles. She twisted for some shunts that nearly threw him out. He grabbed her ass like he was riding a bucking mare and stabbed her with his prick, making her grunt with each thrust deep into her shitter.

"Ream me! Fuck my asshole. I want all you got! Slam it up my ass, now, harder!"

Faintly, from somewhere back there, she could hear him grunt as he fucked her ass.

"Wiggle that ass, baby. I'm going to come this trip! Do it! Clean me! Squeeze that ass and get my wad!"

She wrenched him back and forth with swirls and bucks that shook him hard. He was too far gone for anything but an explosion that would clean his balls dry. He fucked his cock up her ass and held onto whatever he could grab – belly, asscheeks, tits.

She knew it. He was getting tired and pouring sweat on her back, grunting animal snorts and thrusting his cock into her, blasting her full of spunk in his wanton excitement. Then she lost it.

Lightning flashes bust her brain, her teeth shook loose, bones came unglued and bits of flesh just floated off into the sunset that blazed from her ass. She felt an agonized terror at the overwhelming potency of the energy that ballooned within her.

Then she was calm.

Molly floated off on a pink cloud that enfolded her safely and wrapped her in comfort and sweet, utter rapture. She reached back to pull him close. She wanted him where he was.