A Girl Named Thumper Ch. 02

“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.

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.

“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.