Read Thumper's Friend Part 1 Online

Authors: Jack Allen

Tags: #Erotica

Thumper's Friend Part 1 (2 page)

     
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,” Scott 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,” Scott 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.
 
“Ok,” he said.
 
“Under one condition.
 
I don’t want my girl getting pregnant, so I want you to wear a condom.”

     
“Sure,” Scott 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.”

     
Mr. Turner went down the hall and disappeared into one of the bedrooms.
 
Casey appeared nervous and frightened as she was led by Scott to the sofa in the living room.
 
Scott 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.

     
Scott 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,” Scott said calmly.
 
“Just like we said.”

     
“Ok,” 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,” Scott said.

     
He kissed her back.
 
She rubbed her body warmly against him like a cat begging to be petted.
 
Her lips parted, waiting for Scott to insert his tongue.
 
Scott 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, Scott 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.
 
Scott 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.
 
Scott pulled her short shirt up over her full breasts and fondled them, teasing her nipples with his fingers.
 
She was becoming feverish.

     
Scott 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.

     
“Ok,” Scott 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.
 
Scott 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,” Scott 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,” Scott 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 Scott’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.

     
Scott 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.
 
Scott 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.
 
Scott 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.
 
Scott 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.

     
Scott’s finger was rubbing her clitoris.
 
Her ass was squirming on the cushion and her hand moved up and down Scott’s enormous penis.
 
Her fingers couldn’t close all the way around the shaft.

     
Scott 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 Scott’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,” Scott told Mr. Turner.

     
“Ok,” 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 Scott 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 Scott 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 exposed breasts rise and fall.

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