Thumper's Friend Part 1 Read online

  “I hope they’re going to fit,” Mr. Turner said skeptically.

  “I think they will,” Scott said, but even he was unsure. Despite all his sexual experience, he had worn condoms so rarely in his life that he hardly even knew how to put them on. He hoped, as he tore open the package, that he did it right so Mr. Turner didn’t come over to put it on for him. He pulled the small piece of latex from the red package and began to feel skeptical himself. He had a feeling he was going to tear it. He did not want to waste it. If he did, he wouldn’t get to make love with Casey. He looked at the young, curious girl and he had an idea.

  “I want to show you how to put it on,” he said, holding it out for her. She took it in her fingers.

  “What do I do?” she said.

  “Put it on the end of my ... my thing.”

  She reached out and daintily placed the condom ring over the tip of the purplish head. The diameter of the condom appeared to be much smaller then the diameter of his cock. Scott smiled at her and turned it over.

  “I think it rolls down this way,” he said. Casey smiled and covered her mouth with her hand to hide her embarrassment. “Hold the tip like this,” Scott said, pinching the reservoir end in his fingers. She did it just like him. “Pinch a little more,” he said. It was going to be a tight fit and he wanted to make sure there was going to be enough room for all the cum he was going to fill the rubber with. Between Casey and her father working over his cock, he had built up enough of a load of sperm to impregnate this girl with triplets if he gave it to her. “Now roll it down.”

  Using her fingers, Casey unrolled the condom over the shaft of Scott’s cock. Scott watched it carefully. It looked like it was going to work, although the fit was rather snug. Casey giggled while she did it. Something about doing this while her father was watching was very funny to her. Scott found it funny, too, but more strange than anything else. He tried to imagine what it might have been like if his last girlfriend’s father had been watching the first time she sucked him off. That would have been too weird to describe.

  Casey reached the expiration date at the end of the condom and the condom ran out, leaving two or three inches of his cock uncovered.

  “How does it feel?” Mr. Turner asked.

  “It’s tight,” Scott said. “But it will work.” He had the impression Mr. Turner still would have called the whole thing off if he had any doubts. He had to get this girl away from her father. Next time he did it with her he would make sure they were alone, and he would make sure there was a next time.

  Mr. Turner stood up. They both looked up at him.

  “Do you want to do it right here?” he said, rubbing his hands together like he was going to take part in the action.

  “I’d rather use a bed,” Scott said.

  “I have no objection to that,” he said. “You can use our room or Casey’s room, whichever you prefer.”

  “We’ll use Casey’s room,” Scott said. He knew it would be far too much for him to do it with the girl in her own parent’s room. He started to get up. “Do you want to watch?”

  “Not necessarily,” Mr. Turner said, holding his palms up.

  “Good. Which way do we go?” When he was standing, Scott put his penis back into his shorts, being careful not to tear the condom.

  “Down the hallway. Last door on the left.”

  “Thanks,” Scott said. He took Casey’s hand and pulled her to her feet. Her shirt fell back over her tits. He was extremely turned on. This was going to be a good, if not strange, fuck.

  “Dad?” Casey called back to him as Scott dragged her away. “Dad? What’s he going to do?”

  “Just relax,” Mr. Turner called to her. “You’ll enjoy it.”

  Scott found her room at the end of the hall. She was very quiet as he closed the door behind him. He was grinning wickedly. She was smiling, but she still looked frightened.

  “Come here,” Scott said, holding his arms out. They were finally alone. Casey stepped toward him cautiously and he hugged her. They kissed deeply. His big erection pressed against her lower belly.

  “Let’s get undressed,” Scott whispered.

  “Ok,” she said. Scott lifted the bottom of her shirt. She raised her arms and he pulled it off over her head. She stepped back, shaking out her long mane of hair and giggled. Her plump tits shook with the motion.

  “Are you going to take your clothes off?” she said.

  “Yes,” Scott said. “Drop your pants and get on the bed.”

  Casey smiled. The button of her jeans was already undone. The jeans hung low on her hips. She slowly unzipped the zipper, peeling back the side like a banana peel. She let go and they dropped off her hips to the floor. She stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed, giggling with exuberance.

  Scott whisked off his t-shirt. He heard a soft exclamation from her at the sight of his bare chest. Then he pushed down the baggy shorts. The long, thick shape of his erect cock was outlined in the stretchy fabric of the spandex shorts beneath. He pushed the spandex shorts down and his cock emerged again, sheathed in the smooth condom. Casey’s eyes widened again and she smiled. She was beginning to appreciate the sight of it. It had felt good in her hands, too. She longed to touch it again.

  Scott walked toward her, naked. His cock bobbed in front of him. Casey tore her eyes away from it and looked up at him. Scott laid down beside her.

  “Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do with that?” she said, her big eyes wide with fear and excitement.

  “Yes,” Scott said. He noticed her legs close. He reached across and touched her tit. “I know how much you’ll like it, too.” She rolled onto her back. He bent forward and licked her nipple. She gasped and squirmed.

  “How much?” Her breath was ragged. She was trembling again.

  Scott lifted his head. “A lot.”

  He moved gracefully on top of her. Her arms were plastered to the bed and her knees were squeezed together tighter than a bank vault. Scott had to force his knee between her thighs to get them apart. She let out a deep, ragged sigh, as if the last of her defenses had fallen and he had already succeeded in claiming her virginity.

  Scott kissed her shoulder and neck tenderly. She was shaking with nervousness. He knew that if he told her to relax she would only feel worse, so he said nothing at all. His penis rested on her belly. She was stiff and her eyes stared straight up at the ceiling. He had hoped that she would be relaxed enough after an orgasm to loosen up, but it didn’t look like it was going to work out that way.

  He spread her knees wider and set the weight of his body on hers. She calmed down noticeably. He had learned that some women liked to feel the weight of a man on top of them. Her hands came up off the bed and touched his sides.

  “I’m scared,” she confided in a shaky whisper.

  “I know you are.”

  “Are you going to hurt me?” She looked into his eyes to see if he told the truth. He looked deep into her eyes.

  “No,” he said. “It will feel good.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive.” He kissed her again. He reached down between their bodies to move the head of his cock to her cunt. She waited for something to happen, her eyes looking all around without focusing on anything. His cock touched her wet pussy lips and she gasped. He had startled her. He realized then that he probably should have put his cock into her while she was still coming or right after, when she was most relaxed. If they had been alone and hadn’t had to deal with the condom, Scott thought, he would have done just that. He would have to remember that if he ever got another chance to deflower a girl.

  Casey kept trying to squeeze her legs together and Scott had to spread them wider again. He touched her pussy to spread her labia and she flinched. He hoped this petite child would accept a penis his size. She was going to be tight, tighter than the damned condom. He actually was afraid he would hurt her. He touched the head to her opening and she flinched again.

  It was now or never, he
thought. This was the moment he had been waiting for so anxiously. She was gazing into his eyes, waiting with anticipation for his next move. Her mouth was open, her chest was heaving. She looked so beautiful. He gently pushed his hips forward.

  “Ow,” she shouted. Her lovely face twisted in pain. Her teeth clenched together. Scott knew that if he didn’t keep pushing forward she would never get over the pain, so he pressed forward insistently. She shouted again. It was going to be tight, tighter he had originally thought. Her hands were on his chest, trying to push him off, but he was much stronger than her and she could not move him.

  His rod was not going in easily. Casey was practically screaming in pain. He wondered if her father was going to come in and pull him off his daughter or if he was sitting out in the living room listening to it all, knowing that his daughter was being subjugated by a young man with the biggest penis he had ever seen.

  “Man, you’re tight,” Scott said. He pushed harder. It was going in, but very slowly. Casey was screaming at the tops of her lungs and her legs were flailing. She was pounding on his chest, but he wasn’t going to let up. Finally, her cunt stretched open enough to let him in. It was plunging quickly into her and her screaming stopped.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”

  Scott held himself up for a moment to keep his cock from going any deeper. He wanted to check her reaction. She looked into his eyes.

  “I can feel it,” she said again. “It feels so big.”

  “It is big,” Scott said. She laughed. “Does it hurt?”

  She shook her head. “A little bit,” she said.

  “Does it feel good?”

  She laughed again. “I think so.”

  “What’s so funny?”

  She covered her smiling mouth. “I didn’t mean to scream in your ear.”

  “I’ll get over it. How does this feel?” He pushed his cock into her as deep as it would go and held it there.

  “Oh ... oh God ... oh God,” she groaned.

  He pulled it back, almost all the way out, and slowly eased it all the way back in. Her cunt made wet, sucking noises. That time it went deeper than the first. She squealed in a high-pitched shriek. Her eyes squeezed shut and her upper lip curled. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. He ground his hips in a circle to force as much of his cock into her as possible. Then he let up and waited for her to open her eyes.

  They peeled back slowly. The corners of her mouth curled up in a bright, delightful smile and she giggled like a little girl doing something mischievous and getting away with it.

  “Did that feel good?” Scott asked, smiling along with her. He knew it had felt good. He was glad to see she was going to be all right. He wasn’t too sure for a few moments.

  “That felt great.” She stroked his hard chest with the palm of her hand where she had been pounding t with her fist. “You didn’t say it would feel like this.”

  “I said it would feel good.”

  “It feels good, but I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

  “It’ll feel better when you cum.”

  “You mean what happened in the living room?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I want to feel that.”

  “Ok,” Scott said, encouraged by her enthusiasm. “Put your legs around me.” She wrapped her legs around the backs of his.

  “Now what?”

  “Now move your ass the way I move mine.” He started out pumping his hips slowly so she could keep up. He could read the concentration on her face as she tried to keep up with his rhythmic motion. She moved her pelvis nicely. Scott lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Twirling her tongue around his, she lost her concentration and messed up the rhythm. The awkward movement made them both laugh.

  “Did you like that?” Scott asked.

  “Yes,” she said. “What do we do next?”

  “Hold on to me,” Scott said. “Hold tight.”

  He rolled over to his back and Casey shrieked in surprise, but she held tightly to him and suddenly found herself on top of him.

  “Oh my God,” she laughed, still clinging to his chest. His cock felt weird moving inside her.

  “Sit up, now,” Scott said. Carefully, like she was balancing on a precarious ledge, she straightened over him with her legs folded on either side of his body. As she straightened her back she sat farther down on his cock. It was like riding a horse and the saddle had a pole that went up inside her.

  “Ohhh,” she gasped. She moved her hips side to side and felt the cock moving inside her. She let out a deep sigh and settled all of her weight on top of him.

  “Now you can do it the way you like it,” Scott said. “You can go as fast or as slow as you want, and you can do it for as long as you want.”

  “How long should I do it?” she asked.

  “I think until you cum,” he said.

  “Ok,” 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.

  Scott 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.”

  Scott 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. Scott 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.

  Scott 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 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.”

  Scott 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. Scott’s orgasm was building to a peak. He was going to split
that tiny condom open, he was sure of it.

  “Oh yeah,” Scott 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 Scott 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. Scott 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 Scott. “How do you feel?” Mr. Turner said. He was standing beside the bed with his hands on his hips.