Thumper's Friend Part 1

by Jack Allen

  “I’m gonna cum,” he said brusquely. “Do you want to see it?”

  Casey let his cock fall from her mouth. “Yes,” she said. Scott grabbed the hand she had around his cock and moved it up and down rapidly.

  “Do it just like that,” he grunted. Casey kept pumping. Scott’s ass rose off the bed and his face grimaced. She wondered what was happening to him. Then, suddenly, a white shower of cum erupted from the tiny hole at the end of his cock and shot straight into the air several feet.

  “Oh,” she squealed in surprise. She was still holding it around the base and still pumping it fast, but at arm’s length, like a roman candle that was going off.

  The first glob came down and splattered on the hard ridges of his stomach. It was quickly followed by another spurt and then another. His ejaculate continued to spray out like there was no end to the stuff. It splattered on his legs, her hands, her shoulder and face, his balls, his groin, and ran down the length of his cock like a waterfall.

  Scott finally opened his eyes. Casey was holding her hands up. They were covered with his fluid.

  “What is this stuff?” she said. She didn’t know what to do with her hands.

  “It’s my cum,” Scott said. He scooped a drop off her forearm with his finger and put it in his mouth. He scooped up some more off his cock and held it up for her. Reluctantly, she licked it off his finger. “It’s got my sperm in it. It’s what gets you pregnant.”

  “So that’s why my Dad wants you to wear a condom? So you won’t get your ... cum inside me and I won’t get pregnant. Right?”

  “Right.”

  She licked some more off her hand. “This stuff tastes weird.”

  “Some girls really like it,” Scott said, and immediately wondered why he was trying to convince her to try it. He picked up the box of Kleenex from her nightstand and yanked out a bunch of tissues. “Some even like it when I cum in their mouth.” He handed her the tissues and yanked out more for himself.

  “Eew,” Casey said, making that funny, disgusted face again. “That would be gross.” She used the tissues to clean the cum off her hands.

  “Are you going to blow Tommy Leeruss?” Scott said. He could see it was going to take a lot of Kleenex to clean up the mess he’d made. The odors of the evidence of their combined arousal was overpowering in the small room. He knew her father would be assailed by it if he walked into the room again.

  “Maybe,” Casey said. Scott was dying to hear if she was going to suck the guy’s dick, but she didn’t seem to want to discuss it, so Scott didn’t press the point. She probably had her own ideas about what she wanted to do with him. Scott felt it was his job to give her a few more ideas to work with. He put her wad of tissues with his wad of tissues and tossed the whole thing toward her small trash can beside her dresser. It bounced on the rim and fell to the floor. Casey laughed. Scott shrugged.

  “I thought you were good at basketball.”

  “I play hockey,” he said. “What do I know?”

  Casey smirked at him. She rolled on her back and spread her legs. Her hand went down to her pussy.

  “I know what you’re good at,” she said. “I think I want you to make love to me now.”

  Scott put his hand on her crotch next to hers. She already had a finger in her pussy. He pushed his in, too. Casey groaned. He pulled his finger out and squeezed her tit.

  “You can put the condom on now,” he said, and handed her the packet.

  “Thank God,” she said with relief. She tore it open like there was a winning lottery ticket inside. She lifted his cock in one hand and rolled it down with her other hand in only a few moment, giving him a perfectly fitting latex sheath with just enough at the tip for a generous load of cum.

  Scott was amazed again. It would appear there was nothing this girl couldn’t do. If he had enough time, he would teach her every trick he knew.

  When she was done she laid back again, fingering her pussy between her spread legs. Her other hand was stroking his covered cock.

  “It won’t hurt this time, will it?” she said.

  “It’ll hurt,” Scott said as he moved over her. Her eyes followed him. “But you want it to hurt, don’t you?”

  “No. I don’t like it to hurt,” she said, shaking her head. Kneeling between her legs, Scott grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over. “What are you doing?” Casey cried. She struggled to look back at him over her shoulder. “Aren’t you going to ... Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

  “I’m going to fuck you,” Scott growled. He was kneeling between her wide spread legs. His latex-encased cock stood boldly out in front of him. Her ass was so gorgeous, so small and perfectly shaped, as if it had been carved by a master sculptor with a lecherous passion for young girls. Scott laid his hand on her bare cheek and stroked gently.

  “I’ll fuck you whenever I want to,” he said, surprising himself at his angry tone of voice, and immediately slapped her ass hard. Casey shrieked and nearly jumped off the bed, but then was very still, limp and lank. Scott left his palm over her cheek. She began to tremble. She wasn’t trying to look at him anymore, just stared straight ahead. Her sexy mane of hair draped over her shoulders, twisted and mussed like it was windblown. Scott knew he would run his fingers through that hair and pull on it and use it like a horse’s reins. He knew how Casey would respond, too. She would beg him to take.

  He raised his hand again. She tensed perceptibly, anticipating the strike. He brought his hand down with a loud smack. Casey screamed and dropped her head into the pillow, whimpering.

  “Oh please, please, please, fuck me now, fuck me, please,” she pleaded in a sobbing voice that was muffled by the pillow. Scott smiled. She would do anything for him by then.

  Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Turner poked his head in. He saw Scott on his knees over his daughter, who was face down on the bed, spread eagle. Scott looked up at the man but did not move or lift his hand from the girl’s ass. Casey raised her head and turned to the door. Scott could the pout on her lips but could not see her eyes. Her bangs hung over them like a sheepdog. She was still trembling.

  “Are you hitting my daughter?” Mr. Turner said, looking stern.

  “Yes,” Scott said.

  “Oh. Ok,” Mr. Turner said, his expression changing. He sniffed the air once, then backed out the door and closed it.

  Scott grinned. Was the man having second thoughts about what he had agreed to subject his daughter to? Scott didn’t care. Mr. Turner’s little girl was spread out naked an panting in front of him and he was going to fuck her hard. He pulled her ass up.

  “What are you going to do?” Casey said.

  “Relax. This’ll only hurt for a little bit,” Scott said. Her ass was up in the air and her head was down on the pillow. She was clutching the end of the bed and shaking nervously. He rose on his knees and lined up his cock.

  “Oh God,” Casey groaned. She was practically sobbing when Scott rubbed the smooth head of his cock across her wet slit. He eased the head paste her pussy lips into her tiny opening. She responded with a deep, primal groan. Scott held her by her hips and slowly pushed his cock into her.

  “Uhn... uhn,” she grunted. She was just as tight as the first time. He eased up to give her a moment to catch her breath, then continued.

  “Oh God. Please. Please,” she pleaded, but he wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to stop or keep going. Since he had already decided he wasn’t going to stop, he forced the rest of his long cock through her tight hole. Her womb wasn’t deep enough to physically take the entire thing, but he pushed it as deep as it would go.

  He sighed. “You feel so good,” he said. He pulled most of his cock out and pushed it all the way back in. He heard her take a deep breath. She was mumbling something, but he couldn’t tell what.

  He wanted to fuck her slowly and make this one last a long time. He wanted her to know that sex was something that felt just as good when it was done slowly as when it was done fast.

  He held his
cock inside her and moved it side to side inside her, then pulled it out and shoved it back in again. Casey took another deep, ragged breath. She was moaning and sobbing at the same time.

  “Please,” she whimpered weakly. “Do it faster. Please.”

  Scott grinned. He was glad to know for sure she was enjoying it. However, he denied her the pleasure of pounding her fast and hard and kept hi thrusting agonizingly slow. She was wiggling her hips by then and pushing her ass back when he pushed forward. Her head was turned to the side on the pillow. Her hair covered most of her face, but he could see that her mouth was open and he could hear her soft moans. He could also see a few tears on her cheeks. She also sniffled once in a while. He hoped he wasn’t causing her that much pain. He leaned over her, stroking her back.

  “Are you Ok?” he whispered in her ear. He brushed the hair away from her face.

  “Yes,” she said, and sniffled. “I feel so happy. I don’t know why.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” His hands enclosed her ribcage and he squeezed her full tits.

  “Oh no. I want you to do it faster.”

  Scott pumped his hips a little bit faster. “Like this?” he said.

  Casey moaned. “Yes,” she said. “Faster than that.”

  Scott thrust even faster. “Does that feel good?” he said. He kissed her shoulders and nibbled the soft flesh on the back of her neck. She shivered and squirmed.

  “Yes. It does,” she moaned. Her back arched. She was purring like a cat in heat. She shook her hips to feel his cock move inside her. That little motion really turned Scott on. Casey’s experience was growing in leaps with every moment they spent together. She was an incredible student. He was glad he was the one to be her teacher.

  He sped up, faster and faster. They were rocking the whole bed. Casey was squealing out loud. Scott was grunting loudly himself. He had to straighten up and hold her small ass so he could move his hips as fast as she wanted. Casey was clawing at the sheets. He had finally driven her to the point where she was thrashing on the bed. No mater how she moved, though, she could not escape the onslaught of his prick, which was wedged into her body like a huge dowel glued into a piece of wood.

  Scott knew she was having another orgasm when she started to spout out a long stream of obscenities and screams and shouts. When she finally stopped, Scott slowed his hips to the original, agonizing grind he was using on her at the start. Casey panted to catch her breath, laying limply on the mattress. Her ass was still stuck up in the air and Scott still had his prick inside her, but she was no longer moving her ass.

  He could see she was exhausted. How many times had she cum today? He had cum only twice so far, but Casey was doing pretty good for a girl who was experiencing her sexual awakening in such an illicit, tawdry way.

  Casey’s weak knees gave out and she slowly collapsed to the bed. As her ass went down, Scott went with her. He spread his arms on either side of her pillow and set himself on top of her, letting his weight sink his cock into her. His body almost completely covered her small form. His head was over her head. His warm breath moved the hairs that covered her ear.

  Casey sighed. She moved her hips and felt the stiffness between her legs. Scott was moving his hips so gently. She could feel his cock pressing into her, way up inside her body.

  “Did you do it yet?” she said.

  “Not yet,” Scott said. “I wanted to wait for you.” He began to grind his hips in a circle, making his pole churn in and out of her cunt. She grunted and clenched the sheets every time his hips came down and forced his cock into her.

  “When I cum we’ll be all done,” Scott said softly.

  “Do we... uhn... Do we have to be?” Casey moaned.

  “Yes,” Scott said. “I think you’ve had plenty for your first time.”

  “What about next time?” She tried to turn her head to look at him.

  “We’ll have to wait until then,” Scott said. “But next time, don’t ask your Dad if it’s Ok. He doesn’t need to know.”

  Casey chuckled. “Ok,” she said, then she grunted.

  Scott pumped his hips harder. He could feel his orgasm approaching fast. He wasn’t going to let up this time. He only wished he was going to fill her with it instead of the condom. Her father would know if he did, of course, when he looked at his daughter’s pussy and saw the cum dripping out.

  Scott was pounding his hips harder than ever. Casey was desperately holding on to the edge of the mattress. Scott groaned when his orgasm peaked, and he started filling the condom in gushes.

  “Oh my God. I can feel it,” Casey shouted with excitement. Her vagina was so snug around his thick cock she could feel every throb and every pulse of his cum flowing up his shaft into the condom. She could even feel the tip of the rubber swelling up as it rapidly filled to bloating.

  Scott’s hips slowed, then stopped and he was lying still on top of her, breathing hard. Occasionally his penis twitched with a spasm and she felt that too. She moved her ass slightly to feel his cock pushing at her insides, wondering what it would feel like if he wasn’t wearing a condom when he came inside her.

  Scott stirred. “Don’t get up,” Casey said. “Don’t take it out. Not yet.” She wiggled her hips again. “I like to feel you on top of me.”

  “Ok,” Scott said and relaxed with a deep sigh. “To me you’ll always be Thumper,” he said. Casey laughed.

  A few minutes later, they came out of Casey’s room, dressed and looking as if nothing unusual had happened at all. Casey walked ahead of Scott into the living room, where her father was sitting, reading the paper. Somehow, Scott doubted he had been reading it the whole time.

  He put down the paper and looked at them.

  “You were in there for a long time,” he said. “What happened?”

  Casey sat on the couch in the same spot she had been in when Scott had his hand down her pants. Scott remained standing. “I gave him a blowjob,” she said.

  Mr. Turner’s eyebrows went up. “You did?” he said, sounding like he couldn’t believe it. Casey nodded. He grinned and nodded his head. “I think you’ll do just fine.” He looked up at Scott, still grinning.

  * * * *

  Scott was thrilled. Only ten more minutes left for this short Saturday afternoon and he could go home. The sun was shining, as it had been all week, and he was anticipating the chance to drive his car around and enjoy the rest of the day, then maybe find a woman he had never met before.

  Then he heard a woman’s voice he did not recognize. “Scott?”

  He turned to see who knew him. He was amazed to see a woman who looked incredibly like Casey, with same features, same smile and same build, except that her hair was short and gave her a more playful look, whereas Casey’s long hair gave her a seductive, wild appearance. “I’m Mrs. Turner,” she said, holding out her hand. “Casey’s mother?”

  Scott shook her hand. “Of course,” he said, shaking her hand. Her dress was cut low in the front. He looked down at her attractive cleavage, then up to her eyes. “I can see the resemblance.” He was afraid she was there to tear him to pieces and was only being nice to set him up.

  She smiled demurely and he braced himself. “My husband tells me you took my daughter’s virginity,” she said quietly, as if someone in the store might hear their conversation.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Scott said. He wouldn’t know what to do if she started yelling at him. He could handle it much better if she just hit him.

  Mrs. Turner blushed, looking around uncomfortably, then began speaking. “I never expected I would be aware of the man my daughter would choose for such an occasion as the one she experienced yesterday. I always believed she would go off one night and give herself to a man and my husband and I would never know when or with whom.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Scott said, feeling dumb. When was she going to let him have it? Did she have to antagonize him this way? Instead, she went on.

  “Goodness knows that was the case where I was concerned. But then, I
was much older than Casey is now when I became sexually active. I believe that is the case with all young people today. Kids are having sex younger and younger every year, and the risks of pregnancy are very real, no matter what their age. I think what you did was best. I mean teaching my daughter the way you did and wearing a condom. That was very thoughtful.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Scott said. He was beginning to think she wasn’t there to tear the hell out of him. Nevertheless, he had to do something to make her get to the point. “If you don’t mind, I wonder if you might have something you wanted to ask me.”

  She smiled with embarrassment. “Yes, there is,” she said. “Forgive me. I simply didn’t know how to ask the question I have.”

  “Maybe I can help. Did it have to do with Casey?”

  “No, it has to do with you. You see, my husband described to me as well as he could the details of your ...” she hesitated. “Well, of your endowments.”

  “Yes?” Scott was almost ready to burst out laughing. She wanted to check him out. She was coming on to him in the most polite way she could think of. He had to find a way to stop her from dancing around the point.

  “I was wondering, since my daughter is already so familiar with it and all, if you might consider showing it to me.”

  Scott brightened immediately. He wasn’t about to lose his head or his job. The thought of what he was going to get created a stirring in his pants. “I’d be delighted to, Mrs. Turner. Does Mr. Turner know?”

  “Oh heavens, no. If he knew I was asking you to show me your ... thing, he would be quite upset, I’m certain.”

  “He had no problem with Casey seeing it,” Scott reminded her.

  “But Casey is different. She was a virgin and she was not married. My husband would not have put up with such a thing if that had been the case.”

  “I think I understand,” Scott said, even though he didn’t. He didn’t want to argue a moot point. He wanted to let this attractive woman get her hands in his pants. “When would you like to see it?”