Casey screeched at the sharp slap on her left asscheek. She peered from under the covers at a vicious, sadistic, smiling Molly. So much for the plan to get up early and act bright and innocent. She sunk her ship when she rolled to a sitting position and flinched at the pain from her pussy-lips.
"Sonny was hung like daddy, huh?"
The doctor had mixed reviews. It might not be too bad, but he strongly recommended that Daryl be sent to a facility better equipped and with specialists.
"And more expensive."
The doctor shrugged. In reply to Casey's question about time, he said it could take months for Daryl to recover. Her scream shook the neurological section.
The kids at home were thoughtful. Both Daryl's buddy, Tom, and Suze's steady, Nick, had no objections to a threesome, but the girls said no. Letters to Daryl and diddling her clit didn't relieve Casey's growing case of the hornies. Now that she'd had a sturdy cock, nothing but a good fuck would do. She needed a hard prick to fuck her cunt until she was bug eyed and clumped down to a heap.
Her best friend, Suze, was no help. "Get laid. You're driving me bonkers grumping all the time."
Suze's brother was always too deep in cars. He spent days and nights deep in those greasy things under the hood that dripped oil all over. Besides that, he was too close to everyone Daryl knew.
Casey looked out the window. George was half swallowed by a hood of his one and only true love.
Casey looked again. Next to George was the neatest-looking guy Casey had seen for months.
"Who the fuck is that hunk?"
"Not bad," Suze said. Then her view that brothers were suitable only as targets on a firing range returned. "Anyone with George is a certified asshole, has a two-inch cock, is castrated and may well be queer. George doesn't notice anything but cars, which are sexless."
Casey's opinion of brothers was that they had friends who might be very, very interesting. She stepped back, flipped off her top, wriggled out of her bra and slipped her top back on. She could smell the surfing air of the sea, the brisk pines on ski slopes, luscious odors from a kitchen where candlelight meals were served with wine and no one carded you. The scent of a healthy, strong cock standing at attention followed closely.
"Don't toss this double-tent rig you use for a bra at me. Don't I get a shot at him?"
Casey smiled sweetly. "You've got Nick."
"If you manage to drag his body behind the bushes, tell him those worms squirming out of your cunt are a harmless variety you're incubating to preserve a vanishing species." She glared.
Casey ran to the driveway. She was properly dressed for the occasion. The deep scoop neck bulged with her tits and her tight shorts showed the stitches on her panties. She was in complete control, despite his awesome grin. She remembered her name when he introduced himself. She didn't look down in panic to see if she was drizzling cunt-juice in bigger spots than George's oil drips. Most important, as a polite young lady she did not, throw him with a judo flip onto the grass, pull her shorts aside to shove, his cock up her cunt.
Doug Travers had been to the same meet where Daryl had been hurt. He slipped his hand over hers in sympathy. She closed the one gap between them. His voice twanged her skeleton with chords that boiled her blood. She did a soap-opera bit of noble suffering in the face of utter disaster.
"There's some hope, but he may never walk again." Catch in the throat. "Of course, he's just a friend and he'll be gone for months if I ever do see him again."
George looked up. She silently promised him a ghastly death if he spoke. He didn't and squeezed her hand in compassion. She wished it were her right tit. She leaned against him so he'd know she understood and thanked him. He peeked down her front. More important, what had been a dinky little crease the size of a hot dog had grown to a can of soda in his crotch.
"So, has George shown you around our little village?" Casey stuck her chest out and jiggled some parts. Locally, there wasn't any scenery, but she had some peaked hills and a fern-covered vale he might find interesting.
"No," he said. "And I've got to leave in the morning." He jerked a thumb at a van parked at the curb. "Crank up the machine and bounce down the road."
Casey figured that a guy with a van, unknown here and highly unlikely to ever meet Daryl, could fuck a horny young lady into ecstatic frenzy and exhaustion without any trouble.
"How about a girl guide so you won't be so lonely?"
He beamed and held her by the shoulders. "When?"
She beamed back. "Three seconds while I do some girl things, okay?"
Wash her pussy, pee, steal a rubber from Suze and she'd be hot to trot. The bulge in his crotch grew suddenly.
She guided him out of town to a place under a tree where farmers ignored cars and vans and cops rarely bothered. He led her back on a thickly carpeted floor, pulled some curtains and they were in a comfy, safe retreat with lots of room. They looked at each other with anxious grins.
Considering that all she wore were sandals, shorts, panties and a top, it took quite a while to get her naked. Lots of real good stuff like rolling around, wrestling, and grabbing was going on. He wrapped her around himself.
The loss of tension, the reined mind and body were immediate relief for Casey. Being handled again by a man changed her from a warm, gurgling, prickling skitters to a longing, loving woman sparkling from toe to mussed hair, naked and hungry for a man.
He didn't have much on, just his shorts, but they were in her way for the ziggy tingles she wanted.
"Doug, you're a nice kid, but you have too many clothes on. Come here," she said.
Once out of his shorts, she verified her dream. His cock wasn't boric size, but not much shorter. She shoved him on his back and bent to heft the looping cock. She sucked the prickhead in her mouth and thought again that she had to ask Molly about deep-throating.
In the back of her mouth was a trigger that made her belly want to flip. But cuddling his balls, she took all she could, and tried to xx the bulging head down. Some old urge to puke.
"Sorry, not one of my talents," she said.
"Thanks for trying."
She'd had lots of practice giving head, so she could make him happy. She slid down the cockshaft, nipped at the skin, came back up to kiss the head and nick at the sensitive rim with a toothy touch. Sucked in the whole cock-head for some cheek and tongue, kneaded his balls lightly and jacked up and down the shaft, in the loose skin along. He was shifting around, so she knew she was getting to him. Corkscrewing up and down on the bulbous cock-head had him lifting up to meet her. She held the cock-shaft while she scraped her teeth across the prick-head again, then soothed his cock with her cheeks.
"Unfair! You're setting me on fire and I haven't any goodies of yours to play with!"
"All you want, stud."
She shifted close and he pulled her hips up over his face. Next he had his mouth in her cuntslit and the zoopers were stinging. He slung a sideswipe at her palpitating pussy-lips that stung her out with shivers and jitters. His hand snuck up to milk her tits, and her nipples popped out a full inch.
It wasn't easy going back to work on his prick with all that neat stuff racking her around, but she had to give him as good as he was doing to her. She worked on the ridge of his cock-head, kept his balls in comfort with an occasional suck in her mouth when she was down that way, and held them warm in her hand.
She wasn't all that sure about herself. He licked along her wide-open cunt-silt, nipped at the puffy cunt-lips, stabbed at her pussy-hole and took a few odd shots at her clit. His cock was stuck out like a sore thumb. He had her humping and unsteady, gasping and beginning to slip with a fine film of sweat. His hands flew up and down her back, swooped for a dab at her ribs and then dug under for a little feel. Flashed back to grab a chunky handful of ass, pulled her ass cheeks apart and in different directions, so much that she could feel fresh air seeping in her shitter. A dab more and she'd blow a wild one.
"Shit, man, I'm right on the edge! Suck my pussy, but if I flip too much, roll me off!"
"Go for it, baby, you've got me hot too!" He sounded like this would be just one come among many. He was her kind of man.
Casey dove down on his cock and sucked back up with a tight grip. Concentrating with all the shit he was laying on her wasn't easy, but she had to. He had hot streaks blasting lightning up her cunt. Her tits were zapped and along her backbone he was playing Latin rhythms. He blew air along a wet streak in her cunt.
She jumped and lost his cock. He had her bouncing like a spring toy that jumps out of a box to scare kids. She found his big cock and sucked it deep, despite her own waggles and jerks.
Then he ambushed her. Everything tore loose. He snorted in her cunt-gash so she wailed and humped at the fiery arrows stinging inside, deep into her marrow. She was plucked, stripped raw, and laid on a blazing bonfire. Her asscheeks were ripped apart and a finger was forced up her shitter.
"Yeeooowww!" She heard herself and tried to quiet the noise. "You're tearing me apart!"
She jumped forward, throwing her ass sideways and waggling to get the finger out of her ass. A firehose blasted her throat. The finger slipped from her ass. She spit. Her mouth was full, of gloppy junk. Her cheek was wet. She opened an eye. Jizz. He'd blown all over her face!
"I thought you couldn't do it."
"Do what?"
"Take my cock that deep."
"I couldn't, until got that hot finger up my ass!"