Casey eyed Molly with same question. Seductions can't be mutual, can they? It wasn't the same as a super slammer of a fuck with a stiff cock, but it beat nothing. Nothing was her share lately. Horny night and day, driving her bankers, keeping her staring at guys crotches and wondering. She was so horny she nearly forgot to ask Molly about deep-throating.
"Whatever works for you, honey. Maybe start with something small and work your way up." Molly grinned. "Ask your buddy Suze. She sure gets around."
Casey'd heard. Lucky shit had gotten so royally fucked that she had to walk funny. She was still gnashing her teeth in envy when the bell rang. Molly glanced out.
"Come in, it's open!" she yelled.
Strong masculine voice. "What's open, your cunt."
His big grin vanished when he saw Casey. "Oops, sorry."
"Casey, this is Walt, an old friend." From the way he kissed Molly and they looked at each other, it was obvious what kind of friend. Casey knew she'd better get out so they could get at it. He was kind of cute for an older guy. Fortyish, dark brown hair. Looked like he could fuck for hours with no sign of strain. Casey licked her lips and cursed the cruel fate that had dropped him in another woman's bed.
"Glad to have met you, Walt." Casey waved at Molly, winked and headed for the door.
"No, stick around. I only have a minute. Just stopped to see how Molly was."
The shit they shot was fascinating. Despite first names only, Casey was certain she recognized some friends of her folks, supposedly straight arrows, but not according to what she was hearing.
"Walt, do me a favor? Both of us actually. Haul out that tiny cock of yours. Casey wants to learn how to deep-throat a cock. If I can borrow yours for a minute, maybe I can give her some pointers."
Walt grinned at Casey, who promptly blushed. He zipped down, hauled out a full section of looping prick and waved it at her. Molly waved her over as she knelt in front of the happy man.
Molly demonstrated, explained, then held the hardening chunk of cock out so Casey could try.
Casey blanched from red to dead white.
"I couldn't. I mean, we just met! I mean, oh shit!" She was hurting to get the fat cock in her mouth and work it over until she got washed away with the jizz spurting at her face.
"Crap, girl, this is a clinical lecture on how to suck cock. He won't even get hard, will you, Walt?"
"If that gorgeous young lady gets close to me, I'll splatter jism all over the room!"
Casey giggled and took the heavy prick in her hand. Molly had some last-minute instructions, then Casey sucked the cock-head in, let it slip back, and sucked it to where it gagged her.
She swallowed to get it all, backed off slowly, sucked in a breath of air and dove back down on the cock, then looked up at them, her eyes wide in shock.
"You did it, Casey. Good girl!" Molly slapped her on the back. "Jeez, it makes you all crinkly inside, just like getting fucked!" Casey gasped.
They smiled at her as proudly as her folks had when she'd ridden a whole ten feet on her first bicycle.
"Now you know you can. When the time comes, suck that cock and down you go."
"Now, if there's anything else?" Walt grinned hopefully.
No takers. Casey wished he'd zip up, but he just sat there with all that neat cock dragging down, stroking it once in a while so it stayed sort of hard.
Molly pretty much ignored it, but Casey was so fucking hungry for some cock that she quivered. Trying not to look was nearly impossible, so she tried to act as if it was just a knee or elbow or something. Anything but a gorgeous cock hanging there unused.
Walt stood and finally tucked and zipped. Casey missed it. Even if she couldn't have it, it was nice to know it was there.
"Can I drop you off somewhere, Casey?" She looked at Molly. They'd both been sucking his cock, in the interests of education, of course, but Molly might have some plans to go for some real fucking.
"He's safe, Casey. Helpless actually. Been all fucked out for years."
Walt crooked a finger at Molly, like he could prove otherwise given a chance.
"If it's no trouble, I was going downtown. Are you going that way?"
He was. He kissed Molly.
Casey'd been waiting for weeks to say goodbye to Molly this way. She patted her ass and thanked her for the lesson.
Walt was okay. He offered to buy her a Coke, treated her like she was a woman and not a dumb kid, and made no passes. She began confiding her problem as though they were friends and she hadn't just learned how to take a suck deep on him. He calmly agreed that it was a stinking lousy deal that a man and a woman couldn't get together for a hard fuck without it getting so fucking complicated.
"You haven't got a handsome son hung like you, or a nephew, or any guy who can keep his mouth shut, have you? I'm getting desperate."
"You know, Casey, there are many advantages to fucking an older man. He knows what he's doing, he takes the proper precautions, he makes damn sure you get all the comes you want, he doesn't bug you later and one more important point – as Benjamin Franklin said, they're so damn grateful."
Casey snorted, then the laugh busted out all over. "How much time have you got, and can you take me where I won't be seen?"
They went to an old motel and got a room. It had a large bed. She twirled in bubbling joy and spun into his arms.
She felt his crotch. "Some older guys do have advantages."
"So do beautiful young ladies. They don't wrap themselves in layers of intricate straps and stretch to squeeze gadgets intended to compress too many pounds down to a size six. I timed one and it took forty-three minutes to make way for what I had been waiting. How they pee I can't figure out."
Casey giggled. "Want to time me stripping?"
"Lots more fun slow and teasing."
That sounded like a hint. She backed away slowly, doing a mincing step with a sexy, enticing leer. She turned to wiggle her ass at him, then got her top up so her tits showed. Turning back, she rubbed circles on her tummy, lifting the top higher to show even more of her tits. She ran a sultry hand down along the inside of her thigh and trickled her fingers along her cuntslit. Another tummy-rub with her hips in motion. A few wide shots to the side, a circling swing and a few bumps so fast they were nearly flutters had him slobbering.
A quick flip loosened her shorts enough to slip them down, with some hip-flips so her pussy-hair just peeked out. A little farther and he'd be able to see the juice dripping from her cunt.
She pulled her top over her head, covered her tits with her hands and waggled enough so he could see them swing and sway. She stretched with an arm across her tits.
"How's my strip?"
"You brought down the house." He began to clap and chant. "Take it off! Take it off!"
She waggled her shoulders to bounce her tits, and bent to peel her shorts and panties. She got them to her knees, straightened to bobble her tits again and spread her thighs to finger open her cunt-lips while she thrust her hips forward.
"Jesus, girl. You'd drive a monk to the sheep pen!"
He stopped the show. Picked her up and carded her to the bed, laid her down carefully and stripped himself before she could get up to help.
She stared at him. For an older guy, he was in damn good shape. She reached out, grabbed his cock and pulled it toward her mouth.
"Jeez, and I ever glad to see you again!" she gasped.
"Not nearly as much as he's glad to see you. You're cute as a bright bug in shorts! That strip got his attention – brought him to life with a bang!"
"I've never done one before."
She heard him mumble something, but it got lost. He sat on the bed beside her and wrapped his arms around her, tipped her back flat and did some of the things she'd needed for a hell of a while around her ears and down her neck.
The best part was the snarly jungle down below. She sneakily slid a hand between them and bent his cock down so with just a shift of her leg she got it between her thighs.
"Annnhhh! I've wanted to have a fat cock up there for too long!"
"It ain't up there yet. And I have a few ideas about that patch down there of yours before we go too far."
"Can I practice some more."
"Honey, you can do anything you want with the old prick except hurt it."
Casey shivered, hugged him fight and gripped his cock between her legs. He started down her frame. It made a big difference. All that stiff, crinkly, tickly hair scraping her stirred all kind of crackles off her skin. She held him close and pulled him in for some extra scrubbing at the good spots. Maybe other women could go for months without a man messing around with their parts, but not Casey.
"Eeekkkk!"
She could hear him snorting down there. He licked back and forth, from her shitter to her clit. She twisted, shrieked and moved her ass, but she kept shoving his head right down in her pussy.
"Ahhhh! You're making me come! Oh shit, I can't!"
She banged her head back on the pillow, bounced her ass up, and jammed his head into her raw, aching cunt. The rolls of fire kept roaring over her.
Cool air washed over her and the thunder stopped.
"You all right?" someone shouted from just outside their door.
Casey knew. She'd done it again. "Yes, sir! It's just that I get all excited! I'll be quiet, honest!"
She knew she wouldn't.
She looked at Walt and grinned. "I need a muffler."
"Don't worry, we're the only ones in the place. He was just snooping around."
He had fingers up her cunt-hole, prodding, spreading, insistently violating her while he made love with swirls around her clit.
"Do my tits! Poke me full! I can't-can't – oh, now, now!"
"If that doesn't bring the man back, nothing will."
They lay quietly. The steps came, but no voice. Casey held her hand over her mouth to smother the giggles.
"I've got it." She had the perfect solution. "If my mouth is full of cock, I won't be able to make any noise at all."
They grinned at each other. She licked up and down, cuddled his balls, giving him all the preliminaries, sucking his plump cock-head in her mouth and screwing down on the shaft to get him hard.
Up and down, a test run to the back of her throat, same old warning, but she knew now what to do. She grinned as well as she could with her mouth full of his prick. Down she went on him. Hit the gag point and swallowed right on by. Gulped and shoved and took the full length. Not easy, but it wasn't bad.
"Now you're going to get it!"
"Casey, you don't have to."
"I think I can come if you can. Want to do it this way?"
"Casey, I know you're very proud of your new-found talent, but let's fuck. I've been in pain to get in your pussy ever since I first saw you."
She grinned, wiped some dribble off her chin and looked for the rubber. "How do you want me first?"
"For the first of many, just the way you are." She wiggled her ass at him. She was still on hands and knees from giving head, and there was nothing in the world wrong taking that big cock right up her cunt from behind. He came behind her and patted her asscheeks before spreading them. He muttered something about a luscious cunt, but she was interested in the cock-knob that was poking at her pussy.
She felt like she was winking at him, her cunt was so anxious to get him in her. Then it came, the bulgy head forcing her pulpy cunt-lips apart. She sighed and hunched back for more prick. There was nothing in the world like taking a big cock.
Her tummy was clenching on the prick, and she humped, then slid some wiggles in to feel his cock all the way along her pussy. It took forever to get a tickle of hair against her ass. To be packed again with a pulsing prick that eased in and out and swayed inside in gentle swirls that pulled her pussy and zinged her clit.
"Ease that prick right on up to my ears, will you? Shake some wax loose."
He thrust deeper. "How's that?"
"Yeahhh!"
She squiggled back and clenched down on his cock. He swung a circle before he nudged up to fuck her deep again.
His hands under her made her come. Everything got too woozy and the colors flashed and she hurt to get the tension blown when he cupped her tits and plucked nipples with his fingers. When he delved back for her clit, she knew the end was near.
"Stuff the pillow in my mouth, I'm going to shake the windows again."
"Enjoy, baby, don't let anything stop you." Nothing could have stopped this one. Bent over her, all that hair tickling her, he moved her finger back so she could feel her cunt-lips pull in and out when he fucked into her. Then bells shattered in her skull and she came.
"Any sirens on the way?" she asked a few minutes later.
"No. Tell you what, let's take a bred, get some dinner, come back and fuck for three days."
They didn't. Things kept coming up, like his cock finding another way to fuck her pussy.
It was dark when they dragged their worn asses to the car. She had a phone number. Anytime, he had said. She believed him.