"You're fucking that girl, Daryl!"
Terri left, clutching her clothes. Casey stared. Daryl slipped into his hospital gown.
"Unh, Casey, I can explain."
"Ha! You call this therapy? Fucking every woman here is supposed to cure your back? Men!"
"I suppose you never looked at a guy's ass?"
"Daryl! How could you even think such a thing? I wrote you, thought only of you, prayed for you day and night."
She had been true to him. Whole days and nights, even sometimes back to back, had gone by without a hard, fat cock to comfort her. It was his fault that she was driven to desperate measures anyway, so those times didn't count.
"Help me back to my bed. I have to rest, I'm still a very sick man. They insist that I walk, but I need help. If I could lean on you?"
He let his robe fall open as he slipped into bed. The sight of his half-hard cock swinging down made her all gooey and trembly inside.
"I'm going to make you soak that thing in disinfectant and wash it in alcohol with a steel brush before I let you near me – if I ever do!"
"Oh, Casey, forgive me! I missed you so much, I was going bonkers, absolutely bonkers! I didn't know what I was doing! I was thinking of you all the time! I barely knew that girl, and she forced me!"
"From the back? Doggie?" Her eyebrows arched to her hairline in disbelief.
She smothered a grin. She'd stopped him in the middle of a fuck, he must have a load in his balls ready to explode. She wasn't in much better shape herself. She couldn't stop squirming on the chair. She wished desperately she could slide a finger under her skirt to get to her clit.
"Even if I said yes, which I'm not about to do, there's no place to [missing text]."
"There are some places…" He stopped dead. Self-incrimination. "They told me about them! I wouldn't know!"
She snorted.
She glanced over her shoulder. If she moved the chair a few inches up and right, no one would see her hand sneak under the sheet to stroke his cock. She could do that much for him. And herself. She felt his prick. Not as big as some she'd had. She wiggled on the seat again. It had been so damned long since she'd had it exploring her cunt, stirring her clit nuzzling into her while his hands covered her tits and plucked her nipples. She had the feeling that if she played with his cock much more, she'd come, without him even touching her.
"Shit, Casey, stop it. You're driving me nuts. I'll squirt all over if you keep jacking my cock. I've never been so horny in my life!"
"Neither have I. You know a place?"
He took her to a broom closet. She handed him a rubber from her purse, slid her panties down and pulled his hard, full cock into her cunt-slit.
"In me! Get it in me! Come on, Daryl, fuck me!"
She was trembling as she hooked a heel on his hip and felt his arm holding her tight as he planted his cock at her willing pussy-lips. He thrust upward to press his hungry cock into her twitching pussy. She wiggled and arched forward to get her cunt closer, her sheath wrapped on his throbbing prick.
"Oooouuu! Ughhh! More, gimme more! I want all of it buried in me! I need it deep! Fuck my brains out, Daryl."
Casey couldn't remember ever fucking standing up, but she liked it. His big cock rubbed her clit, her tits rubbed his chest and some neat feelings were banging her insides. She hung on his neck and jammed her cunt onto his cock.
He had her gasping and moaning, with a hard grip on her ass and a finger dabbling with her asshole. "Shit, I love it! Do me! Give me a gooder! Unghhh – I gotta – I gotta – oh shit, do it, do it!"
She bit her hand, but even she knew her shrieks were leaking out.
She heard his grunt. Pain.
"Darling, what is it? Oh shit, I made you worse, I busted your back again! Oh God, I'm so sorry!" she whimpered as she pulled off his hard cock.
She watched horrified as he straightened, grimace on his face. He shook himself, stretched and bent back and forth, side to side, held his arms out and arched his back, testing for pain.
"If I can do that, I'm cured. Only trouble is, I can't tell 'em to prove it."
Casey breathed deeply and sighed up from her toes.
"Now we can fuck. I'll have to stand straighter, but in this place, we don't have much choice. My – I mean, you have to grab every chance you get."
"Sounds like Molly. Did she teach you?"
"Umphhh! Did she tell you that?"
"Let's call it woman's intuition." That was as close to an admission that Molly had taught him fucking as she was going to get.
He balanced her on some cans of wax with a grip on the steel storage rack and eased his big prick back in her from behind. She didn't care which way he got it in her, just so that stout cock was rambling around up her cunt.
"Casey, you're tighter than ever! I'm sorry I gave you shit about fucking other guys."
"I had to give you shit. You're my man, and finding you fucking that strange cunt was a shock. But you still love me and you'll be away from here and her soon." She turned and glared at him. "But if I ever catch you messing around again, I'll cut that cock of yours off at the root!"
She turned and wiggled her ass on his cock.
"Let's not fight. Fuck me hard and strong. I'm in pain to come again. It's been so long, too fucking long!" She counted back. It had been three days!
He gave her long strokes, slow and easy deep ones that sank his cock to the end of her cunt. A little swing and a wiggle snugged tight back there, and then he'd ease out, circling so it rubbed her clit. It wasn't going to be long before she had another fire-snorting climax writhing inside her.
She wondered if he felt guilty. He was doing all the good stuff doubled and lots of extras. He had his hands full of her tits. When he made some swipes across her tummy, she clenched his cock, grabbed for solid ground, grubbed her toes in the mops and got the shudders. After a couple of zings, he had her clit permanently stuck out as hard and hot as a frying pan.
"I'm still pissed at you for not getting into my panties sooner. All the great fucking we missed."
He gave a thrust into her that left her gasping and boiling inside. "You mean, you'd rater do this than watch TV?"
"Unghhh! Those hunks on TV don't make me come. You sure as shit ruffle my innards until I shake loose from earth."
His fingers dug in her hips as he fucked her with shuddering-fast jolts. Her tits fluttered, her ass wobbled, her bones vibrated, her hair flew. She hunched back to grab his prick tight and hold it deep in her cunt.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh, shit! Fuck, Daryl, bang me, slain it to me! Yieeee! Fuck that cock in me! Bang my butt hard! Hit me deep, fuck meeee, you bitchin' stud!"
Casey grabbed everything to keep steady. The steel rack wobbled and shook, stored bottles sliding as her ass thrashed, trying to take his raging cock. She bit her arm again to quiet her shrieks.
She yelled, but couldn't have stopped it had she tried. She had her man back and he was fucking her into oblivion.
"Where's it coming from?" someone shouted.
Running feet in soft soles sped past. Casey didn't dare breathe. She turned and pointed an accusing finger at him.
"You did it!" she whispered.
"Me? All I did was like this."
He acted as innocent as a fox in a chicken house while he eased five inches of cock up her cunt.
"Oh shit!" Casey gulped and shivered. "You damn near did it again! Christ, no one can fuck like you?"
He grinned. So fucking proud he'd made her come that he hadn't heard her.
She knew the finger rimming her asshole wasn't checking for shit. Molly had told her that taking it up the ass would give her the wildest come she'd ever had. So, just in case they had a comfy place and wanted some variety from her cunt, she'd brought some lube. But not now, not here in this cramped airless, lightless, stinking closet. They were in enough trouble already with the whole fucking clinic trying to find out who had screamed.
"No, not now. Maybe later. This is not the place or the time."
She waited for him to quit. He didn't.
"Daryl, not now!"
"Shhhh, they'll hear you!"
"They'll hear lots more if you tear open my asshole."
He had a strong arm under her, and wiggling got her nowhere.
"Let me just start, that won't hurt."
He had his cock right at her shitter, and it felt bigger than it had when he'd popped her cherry.
"No, go find a sheep or something, let me go."
His fingers wiped her cunt and then smeared the gooey stuff on her ass. Then his huge cockhead came poking at her shitter. He'd even rolled off the rubber.
"No, Daryl, honey, it'll hurt horribly and I'll scream and they'll come and find us!"
He kept pressing his prick right at her asshole. "Please, don't! It takes lots more greasy glop, and I have some in my purse, but I left it on your bed, so we can't. Later, honey, I promise I'll let you, but not now!"
The bastard had her purse open and was slopping the stuff on himself. Then he stuffed his fingers up her turd-hole. She kept pleading, but he just did it.
And she couldn't believe how easy his cock just slipped right up her ass. It hurt at first, but then in less than the first time up her cunt it wasn't so bad.
She wiggled. She did some twisting. She eased back to take some more. It still stung and felt hot, but she could see how it might get good.
"Go easy, but let me have all of your cock tearing out my guts, you bastard!"
"You got it."
The first strokes still hurt, but as he went on with some neat circles and sways, it got better – lots better. It was about like getting fucked in the cunt, only there wasn't any end and it was tighter.
He had her ills to cuddle, her nipples to pluck and twist, her tummy to flutter and her clit to circle and sneak up on.
"Fuck my ass, you scum-bag fucker! Ram it into my ass and make me come! Hit me with some meat and I'll shit all over you! Scare up some fans back there! Cornhole my ass! Bounce your prick on the shit up there, but fuck me good! Fuck me, fuck me up the ass! Gimme more cock! Do it hard! Now!"
She had to remember to thank Molly for teaching Daryl and herself. She also had to come.
"Damn you, Daryl, fuck me! I'm comingggg! Cominggg!"
His lusty cock swelled and pushed ever farther into her guts. Past her innards it grew as it went, forcing her apart, the giant head tearing on between her ribs, forcing the air from her lungs in a howling shriek, stuck in her throat and hammered to snap her neck.
She couldn't scream for help. She fought the beast killing her, wrenching and grappling with the frightful monster.
She was like a blazing ember. She shook, her body wracked with the spitting, sparkling, electrical shocks that welded her together.
"If I live to be three hundred, Daryl, that will be the best fuck I'll ever have!" Casey shivered deliciously.
There was a loud knock at the door. "Open up!"
Casey smiled. "Oh shit, here we go again!"