A Girl Named Thumper

Part 2

Mr. Turner stepped back, nodding his approval. �Okay,� he said. �Under one condition. I don�t want my girl getting pregnant, so I want you to wear a condom.�

�Sure,� Ethan said. �Do you have one?�

�I might have one in my room. You two have a seat on the sofa. I�ll go see if I can find it.�

Mr. Turner went down the hall and disappeared into one of the bedrooms. Casey appeared nervous and frightened as she was led by Ethan to the sofa in the living room. Ethan was very excited, but on the inside he was disappointed, not at the thought that he would have to wear a condom but that if Casey�s man didn�t have one, his chance to take this cute young girl to bed might be gone.

Ethan sat her on the sofa and sat beside her.

�What are you going to do?� she asked, looking very frightened.

�Let�s make out first,� Ethan said calmly. �Just like we said.�

�Okay,� she said, perking up to an idea she liked. She leaned across him and kissed his lips. �Then will you show me your thing again?�

�Yes,� Ethan said. He kissed her back. She rubbed her body warmly against him like a cat begging to be petted. Her lips parted, waiting for Ethan to insert his tongue. Ethan pressed his lips against her soft, full, warm lips and eased his tongue past them. The tip of her tongue lightly touched the tip of his tongue.

He had to admire this girl. For not knowing anything about sex, she was an expert kisser. She must have had a lot of practice making out. Considering how willing she was it was easy to see how, but he had to wonder why, given her willingness to try, her beauty and her great body, she had so little experience with sex.

We�re going to change that today, Ethan thought, slipping his hand up under her cut-off t-shirt. Casey did not pull back from his touch. Instead, she pressed her body against his more firmly to encourage him to touch her more. Ethan was pleased when his fingers touched the soft flesh of her bare breast. She moaned softly into his mouth when his fingers closed around it and squeezed tenderly. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb and she seemed to hesitate, like she was going to faint.

�Oh ... oh, that feels so good,� she whispered. Her breathing was growing heavy. She kissed him again with more passion and urgency, holding his face in her two hands. She was all over him by then, practically sitting in his lap. Ethan pulled her short shirt up over her full breasts and fondled them, teasing her nipples with his fingers. She was becoming feverish.

Ethan took one of her hands and moved it down to his lap. She touched his hard cock and squealed, although the sound was muffled because her mouth was locked to his. She broke away from him to speak. She was panting, squeezing his cock as hard as she could.

�I want to see it,� she breathed. Her breath was warm and heavy in his face.

�Okay,� Ethan said. He lifted her off his lap and set her on the sofa beside him. She squirmed anxiously, staring at the lump in his shorts. Ethan lifted his hips off the cushion to work his shorts down to about his mid-thigh. He came back down on the cushion and his huge cock stood straight up in his lap.

�Wow,� Casey whispered. Her eyes were wide open with fascination. They followed the length from the tip all the way down to his balls.

�Touch it,� Ethan told her. She looked unsure. �Go ahead.�

Her dainty hand reached across his lap. Her fingers closed around it carefully, like she was afraid she would break it, and she sighed.

�Oh my God. It�s hot,� she murmured. She squeezed it tight. �Is it always so hard like this?�

�When a girl touches it, it is.� He loved the expression of wonder on her face. �Move your hand up and down,� he said. Gripping it tight, she moved the skin up and down the shaft.

�Oh,� she gasped. �What does that do?�

�It gets me off,� he said, despite the fact that he wasn�t going to let her get him off that way. He reached under her arm and placed his hand on her firm thigh. She was very warm and she seemed to have no objection to him touching her. He slid his fingers down to the inside of her thigh and moved his whole hand near the crotch of her jeans. The nearer he got to her secret place, the warmer she was.

�Touch the head,� Ethan said. Her fingers moved up to the helmet-shaped tip and her fingers sunk into the resilient, spongy flesh. Her brow furrowed, revealing her growing interest in the object. She hardly seemed to notice Ethan�s hand creeping up over the loose edge of her jeans. His cold fingers touched the soft, warm skin of her flat belly and she looked down at his hand. She didn�t try to stop him. She did suck in her stomach to give him a little more room. The jeans were loose enough that the button that held them up unbuttoned on its own. Holding his cock tightly in one hand, she watched his hand snake into her pants.

Ethan was even more pleased to discover that Casey wasn�t wearing panties. He pushed his hand deeper. Her eyes grew as wide as her mouth as his hand neared the mound at her crotch.

�Oh my God,� she whispered. Her legs began to spread automatically. Ethan was sure this girl would know just what to do when he got his penis into her.

His fingers eventually touched the first hairs on her pussy. By the time he reached the moist, tender lips of her pussy, she had sprawled out on the sofa, her legs spread wide, and she was pushing her hips up to his hand. Ethan didn�t want to shove his finger into her and hurt her before he got a chance to do it with his cock, he just wanted to rub her clitoris and get her ready for what was coming up.

His finger pushed between her labia.

�Ooohhh,� she groaned. Her eyes closed and her mouth closed to a tiny O shape. She put her hand on his forearm where it rested on her stomach. His elbow was poking her breast. Her nipples were hard like cherries on the tips of her tits. The girl was panting. She was overcome with desire.

Mr. Turner finally returned and found them entwined in each other�s arms, groping with each other�s private parts. Ethan watched him approach. The man looked surprised.

�I see you�ve already started,� Mr. Turner said.

Casey�s eyes opened with a gasp. For a moment she looked like she was afraid he was going to punish her, then she smiled.

�It feels good, Daddy,� she said. Ethan�s finger was rubbing her clitoris. Her ass was squirming on the cushion and her hand moved up and down Ethan�s enormous penis. Her fingers couldn�t close all the way around the shaft.

Ethan saw the condom in Mr. Turner�s hand and he was instantly relieved. They could finally get started. He started to pull his hand out of Casey�s pants, but she cried out.

�Don�t stop now, please,� she begged, squeezing his forearm. She searched Ethan�s face for his eyes until he looked at her. She was trembling all over. He could sense the sudden fear in her. He had to do something to loosen her up.

�I�m going to make her cum,� Ethan told Mr. Turner.

�Okay,� Casey�s man said with a shrug. He sat down in the La-Z-Boy and watched them without concern.

�What are you going to do?� Casey said. The nervous apprehension in her voice was clear. The only answer Ethan gave her was to gently push his finger past the lips of her pussy. Casey gasped. Her hand fell away from his cock and she clutched his arm in both hands. His middle finger lightly rubbed over her tiny nub, stimulating her out of her mind.

�Ooooo,� she cooed. Her body went limp again, but her hips were humping off the sofa. Because of the time Ethan had already spent working her up, Casey was not far from her orgasm. The intimacy of the situation and the newness of the experience heightened her sensitivity.

Casey�s lower lip was quivering. Her chest heaved with her hard breathing, making her exposed breasts rise and fall.

�Oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes,� she moaned. Her hips rose when her body spasmed. Ethan was glad she was coming. She would not be nearly so uptight as she might normally be when he climbed on top of her in a few minutes.

Casey rapidly began to cool down. Her loud squeals had become quiet moans once more and her tense body had become limp and relaxed. She was panting and a light perspiration covered the bare parts of her body. Ethan pulled his hand out of her jeans and she did not resist him.

�What happened?� she asked weakly. Her hand absently touched her nipple.

�You came,� Ethan said. �You had an orgasm.�

�What�s an org- ... org-�

�It�s what happens when you have sex,� Ethan explained. He reached out to Mr. Turner for the condom. Mr. Turner, startled for a second, handed them to Ethan.

�I hope they�re going to fit,� Mr. Turner said skeptically.

�I think they will,� Ethan 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. Ethan 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,� Ethan 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 man 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 Ethan�s cock. Ethan 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 man was watching was very funny to her. Ethan found it funny, too, but more strange than anything else. He tried to imagine what it might have been like if his own man had been watching the first time Pam 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.

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Part 4

�Okay,� she giggled. She was glowing. Her body radiated sensuality. Her eyelids were closed relaxily 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.

Ethan 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.�

Ethan switched to her other nipple, coating it with saliva. He nibred 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. Ethan 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.

Ethan 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 could never get Pam to enjoy being spanked. It always turned her off. 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.�

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

�Oh yeah,� Ethan 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 have, 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 Ethan 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. Ethan 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, younghood 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 Ethan. �How do you feel?� Mr. Turner said. He was standing beside the bed with his hands on his hips.

�I feel fine,� Casey said. She had discovered that she could clench and release the muscles around her vagina and simultaneously stimulate herself and Ethan. For his part, Ethan felt incredibly awkward, laying on his back on Casey�s bed, naked, looking up at Casey�s man while she was straddling him and his penis was inside her body. Never before had he been watched by any girl�s man while he had sex with her. It made him quite uncomfortable.

�Climb off now so we can see how you�re doing.�

Reluctantly, Casey obeyed his orders and lifted herself off Ethan. She swung her leg over his body and removed herself from his prick. It had not shriveled up like a normal man�s penis after such a workout, but was still rigid and tall, wearing the condom like a second skin. Ethan clearly saw the look of surprise register on Mr. Turner�s face.

Ethan was relieved to see that the condom had not burst. It was, however, filled with his cum like he thought it would be. The extra bit of the reservoir end that he had made Casey leave for his load had filled like a water balloon and actually looked ridiculous. He rolled to his side so they wouldn�t see it and struggled to get it off as quickly as he could. He wanted to avoid any embarrassment at all costs.

Mr. Turner made Casey lay back and spread her legs. He looked at her pussy and nodded.

�You�re reding,� he said.

Casey sat up in alarm. �What?� she cried.

�Don�t worry,� her man reassured her. �That�s to be expected when a virgin loses her cherry.�

�Am I going to die?�

�No, don�t be silly. It�s nothing to worry about. Come with me to the bathroom so we can get you cleaned up.�

Ethan was amazed. They had just walked out and left him like he wasn�t even there. He shook his head and got up to get dressed.

In the bathroom, Casey�s man pointed to the counter by the sink.

�Hop up here and spread your legs.�

�Are you going to do it with me now, Daddy?� Casey said as she lifted herself onto the edge of the counter and spread her legs. No matter what he had said about it, she was still very concerned about red coming from inside her, especially when she considered the size of the penis she had allowed to be inserted. Maybe he had torn something, but then, why did her man seem so unconcerned by it? He was actually laughing at her suggestion that he might have sex with her now.

�Of course not,� he bellowed, holding his stomach while he laughed. �You leave that business to strong young men like Ethan. I only want to make sure he hasn�t hurt you at all.�

He was holding a wet washcloth. He was still chuckling as he wiped her pussy clean. Casey flinched. The water on the washcloth was warm and she was still very sensitive. She powerd herself not to show any reaction, but it still felt very good. There was a roar in her ears when her man rubbed the damp fabric over her tender mound. It was a little sore from all the use.

Abruptly, it ended. Casey opened her eyes. Her man was bent over between her legs, carefully examining her genitals.

�The reding�s stopped,� he mumred, as if to himself. He touched her labia with his fingertips. Casey sucked in her breath. Her own man�s fingers felt good touching her there. He was nodding and speaking to himself in words Casey couldn�t hear. Then he pushed a couple of fingers a little way into her pussy.

�Does that hurt?� he asked.

�No,� Casey gasped. �It feels good.�

He quickly pulled his fingers out. He looked for a towel to wipe off his fingers. He had not intended to arouse her.

�Do you feel any pain?� he said.

�No. None at all,� Casey said. She kept her legs apart, hoping he might put his fingers back in.

�Good. Well, then, I guess you can get dressed.�

Casey hopped off the counter. Her legs felt springy and refreshed. She was so excited at what Ethan had done to her she wanted to jump for joy.

�Daddy?� she said.

�Yes?�

�I want to do it with him again.�

Her man turned and looked at her carefully for a moment.

�Are you sure?� he said.

�Definitely.�

�Okay,� Mr. Turner said. He reached into his pocket. �Take this with you.� He handed her the other condom.

�Thanks, Daddy,� Casey said, and kissed him on his cheek before she rushed out of the bathroom.

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Awesome story! I loved every bit of it... Can't wait for the next part!

Part 7

"Oh God," Casey groaned. She was practically sobbing when Ethan 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. Ethan 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 powerd 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."

Ethan 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 okay?" 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."

Ethan pumped his hips a little bit faster. "Like this?" he said.

Casey moaned. "Yes," she said. "Faster than that."

Ethan thrust even faster. "Does that feel good?" he said. He kissed her shoulders and nibred 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 Ethan 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. Ethan 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.

Ethan 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, Ethan 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 Ethan still had his prick inside her, but she was no longer moving her ass.
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Part 11

Ethan heard a footstep on the hard tiled floor in the hallway and looked back to his right. Colleen was standing in the hallway. Her arms were crossed and she was watching them with interest. Her expression was somewhat skeptical. He wondered how much Mrs. Turner had told her and if she had told her what he had done with Casey yesterday. Ethan found himself more interested in the Mayor’s attractive wife than Casey’s lady right then. He didn’t know if he could bring himself to have sex with the wife of a man for whom he had a great deal of respect. He would, however, be willing to find out.

“Let’s go,” Mrs. Turner said. She started down the hallway. Ethan followed her, sauntering lackadaisically, his eyes gazing into Colleen’s. Her eyes were locked onto his as he neared her. He waited for her to look down at his crotch, but she didn’t. She gave him a half smile that he knew was meant to make her appear that she was not interested. He was sure then that she was. They went up the stairs and Ethan didn’t look back at her.

Mrs. Turner was standing inside the doorway of the master bedroom, waiting for him. Ethan went in and she closed the door.

“I want to get your clothes off,” she said. Her anxious desire was clear in her voice. She pulled his shirt out of his slacks and began to unbutton it.

“Mrs. Turner, you surprise me,” Ethan said. “I had no idea you were such a passionate woman.”

She pulled his shirt open and put her hands on his chest. “When I find something I like I can usually find a way to get it,” she said. She kissed his chest on the sternum, in the shallow valley that ran down between his flat, hard pectoral muscles. Her hands worked furiously to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. Ethan let his shirt fall off his shoulders to the floor. Mrs. Turner’s hands worked with remarkable quickness and dexterity. In one quick move she had the belt undone, undid the clasp and the zipper, and practically flung open his slacks. She reached down into them before they could even drop to his ankles.

“Oh yes,” she sighed when she had his prick in her hands. She dropped to her knees in front of him almost as if in reverence to his manhood. Ethan raised his eyebrows in surprise. No sooner did she have his pants down than she had the end of his cock in her mouth. Ethan moaned. She may have been clumsy with her teeth, but she certainly was not timid when she wanted to give head. She moved her head back and forth rapidly and worked her tongue over the head like she was in a blowjob contest to see who could make a man come first. It was working. He was going to come and he couldn’t stop it. His teeth were clenched together. His knees were just about ready to buckle under him.

“Nneeahhh,” he groaned, and his come was shooting into her mouth. Mrs. Turner squealed and her eyes shot wide open. It was like she had an oil gusher going off in her mouth. She sucked it all up and never let his cock out of her mouth. His come spurted past her lips when it had filled her small mouth past its capacity. The liquid dripped off her chin to her dress and bare chest and ran down into the deep valley made by her cleavage. She tried to swallow it as fast as she could, trying to prevent it from overflowing any more than it was. It proved to be a difficult task. Ethan’s first orgasm that day released a supply of come that had been building up for three or four days.

Finally his knees did give out and he collapsed on his back on the bed. The move yanked his cock from her mouth and left her on her hands and knees with her mouth open and her tongue hanging out. Her lips and chin were covered with come and a long string of the stuff hung off the tip of her tongue. She had the look of a young whose candy had just been taken away. She had to blink a few times before she closed her mouth to swallow the last of the come in it.

“Oh man,” Ethan groaned. “Why did you make me come so fast?” He looked up at Mrs. Turner. She had stood up and was removing her dress. The top around the opening of the low cut front was stained with wet drops that were spreading through the fabric to make larger drops. Her arms were behind her, unzipping the zipper that ran up the back of her dress. Ethan saw her silhouetted in the window like a pinup model. She shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell away. Ethan’s eyebrows went up again. This woman was one surprise after another.

Her luscious breasts were pushed up together in a tight, skimpy, lacy white bra. Her lithe legs were covered in white stockings that were held up by a lacy, sexy white garter belt. The tiny, white lace panties over her mound barely covered the small patch of fur on her pussy.

“You came prepared, didn’t you, Mrs. Turner?” Ethan said. He was resting on his elbows to get a good look at her. His penis was stiff and erect and dripping with saliva and sperm.

She hooked her thumbs under the this straps of the panties and pushed them down. “Yes I did, Ethan. I wasn’t going to let you get away.” She stepped toward the bed.

“What if my dick wasn’t what you had been told it was?” he asked. She climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees, straddling his body.

“But it is, isn’t it?” she said. She grabbed it and held it up against her groin, grinding her mound on the shaft.

“I guess so,” he said. Her beautiful breasts swayed as she moved over him. He reached up and squeezed them. They were soft and supple in his fingers.
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