Pam and Ethan's sexploits continues... Part 11
Ethan dribbled past an imaginary defender, cut back left moving as fast as he could, rose into the air with the ball in his right hand, and slammed it through the hoop. For a moment he hung by his right hand from the ten foot high rim, then dropped to his feet and picked up the bouncing ball.
The sun that afternoon was blindingly bright, but a cool breeze made the heat easily tolerable. Sweat dripped from his brow. He had removed his shirt shortly after stepping outside. His shorts were loose and baggy, and the black spandex shorts he wore beneath them prevented his penis from flopping around when he jumped.
Ethan dribbled again, started forward and pulled up for a jump shot, which came down on the rim, bounced up and fell through. He scooped up the ball again and dribbled out to the edge of the sidewalk, which he always used as an out of bounds. He looked up and caught the eye of a young girl as she was walking by. Her eyes were bright and cheerful. She smiled at him.
“Hi,” Ethan said.
“Hi,” she said back. “That was a nice shot.”
“Thanks,” Ethan said. His interest was growing by the moment. She looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place a name with her face. She had high cheekbones, pouty, full lips and a beautiful figure. Her straight auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail that was tied with a white ribbon. She was wearing loose jeans that sort of hung on the curve of her seductive hips without the help of a belt, in a way that suggested they might fall off if she wasn’t careful. The two swollen mounds of her breasts jiggled when she walked and pushed out the front of her t-shirt, which was cut off above her navel and hung like a curtain over her flat belly. The collar of the t-shirt was cut open in a V in the front, displaying a small amount of her pleasant cleavage, which moved teasingly in and out of view. Ethan was teased. The way her nipples rose to distinct points beneath the fabric and gave away her arousal probably meant that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Do you want to play?” Ethan asked.
“I don’t play basketball,” she said demurely.
“Maybe you like to play other things,” he suggested.
“I might.” She blushed. Her hands went into her pockets and almost pushed her loose jeans right off her hips. There was a wide enough gap between the jeans and her slender waist that he was sure he could see right down into them if he was standing close enough.
“What’s your name?” Ethan asked.
“Casey,” she replied. “But my friends call me Thumper.”
Ethan was definitely interested. “Who are your friends?”
“Boys, mostly. The ones I like to make out with.”
“You’re Casey Turner, aren’t you?” Ethan said, his eyes lighting up as her face finally registered in his memory. He was slightly shocked, to say the least. Skinny, little Casey Turner had grown up, and she was a gorgeous young woman.
“Of course, silly. You should know me.”
“I didn’t even recognize you.” He stood back and looked at her again. She looked even more fantastic. “You certainly have grown up a lot.” He looked into her eyes again. He saw in them a look of desire as she looked back at him that he had seen many times in women he knew, including his s****r.
“Isn’t it too hot out here for you to be playing basketball?” she said. She reached out with her finger and touched his bare chest. “You’re all sweaty.”
Ethan stood very still and let her touch. “I can think of better ways to get sweaty.”
“Me too.” She smiled again.
“Do you want to come inside?”
“I can’t. I’ve got to get home.” She sounded disappointed. She looked across the street at her house. Her father was working in the front yard with a rake. His back was to them. “Maybe you’d like to come over to my house.”
Ethan looked across the street. “Does your father know you like to make out with boys?” he said skeptically.
She took his hand and pulled but he didn’t move. “Sure. He won’t mind. Come on.”
“Do you ever do more than make out?”
She hesitated for a moment, then smiled again. “Sure. I let them touch me. If I like them enough. Do you want to touch me?”
Ethan smiled at her. He had begun to learn how innocent she really was. That only made him want her more. “Yeah, I want to touch you. I want to do more than touch you.”
Her eyes grew wide and she blushed. “Do you have a thing? I’ve never seen a boys thing. I’ve heard about them, though. I have a friend who touched one once.”
“I’ll let you touch mine if you let me touch yours.”
She thought about it for a second. “Deal,” she said.
She led him across the street, after Ethan had put his shirt back on. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this. He was sure Mr. Turner was going to kill him.
Casey went to her father eagerly. “Hi, Daddy,” she said.
“Hi, Casey,” he said and hugged her.
“Hi, Mr. Turner,” Ethan said.
“Hello, Ethan.” He smiled confidently at Ethan.
“Ethan has a question to ask you, Daddy,” Casey said.
“Sure, Ethan. What is it?”
“Do you mind if I make love with your daughter?” Ethan asked.
Mr. Turner looked at the young girl by his side. Casey was looking back at him with an appalling expression. She obviously thought he was going to ask him something innocent. Ethan was sure she didn’t really know what making love meant, although she might have an idea.
“Do you want to?” Mr. Turner said, with a scrutinizing eye.
“Yes,” Ethan replied.
Mr. Turner looked down at his daughter again. She still looked horrified.
“You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”
“What’s a virgin?” she said.
Mr. Turner nodded to Ethan. “I suppose that would be all right, Ethan,” he said. “Come on inside. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
He started inside and Ethan followed. Casey had no choice but to go with them. Inside the house, he went to the kitchen and got them each a glass of cold milk. Ethan was thirsty from the exercise and would have preferred a glass of water, but he drank the milk anyway.
“I’ve known you for a long time, Ethan,” Mr. Turner began. All three of them were standing in the kitchen. “I’d be delighted if you were the one who showed my daughter the ways of love.”
“What’s that mean Daddy?” Casey pleaded. “What’s he going to do?”
“Don’t worry about that now,” he reassured her. “You’ll find out shortly.” Ethan grinned at her. She had a grown up body, but she was still young and innocent, and he loved that about her. He loved that about all girls her age. His penis had been hard in his shorts since Casey first touched his sweaty chest in his driveway.
“If you don’t mind, Ethan, I’d like to see what you’ve got so I know what my daughter’s getting into.” He gestured to Ethan’s groin. Ethan realized he wanted to see his dick.
“Sure,” Ethan said. He looked around the kitchen. “Right here?”
Mr. Turner nodded. Ethan lifted the bottom of his t-shirt and held it under his chin, exposing his rigid stomach muscles, pushed his baggy outer shorts down to about his knees, hooked his fingers inside the elastic band of the spandex shorts, pushed them down below the level of his crotch, and reached in and pulled out his erect penis, holding it out in front of him like an enormous garden hose. He looked up at Mr. Turner first, then Casey. Mr. Turner’s eyebrows went up in surprise at the sight of the thing. Casey’s eyes grew really wide in shock and her mouth fell open.
“Very impressive,” Mr. Turner said. He stepped forward and picked it up in his rough hand, something Ethan was not prepared for. Ethan leaned back against the counter with his hands and let the man inspect his equipment. He watched his hands turn it over to examine all sides of it and squeeze it firmly. He was almost embarrassed to admit it felt good.
“How big is it?” Mr. Turner asked. He was squeezing it tight and pumped it with his hand. Casey realized she was staring and snapped her mouth shut, although she could not tear her eyes away from the sight before her.
“About twelve inches,” Ethan gasped. Casey’s father was jerking him off but Ethan didn’t want to let the man make him cum all over his hand. He wanted to save it for his sexy daughter.
Mr. Turner lifted the shaft to see the balls underneath. He nodded, admiring their size. “You must carry a lot of sperm in those,” he said. “You ever get a girl pregnant?”
“Not yet,” Ethan said. He didn’t tell him that it was only as far as he knew that he never got a woman pregnant. There were, of course, many women with whom he had made love that he had met only one time. If he had impregnated any of them, which, he had to admit, was likely if not inevitable, he might not ever know about it.
“Very impressive,” Mr. Turner admitted. He finally let go of it. “I don’t have one half that size.”
“Thank you,” Ethan said. He didn’t know how else to answer such a comment. He stuffed it back into his shorts and pulled them up. It swelled out the front of his shorts. This was turning into a very bizarre event, like some David Lynch movie.
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 father 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 father 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 father 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 father 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 father 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.
“It’s tight,” Ethan said. “But it will work.” He had the impression Mr. Turner still would have called the whole thing off if he had any doubts. He had to get this girl away from her father. Next time he did it with her he would make sure they were alone, and he would make sure there was a next time.
Mr. Turner stood up. They both looked up at him.
“Do you want to do it right here?” he said, rubbing his hands together like he was going to take part in the action.
“I’d rather use a bed,” Ethan said.
“I have no objection to that,” he said. “You can use our room or Casey’s room, whichever you prefer.”
“We’ll use Casey’s room,” Ethan said. He knew it would be far too much for him to do it with the girl in her own parent’s room. He started to get up. “Do you want to watch?”
“Not necessarily,” Mr. Turner said, holding his palms up.
“Good. Which way do we go?” When he was standing, Ethan put his penis back into his shorts, being careful not to tear the condom.
“Down the hallway. Last door on the left.”
“Thanks,” Ethan said. He took Casey’s hand and pulled her to her feet. Her shirt fell back over her tits. He was extremely turned on. This was going to be a good, if not strange, fuck.
“Dad?” Casey called back to him as Ethan dragged her away. “Dad? What’s he going to do?”
“Just relax,” Mr. Turner called to her. “You’ll enjoy it.”
Ethan found her room at the end of the hall. She was very quiet as he closed the door behind him. He was grinning wickedly. She was smiling, but she still looked frightened.
“Come here,” Ethan said, holding his arms out. They were finally alone. Casey stepped toward him cautiously and he hugged her. They kissed deeply. His big erection pressed against her lower belly.
“Let’s get undressed,” Ethan whispered.
“Okay,” she said. Ethan lifted the bottom of her shirt. She raised her arms and he pulled it off over her head. She stepped back, shaking out her long mane of hair and giggled. Her plump tits shook with the motion.
“Are you going to take your clothes off?” she said.
“Yes,” Ethan said. “Drop your pants and get on the bed.”
Casey smiled. The button of her jeans was already undone. The jeans hung low on her hips. She slowly unzipped the zipper, peeling back the side like a banana peel. She let go and they dropped off her hips to the floor. She stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed, giggling with exuberance.
Ethan whisked off his t-shirt. He heard a soft exclamation from her at the sight of his bare chest. Then he pushed down the baggy shorts. The long, thick shape of his erect cock was outlined in the stretchy fabric of the spandex shorts beneath. He pushed the spandex shorts down and his cock emerged again, sheathed in the smooth condom. Casey’s eyes widened again and she smiled. She was beginning to appreciate the sight of it. It had felt good in her hands, too. She longed to touch it again.
Ethan walked toward her, naked. His cock bobbed in front of him. Casey tore her eyes away from it and looked up at him. Ethan laid down beside her.
“Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do with that?” she said, her big eyes wide with fear and excitement.
“Yes,” Ethan said. He noticed her legs close. He reached across and touched her tit. “I know how much you’ll like it, too.” She rolled onto her back. He bent forward and licked her nipple. She gasped and squirmed.
“How much?” Her breath was ragged. She was trembling again.
Ethan lifted his head. “A lot.”
He moved gracefully on top of her. Her arms were plastered to the bed and her knees were squeezed together tighter than a bank vault. Ethan had to f***e his knee between her thighs to get them apart. She let out a deep, ragged sigh, as if the last of her defenses had fallen and he had already succeeded in claiming her virginity.
Ethan kissed her shoulder and neck tenderly. She was shaking with nervousness. He knew that if he told her to relax she would only feel worse, so he said nothing at all. His penis rested on her belly. She was stiff and her eyes stared straight up at the ceiling. He had hoped that she would be relaxed enough after an orgasm to loosen up, but it didn’t look like it was going to work out that way.
He spread her knees wider and set the weight of his body on hers. She calmed down noticeably. He had learned that some women liked to feel the weight of a man on top of them. Her hands came up off the bed and touched his sides.
“I’m scared,” she confided in a shaky whisper.
“I know you are.”
“Are you going to hurt me?” She looked into his eyes to see if he told the truth. He looked deep into her eyes.
“No,” he said. “It will feel good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He kissed her again. He reached down between their bodies to move the head of his cock to her cunt. She waited for something to happen, her eyes looking all around without focusing on anything. His cock touched her wet pussy lips and she gasped. He had startled her. He realized then that he probably should have put his cock into her while she was still coming or right after, when she was most relaxed. If they had been alone and hadn’t had to deal with the condom, Ethan thought, he would have done just that. He would have to remember that if he ever got another chance to deflower a girl.
Casey kept trying to squeeze her legs together and Ethan had to spread them wider again. He touched her pussy to spread her labia and she flinched. He hoped this petite c***d would accept a penis his size. She was going to be tight, tighter than the damned condom. He actually was afraid he would hurt her. He touched the head to her opening and she flinched again.
It was now or never, he thought. This was the moment he had been waiting for so anxiously. She was gazing into his eyes, waiting with anticipation for his next move. Her mouth was open, her chest was heaving. She looked so beautiful. He gently pushed his hips forward.
“Ow,” she shouted. Her lovely face twisted in pain. Her teeth clenched together. Ethan knew that if he didn’t keep pushing forward she would never get over the pain, so he pressed forward insistently. She shouted again. It was going to be tight, tighter he had originally thought. Her hands were on his chest, trying to push him off, but he was much stronger than her and she could not move him.
His rod was not going in easily. Casey was practically screaming in pain. He wondered if her father was going to come in and pull him off his daughter or if he was sitting out in the living room listening to it all, knowing that his daughter was being subjugated by a young man with the biggest penis he had ever seen.
“Man, you’re tight,” Ethan said. He pushed harder. It was going in, but very slowly. Casey was screaming at the tops of her lungs and her legs were flailing. She was pounding on his chest, but he wasn’t going to let up. Finally, her cunt stretched open enough to let him in. It was plunging quickly into her and her screaming stopped.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”
Ethan held himself up for a moment to keep his cock from going any deeper. He wanted to check her reaction. She looked into his eyes.
“I can feel it,” she said again. “It feels so big.”
“It is big,” Ethan said. She laughed. “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head. “A little bit,” she said.
“Does it feel good?”
She laughed again. “I think so.”
“What’s so funny?”
She covered her smiling mouth. “I didn’t mean to scream in your ear.”
“I’ll get over it. How does this feel?” He pushed his cock into her as deep as it would go and held it there.
“Oh ... oh God ... oh God,” she groaned.
He pulled it back, almost all the way out, and slowly eased it all the way back in. Her cunt made wet, sucking noises. That time it went deeper than the first. She squealed in a high-pitched shriek. Her eyes squeezed shut and her upper lip curled. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. He ground his hips in a circle to f***e as much of his cock into her as possible. Then he let up and waited for her to open her eyes.
They peeled back slowly. The corners of her mouth curled up in a bright, delightful smile and she giggled like a little girl doing something mischievous and getting away with it.
“Did that feel good?” Ethan asked, smiling along with her. He knew it had felt good. He was glad to see she was going to be all right. He wasn’t too sure for a few moments.
“That felt great.” She stroked his hard chest with the palm of her hand where she had been pounding t with her fist. “You didn’t say it would feel like this.”
“I said it would feel good.”
“It feels good, but I didn’t know it would feel like this.”
“It’ll feel better when you cum.”
“You mean what happened in the living room?”
“I want to feel that.”
“Okay,” Ethan said, encouraged by her enthusiasm. “Put your legs around me.” She wrapped her legs around the backs of his.
“Now move your ass the way I move mine.” He started out pumping his hips slowly so she could keep up. He could read the concentration on her face as she tried to keep up with his rhythmic motion. She moved her pelvis nicely. Ethan lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Twirling her tongue around his, she lost her concentration and messed up the rhythm. The awkward movement made them both laugh.
“Did you like that?” Ethan asked.
“Yes,” she said. “What do we do next?”
“Hold on to me,” Ethan said. “Hold tight.”
He rolled over to his back and Casey shrieked in surprise, but she held tightly to him and suddenly found herself on top of him.
“Oh my God,” she laughed, still clinging to his chest. His cock felt weird moving inside her.
“Sit up, now,” Ethan said. Carefully, like she was balancing on a precarious ledge, she straightened over him with her legs folded on either side of his body. As she straightened her back she sat farther down on his cock. It was like riding a horse and the saddle had a pole that went up inside her.
“Ohhh,” she gasped. She moved her hips side to side and felt the cock moving inside her. She let out a deep sigh and settled all of her weight on top of him.
“Now you can do it the way you like it,” Ethan said. “You can go as fast or as slow as you want, and you can do it for as long as you want.”
“How long should I do it?” she asked.
“I think until you cum,” he said.