Pam and Ethan's sexploits continue.... part 12(part 2 of Ethan doing Casey)
“Okay,” she giggled. She was glowing. Her body radiated sensuality. Her eyelids were closed sl**pily 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 nibbled 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 hips 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 d**g, 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, c***dhood 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 father while she was straddling him and his penis was inside her body. Never before had he been watched by any girl’s father 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 bleeding,” he said.
Casey sat up in alarm. “What?” she cried.
“Don’t worry,” her father 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 father 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 bl**d 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 father 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 f***ed herself not to show any reaction, but it still felt very good. There was a roar in her ears when her father rubbed the damp fabric over her tender mound. It was a little sore from all the abuse.
Abruptly, it ended. Casey opened her eyes. Her father was bent over between her legs, carefully examining her genitals.
“The bleeding’s stopped,” he mumbled, as if to himself. He touched her labia with his fingertips. Casey sucked in her breath. Her own father’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.
“I want to do it with him again.”
Her father turned and looked at her carefully for a moment.
“Are you sure?” he said.
“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.
Ethan looked up when the door opened. It was Casey. She had a big grin on her face, but it changed to a look of puzzlement.
“Why did you get dressed?” she said. She came into the room and closed the door. She looked great without any clothes on.
“I thought we were done,” Ethan said, feeling stunned. Casey had made him feel silly, like he had made a terrible mistake. It was true, she was no longer a girl but a grown woman.
Smiling and shaking her head, she stepped toward him, her breasts jiggling suggestively.
“Don’t be silly, Ethan. I’m not through with you yet.” She put her hand on his crotch and rubbed the long bulge of his erection. “I’ve got another condom,” she said, holding up the red packet. Her warm, little hands pulled out the front of his shorts and reached down inside. Her bright eyes looked up to his. She was smiling.
The whole time, as her fingers closed around his hard, sticky cock, Ethan was thinking whether he should show her how to give head or not. He looked at her mouth. She had a small mouth that stretched open when she smiled real big like she was then, but her puffy lips gave her a pouty look when she wasn’t smiling. Her plump cheeks gave her a very innocent, c***dish, cherubic look. She was smiling then and her cute cheeks were indented with dimples. Her teeth were perfectly straight and white. He would give anything to see those lips around his cock or to see his cum on her perfect teeth. She wouldn’t know what she was doing, of course, but he knew her mouth would certainly feel good on his cock. He would also love it if her father walked in and saw his daughter with his cock in her mouth. He might not live long after that, but he would love to see the man’s face. Not every father in the world witnessed his daughter giving head. But then, not every father witnessed his daughter having sex, either, and Mr. Turner certainly had done that much.
“What are you looking at?”
He touched her soft lips. “Because they look so pretty.”
Casey had worked his shorts down, giggling with excitement like a schoolgirl on the playground. She let go of them. They fell to his ankles. Ethan stepped out of them.
“Now the shirt,” she said. She raised the bottom of the t-shirt and lifted it over his head. As it came off he could smell the strong odor of his perspiration. He was sure she could smell it too. He wondered if it turned her on. It didn’t seem to diminish her desire at all.
She stepped up and hugged him. She laid her soft cheek against his hard, bare pectoral. Her hands rubbed his back then went down to his hard ass. Ethan put his arms around her. She felt so tender.
“You make me feel so good, Ethan,” she said in her softest voice. He could feel her breath on his chest. His cock was pressed against her belly and leg. She was grinding her pelvis against it immodestly.
Ethan moved his hands down her back, in with the curve of her narrow waist, back out over the flare of her hips, to the fleshy cheeks of her ass. “You make me feel good, too,” he whispered.
“You weren’t really going to leave without doing it with me again, were you?” She looked up at him with her big, dark eyes.
“It’s called making love,” Ethan corrected. “And no, I wouldn’t leave you if you didn’t want me to.”
“Good,” Casey said, smiling happily.
“Kiss me,” Ethan said. Craning her neck up, Casey rose to her tiptoes. Like an expert, she tilted her head to the side and, with her eyes closed lightly and her jaw open, she waited to receive his tongue and the gentle pressure of his lips. His lips touched hers and his tongue pushed into her mouth. He kissed her deeply. Their lips smacked.
Casey sighed softly, a fluttery breath sort of like the way she might have sighed if she had been crying. But it wasn’t crying that made her sigh that way, it was excitement. She was nervous and trembling all over. Her excitement consumed her. She was about to do again with Ethan what they had just done that made her feel so good inside.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
“No,” she said, looking away. Then she looked at him with a blush. “Yes.” She smiled.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it even more this time,” he said. She didn’t say anything, but he knew she was anxious. His cock was rock hard and wedged between their bodies. It brushed along the soft hairs on the mound of her pussy. It felt awfully good the way she was grinding herself on it. “Let’s get on the bed.”
She looked past him at the bed. “Let me put the condom on,” she said, lifting his cock.
“Not yet,” he said and took the condom from her. “I have something special I want to show you first.”
“Okay.” She climbed onto the bed slowly and laid on her back. Her knees were bent up and she was leaning back on her elbows to watch him approach.
Ethan moved toward her slowly. Being inside her had felt so good that he was tempted to jump on top of her and pound his cock into her, but he knew that would get him nowhere. Instead, he would be just as gentle with her as he could. He would show her many things he had learned about making love. He would share with her the experience he had gained from the many women he had known, each of whom taught him something new about lovemaking and what women liked. He would teach Casey to be an expert lovemaker to go along with his expertise at making out, and maybe one day she would share with another young man the knowledge she gained from him.
Ethan leaned over her and kissed her breasts. She laid back with a satisfied sigh. Her head rested on a pillow so she could see what he was about to do.
“Oh yes,” she moaned when he sucked her nipples. He made a wet trail between them with his tongue when he moved to tease one, then the other. Her back arched off the bed. She was so turned on she was squirming all over the place. Ethan moved his mouth and tongue down over her flat belly, deftly moving himself between her quivering thighs. Casey raised her head again to see what he was up to. Her breathing grew harder and harder as his mouth neared her slot.
Ethan paused a moment to inhale her aroma. She had a sweet, musky smell. He used his fingers to touch her lips. She was warm and moist. Then he licked her.
“Oh ... oh ... oh yes ... oh yes,” she moaned. He knew she had never felt a tongue on her pussy before. He also knew that not even her own fingers could prepare a woman for the sensations a tongue could deliver, just as there had been nothing to prepare him for the exquisite, incredible sensations of Pam’s tongue the first time she sucked him.
He lightly teased her with the tip of his tongue, grazing over her lips and around the puffy mound, which was sparsely covered with soft strings of hair. Casey was raising her hips off the bed to try to push her pussy closer to his tongue.
“Oh please, please,” she begged.
Ethan figured he had teased her enough. He slipped his tongue between the lips of her pussy and poked it into her hole. She let out a deep, relieved moan. He licked her deeper. He could hear soft whimpers from her. She was very still when his tongue was burrowing inside her, but when he pulled it out she started squirming anxiously again. If he had done it right, he had worked her up just short of an orgasm and let her come down again. Then he stuck his tongue back in and worked her up one more time. When her breath became a shallow pant, he pulled his tongue out again and licked up her juices. He knew that by using this torturous technique on her she would experience a mind blowing orgasm when he finally let her have one.
“Oh God. Don’t stop, please,” Casey pleaded. She had been so close, that time closest of all. He was driving her out of her mind. She wanted that orgasm so badly and he wasn’t giving it to her. She reached down to finger her pussy on her own, but he just pushed her hand away. He was frustrating her and she wanted him to give it to her or stop.
Before she could sit up to do anything about it, however, Ethan plunged his tongue back into her pussy and she flopped back on the bed, moaning and writhing wildly. She reached up and grabbed the pillow. Her face twisted up. He was finally giving it to her.
By then it didn’t take much from Ethan to get her to cum. All he had to do was touch her clitoris with his tongue and she exploded into a long, loud stream of moans, shrieks, screams and expletives. Ethan did the best he could to hold onto her and keep his tongue in her cunt. Her hips bucked up repeatedly, banging his chin against her pelvis bone. He was amazed by this girl. Very rarely was it he encountered a girl who was so exuberant when she climaxed. She screamed so many swear words even he blushed with modesty. He would be surprised if the neighbors didn’t call the police to find out what was going on. Her father must have been terrified that he was killing her.
Ethan didn’t lift his head from between her legs until she called his name, then he gave her one last lick and looked at her. She was smiling at him, glowing warmly like an early morning sunrise.
“How did you do that?” she said.
Ethan wiped her sticky juices from his mouth. “That’s my secret,” he said.
“Where did you learn that?”
“Lot’s of practice,” he said. He crawled up and laid beside her.
“Do you know lots of girls?”
“Yeah. Just like you know lots of guys.” Casey smiled. “Wait ‘til they find out you like to do more than just kiss now.” She was quiet for a moment, looking thoughtful. “What are you thinking about?” he asked.
She looked at him like she had just snapped out of a trance. “I was just thinking about who I want to make love with first.”
Ethan laughed. “Who’s going to be the lucky guy?”
Casey reached for his penis. “I think I want to do it with Tommy Leeruss first.”
Ethan nodded. He didn’t know Tommy Leeruss. He figured he must be someone who was Casey’s age, probably someone she had a crush on and probably had made out with before. However, he did know that whoever Tommy was, he was in for a very special treat, and he expected it would be very soon.
Casey was stroking his erection. She rolled on her side and laid her thigh lasciviously across his leg. She looked desirously at his cock. It was long and thick in her hand like a fleshy serpent.
“Ethan? What’s a blowjob?”
Ethan’s eyebrows went up. Well, he thought. Even after all this girl’s already done, maybe I still underestimated her.
“Is it what you just did to me?” Casey said.
“Sort of. Except it’s when a girl does it to a guy.”
She looked at his penis then back at him. “So what would I do?”
“You’d suck on it.”
“You mean in my mouth?” She made a face like she had a bad taste in her mouth. Ethan smiled at her funny face. “Are you sure?”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”
“How can that feel good?”
“Did it feel good when I did it to you?”
“It feels good for me, too.”
She looked at his cock for a long time like she was thinking about what he had just said. She was pumping it with her hand and licking her lips. Intense concentration was carved on her face.
“What should I do now?”
“I like it when a girl licks it.”
She nodded hesitantly, but she apparently had agreed to do it. She looked like she still had some doubt. Nevertheless, she stuck her pretty, little tongue out of her mouth and touched it cautiously to the warm head of his cock. The sight itself was almost enough to make Ethan shoot his wad on her face. She licked it tentatively like she wasn’t sure how it would taste.
“Lick it again,” Ethan said, almost choking. She might not have been doing much, but it felt fantastic.
Casey swallowed, stuck out her tongue, and licked the head again. Her inexperience was obvious. She was licking it like an ice cream cone.
“Lick the sides,” Ethan said. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. She bent the pole at an angle and gave the sides of the shaft playful little swipes with her tongue. “Give it a long lick, from the bottom to the top.”
Casey looked at him again like he was giving her a line of bullshit. She bent her head close to the base of his cock and began to slowly lick all the way up the long shaft. Ethan sighed. When she reached the head she smothered it with her lips and tongue, drenching it with a coating of her saliva.
“Oh yeah,” Ethan moaned.
Casey looked at him again. His eyes were closed. He seemed to be enjoying it, and she was enjoying it too. Feeling encouraged, she licked it more, all the way around the huge head and up and down the shaft.
“Suck it now,” Ethan whispered.
Casey stopped slurping all over the cock and stared at the end of it, licking up the saliva on her lips.
“How?” she said.
“Put it in your mouth,” Ethan instructed.
Watching him, Casey opened her tiny mouth as wide as she could and slowly started to lower it over the end of his huge cock.
“Don’t use your teeth,” Ethan said. “They hurt.”
“Okay,” Casey said. She put the head of his cock in her mouth and closed her lips around it.
“That’s good,” Ethan said. She looked as good as he imagined with his cock stretching her jaw open. Her eyes were bulging out like she was choking on it. He was pretty sure that if he came in her mouth right then she would choke. “Now suck in your cheeks and move your head up and down.”
She was looking into his eyes the whole time. She could only move her head a little bit, but she did her best. She kept her teeth away as well as she could, although they touched his cock once in a while. She licked the head like she had a sucker in her mouth, and when she sucked in her cheeks she could feel the insides of them touching it. She sucked them in as hard as she could. Ethan seemed to like that a lot because he groaned deeply.
This was great. It was like she had a power over him. Since they started he had been the one giving her pleasure, and now she was the one giving him pleasure, and he loved it. She could get used to this, except that her jaw was beginning to ache. She quickly realized she wouldn’t be able to keep this up for much longer. She wasn’t sure Ethan would, either. He was breathing pretty hard.
What’s going to happen next? she wondered. What will happen if I want to do this with other guys? She was watching his face when his eyes opened.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said brusquely. “Do you want to see it?”
Casey let his cock fall from her mouth. “Yes,” she said. Ethan grabbed the hand she had around his cock and moved it up and down rapidly.
“Do it just like that,” he grunted. Casey kept pumping. Ethan’s ass rose off the bed and his face grimaced. She wondered what was happening to him. Then, suddenly, a white shower of cum erupted from the tiny hole at the end of his cock and shot straight into the air several feet.
“Oh,” she squealed in surprise. She was still holding it around the base and still pumping it fast, but at arm’s length, like a roman candle that was going off.
The first glob came down and splattered on the hard ridges of his stomach. It was quickly followed by another spurt and then another. His ejaculate continued to spray out like there was no end to the stuff. It splattered on his legs, her hands, her shoulder and face, his balls, his groin, and ran down the length of his cock like a waterfall.
Ethan finally opened his eyes. Casey was holding her hands up. They were covered with his fluid.
“What is this stuff?” she said. She didn’t know what to do with her hands.
“It’s my cum,” Ethan said. He scooped a drop off her forearm with his finger and put it in his mouth. He scooped up some more off his cock and held it up for her. Reluctantly, she licked it off his finger. “It’s got my sperm in it. It’s what gets you pregnant.”
“So that’s why my Dad wants you to wear a condom? So you won’t get your ... cum inside me and I won’t get pregnant. Right?”
She licked some more off her hand. “This stuff tastes weird.”
“Some girls really like it,” Ethan said, and immediately wondered why he was trying to convince her to try it. He picked up the box of Kleenex from her nightstand and yanked out a bunch of tissues. “Some even like it when I cum in their mouth.” He handed her the tissues and yanked out more for himself.
“Eew,” Casey said, making that funny, disgusted face again. “That would be gross.” She used the tissues to clean the cum off her hands.
“Are you going to blow Tommy Leeruss?” Ethan said. He could see it was going to take a lot of Kleenex to clean up the mess he’d made. The odors of the evidence of their combined arousal was overpowering in the small room. He knew her father would be assailed by it if he walked into the room again.
“Maybe,” Casey said. Ethan was dying to hear if she was going to suck the guy’s dick, but she didn’t seem to want to discuss it, so Ethan didn’t press the point. She probably had her own ideas about what she wanted to do with him. Ethan felt it was his job to give her a few more ideas to work with. He put her wad of tissues with his wad of tissues and tossed the whole thing toward her small trash can beside her dresser. It bounced on the rim and fell to the floor. Casey laughed. Ethan shrugged.
“I thought you were good at basketball.”
“I play hockey,” he said. “What do I know?”
Casey smirked at him. She rolled on her back and spread her legs. Her hand went down to her pussy.
“I know what you’re good at,” she said. “I think I want you to make love to me now.”
Ethan put his hand on her crotch next to hers. She already had a finger in her pussy. He pushed his in, too. Casey groaned. He pulled his finger out and squeezed her tit.
“You can put the condom on now,” he said, and handed her the packet.
“Thank God,” she said with relief. She tore it open like there was a winning lottery ticket inside. She lifted his cock in one hand and rolled it down with her other hand in only a few moment, giving him a perfectly fitting latex sheath with just enough at the tip for a generous load of cum.
Ethan was amazed again. It would appear there was nothing this girl couldn’t do. If he had enough time, he would teach her every trick he knew.
When she was done she laid back again, fingering her pussy between her spread legs. Her other hand was stroking his covered cock.
“It won’t hurt this time, will it?” she said.
“It’ll hurt,” Ethan said as he moved over her. Her eyes followed him. “But you want it to hurt, don’t you?”
“No. I don’t like it to hurt,” she said, shaking her head. Kneeling between her legs, Ethan grabbed her by her hips and flipped her over. “What are you doing?” Casey cried. She struggled to look back at him over her shoulder. “Aren’t you going to ... Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
“I’m going to fuck you,” Ethan growled. He was kneeling between her wide spread legs. His latex-encased cock stood boldly out in front of him. Her ass was so gorgeous, so small and perfectly shaped, as if it had been carved by a master sculptor with a lecherous passion for young girls. Ethan laid his hand on her bare cheek and stroked gently.
“I’ll fuck you whenever I want to,” he said, surprising himself at his angry tone of voice, and immediately slapped her ass hard. Casey shrieked and nearly jumped off the bed, but then was very still, limp and lank. Ethan left his palm over her cheek. She began to tremble. She wasn’t trying to look at him anymore, just stared straight ahead. Her sexy mane of hair d****d over her shoulders, twisted and mussed like it was windblown. Ethan knew he would run his fingers through that hair and pull on it and use it like a horse’s reins. He knew how Casey would respond, too. She would beg him to take her.
He raised his hand again. She tensed perceptibly, anticipating the strike. He brought his hand down with a loud smack. Casey screamed and dropped her head into the pillow, whimpering.
“Oh please, please, please, fuck me now, fuck me, please,” she pleaded in a sobbing voice that was muffled by the pillow. Ethan smiled. She would do anything for him by then.
Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Turner poked his head in. He saw Ethan on his knees over his daughter, who was face down on the bed, spread eagle. Ethan looked up at the man but did not move or lift his hand from the girl’s ass. Casey raised her head and turned to the door. Ethan could the pout on her lips but could not see her eyes. Her bangs hung over them like a sheepdog. She was still trembling.
“Are you hitting my daughter?” Mr. Turner said, looking stern.
“Yes,” Stay answered.
“Oh. Okay,” Mr. Turner said, his expression changing. He sniffed the air once, then backed out the door and closed it.
Ethan grinned. Was the man having second thoughts about what he had agreed to subject his daughter to? Ethan didn’t care. Mr. Turner’s little girl was spread out naked an panting in front of him and he was going to fuck her hard. He pulled her ass up.
“What are you going to do?” Casey said.
“Relax. This’ll only hurt for a little bit,” Ethan said. Her ass was up in the air and her head was down on the pillow. She was clutching the end of the bed and shaking nervously. He rose on his knees and lined up his cock.