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An Erotic Moment
by
Ricardo L. Cassavina
I'm thinking back to a time when I was 18, and attending school
at Monterey Union High in Monterey, California. My steady girlfriend was
Karen. To my way of thinking, Karen was the most beautiful girl in
school. She was 5'3", 115 pounds with dimples, dark hair, full natural
eyebrows and a very curvy and sexy figure. Her father was the auto
mechanics teacher at our school, and her mother worked in the cafeteria.
Karen and I had our first real date on December 5, 1957. From
that very first date, I continuously worked at getting Karen to "come
across". Each time that we got together, I managed in some small way to
progress just a little bit further along the path towards Karen and
myself "going all the way". We sexually consummated our relationship at
about 9:30 PM on April 14, 1958, so the time of this story, as best as I
can remember, occurred about one month before that... sometime in March
of 1958. You see, Karen was a virgin, and so was I.
The day started out as did most school days. Karen and I met in
"our usual spot" to stand together holding hands, and sharing our
thoughts. And oh yes... to be seen as a couple on campus. That was
important, although neither of us admitted it. Anyway, somewhere during
the course of the day, somebody, somewhere got a notion that a number of
students from our school should be bussed over to the Sunset Auditorium
in Carmel.
The number of students picked for this impromptu bussing to the
other side of the Monterey Peninsula was about 25. It was only after we
were well underway that we were told the full nature of our trip. It
seems than a rather new group called "Al Anon" was holding a symposium at
the Sunset auditorium, and the "powers to be" at Monterey High decided,
at the last minute, to send a delegation to add to the audience. As part
of that delegation, Karen and I were included.
I remember the presentation as being somewhat boring,
particularly after the participants on stage finished with their stories.
For those who might not know about the organization called "Al Anon", it
was, at that time, made up of the children of alcoholic parents. Karen
and I sat in the audience for several hours. First we heard the personal
stories of those on stage, and after a break, we sat through a question
and answer period. What's interesting is that neither of Karen's parents
were drinkers, and I had no parents, so... what the heck! We were there
because those same "powers-to-be" liked us, and thought we should be
included.
During the proceedings, I have to admit that I was more focused
on Karen than anything else. As of this writing, many, many years since
that time, I can still remember exactly how she was dressed that day...
every item... every color. By the time we were ready to get back on the
bus, and head back to Monterey, the sun had disappeared behind a heavy
overcast. What had started out as a bright and sunny California day, was
now a dull and gray California day.
Upon its return, the bus dropped us off in the middle of the
faculty parking lot. It was about 6 o'clock, and there was not a single
car left. Soon this same spot would become the center court of the new
Girls gymnasium and basketball complex, but on that particular day and
hour it was a large deserted gray asphalt slab overlooking the stone
steps of the grandstands and the accompanying football field below.
Getting off the bus, I gave Karen a sign to follow me. Today, I
can't begin to tell you how I did this. I do remember that back then...
way back then... my beautiful Karen and I had quickly developed a way
that we communicated between us. Using some sort of a language that only
she and I understood, she followed me off the bus, and in a direction of
my design.
After everyone else had somehow disappeared, I took Karen by her
hand, and led her down the hill towards the gymnasium. Following the
walkway around the nearside of the gym, we came to a point where the
walkway made a left-hand turn, and a crude footpath began. We both
recognized the dirt path. This was the unofficial way that some students
used to get around a large ravine that sat directly behind the gymnasium,
and then to their homes on the other side. This saved them the long trip
down to Pacific Street, over a block, and then back up the hill.
No attempt was ever made to completely block this narrow path to
the small neighborhood that existed on the other side of the thickly
wooded ravine, but it was known that if you were not careful,
particularly in wet weather, you could loose your footing and fall off
into the deep and thick overgrowth that waited below. Barely wide enough
for just one person, I held Karen's hand, and led her along this
primitive path.
Following the back wall of the gymnasium, I led Karen to a
special place I had discovered while poking around one day. In the back
wall of the gymnasium was an inset... a small alley way that sat at a
right angle to the narrow path. The alley was about three feet wide, and
some ten feet or more in depth. Its perpendicular line to the narrow
path, and its out-of-the-way location gave the feeling of security I
sought.
At the very end of the alley was a clean gray metal box that was
almost the width of the alley, some two feet in depth, and just below the
waist in height. Even though there was no apparent way into the metal
box, I assumed that it housed some sort of gas or water meter.
When I first found this unique place, I remember experiencing the
same sort of thrill I did as a kid - What a neat place for a fort!.
Except this time, my mental reaction was more like - What a neat place to
bring Karen! This was the destination I had in mind.
Up until that day, Karen had carefully orchestrated the
availability of her body. It was an accepted thing between us that I
could readily enjoy the excitement of her naked breasts. On one
occasion, I had enjoyed the experience of fingering her asshole, and on
another of actually viewing that same pretty brown pucker. However, I
had never actually seen or touched Karen's pussy. At best, I had only
smelled and felt its presence through Karen's seemingly ever present
girdle.
Turning Karen around so that her back was to the low set metal
box, I began to kiss her passionately on her mouth. For most all of the
day, as we sat together in the audience at the Sunset auditorium, my mind
was focused on what I desired from Karen this day, and in this place. I
knew better that to try and fuck her. We had openly talked about how
that, and mutually agreed that it would eventually happen. However, it
would happen only when Karen openly said something like, "Ricardo, fuck
me!" Knowing that wild and passionate kissing got her very hot, I
covered Karen's mouth, face and neck with kisses, while searching for and
caressing her firm breasts beneath her sweater.
Everything I did at that moment was acceptable in our
relationship. Even though it was a bit nippy, Karen freely allowed me to
remove her long blue dress coat, her mixed colored scarf, her blue
sweater, her blue skirt, her white full slip, and her white cotton bra.
With each piece of clothing that I removed from her warm body, we jointly
shared the responsibility of neatly folding it before placing it on a
corner of the metal box.
With all of the aforementioned clothes neatly folded, Karen
finally stood before me dressed only in her white girdle and shoes. Now
the shoes were what was generally called "tennies", complete with white
cotton socks that had their tops rolled down in just a certain way. That
was cool. The white girdle was very sensuous. It was a brief cut with
large satin panels over the stomach and derriere. It was, by all
measures, the style of the times, and very sexy. I loved the sensation
of running my hands over the smooth and taut material where it covered
Karen's buttocks and hips. As I kissed her deeply upon her mouth, my
mind could see the seams that marked the satin panels from the rest of
the garment, and the tips of my fingers easily sensed the warmth and
tension created by her captured body.
Karen loved to be undressed in the outdoors. I had done it
before, and I would do it on many occasions after this particular day.
However this day was the very first time I undressed Karen with a
specific plan in mind. Except for the white girdle that bound Karen's
hips and derriere, and her "tennies", Karen stood naked before my eyes in
light that freely allowed me to view the color and shape of her breasts.
Karen's breasts easily filled a C-cup, and stood straight out
without a hint of droop to them. On the tip of each was a perfectly
formed puffy dome the color of unfinished leather. The puffy domes
looked like miniature breasts themselves, and on the end of each was a
small round nipple that grew monstrously large whenever she became
excited.
Stooping down, my mouth suckled to Karen's left breast, my
favorite as well as hers, and both of my hands stroked the buttocks of
her girdled ass. My mind was starting to loose control. I knew what I
wanted, but I don't think Karen did, at least not at that moment.
After several minutes of very hot and lustful kissing and
suckling upon each of Karen's proud tits, I stood upright to again take
her into my arms. Kissing her once more wildly and passionately upon the
mouth, I made my first move. I sent both of my hands simultaneously deep
down into the back of her girdle. I still remember the stress the
garment created on my arms. There really wasn't room for my arms, as
well as Karen's plump round ass inside the garment, but I made the room.
The look on Karen's face told me that I was pushing the envelope
as far as our preapproved list of sexual "do's and don'ts", but I was
simply beyond reason at that point. As she started to give some
resistance to my "new" advance, I uttered the only words I knew how to
offer in such a situation, "Don't worry baby, I'm not going to do
anything." In our language, that meant that I didn't intend on fucking
her. Once I sensed that she was a bit more relaxed with this assurance,
I knelt to kiss the flat of her stomach, and to sniff the arch between
her legs. In doing so, I used each of my forearms to force the girdle to
roll ever further downward on her hips. Eventually standing, I pulled
both of my hands out from the back and sides of her girdle while
purposely making sure that it was left rolled low on her hips. Running
my hands over the upper portion of Karen's now naked buttocks, I
encouraged her to sit up on the utility box.
As she started to situate her beautiful ass up onto the box, I
took advantage of the moment, and the fact that her girdle was rolled to
such a low position on her hips. Using the strength of both hands, I
forcefully yanked it to a position well below her hair covered pubic
mound. In the soft light of a fading day, I first saw its beauty. It
was very full, very thick, and very brown. It was Karen's hair covered
pussy mound.
With an absolute look of shock on her face, it was then that the
real struggle ensued. Karen immediately began a fierce physical
resistance. Her voice was stern, but not at all loud. "No, " she said.
"Not here, and not now." "I told you I wasn't going to do anything," I
once again said, as some means of assurance, and with that I forcefully
yanked Karen's girdle completely from its mid-thigh position... from her
reach, and completely off of her body. Offering a gasp of surprise and
disbelief that I still remember, my beautiful Karen sat naked, except
for her "tennies", as the white satin paneled garment sailed to the
ground.
Standing square in front of her, I pushed Karen's full white
thighs wide apart and back. This action forced her back against the wall
of the gymnasium. Pulling the full of her ass to the front edge of the
utility box, I went down on one knee, and immediately began to smell,
kiss, lick and feast upon her virgin pussy.
After some long moments of verbal and physical protest that
included trying to close her legs on my head, Karen seemingly accepted
this new standard for our relationship... at least for the moment.
Although she seemed to be accepting of what I was doing, I could tell
that she was still very much on her guard. Only after I took a position
on both knees did she seem to settle back, and offer my eyes, nose, mouth
and mind full access to the trophies that they craved.
The aromatic odor and delicious taste of Karen's virginal
cunthole were all that I thought they would be. Nesting her beautiful
white ass out over the edge of the utility box in the palms of my two
hands, I began to vehemently sniff, kiss , lick and suck upon the warm
and moist flesh of her cunt and its hairy mound. Sensing an even more
comfortable state upon her part, I pushed Karen's thighs further back
and ever wider. It was then that I then took, for the very first time, a
long look to mentally record every detail of Karen's cunt and ass.
Sensing the need and the desire, I buried my tongue deep into Karen's
asshole. To my mind, both holes were equally delicious, as I freely
savored the flavors of one, and then the other. Back to the first, and
on to the second.... over and over. .. back and forth, I feasted like a
starving animal with no mind but to mentally devour my prey, and all that
it presented before me.
Not knowing if ever I would be given this opportunity to feast so
freely from her body again, I did not hurry the final act. Being the
pessimist for thinking that the lady might just call it quits between us
after this day, I made my next move. Rising to a standing position, I
pulled Karen forward to a position standing before me on the ground.
Dressed only in her "tennies" and cotton socks, I forced Karen to kneel
before me on the ground.
It was then that I unbuttoned my corduroy pants, and let them
fall to the ground around my ankles. It was Karen who pulled down my
jockey shorts. I still remember looking down upon the top of her head in
the soft light as she held my heavy cock in both of her hands, and
seemingly stared at it for the longest time. Later, she would share with
me that she had never seen a man's penis except for her baby brother, and
her father... once by accident. And certainly, it was the first time she
had ever seen an erection.
It was the forward motion of my hips that finally brought the tip
of my cock to Karen's lips, but it was Karen's own desire that placed it
into her mouth. First, it was just the tip, but somehow just like I knew
I wanted to feel more of my stone member in her mouth, Karen desired to
feel more of me there as well. As innocent as we both were in the ways
of sex, particularly oral sex, Karen's mouth opened deep, and my
throbbing cock entered.
Holding her face in both of my hands, it did not take long before
I blew my massive load. The first jerk of my loins shot a voluminous
thick wad into the back of Karen's mouth. It was only after the second
blast that I withdrew my quivering member from her mouth. Using my own
hand, my subsequent shots were delivered to her face and tits. When the
last volumes of my hot cum had spent themselves from my body onto hers...
only then did my beautiful Karen automatically place my still hard cock
back into her mouth, and begin to suck upon it... again.
Without ever loosing my erection, my cock quivered under the
delight of Karen's continued sucking. This time there was something for
Karen. Only after fucking her mouth for some minutes did I realize that
she had removed one hand from me for the purpose of fingering her cunt.
Later she would share with me the fact that she had an orgasm during our
heavy make out, another when I pulled her girdle from her ass, and
several small ones as I ate her pussy. But none, she later admitted,
could compare to the ones she began to experience once my cock was deep
within her mouth, and her hand was fingering her clit and cunthole.
Well, dear reader, I could go on about Karen and myself, and all
the hundreds of beautiful times we shared as lovers from that day
forward, but for now, I shall leave those other stories for just that...
other stories for another time.
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