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Vickie
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DEDICATION
The events recounted take place in a small Southern city, too large
for everyone to know what everyone else did, but small enough that
each person's reputation was common knowledge.
The time is the mid-1950's, a golden age in America. Before Vietnam
and after the Second World War, having just concluded the "police
action" in Korea. An age of sexual innocence before the PILL, but
also before AIDS. An era when teenagers searched for identity in an
ever changing world. The 60's were right around the corner and some
freedoms and values were even then being challenged. But, for the
most part, we held the same values as our parents had a generation
before.
This, then is the story of my own personal journey to sexual manhood.
My teacher was a thin, beautiful waif who had already learned the
joys of her own body and was willing to share the knowledge with me,
a 16 year old, gangly teenager with more hormones than sense, more
desires than fulfillment.
This series is dedicated to Virginia T., the girl who first taught me
the joys of sex, lust, and love. In our few short weeks together she
showed me pleasures and sensuality I had never experienced.
Vickie, this is for you. Even after all these years I remember as
clearly as if it was yesterday your sweet kisses, your soft touch,
and your exciting aroma as we explored the depths of lust in the
backseat of a 1950 flathead Ford V8.
Solitaire
My First Experience
I remember it as if it were yesterday, even though it took place
nearly a third of a century ago. It was my 16th birthday, and I had
just purchased a 1950 Ford with the money I earned as a caddy at the
golf club. One of my best friends decided that, in honor of my
birthday, he would introduce me to a girl "who did it", an
acquaintance of his younger brother. Unlike today's sexual freedom,
the age before "THE PILL" included two types of girls: those who were
"nice" girls, those who would pet and neck and turn your balls blue
but who wouldn't permit any touching below the waist; and those girls
"who did it", whether they actually fucked or not. The mere act of
getting a "stinky finger" was sufficient grounds to classify her as
"one of them." Since we usually double-dated in the days before we
could get our own license, if your buddy got a quick feel, he shared
the smell with all his buddies at the drive-in and the girl got her
new reputation as "one who does."
We drove to another section of town, an area of plain wooden houses
with small yards and older cars. Parking in front of a white
clapboard house with green shutters, my friend went to the door and
talked to a small woman who answered the door. Pretty soon a small,
thin girl appeared on the stoop and my friend talked with her for a
few minutes before walking back to the car with her. In those days,
cars had a bench seat, so there was enough room for all three of us
in the front, so she sat between us as we were introduced. Her name
was (probably still is) Vickie, short for Virginia, although she
really wasn't a "Virgin Queen." She was about 5 foot 2 inches tall
and probably didn't weigh more than 90 pounds. Her long dark hair
hung in a pony tail with bangs that nearly covered her large, dark
eyes. I remember her eyes. They were soulful and sad, yet they
could sparkle and laugh when she was excited. Her breasts (which I
found out later were "A" cups) barely poked the front of her white
blouse and her arms were painfully thin. Her legs were hidden under
the calf-length skirt as she pulled them onto the seat and sat on
them. As we sat there, I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume
mixed with strange, lustful aromas that I later discovered were from
her pussy.
I drove to the drive-in so we could celebrate my birthday. The Ford
had a column shift, and as I drove, I managed to let my elbow press
against those exciting little bulges beneath her blouse, causing an
erection that painfully inched down the leg of my jeans. Everyone
had a "suicide knob" (a knob screwed to the steering wheel for
onehanded control that, if it broke off in a sharp curve, would cause
a "suicide"), so I could let my arm rest against her chest as I drove
with one hand. I found a spot in the back and, after backing in so
we could see everyone else, we all three celebrated with hamburgers
and a milk shake.
In those days, our big excitement was "cruising the drive-ins".
There were three drive-ins and we would drive from one to another,
circling the parking lot, and then drive on to the next. A station
wagon full of girls from my high school pulled into the lot, and my
friend jumped out to go talk to them, leaving me with Vickie. I
found out that she was in the eighth grade even though she was also
16 since she had been held back because her father was transferred so
often in the military. He had died a few years ago, and Vickie and
her mother moved here because of her family and because she could get
a job as a nurse's assistant. After about 10 minutes of
conversation, Vickie turned to me and asked me if I wanted to kiss
her. After stammering an affirmative reply, she turned on the seat
so she was facing the back and put her arms around my neck, raising
her face to be kissed.
I had had some experience in kissing since that's really all the
"nice girls" would allow, so I opened my lips and met her open mouth
with my tongue, slipping it in her mouth as she relaxed against me.
For the next three or four minutes we continued the kiss, my arms
around her slim body and her arms around my neck. Finally Vickie
pulled back, resting in my arms as she told me that I was a good
kisser. She took both her hands and reached down to grasp my right
wrist and pull my hand to her face. She kissed my palm and told me
that I had strong life lines (I later found out that her grandmother
had been a gypsy fortune teller) and that my sex line was slightly
out of kilter. She pulled my hand down to her chest, pressing my
palm against the slight rise of her left breast encased in a bra and
her blouse. She pulled my hand tighter against her and began to rub
it around in a circular motion while her lips pursed as if in a kiss.
"Do you like that," she asked as my cock, already raging from her
closeness in the car, was now uncomfortably constricted by my jocky
shorts. I couldn't say a word, so I simply nodded. "Let's get out
of here and go to the park," she said as she closed her eyes and
pressed my palm even tighter against her breast.
"But Davis won't have any way to get home." I protested as she
turned in the seat so she could see him sitting in a car with 4 girls.
"I don't think he'll have any trouble," she said, "and besides, since
tonight is a school night, he promised my mother that I'd be in by
ten, and it's just a little after nine now."
As I started the car, she turned back around so she was facing the
dashboard, pulling my right arm around her shoulder so my fingers
could just reach the top of her bra-encased breast. In those days,
with the stick shifts instead of automatic transmissions, teenagers
quickly learned how to shift using the boy's foot on the clutch and
the girl's hands on the shift lever. She got us in first gear as I
started the car, hearing Davis' loud protestations (for show, I'm
sure) as I sped out of the parking lot, leaving rubber trails where
the powerful flathead eight over-revved the tires.
As I pulled onto the main road, I saw lights behind me as Davis and
the girls were trying to follow us. Vickie saw what was happening
and pulled my arm from her shoulders to give me complete control of
the car, although she continued to clasp my arm with her hands. The
1950 Ford was a race car disguised as a family car. Its balance and
suspension were such that it could take corners at nearly full speed
without sliding. It was only a few minutes work to completely lose
the pursuit, so I slowed back to the speed limit. As we continued
toward the park, I could see Vickie's eyes illuminated by the street
lights. Where they had been sad and soulful before, now they
sparkled with excitement.
"Can you always drive that fast?" she questioned as I continued my
leisurely pace.
"Of course!" I replied, almost indignant that she would question my
ability.
"Then let's go. I want to get to the park as fast as possible and I
want you to drive as fast as this car will go."
My speedometer read 110 miles per hour, but I doubt that it was that
accurate. Fortunately none of the city police were between the
drive-in and the park, so we arrived in record time, my tires
squealing their protests as I took the curved roads in the park at
full speed, heading for the back of the lake.
When I finally pulled off the road into the parking lot by the lake
(the spot where we all went for the submarine races), her breath was
coming in pants just as if she had run all the way there. She
twisted in the seat again and plastered her mouth on mine, smearing
her lipstick and saliva all around my mouth as she moaned my name.
My hands were loosely on her waist, so she reached down and pulled
them up to her breasts again. This time I pressed my hands into her
chest of my own accord.
I felt her teeth capture my tongue and hold it as she mumbled
something. She bit harder and mumbled again, but this time I
understood enough to reach for her buttons which I quickly undid to
her waist, sliding my hands inside to touch her bra-covered tits.
The skin above the bra was warm and soft, yielding to the pressure of
my fingertips while the bra material, made of white cotton, was harsh
and rough against my palms.
I continued to caress her breasts through the bra, and I thought I
could feel her nipples but the bra was too thick to be sure. I slid
my hands around to her back to find the hooks of the bra, but they
weren't there!
She pulled back and giggled, "It hooks in the front," as she reached
down between her breasts and unhooked the bra, letting it hang
loosely over her breasts. "Now you can touch me all over."
As I slid my hands under her bra, I could feel her hot breath on my
ear as her tongue slid wetly into its canal, wetly licking and
sucking as I caressed her breasts. I could fit each of her breasts
into the palm of a hand, and my fingers could stroke the skin around
it. Her breasts were very firm, even though small, and they didn't
yield much as I pressed. Her nipples were like hard rosebuds poking
into my hands, and they moved like reeds in the wind as my hands
continued their circular caresses.
"Pull them gently," she whispered into my ear as I felt her hand
slide down my chest to my groin, her hot fingers clasping my erection
through my jeans. I gently pulled on each nipple with thumb and
forefinger, but her breast was so firm that it didn't budge very
much. I squeezed a little more firmly and began to pull it, causing
her breasts to distort slightly as they formed cones of pleasure.
"Now twist them while you pull," she instructed as I began to use my
fingertips to twist her nipples like I was tuning a radio. "Oh God,
that makes me so hot. Put your mouth on one and kiss it," she said
as she raised up on her knees, her head bumping the headliner as she
clasped my head to her chest.
Up until that moment, I had never been any further than touching bra
encased breasts and, only once before, a firm, responsive nipple for
an instant before the girl, horrified that she might lose her
reputation, pulled my hand from under her sweater. I could feel the
nipple poking at my lips, slippery from the residue of saliva which
coated my chin. Opening my lips only slightly, I felt the hard
nubbin poke inside and I covered my teeth with my lips and grasped it
gently as I heard her breath inhaled in a sharp gasp as her hand
grasped my cock tightly through the thick denim.
"Suck me! Lick me!" Her words ran together in a cadence as they
became one long litany as my teeth twisted her nipple back and forth,
pulling her nipple through my closed lips. Finally she clasped my
head tightly to her chest, nearly smothering me as she wailed and I
smelled her aroma penetrating the car.
"Oh yes, that was good. I love having my nipples sucked and licked,"
she said, pushing slightly back so that her eyes were locked on mine.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the erect little bud, feeling its
strength and firmness as it bent before my inquisitive lips.
As I continued my oral ministrations, she reached down and pulled her
skirt from under her knees, making it a tent on the seat of my car.
She pulled back and sat on her haunches, her knees spread slightly
for balance as she took my hand in both of hers, my regret that she
wasn't touching my prick anymore. She used one hand to pull her
skirt nearly to her waist, and I could see the white glimmer of
panties in the darkness beneath the skirt. She moved my hand to her
knee and leaned forward to kiss me sweetly on the lips as, with her
motion, my hand was forced half-way up her thigh. I could feel real
heat emanating from above as I slid my hand up her thigh until it
came in contact with her panties, now sopping with her cunt juices.
I slid my finger back and forth along the leg band of her panties,
feeling the softness of her skin, the crinklyness of her pubic hair,
and the wetness of her pussy.
As I slipped my finger under the leg opening, her hand reclasped my
cock, rubbing it somewhat ineffectively through the heavy cloth. I
felt something wonderful. Smooth and slippery. Wet and hot. It
enclosed my finger as I slid it back and forth, feeling a real pussy
for the first time ever in my life. As I slipped my whole hand under
the leg band and felt the wholeness of her pussy, the firm smooth
skin of her outer lips and the wonderful warmth and wetness of her
inner lips, I felt her hand unzip my Levis, sliding inside toward my
cock.
I had to raise up on the seat since my position was too uncomfortable
with her hand stuffed into the already tightness of my pants. My
fingers worked back and forth within the confinements of her cotton
panties as my middle finger crooked and slid up into her vagina, the
smooth and tender walls clutching at my digit as it slid easily into
her. She gasped my name as I felt the increase in moisture as my
palm easily massaged her inner lips as my hand moved back and forth,
driving my finger in her pussy. Her fingers finally found my cock
and she clasped her fingers around its hardness, caressing the
tubular muscle through the cotton of my shorts.
"Use two fingers," she moaned, her voice now starting to rise in
pitch as she began to whine, begging for release. I inserted two and
then three fingers inside her, her pussy walls expanding to
accommodate the increased volume. I marveled at how smooth and
slippery she was inside. I could feel a hard ring at the end of her
cunt as my fingers poked into her cervix, but the rest of her pussy
was soft and yielding, giving and taking, sucking and clasping as I
continued my manual stimulation until, with a moan, she mashed her
mouth on mine and her body began to spasm, her hips jerking back and
forth like a jackhammer, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper into
her sweet moistness. She continued to moan my name as she came, her
body wracked with the pleasure of release.
Finally, after minutes that seemed like hours, she collapsed,
trapping my hand in her pussy as her legs gave way and she sat on my
wrist. "Oh Dam'n. That was great. I haven't cum like that in
months. But what about you? You didn't cum yet. Do you want me to
make you cum? You're going to have to push those jeans down since I
can't get to you. And next time, don't wear shorts, just let it hang
there waiting for me."
I pushed my jeans to my knees, dragging my shorts with them, my prick
now standing proudly up my stomach as she placed her cool hand gently
on its base and massaged my balls with the heel of her hand. She put
one hand on the top and began to rub my cock head while her other
hand massaged up and down the erect shaft, drawing moans from my
throat as the sensations overtook me and I erupted into her hand,
coating her fingers with my slippery white love juices and increasing
the pleasure of the masturbation many-fold. My hips jerked
involuntarily as I alternately tried to get away and then get back
for more stimulation, the cum running down into my pubic hairs and
dripping on my balls. The tickling sensation as her palm slid easily
over my cock head was too much for me, and I had to grab her wrist to
pull her hand away.
She giggled into my ear and asked me if I liked that, her other hand,
coated with the overflow from my cock, sliding up and down easily,
giving me sensations that I only felt when I masturbated in the
privacy of my bed. Her hand slipped up so she grabbed my cock head
again, squeezing so it was milked in her slippery fingers, and I
moaned again. I had never tried that, and it felt wonderful! My
erection, once starting to flag, now reversed and my cock stood
proudly at attention as her hands continued their milking action, now
joined by the other hand on my balls, gently caressing them and
massaging them. I started frantically shoving my fingers back up
inside her warm, wet cavern, drawing a moan of pleasure as she leaned
forward again to plaster her mouth on mine.
"Oh, you're getting hard again. Would you like me to make you cum
again? Would you like me to use my hands to rub your big, strong
cock so that it spurts on my fingers again? Does this feel good,"
she questioned as her other hand, slippery with my previous cum, slid
around the head of my prick like it was oiled, the tickling
sensations nearly driving me out of my mind. My whole being was
concentrated in those seven inches of muscle as I felt her fingers
sliding easily up and down my shaft as her other hand rubbed the
head, giving me sensations that I had never felt before.
Our hands seemed to separate from our bodies. I could feel the
wetness of her pussy increasing as I worked it to a lather, my three
fingers sliding up inside her until my knuckles were encased inside
her soft inner lips. I rotated my hand, trying to give her as much
pleasure as I was receiving as her hands, slippery with the previous
orgasm, jerked up and down on my cock, both hands now concentrating
at the top of the shaft and caressing the sensitive head until the
tickling brought me to the top for the second time, my sperm blasting
out again to cover her knowledgable fingers.
At the same time, I felt my hand getting drenched with the flood of
juices from her cunt as she threw her head back, her eyes closed as
she gave herself over to the pleasures of her climax. I was so
inexperienced that I really thought that she had pissed on my hand.
It wasn't until I could smell it later, when I was alone, that I
realized that she had cum, letting her sweet sex juices flow as she
reached her zenith, her cunt walls clutching at my fingers. I
remember the clasping feeling of her vaginal muscles rhythmically
squeezing my fingers as her orgasm flowed through her body.
Giggling, she leaned forward and kissed me sweetly, saying, "Boy, you
were really ready. You came a ton. I haven't felt that much that
soon ever. You must have been saving all that for me."
After we dressed, I drove her home, nearly missing her curfew, but
being rewarded with another kiss, quick feel of her tits, and a
promise of another date the next Saturday night. But that story will
have to wait until the next chapter. Needless to say, I smelled my
"stinky fingers" all the way home, but I never told anyone
(especially Davis) what had happened. In fact, since I continued to
deny it, the story got around that I fucked her on the first date,
and she got pissed until I convinced her that I hadn't told anyone
and that I had, in fact, denied anything at all. After she checked
and found out that I was telling the truth, she agreed to keep our
Saturday date.
Saturday Night Fever
In today's world, young men put a can of Skoal in their back pocket
as an indication of their impending manhood. In my day, the white
ring on the brown wallet leather caused by a foil-encased Trojan was
the same thing. In those days, rubbers were kept behind the counter
and you could only get one by asking the pharmacist. Always you had
to be careful that the women behind the counter were elsewhere so you
could quietly talk to one of the men, shamed that someone might see
you, but also excited at the prospect of this rite of passage. A few
days ago I was in a drugstore behind a high school girl who was
discussing the merits of ribbed rubbers with her girlfriend who was
working the cash register. In my day, the only ribbed condoms were
found in a machine behind the door in the men's room at the truck
stops.
All of this preliminary explanation to state that I was ready for
Saturday night and my first real date with Vickie. My condom was
safely waiting in my wallet where it had been for the last six
months. (In those days, we assumed that a rubber was indestructible
and would last forever, unless used, of course. But that wasn't very
likely unless you were willing to go with a girl who "did it".) I had
captured the aroma of her essence on my handkerchief when I cleaned
my hands before going home, and I placed it on my face as I jacked
off in bed, dreaming of encounters past and, hopefully, future. By
Saturday night my cock was so tender that it was constantly in my
mind as my tight pants rubbed on it, the feelings causing an erection
and the erection causing more memories. This vicious circle meant
that I spent the next few days walking around my high school with a
constant hardon. Later I found out that that fact had caused more
than one of my female classmates to decide to accept if I asked them
out.
I washed and cleaned my car, showering and covering my body with
after shave (Old Spice as I remember) so I would smell good. With a
half bottle of scent, I probably smelled like a French whorehouse,
but I didn't realize it at the time. Promptly at 7:30 that evening I
knocked on her door, dressed in black chinos, lime green short
sleeved shirt with the collar up in the back and cigarettes rolled up
in the left sleeve. Mrs. T. opened the door and looked at me with
one eye. Vickie later told me that she had control of only one eye,
and that the other wandered without control, but I was nearly
unnerved by the sight of a woman staring at me with one eye as the
other looked all around.
Stammering, I asked if Vickie was ready, and she invited me in while
Vickie's brother called loudly, "Vickie, your date is here", his tone
sounding like he was about to puke. As Vickie walked into the room,
I got my first chance to look at her closely in the light. She was
much shorter than I and was extremely thin, her arms and legs
appearing to be nearly emaciated. Her face was pretty, even though
her cheeks were hollow, and her hair was done up in a braid on her
head, her bangs covering her forehead with a sleek brown shine. Her
eyes were sparkling, unlike their appearance when we first met, and I
could see color in her cheekbones as she blushed at my stare. I
nearly didn't hear Mrs. T's instructions to have her home by 1:00 and
that I should drive carefully, and other general bull that all
parents tell their children's dates.
As we walked to my car, her poodle skirt swished half way down her
calves. I helped her into the passenger seat, and she slid half way
across, waiting for me to get into the car. I had barely shut the
door when I felt her hand on my thigh as she leaned against my
shoulder, her head relaxed against the seat back. Starting the
flathead 8, I started for town, heading for the movie theater. Her
eyes were closed and, when I finally got to the theater and parked,
seemed surprised to see where we were.
"You don't have to take me in there if you don't want to," she said
in a small voice. In those days, your own reputation was colored by
the company you kept, and she knew that my reputation would change if
we were seen together a second time.
"I want to," was all I said as I got out of the car, Vickie sliding
out beside me. We went into the theater. While we stood there
waiting for popcorn and Cokes, I heard whispers behind me and knew
that someone was talking about us, and that the story would get all
over school by 9:00 on Monday morning. I wasn't really brave, I was
just determined that small minds in a small city weren't going to
make me change my upbringing. I took "nice girls" to the theater,
and I was bound and determined that I was going to take Vickie.
We sat in the last row of the balcony--the make-out pit--as we
watched some movie. Vickie leaned against me so my right arm could
go around her shoulders and under her right arm, my fingers able to
just caress the sides of her breast covered with her blouse and bra.
Her sweater hid my hand from the sight of others, and I remember that
I fought to keep my arm from going to sleep, but I was afraid that if
I changed positions I wouldn't be able to touch her breast anymore.
Her hand was resting lightly on my knee, and occasionally she would
squeeze my leg as my fingers found her nipple through all the layers
of clothing, my fingers unable to be sure that I had the erect nubbin
captured until I felt her reaction. My erection, prominent all week,
was now raging, and I shifted to eliminate my discomfort. Finally I
had to use my hand to release my cock from its confined place down my
inseam and let it ride up my belly. Vickie scooted down in the seat
a little more, and I thought it was to give my hand more access
(which it did) until I felt her elbow gently probing at my hard-on,
rubbing against its strength as her hand moved and caressed my knee.
I can't understand how I managed to wait for the movie to end. Even
today I think that I probably was so aroused that I would rape her if
not for the fact that there were about 50 people in the theater. As
we got up to leave, her hip brushed against my erection, and she
leaned back so her buttocks were firmly pressed into my groin as she
moved slightly from side to side, her crack dragging my cock as it
worked back and forth over my body. I nearly came, but she giggled
and stepped forward, leaving me with a raging hard-on creating a very
evident bulge in my pants (at her recommendation, I hadn't worn
underpants, so there was nothing to restrict or control my erection.)
I remember feeling that every eye was on my cock as we walked past
the rope which segregated the late show crowd from the matinee
viewers.
When we finally got to my car, I asked her if she wanted to go to the
drive-in and get something to eat (still the perfect gentleman who
was "RAISED RIGHT".) She looked at me, looked plainly at my crotch,
and said, "I think we better get to the park before you bust the
zipper in your pants."
Remembering that speed caused her to get excited the first time, I
pressed the accelerator until we were going nearly 80 mph down the
main street in that section of town. Rather than risk the cops, I
pulled off into a residential section and my tires could be heard for
blocks as I rounded curves at top speed, hoping that there was no
loose gravel to cause a skid. Her eyes were bright with excitement
and her hands clutched at my leg as she tried to stay beside me as
the force from cornering threw both of us around (remember, seat
belts wouldn't become even optional equipment for nearly 5 more
years.)
Finding the back of the lake and parking among the other "make-out"
artists, I killed the engine and turned off the lights. As I reached
for her, Vickie scooted across the seat and got out of the passenger
door, slamming it as she ran toward the lake, leaving me in a
complete state of confusion, my erection wilting fast as my mind
tried to understand what was happening. Finally, when she was about
to disappear around the curve of the lake, I got out of the car and
ran after her, catching up with her about two minutes later.
As I reached her side she stopped and turned to face me. "I thought
you weren't coming, and I'd hate to walk around the lake alone with
my blouse and bra off. You never know who you might meet." Saying
that, she handed me her sweater as she unbuttoned her blouse and
shook it off as she reached between her breasts and unsnapped the
hook, letting it slide off her arms to the ground. Raising her arms
to the sky, she stretched upward letting the coolness of the night
air bathe her nipples so that they poked out like pencil erasers from
the pinkness of her areolae. "I love to feel the wind on my tits. I
hate clothing. I wish I could be a nudist and go around all the time
without clothing, letting nature clothe me in its warmth."
I was dumbfounded. I had never even seen breasts before, and now
this sprite was standing in the streetlight in the park completely
naked to the waist. Quickly, before anyone could see, I put the
sweater over her shoulders and pulled it shut, my erection restored
with the thought of what she was doing. "No, let me. I'll keep it
on so I can cover up if we meet anyone, but I want to be free. I
want to feel the air on my nipples as we walk. Pick up my clothes
and carry them if it makes you feel better," she said as she started
out walking around the lake, her naked body gleaming in the
streetlamps as we walked. When we were near the park entrance a car
turned in and bathed us in its headlights, and I'm sure the driver
caught a view of her naked chest before she could pull the sweater
closed.
When we finally got back to the car, I opened the door and she slid
the seat back and got in the back before I could stop her. Looking
around, I quickly followed and shut the door, extinguishing the dome
lamp. She threw her sweater into the front seat and leaned back
against the cushion, her fingers touching and caressing her nipples.
"Feel how hard they are. I love the excitement and it always causes
my nipples to get really hard and sensitive. Put your hand on them."
I reached out and put just the tip of my finger on her nipple,
pushing gently until it started to disappear into her breast. When I
released the pressure, it sprang back like a rubber ball, poking
proudly from her naked chest. I leaned forward and put my cheek
against her breast, rubbing it back and forth. "Kiss it," she
commanded as her fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my face against
her nudity. I opened my mouth as far as I could and sucked her
entire tit, my lips lapping over the soft rise of her breast as I put
maximum suction, pulling my head backward. "Do just the nipple," she
whined as the heat rose in her body. I could hear the slurping
sounds and I attacked her nipple with my lips and tongue, sucking and
licking, flicking the exciting bud of flesh as if I was a baby
nursing for its dinner. Her moans of pleasure filled my ears as she
let the feelings wash over her, her hands pressing into her groin and
rubbing through the thick skirt.
I put one hand on her other nipple and began to twist and pull it
like I had the first time I touched her, and I let my other hand fall
to her calf, rubbing her leg up under her skirt. As my hand neared
the conjunction of her thighs, she screamed, "No!" and grabbed my
arm, forcing my hand away from her crotch.
Confused, I sat back and looked at her slumped down in the seat,
completely naked from the waist up with her nipple glistening in the
soft light from a distant street lamp. Her mouth was open and her
hands were frantically rubbing at her pussy as, with a loud moan, she
came, her aroma flooding my senses. I nearly decided to get out of
the car, figuring that she was going to turn into another
prick-teaser when she came back to earth, her hands slowing and
finally stopping their intrusion onto her pussy.
"I'm sorry. I'm off the roof now and I can't fuck or anything. I
didn't want this to happen, but it felt so good while you were
sucking me that I had to rub myself." Now I might have been
inexperienced, but I wasn't dumb. I realized that she hadn't gotten
her fingers inside her pussy, so I couldn't understand how she got
herself off.
"But how did you do it?" I asked, confounded by the fact that she
had cum without any penetration.
"I rubbed my clit, silly. It's really more sensitive than my pussy
is anyway, and it's right where I can get to it."
"Clit?" I thought, "what's a clit?" I had learned all the proper
terms for a woman's body in Sex Ed last year. I knew about ovaries,
vagina, fallopian tubes, womb; but no one said anything about a clit.
"Show me," I asked. "I want to see where your clit is."
Slowly she pushed both hands down her thighs, apparently trying to
decide if she would comply. Suddenly she made up her mind. She
grabbed the skirt and pulled it up so it covered her breasts,
exposing her panties which were wet with her vaginal fluids, her dark
pubic hairs poking from the sides where the crotch was forced between
her lips. She stuck one finger into the front of her panties and
pulled them to the side, exposing a curly mass of dark hair
glistening wetly in the night. "Give me your hand," she said as she
reached for mine with her free hand. She pulled it forward and let
me feel the softness of her inner lips. She pushed it upward and I
felt a hard nubbin at the top of her cunt lips, and she drew in her
breath sharply as I stroked it.
"Is that it?" I inquired, my fingers pushing the bud back and forth
in its warm moistness. Her gasp was all I needed to know. I leaned
down to get a better look and smelled her aroma wafting strongly up
from between her legs. Looking back through the dark currents of
time, I realize that I have associated the strong aroma of aroused
womanhood with that moment in my development. I rested my face
against her thigh as I poked and prodded her clit, flicking it back
and forth, up and down as her legs unconsciously shivered,
alternately trying to clasp and release my hand as it continued its
pleasurable explorations. As I stroked her, I felt the moisture
increasing and I slid my open palm against her pubic bone, trapping
her clit against the unyielding hardness as I rotated my hand,
rubbing and squeezing the erect button.
With another loud moan, she climaxed again, her hips jerking up and
down, nearly dislodging my head from its resting place on her thigh.
"Oh God, don't stop. Don't stop now. Keep rubbing me. KEEP RUBBING
ME. KeepRubbingMe. Keeprubbingme."
Her climax lasted for about two minutes as I continued to use the
heel of my hand on her clit, continuing her pleasure. Suddenly her
body relaxed and seemed to collapse on the seat as her hands
fluttered at her crotch, trying to push my hands away. "Oh, please
stop. That's enough for now. My poor clit is so tender. Stop and
let me catch my breath."
We both sat up with our backs against the seat. "That was truly
wonderful," she said, taking my hand in hers and kissing the back of
my fingers. "I really did enjoy it. Give me a minute to catch my
breath and I'll do you too."
As we sat there, I reached over and began to play with her nipple
again, softly touching it and the entire surface of her small breasts
as we shared a cigarette, the red glow illuminating her naked body as
she drew deeply of its addictive smoke.
When she finished the smoke, she threw it out the window before
turning to me and placing her hand on my crotch. "Take off your
shirt," she requested as she continued to stroke my prick. I
unbuttoned and removed it, throwing it into the front seat along with
hers. Her lips and tongue danced on my chest as she worked her way
from my neck to my beltline, pausing to flick wetly at my nipples,
the sensation causing me to groan with pleasure. She took one nipple
into her lips and sucked it hard, her mouth hollowing with the vacuum.
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my nipple. She had bitten me! I
jerked back with surprise and I felt her teeth grating against my
sensitive bud as it pulled free. "Come back here. Pleasure and pain
are nearly one," she said as she grabbed my hair and pulled her mouth
back to my chest, capturing the red nubbin in her mouth.
Now that I knew what to expect, it felt funny; strangely erotic and
strangely forbidden. I never knew that men's nipples were sensitive
before Vickie took me in hand (mouth, really) and taught me that pain
can be a pleasure in the right circumstances.
I felt her hands at my belt and fly, and I lifted my hips as I felt
her start to slide my pants down, leaving me naked from my knees
upward. I could see the wetness of my pre-cum coating the angry
redness of my cockhead as it poked up from my belly at a thirty
degree angle.
She twisted her body so that, while she continued to nibble at my
nipple, her tits brushed across my prick, her hard nipples poking
into my strength. I was confused and pleased simultaneously. This
wasn't what I had expected. I was ready mentally, even if not
experiencially, to put my cock inside her pussy. I had studied the
sex book I found in my father's closet and I knew that my cock was
designed to fit into her cunt. But the book hadn't said anything
about nipple biting and nipple rubbing and tit fucking. I felt her
hand go to the base of my cock as she rubbed it back and forth over
her hard nipple, the friction causing me great pleasure and great
pain from the tickling sensations. My hips jerked involuntarily as I
gave myself up to the sensuality of the situation.
I felt the semen rising in my cock as it started its journey from my
balls, and it felt as if it was nearly burning as I erupted, covering
her chest with my seed, her teeth digging in even harder. Each time
my spasms would subside, she would bite me again and another spasm
would shoot some more cum onto her.
Finally I was dry and her teeth were becoming unpleasantly painful.
I tried to force her head away, but she kept her face on my chest as
she changed to suckling and licking the tortured bud of my nipple,
the sweat from my body mingling with the cum covering hers to make
both of us slippery.
She sat up and, while watching my face, began to rub my cum into her
skin, the white globs of cum oozing between her fingers as she
captured more and more of my love juices.
"Did you like that? I love to feel cum on my titties. I like to
feel its heat and smoothness against my skin. I wish I could have
some every night so I could rub it in like this," she said as her
body glistened in the streetlight.
As I tried to catch my breath, I could only nod my agreement. If she
could be this erotic while she was off the roof, what would she do
when she was finished? For a minute I thought that we were finished
for the night, but she had other ideas. She leaned forward so that
our chests touched, her hard nipples digging into my pectorals as I
felt her body sliding across mine, my cum and my sweat providing the
lubrication. It felt wonderful! Her soft lips found mine and she
poked her tongue between my lips, forcing its way into my mouth as
her hands started to search for my nipples. She found both of them
and again started pinching and twisting them, occasionally letting
her fingernails dig in sharply and causing my cock to stir from its
lethargy and begin to snake its way upward, bumping into her side as
it jerked involuntarily.
Giggling, she breathed into my mouth, "Are you ready so soon? Do you
want me to do it AGAIN?" with the emphasis on the last word implying
that she really didn't believe it. "Sit back and let me do you
slowly, touch you slowly so that it lasts, while I tell you what
we're going to do next weekend."
My mind is nearly a complete blank. I remember her telling me that
we were going to go down near the river where we could be alone, that
we were going to make love on a blanket, that we were going to be
naked and together under the stars; and I remember that she kept me
right on the edge of my third orgasm of the night, but she wouldn't
let me cum. Every time my body rose towards the apex, she would slow
down or she would stop completely and simply continue kissing me with
her lips and tongue. Vaguely I remember my voice, sounding as if it
was coming from some movie screen, begging her to let me cum, nearly
crying in my frustration as the sensations welled up, only to be
capped just before completion. My entire being was wrapped up in a
small, thin sixteen year old girl with knowledge beyond her years.
Finally, she stuck her tongue in my ear and licked it wetly as she
whispered that it was time, that she was also ready to cum. I hadn't
been touching her, at her insistence, but now my hand found its way
back under her skirt to rub at the erect nubbin at the top of her
slippery wet lips. As soon as I touched it, she groaned and I felt
her hips spasm as she worked herself against my fingers, her own now
rubbing frantically up and down my cock, no longer slippery but hot
with the friction of her movements as the loose skin slid back and
forth over the sensitive nerve endings, causing me to erupt again,
this time on my own chest and belly. Her hand started the milking
motion on my cock head again, my cum giving sufficient lubrication so
that it wasn't painful, and I remember moaning her name as my hip
spasms started to subside.
Somehow I remember going down to the lake to wash off, her chest
glistening in the streetlights as she bathed my cum from her body,
her skin shivering with the icy coldness of the water. I remember
holding her in my arms, giving my warmth to her and shielding her
from the world, and I remember arriving back at her house just before
curfew, but the memories are too vague to be recounted.
Needless to say, my thoughts for the next week would be colored with
the memories of what we had done in the backs seat of my Ford and
fantasies about what we would do on the river next week, the subject
of another chapter in this series.
Wednesday's Child is Loving and Giving
I had made a date with Vickie for the next Friday night when she
would "be ready", as she put it, her period over for another month.
We talked on the phone every night and I was really beginning to fall
deeply in love or in lust. At sixteen, love and lust are part and
parcel of the same emotions, the hormones satisfied with either. On
Wednesday I called her house, but her brother told me that she was
babysitting for a family and that she wasn't there. I had to call
back twice more before Vickie's mother finally answered the phone and
gave me the phone number where she was, her snotty little brother
hanging up on me when I questioned him.
When she answered I asked her where she was. As she described the
Doctor's house, I suddenly realized that it was the house right
behind my own. The houses were separated by a hill and woods, but I
often walked down their driveway when I was headed for the country
club where I caddied for money. She said that the Doctor had called
her mother in a panic. Their regular babysitter had chicken pox and
they HAD to be downtown for a benefit dinner.
I told my parents that I was going over to Blake's house to study
(Blake lived up the street from the Doctor. I inducted his younger
sister, Honey, into the mysteries of sex a few months later. I may
recount that story if there is enough interest in these memories from
my past.) Fortunately, Blake and I had occasionally studied together
before and my parents weren't worried or even surprised by my
statement. I went out the back door and up the hill, my passage
familiar enough that I didn't need a light.
As I approached the Doctor's house, I could see light streaming from
every window on the first floor. Apparently she was going to make
sure no boogie man got her. I peeked in the window and she was
sitting in the living room all alone watching a black and white
television (we didn't get our first TV for another year) with her
legs curled up on the sofa. I tapped gently at the window, and she
started, the sound apparently scaring her.
When she turned and saw my face gleaming whitely in the light from
the room, she seemed to sigh in relief as she ran toward the kitchen,
her bare feet making no noise. As the back door opened, I stood on
the ground at the foot of the steps, fortunately in position to catch
her flying body as she launched it off the stoop, her legs clasping
my waist as her arms encircled my neck.
"You scared me. That house is so creepy. It creaks and groans and
it sounds like someone is walking around. I put the kids to bed an
hour ago, but I keep thinking there's something in there with me."
"Well I'm here now and I won't let anything get you except for me," I
said as I started pivoting in a circle, the action causing her
ponytail to fly out behind. She put her face in the warm cavity of
my neck as she hung on, her thin legs squeezing my waist as we
turned. Finally, nearly out of breath, I walked her to the stoop
where I let her stand on the bottom step, our heights nearly matched.
She took my face in both hands and kissed me sweetly, her lips pursed
and her tongue lightly flicking out at my lips. I put my hands on
her hips and felt the power of her buttocks as she stood there, our
lips telling each other of the love/lust inside us, the promise of
joy and pleasure to come.
"I want to be naked! I want to feel free. I want to take off all my
clothes and dance in the star light and feel the wind brush my
nipples and tease lightly between my legs," she said as, with a
bound, she leaped off the step into the damp grass and began to
unbutton her shirt, throwing it aside as she twirled, her hair
streaming behind her. She reached down to the side of her bermuda
shorts and fiddled there for a moment before her shorts slid down her
legs, leaving her completely naked as she stepped out of them,
dancing away from me into the darkness.
"Where are your underclothes," I whispered as I frantically picked up
her shorts and shirt, trying to find her in the darkness beyond the
window's light.
"I took them off as soon as I knew you were coming. Don't you love
the feel of air on your body? The touch of night on your nipples?
The breath of air between your legs?" she said as she suddenly
appeared as if in a spotlight, standing in all her glorious nudity in
the light from the kitchen door, her hands in her hair holding it
away from her neck as she danced right up to me, pressing her
nakedness against me. "Take off your clothes. I want to feel your
body next to mine. I want to rub my nipples all over you and touch
you and have you touch me. I want to feel your cock between my legs
and your hands on my ass," she said as I felt her fingers at the
buttons of my shirt, swiftly skinning it from my body as her hands
went to the button and zipper on my shorts, the sound of the metal
grating in the night as it spread and permitted my shorts to fall to
my feet.
She knelt before me and grabbed the waistband of my jocky shorts and
pulled them straight down, my cock bobbing up in her face as she made
me pull my feet up so I could step out of the useless clothing.
Giggling, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cock as she
rose and clasped herself to my naked body.
Oh God, what a feeling! For the first time in my life I had a
completely naked woman pressing her excitement to my nakedness, her
nipples poking into my chest and her smooth belly squashing my cock
against my own. She twisted her body as we kissed, the action
putting maximum pressure on my shaft as it rotated between our bare
skin. I was so excited that I didn't even pause to consider what
would happen if either of the neighbors decided to look out their
windows at the two naked people illuminated clearly in the evening
darkness.
"I want to fuck, but not until Friday. I want us to take our time
and I want the first time to be just right. But I have an idea that
will satisfy both of us. Let me stand on this step and you put your
cock between my legs, letting it slide along my pussy while we kiss."
As she mounted the bottom step her belly and crotch were nearly on a
level with my own. I felt her hand work its way between our bodies
to grasp my cock, pulling it down as she rose on tiptoe and inserted
it between her legs. As her thighs clasped me, I could feel the
entire length of her pussy along the top of my prick, her wetness
bathing me in warmth.
"Don't move. Just enjoy the feeling for a little while. Can you
feel how wet I am? Your big cock is poking completely out in back
and I can feel it all along my pussy. If I spread my legs a little
like this, I can feel it pushing my lips aside and it rubbing on my
pussy. And if I move like this, Ohhhhh, I can feel it on my clit."
When she rubbed her clit against the top of my cock, her hips started
an involuntary movement back and forth, drawing her smooth wetness
across my prick, the tickling sensation driving me to start my own
hunching motion as I forced my cock back and forth, dry fucking her
cunt lips. Her mouth was pressed to mine as she moaned my name into
my throat, her hips rotating and thrusting, increasing the pressures
on her clit as I felt a flood of moisture streaming down my shaft,
dripping onto my balls. Her hips spasmed quickly and I nearly came,
but I managed to hold back just in time, the tickling sensations
making me thrust completely through her legs and hold her hips so she
couldn't put any more pressure directly on my cock head.
Her motions slowed as her body relaxed, her arms sliding down my back
to grab my ass cheeks, mashing me against her as her lips and tongue
continued their duel.
Her head went back, her body supported by her arms as she looked me
in the eye. "Dam'n that was wonderful. I love being naked and free.
Ever since my parents took me to the nudist colony when I was six
I've loved to dance naked in the moonlight. Sometimes, after Mom has
gone to bed, I sneak out of the house and take off my nightie and
dance in our backyard. But I never had something hard and long like
you to rub against my clit. I always have to use my fingers, but I
think, from now on, I'll insist on your hard cock to rub against me
when I dance naked. If I called you, would you come? Would you come
over to my house and dance naked in the backyard with me and let me
rub your cock between my legs?"
Since I hadn't cum, my hips were trying to hunch back and forth,
being imprisoned in her hands as she held us close together. I
forced my mouth on hers as with a growl I started to piston my hips
back and forth, driving my cock between her thighs and along her
pussy like a steam engine. She moaned again and clasped her thighs
even tighter, increasing the pressure on my cock and forcing me
harder against her pussy lips. I remember the sensations as her
vaginal fluids gushed out again, the wetness finally causing me to
begin to climax, my sperm shooting out on the concrete stoop as my
legs nearly gave way, my knees weakened from the orgasm.
We stood there for a few more minutes, my cock starting to soften as
it retracted from her warm, slippery sheath. "Do you think you can
do it again?" she questioned as she felt it retreating. Although I
doubted that I could get it up right away, I knew from experience
that she could make me do things that I had never done before. Just
the question made the retreat pause as my mind considered the
possibilities laid before it. I felt her thighs rubbing back and
forth as she rolled my cock between her legs, her own moisture
lubricating the movement.
I felt the swelling start again. My cock was going to do it! It
never got completely soft, but until she started talking and
massaging me with her thighs, I thought that I was finished for a
while. As the swelling increased, I felt it poking up at her cunt as
I began to hunch back and forth, letting the fluids leaking down her
thighs provide the necessary slipperyness.
As my cock got completely hard, she suddenly stopped and stepped back
one step, putting her cunt out of my reach as I staggered with the
suddenness of the move. "What the fuck!" I said as my cock,
glistening with her fluids, poked ineffectually at the air, finding
nothing to caress its need.
"I want to watch you cum. I want to see your cum shoot out of your
cock just like it did. Take your hand and make it cum while I make
myself cum," she said as she took another step up, now two steps and
an eternity from me. Slowly my hand went to my cock and I could feel
the hardness of the muscle under the softness of its outer covering
of skin, drenched with the juices which had gushed from her cunt when
she came. I watched her hands go to her own pussy as, with one she
stroked her clit as the other disappeared further between her legs,
her pelvis tilted toward me as her hands worked their magic.
I couldn't take any more. The thought of what we were doing, naked
in the backyard, masturbating ourselves silly, caused my seed to
spring forth from my balls, rushing up my shaft to erupt in three
long, white strands of cum spurting across the night air to splash
against her leg as she came also, her groans sounding like thunder in
my ears.
I softly continued to stroke my softening shaft as she shuddered
through her climax, her head now thrown back in her unconscious
search for pleasure. Her hands slowed and finally stopped, her
finger just barely moving on her clit as she looked at me, saying,
"That was good. Did you enjoy it? I haven't seen anyone cum before
and it looked like fireworks as you shot it at me. You are so good.
You make me want to try things I haven't done before. Maybe Friday
we can try some other things. But you better go now since they're
supposed to be home at 9:30 and its nearly that now."
She kissed me sweetly and stepped around me to find her clothes. She
picked them up and walked up the steps completely naked into the
light where anyone could plainly see her. "I'll put them on inside
where my underwear is, but you better get dressed unless you want
them to find you like that."
As the door shut, I finally came out of my reverie and began
frantically searching for my clothes. I never did find my jocky
shorts that night, and I had to come back early the next morning to
find them stuck in a bush where she had thrown them when I stripped.
I don't think the Doctor ever suspected what caused the stains on his
kitchen stoop, and I imagine that the rain finally washed them away,
but that morning there were dark stains where my sperm had exploded
onto the concrete roughness.
As I made my way home on unsteady legs, I wondered what she would
think of next. I didn't have long to wonder. Friday was only two
days off.
Friday Night - FINALLY!!!
After Wednesday's naked romp through my neighbor's back yard, I was
ready for anything on Friday. I put a heavy blanket and two towels
in the trunk as she had instructed, had my handy foil-wrapped Trojan
in my wallet, a full tank of gas, and a freshly showered and scented
body as I walked up to her door, anticipating everything but willing
to settle for nearly anything. Vickie's brother opened the door and
walked disgustedly into the back room, not even telling Vickie that I
was there. I waited for a few minutes, and, when no one came into
the room, walked uneasily toward the back of the house, looking in
the doors as I passed. When I got to her room, she was standing in
front of the full length mirror, posing and turning and looking
simply beautiful.
She had let her hair down so it caressed her shoulders instead of the
pony tail she normally wore, and as she twirled, her skirt rose up
her thighs revealing her legs that, even though thin, seemed to be
the most beautiful things I had seen. Suddenly she caught my
reflection in the mirror and turned and ran to me, leaping up to hug
me around the neck and plastering her teenage body against mine as
her lips and tongue flicked into my mouth. She smelled of soap and
flowers, lust and desire, all at the same time. Sliding down to the
floor, she took my hand and walked me to my car, sliding in the
driver's door to sit in the middle of the seat. As I started the car
she asked me again if I had the blanket and towels. Confirming that
I did, I started down the block. As I drove, we alternately entered
and left the pools of light from the street lamps until we reached a
section where the lights had been shot out by some unknown vandals
seeking excitement of any kind.
Vickie told me to pull over and stop the car, which I did, wondering
"Why here? This can't be where we're going to do it," or at least I
was hoping that this wasn't the spot. As I turned to her, she slid
across the seat until her back was against the door. "Oh just
fucking great! Now she's decided to become a DDH (that's Dam'n Door
Hugger, for you youngsters) just when I thought I was going to
finally do it!" I thought to myself, my mind whirling in confusion.
"Did you wear any underwear?" she asked, waiting for my negative
nod. "I didn't wear any either. Would you like to see?" as she
began to unbutton her blouse, pulling the tails from her skirt and
letting me see her naked chest in the faint glow of the dash lights.
She reached the side of her skirt and undid the zipper with a
metallic rasp, raising her hips to slide it down to the floor,
leaving her completely naked.
Now I don't know about you, but being naked in the backyard was one
thing, but this was something else. Anyone driving down the road or
walking on the sidewalk would have seen her body, tinted green from
the dash lights, sitting completely naked beside me. I'm sure my
mouth hung open in surprise as she lay down on the seat, facing the
back, and put her head in my lap.
"Well, go on. You know where we're going. When we get to the store,
let me know. Until then, I want to feel the wind on my body and your
hands on my tits. Let me do the shifting," she said with a giggle,
"but watch out since I've never done it from down here."
Instant erection!! The surprise and worry about being seen
dissipated with the soft touch of her hair as she turned on her back
and ground my gears until I finally had the presence of mind to step
on the clutch.
I still don't know how I got out of town. We had to go onto the main
highway, past all the drive-ins and stores with their lights acting
as spotlights on her naked body lying across my seat. She pulled my
right hand to her chest and gently brushed my fingers across her
erect nipples, letting them bend and recover as each finger danced
across her small tits. I pulled each nipple in turn, twisting and
turning it as she had taught me, and I could smell her lust starting
to penetrate my senses as her hands went to her own crotch where I
could see them moving slowly up and down, rubbing her clit.
We were well out of town (she had selected a spot about 40 miles away
on the river) when I heard her gasping for breath and watched as her
hands started to increase in speed, rubbing quickly up and down her
cunt as she approached climax. "Fuck that" I thought to myself,
"she'll have to wait for me too." as I reached down and grabbed her
wrist, pulling her hand from her pleasure pit. She fought like a
wildcat, but I was able to fend off each hand as it tried to get back
between her legs, and her moans rose in frustration as she was left
on the edge of orgasm, unable to get over.
Finally she seemed resigned to waiting, which was a good thing since
we were at the little country store she had described. She sat up
and kissed my cheek, whispering that I was right, she would wait
until we could both cum together. She directed me to drive down some
dirt roads and pasture lanes until we finally reached the river bank
where I parked, extinguishing the headlights and leaving us bathed in
the warm, soft glow from the full moon, lighting the landscape as if
in early morning. As I started to open my door, she stopped me and
told me to sit and contemplate the beauty of the scene.
I have to admit that it was pretty. The river bank was covered with
an indistinct bramble of undergrowth, the trees standing erect into
the moonlight as we could see flashes of glimmer from the moon's
reflection on the water. Off to the right was a field of grass, the
tops waving gently in the soft breezes blowing off the hill. It was
very peaceful and very silent.
But my mind was totally on beauty of another sort. Beside me was a
naked sprite who's white body gleamed in the soft illumination of the
moon, her nipples making dark statements as her chest rose and fell
with her soft breathing. Lower down I could almost make out the
dusky bramble between her legs as I watched her fingers idly stroking
up and down, maintaining the excitement, but not increasing it.
She turned and grabbed my neck and kissed me with all her strength,
the sweetness of her breath combining with the lusty aroma from
between her legs causing my prick to pulsate with pleasure. "Let's
go. You get the blanket and I'll pick the spot. Oh, yes, take off
your clothes before you come. I want to watch you walk to me," she
said as she opened her door and danced into the bright moonlight in
the field.
As I stripped, my erection was about to become extremely
uncomfortable as I watched her twirling and dancing naked in the
moonlight, looking for all the world like the pictures I had seen of
fairies. I got the blanket and towels out of the trunk and walked
self-consciously toward her, aware with every step, of my erection
poking proudly before me like a knight's lance. I tried to cover
myself with the blanket until she warned me that, if I did, she would
run away and I'd never find her.
As I reached her side, her soft hand went down and grabbed my prick,
squeezing it as she leaned up to kiss me, her hand working up and
down my shaft and bringing a groan from deep in my throat. Releasing
my cock, she helped me spread the blanket on the soft grass, mashing
it into our mattress as we lay together on our backs, looking at the
moon, our fingers intertwined as we held hands like new lovers, which
we were about to become.
Turning, she raised up on one elbow and looked down into my face. "I
want to look at you all over and touch you all over," she said as her
hair gently caressed her shoulders and my cheeks. "Just lie there
and let me explore."
For the next few minutes I was treated to the glory of having a
knowledgable teenage waif gently touch and kiss my body, her touch
like feathers and her kisses drawing the fire into each place she
sucked. My nipples felt like they would burst, they were so hard.
Her cheeks and lips rubbed across their surface as her tongue flicked
out to moisten their way. I could feel the coolness of the night on
the spots where her saliva hadn't dried, and I shivered with the
feeling.
"Oh you poor baby, you're cold. Let mama warm you up," she said as
she put her entire length against me, lying down my body, one leg
inserted between mine, and her soft stomach pressing my manhood into
my own abdomen. Her lips gently nibbled at mine as she wouldn't let
me participate in any way. I felt her slide down until she had one
nipple in her mouth, suckling and nibbling with her teeth, the
alternate softness and pain sending sparks shooting to my groin where
they collected in my cock.
Looking down, I couldn't see her face shrouded by her hair as she
kissed her way across my flat belly, her tongue flicking into my
navel and causing slurping sounds as she tried to recapture the
saliva she had dripped into its bowl. I could feel her tits, nipples
as hard as marbles, digging into my cock as she twisted her chest
from side to side, dragging my cock with her buds of pleasure.
She got to her knees between my legs and put her soft hand on my
cock, pulling it straight erect, the blood engorged muscle trying to
return to its more prone position. Looking me in the eye, she leaned
forward and gently let her tongue flick out to wash across the top of
the shaft, and I moaned her name with the sensation. Her lips pursed
and she gave my cock a wet, sloppy kiss, but she didn't take it into
her mouth. As I was just about to erupt in her face, she pulled back
and told me to turn over.
Reluctantly I complied, my erection poking a hole in the soft grass
mat as it poked uncomfortably out, making me think of sleeping on a
tent pole. I felt her hands massaging the muscles of my back as her
hands worked lower and lower until they were on my ass. I could feel
the strength of her hands as she worked the muscles, massaging them
with her fingers. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the
sensations flooding my senses. Unconsciously my hips began their
hunching, trying to find relief from the tension. Suddenly I felt a
hard SLAP on my ass. Before I could react, two more swats rained
down on my unprotected buttocks.
"Hey," I shouted angrily, trying to turn over and evade the spanking.
As I reached my back, she grabbed my cock again right near the head,
and let her fingers milk the head, the friction causing an unbearable
tension in me. I reached for her hand, the pleasure too painful to
continue, but she ducked her head and let her tongue lick the
surface, her saliva creating the lubrication that turned pain into
pleasure again, as she let herself down, her body on top of mine and
her lips raised for a kiss.
"Now it's my turn," I told her as I twisted out from under her,
flipping her onto her back in the process. Her arms and legs went
out in a large "X", leaving me complete freedom to do anything I
wanted. Putting both hands on her face, I raised her head to kiss me
as I knelt at her side, touching her only with my hands for the time
being. Gently I let her head back and she shut her eyes, trusting me
and letting me have her body to do with as I wished.
I let my hands slide down her neck to her chest where I caressed the
swelling mounds of her breasts, my fingers evading her nipples and
touching only the sweet whiteness. Her body wriggled as she tried to
get contact with my fingers, but I put each hand on her rib cage as I
leaned over and let a strand of saliva drop from my tongue directly
onto each nipple, the bead gleaming brightly in the moonlight. I
could see goosebumps forming on the soft swelling of her tit as she
shuddered from the sudden chill as a breeze evaporated the wetness.
Using just one finger from each hand, I massaged the slippery
moistness into her red buds, each one swelling into its full length,
her moans of pleasure reassuring me that I was pleasing her.
As I worked my way toward her cunt, my lips and tongue leaving wet
trails glistening in the moonlight, her body gently twisted and moved
in response to the pleasure. I put my knees between her wide-spread
legs and bent over for a better look.
"Dam'n!!" A cloud obscured the moon, turning our field into a black
hole. Looking up, she giggled as she realized that it would be many
minutes before the cloud scudded out of the way.
"Do you want to look at me?" she questioned. Of course not! Here I
had the chance of a lifetime and I wasn't going to take it? As I
nodded, she jumped up and ran towards the car, disappearing into the
darkness with the second step. I ran after her, following her sounds
and trusting that she was going the right way. I heard the soft
rustle of the river as I bumped into her from behind, my prick
contacting her about seven inches before the rest of me.
"Get in the car and turn on the lights," she said, reaching behind
and grabbing me quickly as she danced away. I leaned in the open
window and pulled the light knob, bathing the pasture in its
unnatural light. Right in front of the beam stood Vickie, as naked
as the day she was born, her hands in her hair and her legs spread
widely, letting me see the glistening pussy juices coating her pubic
hair. "Well, come on and look. You ought to be able to see with all
this light."
Kneeling in front of her, I looked closely at the first woman's cunt
I had ever seen except in drawings. It was beautiful!! Dark curls
framed the "V" of her mons, the hairs glistening with the overflow
from her pussy. Pink lips poked wetly from between her legs hanging
below the hairs that became sparse toward her vagina,
completely exposing the sweet softness of her pussy. She reached
down and spread the lips using the fingers of one hand. At the top
of her cunt was a little pink pearl gleaming in my headlights. I
touched it and watched it grow, erecting like a miniature penis, to
stand pointing downward as my fingers bumped over its surface,
drawing a gasp from her lips.
"Tilt your ass so I can see further," I requested, searching for
sight of her vaginal opening, looking to see its beauty in the
shadows between her legs. Her butt moved forward, but I still
couldn't see and I tried to force my face further between her legs.
Giggling at my dilemma, she told me to wait as she sat down and
reclined on her elbows, raising and spreading her knees to give me
full access to her womanhood. I formed three fingers into a cone and
slid them toward her vaginal opening, feeling the warmth and moisture
coating my fingertips as they progressed. I forced my hand up her
cunt, drawing a moan of pleasure from her lips as she reached down to
use her own fingers to spread her pussy lips, giving me more access.
As my fingers alternately disappeared and reappeared as I
fingerfucked her cunt, her pussy juices were overflowing, creating a
white lather on my knuckles and running in rivulets down her thighs.
I felt her hand grasping for me, finding my hardness and caressing it
softly as the excitement built in her slender body. With a loud cry
and a spasming of her body, she came, her body bent at the waist as I
continued to force my hand up her cunt, twisting and turning to
multiply her pleasures.
Her fingers clasped the head of my cock and squeezed, her palm
turning and creating an unbearable tension and I felt my sperm start
its hot, burning flow through my prick, erupting into her hand and
dripping from her fingers as my hips jerked back and forth
uncontrollably.
Finally she grabbed my wrist and begged me to stop. As I pulled from
her cunt, I could see the opening continuing its spasms, opening and
closing, searching involuntarily for my fingers to continue their
pleasure giving.
We collapsed beside each other, both too exhausted to move, and too
sated to do anything else. Lying there I felt the most tenderness
and love I had had to that point. Some minutes later she rolled to
her side and kissed me, telling me that now it was time for the real
thing. Her exact words, as best as I can remember, were, "I want to
feel you inside me, your hard cock sliding inside me until you cum.
I want to feel your power and your love."
After turning off the lights, we walked back to the blanket hand in
hand, the moon again revealing the sweet contours of her body as she
walked closely beside me. "Put on your rubber," she told me as she
lay back, spreading her limbs, at one with the evening air. I
scrambled around to find my pants and get my wallet out of the back
pocket. I tore the foil and found what looked like a ring instead of
what I had assumed to be tubular, like my cock. Confusion showing on
my face, Vickie sat up and took the condom and placed it on my cock,
the ring fitting below the head before she unrolled it. I still
remember the smell, the pungent aroma of latex and lubricant, and the
feeling of slippery constriction as my shaft was covered in the thin
material. Vickie let her hand slide quickly up and down the shaft,
drawing a moan from my throat as I felt the movement starting to well
up from my balls.
She lay back, knees in the air, and guided me into her cunt. Warmth.
Softness. Tender smoothness. Warmth. I remember to today the
feelings of her cunt as I slipped easily in, bottoming only when my
pelvis met hers.
"Don't move," she said. "Feel that? Can you feel me squeezing you?
I'm going to milk you with my pussy. Does that feel good?"
I felt a pulsation enclosing my prick, tenderly squeezing it as she
manipulated her internal muscles. It grasped my shaft about half way
up its length, its pulsations at one with my heart beat, driving me
crazy with longing for more. I kissed her lips and tried to get my
fingers on her nipples as she giggled and squeezed faster and harder.
"Pull out for a minute," she said as she turned onto her knees, her
ass high in the air before me, completely submissive to my desires.
"Now stick it in. Fuck me with that thing. Shove it all the way up
in me and make me cum."
Her buttocks gleamed in the moonlight like a white mountain of pure
pleasure as I adjusted my position and sank my entire length into her
sopping wet pussy, my balls banging against her fingers which were
frigging her own clit. She was so warm and smooth inside, her
vaginal muscles contracting around my cock in loving adoration.
Slowly I became aware of sounds. My entire being had been
concentrated in my cock, but now sound penetrated, providing counter
point and stimulus to my lust. Vickie was moaning with a soft "Uhh"
each time I bottomed in her sweet pussy. My own voice, coming from
some foreign source, was repeating her name softly, over and over.
But in the background, and nearly drowning our voices, was the
wetness of our coupling playing its steady tune of sloshing sounds in
steady concert to our fuck.
Twice before I came for the first time in a woman's soft love
channel, her back stiffened and then arched as she began a staccato
movement back onto my cock, capturing it deeply within her and moving
quickly an inch in and out as her pussy walls frantically clutched at
my prick.
"Stop. I can't take anymore," she said as she slid forward to lie on
her stomach leaving me hanging, frustrated, and unfulfilled. She
rolled over and looked at me as she took my cock in her hand, feeling
my strength and power. "Poor baby. You didn't cum yet, did you?
Lie down and mommy'll make you feel all better."
As I lay back, a cloud obscured the moon once again, depriving me of
the pleasure of watching this teenage sprite impale herself on my
manhood and fuck me to fulfillment. Instead, all my senses were
concentrated on touch...on the touch of her hands as she grabbed my
cock...on the touch of her thighs as she straddled my prone
body...the softness and cloying warmth of her pussy as she sank down,
completely engulfing my prick in her body...the cool wetness as her
pussy juices overflowed and ran down my balls...the sharp white pain
as she leaned over and took one nipple between her teeth, biting and
worrying that bundle of exposed nerve endings like a dog with a
bone...the clutching, clinging, massaging of her vaginal muscles as
she brought me to my first climax in a woman's cunt...the nearly
unbearable tension and tickling...the spasmodic clinching of my
buttocks, driving my hot cum up from my balls...the glorious feeling
of relief and release as my cock erupted, filling the end of the
condom with my lust...the gentle afterglow as I felt myself still
protected inside her body, kissing her sweetly and tenderly, our
lusts sated for the moment.
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EPILOGUE
Less than 2 weeks after that last episode, Vickie's mother moved the
family to Baltimore where she could get a better job. Vickie and I
fucked every night until she left, even fucking at 4:00 on the last
afternoon in the backseat of my Ford on a turn-off by the river, the
condensation from our passion the only barrier from prying eyes.
Vickie, if you ever read this, know how much I loved you, know how
much I wanted to marry you, but it really wouldn't have worked out.
Our love was something special, and, in reality, the culmination in
intercourse wasn't nearly as exciting as the passage to fulfillment.
You took a gangly 16 year old and gave him something that he's
remembered for all these years.
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