Ron Taylor - High school hot pants

For one thing, I was salivating too much, and I kept choking on the surplus of spit. And for another thing, he kept ramming it in and out, even before I had a chance to use my lips an him the way Jill had described in her letter. I went "Nnnnnnhhhhh", which translated roughly, "Slow down and give me a chance to find out what the fuck I'm doing!" But Rocky wasn't listening.

I was up on one elbow, bent into his crotch, and he had me by the head, guiding me as he used my mouth. That's all he was doing, too. I suppose I couldn't have been anything more than a wet fist, as far as his cock and libido were concerned. Oh, fuck! I thought. Get with it, Didi Sayers! So I got with it as best I could, sealing the looseness of my lips and getting my tongue into play sorta like the way he'd used his on my nips. But it was hard to do much tonguing, because his dick kept pulling mt and shoving back in again, hard and fast, and I had all I could handle just sucking while he fucked me in the mouth.

All of a sudden he said "Nnnfff!", just like that, loud and grunty, and his dick swelled up and throbbed against my tongues and before I knew what was happening, my mouth was full of this warm, mushy, sticky stuff that seemed to roll around like mercury. Yuck! I thought. It tastes like snot! I knew I oughta swallow it, like a good girl, but the taste and the sensation were so new and disconcerting that I just couldn't. My lips weakened their hold an Rocky's peter, and his sperm oozed from my mouth, dribbling down across my chin. I felt warm drops of something tap me on the breasts, and I knew where his cum was dribbling to.

He went soft while he was still leaking, and his dick fell out of my mouth. The cum-sticky tip dragged across my chin, making my flesh sticky, and I felt more droplets of his goo falling onto my titties. Rocky let go of my head and he sat up on his haunches, hand shucking his cock with a desperate intensity. "Just a minute," he kept telling me. "I'll get hard again in just a minute."

Well! I was busy wiping his cum from my mouth and wishing that it had been as exciting and spiritual an experience for me as it had been for Jill. There was a little of his semen still in my mouth, and I swallowed it along with the residue of saliva that had built up, but, it didn't taste as good as I'd always thought it would. In books the heroines were always guzzling cream like it was fine wine, and they were complimenting the stud-heroes on how sweet and juicy their sperm tasted, but it reminded me of raw egg, and I had to swallow twice to make sure it went down and stayed down.

"Look at that," said Rocky, taking his hand away and showing me how his peter had regained its stiffness. Golly gee, I thought sarcastically.

But he threw me down onto my back in the dewy grass, and he suckered onto my neck and breasts, chewing and smacking my flesh. Goddamn it, I remember thinking, I hope Mom and Daddy are reconciled to sucker bites, because I was gonna have a body full of hickies tomorrow morning. His hands were busy on my legs, stroking me, petting me, lifting the hem of my mini skirt and sticking his fingers inside the frilly-laced legbands of my panties.

I wasn't as ready as I could have been. Sucking bun off hadn't turned me on the way fingerdiddling, or even reading Jill's letter, could, and his fingertips brushed pussy lips that were pretty dry. But he was active, and energetic too, and as his fingertips began to make partial entrance to my slit, the little beads of wetness began to form on the petals of my puss. He pushed a little harder, and I got a little damper. It was a nice progression and I was beginning to enjoy it.

Until, all of a sudden, he jerked down my panties and moved his body atop mine. "Mmmfffff!" I grunted, because he was heavy and because he was crushing the breath right out of me. By then my panties were down to my knees and he was wedging his legs between mine, getting me widespread, even though the elastic cut into my thighs and hurt just a little. Panties weren't made to stretch as widely as I was being stretched.

"Mmm, baby, here it comes," he purred to my right titty, and suddenly he wasn't quite so heavy on me. His loins had risen from mine, and he was supporting himself with knees and one hand, and he'd brought the tip of his dick into my playground.

It rubbed my beaver, tickling the lips of my cunt, and I opened my eyes in surprise. I'd never felt a cock's blunt snout nuzzling my bare, moist pussy before, and it felt strange. "Wait a minute," I started to say, intending to tell him that I'd never let anyone fuck me before, that he should be a bit gentle if that was at all possible.

Apparently it wasn't. He shoved his cock at my slit, the same way he'd shoved it at my mouth, and he managed to part the tight lips enough to wedge his tip inside me. "Ohhhhhh!" I yelped, for it hurt like all hell. The splaying effect of his preliminary insertion was so painful I wanted to beg him to stop, for I was somewhat past second thoughts, and onto thirds and fourths.

"Jesus, you're tight," he said admiringly. "I think you've got the tightest snatch I've ever fucked." And with that he braced himself and thrust forward, driving his cock into me, all the damned fucking way into me.

I screamed like a banshee when he broke my cherry, and for a second I thought I was dying. But only for a second. He moved quickly past the wined signpost of my virginity, into the deeper reaches of my cunt where nothing had preceded him, and each plunging stroke spread me wider and wider for his pleasure.

It wasn't doing a hell of a lot for mine, not at first. I was virginally tight, past the little antechamber where my fingers had been fond of exploring, and Rocky's prick was a thick, hard tool that opened me like a crowbar. I twisted and writhed beneath him, trying to pull myself away from the plunges of his dang, but he had me pinned and all I could do was take it like a good girl.

"Oh, you bastard," I groaned in a tight, hurt voice. "You're killing me."

"That's what they all say," he chuckled, and he bit me on the neck like a Goddamned vampire. One more hickey for the cold light of day, I told myself, enduring. Jesus, was it always this uncomfortable? Or was I just lucking out?

But the pain faded as his cock kept on reaming out my tight twat, and almost before I knew it, the discomfort had changed into something else. His cock was and strong and athletic as O.J. Simpson. Sometimes he went deep, sometimes not so deep. I don't know if all that was planned, or if he were just fucking as his own passions dictated. But my protesting grunts were changing discernibly into purrs and come-ons of interested excitement.

"Oh, that's better," I said. "A little deeper, please, and more to the right – your right, not my right – oh, I think…"

And then he jerked his cock out of me and he rose to his knees above my outstretched, still writhing, still twisting body. "Huh?" I asked, not quite understanding what was going on. My cunny had just gotten really adjusted to the feel of his rod inside it, and he was cutting me off?

The moon's shadow of clouds drifted away, and once more the light came down upon us where we lay in our somewhat sacrilegious pleasures. Rocky was above me, shucking furiously at his cock. I called his name, begged him to put it inside me once again so I could get off on the riding thrusts of his erection, but he apparently wasn't listening. He just groaned and grunted, and his head tossed in the moonlight.

Spurts of his ejaculation began to fall upon me. On my belly, on my fingers as I stroked hopelessly at the hungry lips of my pussy. His cum arced in the moonlight, aiming for my body, and it fell upon me in splattering bursts. Oh, shit! I thought, kissing goodbye to my last hopes for a night of unsullied ecstasy.

Something warm and cozy seeped through the silk of my shirt, touching my ribs underneath. God, I thought, he's ejaculated all over me! I swayed and moaned on the grass, my ass wet from the dew and from the seeping secretions of my cunt and from the cum he was dribbling onto me. And it could have been good for me, too, I regretted. Really good. I was on the verge of getting into it, but he'd gone too fast and left me way behind.