Ron Taylor - High school hot pants

"Jeeeceesus!" he yipped, "that was gooooooddddd!" His hand fell away from his cock. In the moon glow I could see that it wasn't fully limp yet. "Wanta do it again?"

"Again?" I said bitterly. "You finished so dammed fast I wasn't aware we'd started the first round yet." By now I could feel more of his cum leaking through my shirt. Then were sticky globs on my skin, too. I had a sinking awareness that these clothes would forever be stained by Rocky's jism, that I'd never be able to Biz the cum tracks away. "If you're done," I told him, "why don't I'm help me up? I think I'd rather go."

Rocky called me the next afternoon, but I told Mom to tell him I'd died. I had no intention of becoming just an orifice, a stuck-up jack could masturbate in. Besides, I was busy reading Jill's second letter. It had come in the morning mail. My initiation had been a shitty experience, pure and simple, and it pissed me to read what she had to tell me about her own:

Dearest Didi,

I suppose you're wondering what happened. It was terrible, cutting off the way I did, but I wanted so much to tell you about Kerry and me, and I just couldn't wait till all the votes had been counted. Sooooooo… We came together in the frothing, splashing high tides of the evening, Didi. His body drifted upon mine as though the sea had brought him to me, and I responded eagerly, intensely, locking him with my arms and legs. He rubbed his crotch upon mine, and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Thank God he'd been wise enough to have patience in the afternoon. He hadn't rushed me, he hadn't forced me, and the foretaste of the pleasures Kerry could give had made my whole afternoon a study in patience.

The sea bathed us, and I knew that nature itself was smiling upon our union. The incoming tide swished and played across our bodies as we kissed and petted in the surf, and sometime during that lovely interaction, my bikini bra was tossed onto the sands, far beyond the tide's reach. In a moment more, my panties had gone to join the bra, and I was naked in the tide. "You're like Venus born of the sea," Kerry whispered between gentle nibbles at my ear, and I thrilled to hear him say it so perfectly.

He cupped my breasts and squeezed them so deliciously I thought my heart would bunt for joy. "Oh, Kerry," I sighed, "I know that I'm ready for you, ready, and willing, and oh, so eager – please love me now!" The sea flicked at my pussy with the gentleness of a seasoned lover, and my legs opened again and again to allow the tide that sweet pulsating caress.

Above us the moon was round and full, a yellow face glowing in the heavens. A face, indeed, that seemed to say, "Go ahead, my children, your pleasure and delight is mine as well." Don't laugh at me, Didi! I could almost hear the moon talking to me then.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Jill?" Kerry hummed into my ear, his fingers plying my nipples and pussy with alternate strokes that seemed to explode lightning inside my body.

"Oh, God, Kerry," I panted back at him, "if I'm not ready now, I'll never be! Fuck me, love me, make me scream with my climax!"

He threw his own trunks onto the beach then, too, and I couldn't help noticing that they fell directly between my bra and panties on the sands. It appeared to be a very good, a very promising sign.

His cock was hard and, oh, Didi, it was so big and throbbing that it took my breath away to clasp it in my burning fist. I felt his need, knowing that it matched my own. The waves rushed across our bodies, pulling at us as they retreated, bathing us afresh when they swept in again, and my breasts rose and fell in time with the action of the tide.

"Open your legs km me, Jill," he said, touching my tummy. What else could I do? I spread myself wide, and he moved his body into the gap I had created. As soon as he wash firmly entrenched, I closed my thighs around him in a grip that was intended to be permanent. There was no turning back for me then, Didi. I had to go through with it, come hell or high water.

We kissed and fondled for a long, long time. He made my body move in the water, and I had orgasm after orgasm just from the sensation of his body rubbing mine, of his prick caught in the viselike trap of my legs. Yes, I had him against my cunny, the hard barrel of him lying full length upon my slit, and he moved provocatively and sensuously. My pussy lips ached from the rubbing presence of his cock long, long before we were ready to take the ultimate step in sealing our love.

"Jill," he told me, "I can't believe how lucky I was to meet you. Did you know that I'd planned on going home to Boston tomorrow morning? I thought there was no use in staying here any longer. Now – God, how can I leave you behind? If you're going to be here a week, then I'll stay a week. If a month, I'll stay a month. If you've taken up residence, I'll register to vote in the local precinct. Whatever it takes, I'm going to stay here, to be close to you, to hold you in my arms like this, to feel your burning nipples in the hair of my chest. Kiss me again, darling!" And what else could I do but kiss him again? His mouth fastened onto mine, and we twisted and rolled in the night tide oblivious to all that surrounded us.

Later – God, how much later I don't know, for time had no meaning in his arms – I heard Kerry say, "Jill, may I please fuck you now? Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, Kerry," I replied, my heart pounding like a steam drill in my breast. I clutched him lighter, my hands reaching low to capture the cheeks of his ass and pull his hard manhood against my feminine gash. "Yes, Kerry, I want you, I need you. Please fuck me now. Stuff your delicious cock up my pussy and fuck me till I scream for mercy!"

The sea raced in upon us while we reveled in our love, and the tide's insistent ripple massaged my cuntal parts like the caress of a million tiny, ticklish fingers. That coupled with the unmistakable pressure of Kerry's cock against my femininity, caused excitement to swell massively in my breasts. I gasped and moaned and called his name into the night air, though it was hard to hear anything above the regularity of the tidal inflow. But he could see my lips moving, and he kissed the words from them with bewitching sensuality, and I felt his heart beating against my chest as we embraced and rolled with the rippling waves.

"Now," I told him, my voice breaking with passion, "now, now, now, now!" And I reached between us, grasping his penis and drawing its tip to the hungry mouth of my cunt. Kerry jerked and bucked in the water as I manipulated him, but he gave me the reins. It was as if he could read my mind, could decipher the frantic need I felt for him, and he let me express that need in the best way I could express it.

I led him to my pussy, and I spread my legs so widely I thought I was about to split. But the incoming sea caressed me and kept me dripping wet for him, and when he touched me with the fat, strong point of his cock, I knew that waiting had been worth it. HOW glad I was that I hadn't thrown myself away on some cheap high school boy back home – some child who would know nothing better than to crawl on me and shove his cock inside. Kerry was special – our meeting had been so beautifully unplanned, so obviously destined, and it seemed now that it was also destined for us to be here in the tide, ready to make glorious, wild love!!

I rubbed my slit with the tip of his rod, and fires kindled inside me. I was wet, from the sea and from my own arousal, and he was hard and ready against me. Didi, the sensations of it – the fantastic, incredible sensations!!!!

"Now?" Kerry asked, breathing the words into my ear so I couldn't miss them. "Do you want me to fuck you now, Jill?"

"God, yes!" I screamed. "Fuck me now, and don't stop fucking me! Ever!"