Ron Taylor - High school hot pants

My hand fell away from his dick and he took control of the instrument that would soon make me completely a woman. He stroked me with it a few more times, finishing the job I'd begun. My lips itched for him to stab his way between them, and my womb called out for his presence and his seed. I twitched and writhed and rolled in the water as he slid his dick over and over my bulging cunt, and then he placed the point squarely against my slit and gave a tentative prod of entry.

"Ohhhh," I called in sudden panic, for he seemed so big, so unexpectedly big, flirting with the petals of my pussy. They yearned to take him home, all the way home, but they were nervous and tight despite my unprecedented degree of arousal.

"Please, be gentle," I said. "Remember that this is my first time ever."

"I won't forget," he whispered, the moonglow turning his handsome face into a loving work of art. He kissed me on the lips and on the nose, smacking the salty drops of sea water that were upon me, and at almost the same moment he did a twist of the hips that pushed his cock further into my snatch.

Snatch? Oh, Didi, snatch is really the word for that marvelous organ you and I have between our legs!! Mine caught hold of his cock and began to suck it in, in, further up me. I wasn't doing it consciously. It was just as if my cunny were a living, breathing organism with a mind and will of its own. It pulled on his penis, pulled with jerky, milking strokes, and I heard him laugh aloud in delighted surprise. I laughed, too, for it didn't hurt at all. There was a fond, ticklish feeling to the way his penis wiggled and squiggled inside the mouth of my twat.

Our bodies were slippery and hot, despite the chill of the sea, and we clutched and clung as our sex organs brought themselves to union. I could feel my tightness yielding as he pushed a bit deeper, and I sighed, for I wasn't at all displeased. The painfulness of it is really overrated, as hope you're lucky enough to find, out someday, dearest Didi.

He moved deeper still, and now he'd come to grips with my hymen itself. I bit my lips to restrain the cry of alarm which blossomed in my lungs, and my head went back automatically as his penis knocked for admission to my virgin chamber. "Yes," I gasped then, "do it? Break my cherry, darling!"

"Brace yourself, Jill, because it may hurt."

"Nothing you do could ever hurt me, Kerry. Fuck me, please!"

And he did! He fucked me all the way, Didi! His cock rammed at my maidenhead and I couldn't repress the scream of culmination then. Not because it hurt – I didn't feel anything – but because I was making my grand entrance upon the stage of adulthood! Oh, to know that, to feel it in every pore of your being – Didi, there is nothing which can remotely match that experience! How much I miss you, how much I regret that you can't be here with me, perhaps finding your own fulfillment as I am finding mine. I only hope that you're not too bored back in Albany.

But I'm being cruel. I know you're very happy for me, and I know that you're anxious to hear what happened next, so I won't keep you in suspense any longer, dear.

His cock slithered up my hot, hungry channel, and before I could close my lips from that cry of cherry-popped joy, he was in me to the fullest and our bellies were grinding together in the most primeval of rhythms. I closed my eyes as flames of orgasm burst inside my head, and I rocked and rolled where we lay, my cunt a shuddering glove of liquid fire around his inserted prick. He could feel my contractions upon his organ, and he remained pressed to me for a long, long moment, allowing me to pump in delight and ecstasy.

And then he began to fuck me, the way I'd always known a man would someday fuck me. My cunt was raw and vibrant inside, and the fast in-out tempo of his balling made sure that I didn't have time to lose any of my responsiveness. He drove into me so forcefully that his strokes actually bounced me in the water, almost as if I were swimming in on the tide. My body seemed weightless except for the hard, heavy male presence of him in my cunt, and I could almost imagine that we were screwing on a magic carpet high above the clouds. I never wanted it to end, but of course it had to. Kerry pulled me tightly to his chest, and he shook his cock inside me, and I could feel it unloading its cargo of semen. Oh, Didi, each pulsating thrust of his ejaculation was a lesson in body awareness for me, and if I'd climaxed at the start, now I was coming like a geyser. His pricktip moved around thrillingly inside my tight glove of a cunt, and each place it touched me burst spontaneously into an orgasmic explosion of its very own. I had my legs around his body and I locked myself to him, wishing never to part from this boy who had taught me to be a woman.

Later we dragged our sex-weary bodies from the surf, and we collapsed onto a blanket strategically placed on the sands. Kerry built a small fire, we shared some beer and sandwiches and a pipeful of hash, and then we fucked. Again, and again, and again, into the night. The moon smiled its approval upon our writhing, fucking bodies, and my cunt drank again and again of Kerry's nourishing man-juice.

It was nearly dawn when he took me back to the hotel, and I caught bloody hell this morning from Mom, though she doesn't seem to guess my secret yet. But I think I'll have to be more careful in the future. There will be a lot of future, too. Kerry has postponed indefinitely his plans to go home, and I'm going to fuck myself bowlegged with him. God, I wish you could do it, too, Didi, but who are we to question the workings of fate? Some power neither of us can understand has decreed that you must stay in Albany and vegetate, while I'm sent here to the ocean to find the type of ecstasy every woman dreams of, but so few seem to attain.

I know you're not much of a letter writer, but please drop me a line from time to time if you can. Tell me how things are back home. If Kerry leaves me any free moments, I'll try to send you word about how we're progressing, if, of course, you're interested. Oh, I hope you're happy for me, darling. Love and kisses from your friend.

"There really isn't a God," I said aloud, dropping the last sheet of her letter onto my vanity table. I stand at myself in the mirror. Good-looking enough, with a graceful body and more than my fair share of desire. Jill couldn't say a damned thing more about herself. She was no prettier, no better built, no hornier. Yet she'd latched onto nirvana and I'd wound up in the sewer. Somehow it didn't seem fair, and I couldn't believe that any divine providence would let things turn out this way.

Me and Rocky, for example.

"What's wrong?" he'd asked, after I expressed my desire to be escorted home immediately.

"Nothing is wrong," I snapped back, "and nothing is very right, either."

"Didn't you come?"

"Didn't I come?" My eyes blazed in the moonlight. "You gave me exactly five strokes, you oversized jock! I barely had time to catch my breath, let alone come!"

"Well, look," he shot back, "I give you seven inches of gristle, and I rammed it all the way up your tight snatch. All the other girls I've balled have had juicy wet orgasms, and none of them bitched about it afterwards. Are you always this hard to turn on? Jesus, Didi, I thought you were a hot number, the way you were rubbing your pussy all over me in the park. And you were the one who wanted to get right down to fucking. Rubbing my cock under the table all the time I was trying to eat. Licking your lips every time you looked at me. Christ, I'd have had another burger or two if I'd known you were so Goddamned frigid!"

"You gave me seven inches of gristle, huh? Well, I gave you my cherry. But I suppose you were in too much of a hurry to notice, aren't you?"

He grinned, then stuck a finger in his cheek and made a popping sound that I thought was most uncalled for. "You should've told me. I'd have taken more time to break you in. Your cherry, huh? Gee, now that you mention it, though, I don't remember ever hearing anybody talk about fucking you."