Ron Taylor: High school hot pants

But kissing wasn't all we were engaged in. His cock wasn't big, like I told you already, but my cunt was still very, very tight, thanks to my youth and lack of experience, so the sheath of me was a clinging glove on his rod, and he filled me as fully as I required to be filled. His strokes were sometimes deep, sometimes very shallow, and there was a noticeable difference of effect. When he rammed me deeply, so that his balls tickled me between the buttocks and all my internal organs seemed to jump into my upper chest. That was far-out, and I whined and wept and sucked on his tongue. But when he pulled nearly all his cock out of my snatch, then inserted it just far enough to cause a friction and quivering about two inches up my channel – ah, that was when my legs clamped his body the way my hand had been clamped on his dick, and I'll never understand why the frantic orgasmic clutching didn't break him in two. My legs flexed and tensed with the resilience and cling of steel struts. But he was lithe and wiry against me, his body moving with mine, and what he dished out to me I think I needed more than I'd ever needed anything else in my life.

He kept alternating his strokes, the pattern of thrust unpredictable so that I couldn't know until he'd plunged what sort of response I'd be making – a soft chittery "Hmm hmmm" or a more involved set of purred "Oooohhhhs" or, when he fucked me the way I was discovering I most enjoyed being fucked, a low-pitched, protected, very heartfelt "Aaahhhhhhh!"

Jill was right. A boy was okay to do the dirty work, like breaking a cherry, but it took a man to teach me how to fuck. A man whose exciting technique made learning the kind of enriching experience you never seem to find in school. Oh, Jill and I would have notes to compare when she got back from her vacation! I'll bet that between us we already knew more about fucking than any five kids in Albany, and we could only get better. By fall, everybody in town would be after my ass and Jill's, but I had no intention of being easy to make. Only the best would satisfy me, and I'd accept only the very best.

We traded tongues, each of us fucking into the other's mouth, and sometimes our tongues even battled little friendly duels in the tight open space between our faces. We'd fence back and forth, licking, sloshing spit, and the winner would plunge home with the same furious impatience that B.E.'s cock displayed as my cunt opened wide to receive his driving thrusts.

I couldn't help thinking of my first time with Rocky in the cemetery that night. The whole deal had taken maybe five minutes, from the preliminary petting to the moment when he jerked his cock out of me and sprayed cum on my stomach and rolled-up skirt. B.E. had spent more time than that just licking my pussy, and the quivering fever pitch of my entire body was proof positive. Fucking didn't have to be a bunny-tempo encounter, though someone more patient than I would have to teach Rocky that essential lesson.

His mouth was so close that my teeth vibrated with his soft-spoken words, and I just giggled.

"Isn't that the story of my life?" he sighed, pushing a little deeper than he'd yet gone – so deeply it felt like the tip of his cock was fucking into my throat from underneath. I groaned in rich, whimpering alto, and my body danced beneath him. Was it good form to fall in love with the older man who opened your eyes to the glories of sex? I wondered what Jill's opinion would be; for the moment, she was a bit more experienced than I was. Oh, hell, love was the last thing I should be worrying about. I was still learning how to fuck a man, and I had a whole lifetime to find love.

He inhaled suddenly, his face rising from mine, and he rammed his loins against me. His cock seemed to rotate as, we pressed, as we ground tightly-locked, and the circling motions were very fast, as if he were desperate to perform them. The rapid tempo frictioned even more excitement into my cunt, and once more I felt the vivid onrush of feeling that told me I was romping into an orgasm. This time he was with me, inside me, and for the first time ever I felt the heaves of his groin as he humped twice, then exploded his jism into my snatch. Quick, plunging jabs that dove into my depths accompanied by the eager throb of his pecker-pulse. I moaned as my first real screw ended in utter, lovely perfection.

"I didn't know it could be like that," I said. "Fucking, I mean. I'd only done it once before, and it wasn't any good at all. But you made it right for me."

We were still on the bed, sharing Canadian Club and a cigarette. I just puffed and sipped, very lightly because I don't really smoke or drink, but he was doing nearly as good a job on the whiskey as he'd done on me. "Some women never get round to enjoying it," he said, exhaling a smoke ring. "I had a wife like that once. You're doing just fine." He poured more whiskey into his glass and tossed most of it down.

I put my hand on his cock, feeling how small and gentle it was without the angry stiffness of erection. The wiry hairs around the base were thick and dark and ever so scrapy on my fingers. I circled the base of his prick with my fingers and began to squeeze delicately, wondering if he could get all red and hard for me again.

"Take it easy," he said. "I'm an old man. Besides, it's getting late. Do you, perchance, have a home to go to?"

Oh, I did! And it was a little after six. No matter. I'd call my mom, tell her I'd missed the bus, and that I was staying at the Y. "If it's okay with you," I added.

"It's fine with me," he shrugged, "but what will your mother say?"

"Oh, she'll believe me. I've never fled to her about anything important before. It should be good practice. But I can stay here, can't I? And you will fuck me again, won't you? As many times as we can make it? Oh, God, B.E., there are so many things I still don't know – I don't know how to suck a man off, for one thing, and – would you like to fuck me in the ass, maybe? I've never even thought about that, but I'm willing to by. Jill said it was dynamite. Oh, if she was here, I could kiss her! Everything she told me was true. Forget about boys, she said, and find yourself a man! Wow! I never thought…"

"Before you think," he cut in, "why not try an explanation of some of the cryptic references in what you just said. Jill, for example. Who is she, and how does she get into this picture?"

So I told, him, but it was kinda hard because he started laughing halfway through and kept it up nearly to the end of the story. When I'd finished, he lit another cigarette, poured himself two fingers of Canadian Club, and said, "Christ! I've written that story three or four times but I never thought rd be living part of it."

"Written? Are you a writer or something?"

He smiled sardonically. I didn't really know much about him, beyond his name and his bedroom ability. "I used to be," he said. "Sixty-odd paperback novels, a lot of short stories. Today, however, I prefer to think of myself as a philosopher and an aging alcoholic. Of course, those aren't profitable occupations, and I make my daily bread on campus – I'm second in command of the custodial staff at the Law School."

Oh, hell, I thought. Jill picks out a yachtsman, I get a janitor! But I hated myself as soon as I'd taught it. That was nothing but snobbery. She couldn't have gotten a better ride from her rich man than I'd gotten from B.E. "Well, I don't care who you are," I told him. "Would you like to fuck me again?"

Would, and did! Right on the bed, after he'd put away his bottle and ashtray. His cock smiled when I used my hands on it, and I sucked for awhile too, but I knew. I wasn't doing a great job in that department yet. "No matter," he said, "well work on that later." And this time he didn't have to eat me out in order to get me primed and ready. My pussy was tingly and a little sore from its recent workout, but he slipped into me without a hitch and in two seconds my legs were up in the air and he was giving me the meat. Nympho hooker meets sailor just home from a five-year cruise. That's how it was. His cock hard in my snatch, ravaging, invading, above all else educating me, and my nipples sticking out in inch-long erections and I wailed my gleeful acceptance.