Ron Taylor - High school hot pants

Where was I? In Paradise, that's where!! So, Didi, I'm there half-naked and not believing that it's me all this is happening to. He took his hand out of my pants and brought it up to join the other one that was already going to town on my tits, and he began to caress me with ten fingers and two hot palms. I think they were hot. My titties seemed to be on fire. So was the rest of me. I just kept twisting my legs around in an effort to scratch this fantastic itching that had sprung up between them, and it wasn't helping much. Not enough, anyway. So I got my legs into play and twined them around one of his. The hair on him tickled me, and I giggled a little, but it was a desperate kind of giggle. Somehow, Didi, somehow I knew that the time had finally come.

His thighbone pushed against the hot crotch of my bikini bottom, and I forced myself into that thighbone, rubbing myself on it, gasping as the pleasure swelled and ebbed and swelled again. I think I had two or three orgasms right then, while he was still playing with my boobs and I was jerking off on his thigh. And let me tell you, his thighbone wasn't half as hard as what I could see pointing out the front of his trunks. God, those little pants of his were tight, and little more substantial than a modest girl's bikini, and how he managed to keep his cock inside them, I can't begin to guess, even now! His crotch looked like the high point of a tent, with a hell of a king-sized pole holding things up!!!

I reached out, daring myself to touch it, and touch it I did. Oh, you know I've touched them before, but it was never like this! He was big and thick and hard as a steel rail, and as I traced the huge lump poking out his nylon trunks, I couldn't believe that it was up hard like this for me!!!

We were in a tangle, rolling off the blanket onto the scorching sand, hurrying back on as soon as the blazing sand alerted our bodies, and sometimes I was atop him and other times he was on me, rubbing my entire shape with the power of his hard-on. Oh, I had to do it! I stuck my hand inside the elastic top of his shorts and grabbed that thing for dear life! It was all I could do to encompass it in my hot little hand! He was that big that thick, and each time I squeezed on his hungry, horny flesh he seemed to get that much bigger and thicker and harder. The end of him was already damp with sticky little drop of what was, I guess, his pre-seminal fluids, but he wasn't wet at all in comparison to me! My ass and pussy were sopping, and my bikini pants clung to the drippy flesh as if we'd just come out of the ocean!

Right then, Goddamn it, something bounced off the top of my head and I returned to the world in which I was so cruelly left alone. I'd been into Jill's letter, really into it – she might talk about herself being wet. Well, she oughta take a look at the inside of my panties right now, if she wanted to see wet! And there were still three or four pages of delicately written letter to get through. I wanted to skip ahead and see how it turned out, but I couldn't allow myself to do that.

"Hi, Di," said a voice from behind me while I sat on the park bench and rubbed the bounced place on my crown. "You seen our Frisbee?"

I probably had. Or at least felt it. "There," I said, pointing. "Is that one yours?"

"Sure is," he agreed, coming around the bench, and I saw that it was Rocky Graham, a guy from my class at school. He's pretty big shit, or at least he thinks he is. Last winter he was named to the all-state junior high basketball all-star team, and I hear that a couple of colleges are already talking to him about his enrolling there in 1978. Hmmph! He'd even called me by name. I didn't know that he knew I had a name. On the other hand, he was kinda cute and he moved rather gracefully, and when he bent over to pick up the Frisbee I could see that his gym shorts covered a very nice ass. No underwear, definitely, not even a jock strap, because I could see the teeniest flash of his balls in the loose leg of the shafts, and Rocky's rocks made an intriguing lump past the point of seeing. He turned around, jumping high as if he were making a hook shot with two seconds to play, and I saw his dick move inside his gym shorts too. I didn't know Rocky well enough to like or dislike him, but there was something very charming and eye-catching about the flop of his pecker, and I looked up at him, smiling. By then he's already scampered past me, eager to get back into the stupid sport of Frisbee tossing. Screw you, I thought, and picked up the letter again.

"Oh, please stop," I whispered. "I shouldn't be letting you do this to me."

"Let me do something else to you," he hinted, breathing in my ear like vapor off a teapot. His hands were still on my tits and he was working my nipples between his fingers, pinching them up to throbbing points of erectile tissue.

I looked around wildly. "Oh, what if someone comes along and sees us?" I ventured. Didi, I have no idea why I was protesting! I didn't want him to stop! Not then, not ever! In fact, for a couple of minutes I was positive that I was only dreaming, that I'd awake any second and it would all be over.

"Look," said Kerry, and he pointed to the dune that rose behind us. I looked, and there was a sharp, painted-pretty van with an awning on the near side. "It's mine," he said, "and it guarantees privacy. Wanna go up?"

What could I say to that? I grabbed my bra and took his hand and together we climbed the sandy slope to his Chevy van. God, telling about it is nearly as exciting as doing it was!! I'm not going to waste mother minute, Didi, because I know you're as excited as I am. Aren't you???

He put his hands on my butt and lifted me up into the side door, and in the process the scoundrel untied my panties so that as I went in, they went down and off and out. I was naked as a baby, and much, much more appealing, I hoped, when I flopped down upon his comfy, clean-sheeted mattress. "Ready or not!" he hollered, and then he was with me on the mattress, pulling down his bunks as he rolled against my body.

I moaned uncontrollably when I got my first sight of his big, incredibly hard cock. Oh, Didi, you can't begin to appreciate it unless you could see it for yourself!! I could wrap both fists around it, and still the big, purple knobby head and the shaft portion just beneath stuck put untouched, gleaming with lust and the juices of passion.

Kerry threw himself upon me, kissing me, touching me, bruising my body with the hardness of his manhood, and we rolled about like sex-crazed animals. He grabbed me by the cunt and he squeezed until his hand was juicy with my vaginal secretions and my lips and throat were sore from moaning and twittering my acceptance. One of his fingers flirted with my slit, trying to open the snug petal of my sex and get inside, and I contorted myself disgracefully in the effort to give him more and more access. My legs were split and my heels thumped high on the wall beside us.

And then – then, baby – HE DID IT!!! He thrust his head between my legs and planted his mouth smack on my PUSSY!!

I screamed in joy as his tongue slid between my cunny lips, passing where his finger had been too large, and when he found my clit with the tip of his tongue, all my resistance ended. Kerry split me with his hands, laying bare the whole expanse of my gash, and he began to lap me hungrily.

Most of the time he concentrated on my clitty, sucking it, kissing it, fiddling all around its base with his tongue then pressing down on the very tip of my sex trigger – which you'd better believe was standing up on end, harder and hotter than I'd ever gotten it with my fingers. And between those cunning maneuvers, the dear boy was fond of jabbing his tongue up my twat and making it wiggle there like the horniest, sexiest snake you'd ever want to meet, and I hope someday you do. I had him by the dick all this time, and I scarcely realized that I was giving him a handjob to end all handjobs. My fist was wrapped tight on him – a crowbar couldn't have pried me loose – and I just shucked up and down, moaning when he naughtied in my snatch, groaning when I felt his cock throb and shudder in my grip. Oh, wow, Didi, can you see how my hand is trembling while I try to write it down for you? It's like he's doing it to me all over again, here, now, while my mother takes a nap in the next room.