Message-ID: <20653eli$9903190433@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: The Young Girl Erotica Repository Subject: TYGER: {Solitaire} "Vickie" (mf teen rom) AIM=555 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990319015040.27278.qmail@nym.alias.net> WARNING! This article contains adult fiction and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18 or under the age of majority and consent as defined by your community and government. I am not the author of this story, only the poster and archivist. If known, the author is credited. Copyright remains with the author and any copyright notices along with last known contact information for the author is included if available. This story is posted by and from The Young Girl Erotica Repository (TYGER). http://www.asstr-mirror.org/~tyger/ http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/tyger Contact tyger at tyger@nym.alias.net For an explanation of the ratings (AIM), see: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/tyger/ratings.txt Rating: Arousal=5 Inhibition=5 Mechanics=5 Synopsis: The author recalls in eloquent detail his introduction to the pleasures of sex by an experienced girl "who did it." Comments: Although the sex in this story when viewed by itself is not particularly extraordinary, the eloquent and vivid details describing these events are bound to move anyone old enough to remember "their first time." ____________________________________________________________ COPYRIGHT (C) 1990 - By Solitaire One - All rights reserved except as provided for herewith: This document MAY BE freely reproduced, or transmitted by any form or any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval systems, electronic bulletin board systems, or magnetic media, or other means deemed suitable, providing it is not modified in part or whole nor sold, or combined with other products sold commercially, without the express written permission of the author. ____________________________________________________________ Vickie ______________________________________________________________________ DEDICATION The events recounted take place in a small Southern city, too large for everyone to know what everyone else did, but small enough that each person's reputation was common knowledge. The time is the mid-1950's, a golden age in America. Before Vietnam and after the Second World War, having just concluded the "police action" in Korea. An age of sexual innocence before the PILL, but also before AIDS. An era when teenagers searched for identity in an ever changing world. The 60's were right around the corner and some freedoms and values were even then being challenged. But, for the most part, we held the same values as our parents had a generation before. This, then is the story of my own personal journey to sexual manhood. My teacher was a thin, beautiful waif who had already learned the joys of her own body and was willing to share the knowledge with me, a 16 year old, gangly teenager with more hormones than sense, more desires than fulfillment. This series is dedicated to Virginia T., the girl who first taught me the joys of sex, lust, and love. In our few short weeks together she showed me pleasures and sensuality I had never experienced. Vickie, this is for you. Even after all these years I remember as clearly as if it was yesterday your sweet kisses, your soft touch, and your exciting aroma as we explored the depths of lust in the backseat of a 1950 flathead Ford V8. Solitaire My First Experience I remember it as if it were yesterday, even though it took place nearly a third of a century ago. It was my 16th birthday, and I had just purchased a 1950 Ford with the money I earned as a caddy at the golf club. One of my best friends decided that, in honor of my birthday, he would introduce me to a girl "who did it", an acquaintance of his younger brother. Unlike today's sexual freedom, the age before "THE PILL" included two types of girls: those who were "nice" girls, those who would pet and neck and turn your balls blue but who wouldn't permit any touching below the waist; and those girls "who did it", whether they actually fucked or not. The mere act of getting a "stinky finger" was sufficient grounds to classify her as "one of them." Since we usually double-dated in the days before we could get our own license, if your buddy got a quick feel, he shared the smell with all his buddies at the drive-in and the girl got her new reputation as "one who does." We drove to another section of town, an area of plain wooden houses with small yards and older cars. Parking in front of a white clapboard house with green shutters, my friend went to the door and talked to a small woman who answered the door. Pretty soon a small, thin girl appeared on the stoop and my friend talked with her for a few minutes before walking back to the car with her. In those days, cars had a bench seat, so there was enough room for all three of us in the front, so she sat between us as we were introduced. Her name was (probably still is) Vickie, short for Virginia, although she really wasn't a "Virgin Queen." She was about 5 foot 2 inches tall and probably didn't weigh more than 90 pounds. Her long dark hair hung in a pony tail with bangs that nearly covered her large, dark eyes. I remember her eyes. They were soulful and sad, yet they could sparkle and laugh when she was excited. Her breasts (which I found out later were "A" cups) barely poked the front of her white blouse and her arms were painfully thin. Her legs were hidden under the calf-length skirt as she pulled them onto the seat and sat on them. As we sat there, I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with strange, lustful aromas that I later discovered were from her pussy. I drove to the drive-in so we could celebrate my birthday. The Ford had a column shift, and as I drove, I managed to let my elbow press against those exciting little bulges beneath her blouse, causing an erection that painfully inched down the leg of my jeans. Everyone had a "suicide knob" (a knob screwed to the steering wheel for onehanded control that, if it broke off in a sharp curve, would cause a "suicide"), so I could let my arm rest against her chest as I drove with one hand. I found a spot in the back and, after backing in so we could see everyone else, we all three celebrated with hamburgers and a milk shake. In those days, our big excitement was "cruising the drive-ins". There were three drive-ins and we would drive from one to another, circling the parking lot, and then drive on to the next. A station wagon full of girls from my high school pulled into the lot, and my friend jumped out to go talk to them, leaving me with Vickie. I found out that she was in the eighth grade even though she was also 16 since she had been held back because her father was transferred so often in the military. He had died a few years ago, and Vickie and her mother moved here because of her family and because she could get a job as a nurse's assistant. After about 10 minutes of conversation, Vickie turned to me and asked me if I wanted to kiss her. After stammering an affirmative reply, she turned on the seat so she was facing the back and put her arms around my neck, raising her face to be kissed. I had had some experience in kissing since that's really all the "nice girls" would allow, so I opened my lips and met her open mouth with my tongue, slipping it in her mouth as she relaxed against me. For the next three or four minutes we continued the kiss, my arms around her slim body and her arms around my neck. Finally Vickie pulled back, resting in my arms as she told me that I was a good kisser. She took both her hands and reached down to grasp my right wrist and pull my hand to her face. She kissed my palm and told me that I had strong life lines (I later found out that her grandmother had been a gypsy fortune teller) and that my sex line was slightly out of kilter. She pulled my hand down to her chest, pressing my palm against the slight rise of her left breast encased in a bra and her blouse. She pulled my hand tighter against her and began to rub it around in a circular motion while her lips pursed as if in a kiss. "Do you like that," she asked as my cock, already raging from her closeness in the car, was now uncomfortably constricted by my jocky shorts. I couldn't say a word, so I simply nodded. "Let's get out of here and go to the park," she said as she closed her eyes and pressed my palm even tighter against her breast. "But Davis won't have any way to get home." I protested as she turned in the seat so she could see him sitting in a car with 4 girls. "I don't think he'll have any trouble," she said, "and besides, since tonight is a school night, he promised my mother that I'd be in by ten, and it's just a little after nine now." As I started the car, she turned back around so she was facing the dashboard, pulling my right arm around her shoulder so my fingers could just reach the top of her bra-encased breast. In those days, with the stick shifts instead of automatic transmissions, teenagers quickly learned how to shift using the boy's foot on the clutch and the girl's hands on the shift lever. She got us in first gear as I started the car, hearing Davis' loud protestations (for show, I'm sure) as I sped out of the parking lot, leaving rubber trails where the powerful flathead eight over-revved the tires. As I pulled onto the main road, I saw lights behind me as Davis and the girls were trying to follow us. Vickie saw what was happening and pulled my arm from her shoulders to give me complete control of the car, although she continued to clasp my arm with her hands. The 1950 Ford was a race car disguised as a family car. Its balance and suspension were such that it could take corners at nearly full speed without sliding. It was only a few minutes work to completely lose the pursuit, so I slowed back to the speed limit. As we continued toward the park, I could see Vickie's eyes illuminated by the street lights. Where they had been sad and soulful before, now they sparkled with excitement. "Can you always drive that fast?" she questioned as I continued my leisurely pace. "Of course!" I replied, almost indignant that she would question my ability. "Then let's go. I want to get to the park as fast as possible and I want you to drive as fast as this car will go." My speedometer read 110 miles per hour, but I doubt that it was that accurate. Fortunately none of the city police were between the drive-in and the park, so we arrived in record time, my tires squealing their protests as I took the curved roads in the park at full speed, heading for the back of the lake. When I finally pulled off the road into the parking lot by the lake (the spot where we all went for the submarine races), her breath was coming in pants just as if she had run all the way there. She twisted in the seat again and plastered her mouth on mine, smearing her lipstick and saliva all around my mouth as she moaned my name. My hands were loosely on her waist, so she reached down and pulled them up to her breasts again. This time I pressed my hands into her chest of my own accord. I felt her teeth capture my tongue and hold it as she mumbled something. She bit harder and mumbled again, but this time I understood enough to reach for her buttons which I quickly undid to her waist, sliding my hands inside to touch her bra-covered tits. The skin above the bra was warm and soft, yielding to the pressure of my fingertips while the bra material, made of white cotton, was harsh and rough against my palms. I continued to caress her breasts through the bra, and I thought I could feel her nipples but the bra was too thick to be sure. I slid my hands around to her back to find the hooks of the bra, but they weren't there! She pulled back and giggled, "It hooks in the front," as she reached down between her breasts and unhooked the bra, letting it hang loosely over her breasts. "Now you can touch me all over." As I slid my hands under her bra, I could feel her hot breath on my ear as her tongue slid wetly into its canal, wetly licking and sucking as I caressed her breasts. I could fit each of her breasts into the palm of a hand, and my fingers could stroke the skin around it. Her breasts were very firm, even though small, and they didn't yield much as I pressed. Her nipples were like hard rosebuds poking into my hands, and they moved like reeds in the wind as my hands continued their circular caresses. "Pull them gently," she whispered into my ear as I felt her hand slide down my chest to my groin, her hot fingers clasping my erection through my jeans. I gently pulled on each nipple with thumb and forefinger, but her breast was so firm that it didn't budge very much. I squeezed a little more firmly and began to pull it, causing her breasts to distort slightly as they formed cones of pleasure. "Now twist them while you pull," she instructed as I began to use my fingertips to twist her nipples like I was tuning a radio. "Oh God, that makes me so hot. Put your mouth on one and kiss it," she said as she raised up on her knees, her head bumping the headliner as she clasped my head to her chest. Up until that moment, I had never been any further than touching bra encased breasts and, only once before, a firm, responsive nipple for an instant before the girl, horrified that she might lose her reputation, pulled my hand from under her sweater. I could feel the nipple poking at my lips, slippery from the residue of saliva which coated my chin. Opening my lips only slightly, I felt the hard nubbin poke inside and I covered my teeth with my lips and grasped it gently as I heard her breath inhaled in a sharp gasp as her hand grasped my cock tightly through the thick denim. "Suck me! Lick me!" Her words ran together in a cadence as they became one long litany as my teeth twisted her nipple back and forth, pulling her nipple through my closed lips. Finally she clasped my head tightly to her chest, nearly smothering me as she wailed and I smelled her aroma penetrating the car. "Oh yes, that was good. I love having my nipples sucked and licked," she said, pushing slightly back so that her eyes were locked on mine. I stuck out my tongue and licked the erect little bud, feeling its strength and firmness as it bent before my inquisitive lips. As I continued my oral ministrations, she reached down and pulled her skirt from under her knees, making it a tent on the seat of my car. She pulled back and sat on her haunches, her knees spread slightly for balance as she took my hand in both of hers, my regret that she wasn't touching my prick anymore. She used one hand to pull her skirt nearly to her waist, and I could see the white glimmer of panties in the darkness beneath the skirt. She moved my hand to her knee and leaned forward to kiss me sweetly on the lips as, with her motion, my hand was forced half-way up her thigh. I could feel real heat emanating from above as I slid my hand up her thigh until it came in contact with her panties, now sopping with her cunt juices. I slid my finger back and forth along the leg band of her panties, feeling the softness of her skin, the crinklyness of her pubic hair, and the wetness of her pussy. As I slipped my finger under the leg opening, her hand reclasped my cock, rubbing it somewhat ineffectively through the heavy cloth. I felt something wonderful. Smooth and slippery. Wet and hot. It enclosed my finger as I slid it back and forth, feeling a real pussy for the first time ever in my life. As I slipped my whole hand under the leg band and felt the wholeness of her pussy, the firm smooth skin of her outer lips and the wonderful warmth and wetness of her inner lips, I felt her hand unzip my Levis, sliding inside toward my cock. I had to raise up on the seat since my position was too uncomfortable with her hand stuffed into the already tightness of my pants. My fingers worked back and forth within the confinements of her cotton panties as my middle finger crooked and slid up into her vagina, the smooth and tender walls clutching at my digit as it slid easily into her. She gasped my name as I felt the increase in moisture as my palm easily massaged her inner lips as my hand moved back and forth, driving my finger in her pussy. Her fingers finally found my cock and she clasped her fingers around its hardness, caressing the tubular muscle through the cotton of my shorts. "Use two fingers," she moaned, her voice now starting to rise in pitch as she began to whine, begging for release. I inserted two and then three fingers inside her, her pussy walls expanding to accommodate the increased volume. I marveled at how smooth and slippery she was inside. I could feel a hard ring at the end of her cunt as my fingers poked into her cervix, but the rest of her pussy was soft and yielding, giving and taking, sucking and clasping as I continued my manual stimulation until, with a moan, she mashed her mouth on mine and her body began to spasm, her hips jerking back and forth like a jackhammer, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper into her sweet moistness. She continued to moan my name as she came, her body wracked with the pleasure of release. Finally, after minutes that seemed like hours, she collapsed, trapping my hand in her pussy as her legs gave way and she sat on my wrist. "Oh Dam'n. That was great. I haven't cum like that in months. But what about you? You didn't cum yet. Do you want me to make you cum? You're going to have to push those jeans down since I can't get to you. And next time, don't wear shorts, just let it hang there waiting for me." I pushed my jeans to my knees, dragging my shorts with them, my prick now standing proudly up my stomach as she placed her cool hand gently on its base and massaged my balls with the heel of her hand. She put one hand on the top and began to rub my cock head while her other hand massaged up and down the erect shaft, drawing moans from my throat as the sensations overtook me and I erupted into her hand, coating her fingers with my slippery white love juices and increasing the pleasure of the masturbation many-fold. My hips jerked involuntarily as I alternately tried to get away and then get back for more stimulation, the cum running down into my pubic hairs and dripping on my balls. The tickling sensation as her palm slid easily over my cock head was too much for me, and I had to grab her wrist to pull her hand away. She giggled into my ear and asked me if I liked that, her other hand, coated with the overflow from my cock, sliding up and down easily, giving me sensations that I only felt when I masturbated in the privacy of my bed. Her hand slipped up so she grabbed my cock head again, squeezing so it was milked in her slippery fingers, and I moaned again. I had never tried that, and it felt wonderful! My erection, once starting to flag, now reversed and my cock stood proudly at attention as her hands continued their milking action, now joined by the other hand on my balls, gently caressing them and massaging them. I started frantically shoving my fingers back up inside her warm, wet cavern, drawing a moan of pleasure as she leaned forward again to plaster her mouth on mine. "Oh, you're getting hard again. Would you like me to make you cum again? Would you like me to use my hands to rub your big, strong cock so that it spurts on my fingers again? Does this feel good," she questioned as her other hand, slippery with my previous cum, slid around the head of my prick like it was oiled, the tickling sensations nearly driving me out of my mind. My whole being was concentrated in those seven inches of muscle as I felt her fingers sliding easily up and down my shaft as her other hand rubbed the head, giving me sensations that I had never felt before. Our hands seemed to separate from our bodies. I could feel the wetness of her pussy increasing as I worked it to a lather, my three fingers sliding up inside her until my knuckles were encased inside her soft inner lips. I rotated my hand, trying to give her as much pleasure as I was receiving as her hands, slippery with the previous orgasm, jerked up and down on my cock, both hands now concentrating at the top of the shaft and caressing the sensitive head until the tickling brought me to the top for the second time, my sperm blasting out again to cover her knowledgable fingers. At the same time, I felt my hand getting drenched with the flood of juices from her cunt as she threw her head back, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the pleasures of her climax. I was so inexperienced that I really thought that she had pissed on my hand. It wasn't until I could smell it later, when I was alone, that I realized that she had cum, letting her sweet sex juices flow as she reached her zenith, her cunt walls clutching at my fingers. I remember the clasping feeling of her vaginal muscles rhythmically squeezing my fingers as her orgasm flowed through her body. Giggling, she leaned forward and kissed me sweetly, saying, "Boy, you were really ready. You came a ton. I haven't felt that much that soon ever. You must have been saving all that for me." After we dressed, I drove her home, nearly missing her curfew, but being rewarded with another kiss, quick feel of her tits, and a promise of another date the next Saturday night. But that story will have to wait until the next chapter. Needless to say, I smelled my "stinky fingers" all the way home, but I never told anyone (especially Davis) what had happened. In fact, since I continued to deny it, the story got around that I fucked her on the first date, and she got pissed until I convinced her that I hadn't told anyone and that I had, in fact, denied anything at all. After she checked and found out that I was telling the truth, she agreed to keep our Saturday date. Saturday Night Fever In today's world, young men put a can of Skoal in their back pocket as an indication of their impending manhood. In my day, the white ring on the brown wallet leather caused by a foil-encased Trojan was the same thing. In those days, rubbers were kept behind the counter and you could only get one by asking the pharmacist. Always you had to be careful that the women behind the counter were elsewhere so you could quietly talk to one of the men, shamed that someone might see you, but also excited at the prospect of this rite of passage. A few days ago I was in a drugstore behind a high school girl who was discussing the merits of ribbed rubbers with her girlfriend who was working the cash register. In my day, the only ribbed condoms were found in a machine behind the door in the men's room at the truck stops. All of this preliminary explanation to state that I was ready for Saturday night and my first real date with Vickie. My condom was safely waiting in my wallet where it had been for the last six months. (In those days, we assumed that a rubber was indestructible and would last forever, unless used, of course. But that wasn't very likely unless you were willing to go with a girl who "did it".) I had captured the aroma of her essence on my handkerchief when I cleaned my hands before going home, and I placed it on my face as I jacked off in bed, dreaming of encounters past and, hopefully, future. By Saturday night my cock was so tender that it was constantly in my mind as my tight pants rubbed on it, the feelings causing an erection and the erection causing more memories. This vicious circle meant that I spent the next few days walking around my high school with a constant hardon. Later I found out that that fact had caused more than one of my female classmates to decide to accept if I asked them out. I washed and cleaned my car, showering and covering my body with after shave (Old Spice as I remember) so I would smell good. With a half bottle of scent, I probably smelled like a French whorehouse, but I didn't realize it at the time. Promptly at 7:30 that evening I knocked on her door, dressed in black chinos, lime green short sleeved shirt with the collar up in the back and cigarettes rolled up in the left sleeve. Mrs. T. opened the door and looked at me with one eye. Vickie later told me that she had control of only one eye, and that the other wandered without control, but I was nearly unnerved by the sight of a woman staring at me with one eye as the other looked all around. Stammering, I asked if Vickie was ready, and she invited me in while Vickie's brother called loudly, "Vickie, your date is here", his tone sounding like he was about to puke. As Vickie walked into the room, I got my first chance to look at her closely in the light. She was much shorter than I and was extremely thin, her arms and legs appearing to be nearly emaciated. Her face was pretty, even though her cheeks were hollow, and her hair was done up in a braid on her head, her bangs covering her forehead with a sleek brown shine. Her eyes were sparkling, unlike their appearance when we first met, and I could see color in her cheekbones as she blushed at my stare. I nearly didn't hear Mrs. T's instructions to have her home by 1:00 and that I should drive carefully, and other general bull that all parents tell their children's dates. As we walked to my car, her poodle skirt swished half way down her calves. I helped her into the passenger seat, and she slid half way across, waiting for me to get into the car. I had barely shut the door when I felt her hand on my thigh as she leaned against my shoulder, her head relaxed against the seat back. Starting the flathead 8, I started for town, heading for the movie theater. Her eyes were closed and, when I finally got to the theater and parked, seemed surprised to see where we were. "You don't have to take me in there if you don't want to," she said in a small voice. In those days, your own reputation was colored by the company you kept, and she knew that my reputation would change if we were seen together a second time. "I want to," was all I said as I got out of the car, Vickie sliding out beside me. We went into the theater. While we stood there waiting for popcorn and Cokes, I heard whispers behind me and knew that someone was talking about us, and that the story would get all over school by 9:00 on Monday morning. I wasn't really brave, I was just determined that small minds in a small city weren't going to make me change my upbringing. I took "nice girls" to the theater, and I was bound and determined that I was going to take Vickie. We sat in the last row of the balcony--the make-out pit--as we watched some movie. Vickie leaned against me so my right arm could go around her shoulders and under her right arm, my fingers able to just caress the sides of her breast covered with her blouse and bra. Her sweater hid my hand from the sight of others, and I remember that I fought to keep my arm from going to sleep, but I was afraid that if I changed positions I wouldn't be able to touch her breast anymore. Her hand was resting lightly on my knee, and occasionally she would squeeze my leg as my fingers found her nipple through all the layers of clothing, my fingers unable to be sure that I had the erect nubbin captured until I felt her reaction. My erection, prominent all week, was now raging, and I shifted to eliminate my discomfort. Finally I had to use my hand to release my cock from its confined place down my inseam and let it ride up my belly. Vickie scooted down in the seat a little more, and I thought it was to give my hand more access (which it did) until I felt her elbow gently probing at my hard-on, rubbing against its strength as her hand moved and caressed my knee. I can't understand how I managed to wait for the movie to end. Even today I think that I probably was so aroused that I would rape her if not for the fact that there were about 50 people in the theater. As we got up to leave, her hip brushed against my erection, and she leaned back so her buttocks were firmly pressed into my groin as she moved slightly from side to side, her crack dragging my cock as it worked back and forth over my body. I nearly came, but she giggled and stepped forward, leaving me with a raging hard-on creating a very evident bulge in my pants (at her recommendation, I hadn't worn underpants, so there was nothing to restrict or control my erection.) I remember feeling that every eye was on my cock as we walked past the rope which segregated the late show crowd from the matinee viewers. When we finally got to my car, I asked her if she wanted to go to the drive-in and get something to eat (still the perfect gentleman who was "RAISED RIGHT".) She looked at me, looked plainly at my crotch, and said, "I think we better get to the park before you bust the zipper in your pants." Remembering that speed caused her to get excited the first time, I pressed the accelerator until we were going nearly 80 mph down the main street in that section of town. Rather than risk the cops, I pulled off into a residential section and my tires could be heard for blocks as I rounded curves at top speed, hoping that there was no loose gravel to cause a skid. Her eyes were bright with excitement and her hands clutched at my leg as she tried to stay beside me as the force from cornering threw both of us around (remember, seat belts wouldn't become even optional equipment for nearly 5 more years.) Finding the back of the lake and parking among the other "make-out" artists, I killed the engine and turned off the lights. As I reached for her, Vickie scooted across the seat and got out of the passenger door, slamming it as she ran toward the lake, leaving me in a complete state of confusion, my erection wilting fast as my mind tried to understand what was happening. Finally, when she was about to disappear around the curve of the lake, I got out of the car and ran after her, catching up with her about two minutes later. As I reached her side she stopped and turned to face me. "I thought you weren't coming, and I'd hate to walk around the lake alone with my blouse and bra off. You never know who you might meet." Saying that, she handed me her sweater as she unbuttoned her blouse and shook it off as she reached between her breasts and unsnapped the hook, letting it slide off her arms to the ground. Raising her arms to the sky, she stretched upward letting the coolness of the night air bathe her nipples so that they poked out like pencil erasers from the pinkness of her areolae. "I love to feel the wind on my tits. I hate clothing. I wish I could be a nudist and go around all the time without clothing, letting nature clothe me in its warmth." I was dumbfounded. I had never even seen breasts before, and now this sprite was standing in the streetlight in the park completely naked to the waist. Quickly, before anyone could see, I put the sweater over her shoulders and pulled it shut, my erection restored with the thought of what she was doing. "No, let me. I'll keep it on so I can cover up if we meet anyone, but I want to be free. I want to feel the air on my nipples as we walk. Pick up my clothes and carry them if it makes you feel better," she said as she started out walking around the lake, her naked body gleaming in the streetlamps as we walked. When we were near the park entrance a car turned in and bathed us in its headlights, and I'm sure the driver caught a view of her naked chest before she could pull the sweater closed. When we finally got back to the car, I opened the door and she slid the seat back and got in the back before I could stop her. Looking around, I quickly followed and shut the door, extinguishing the dome lamp. She threw her sweater into the front seat and leaned back against the cushion, her fingers touching and caressing her nipples. "Feel how hard they are. I love the excitement and it always causes my nipples to get really hard and sensitive. Put your hand on them." I reached out and put just the tip of my finger on her nipple, pushing gently until it started to disappear into her breast. When I released the pressure, it sprang back like a rubber ball, poking proudly from her naked chest. I leaned forward and put my cheek against her breast, rubbing it back and forth. "Kiss it," she commanded as her fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my face against her nudity. I opened my mouth as far as I could and sucked her entire tit, my lips lapping over the soft rise of her breast as I put maximum suction, pulling my head backward. "Do just the nipple," she whined as the heat rose in her body. I could hear the slurping sounds and I attacked her nipple with my lips and tongue, sucking and licking, flicking the exciting bud of flesh as if I was a baby nursing for its dinner. Her moans of pleasure filled my ears as she let the feelings wash over her, her hands pressing into her groin and rubbing through the thick skirt. I put one hand on her other nipple and began to twist and pull it like I had the first time I touched her, and I let my other hand fall to her calf, rubbing her leg up under her skirt. As my hand neared the conjunction of her thighs, she screamed, "No!" and grabbed my arm, forcing my hand away from her crotch. Confused, I sat back and looked at her slumped down in the seat, completely naked from the waist up with her nipple glistening in the soft light from a distant street lamp. Her mouth was open and her hands were frantically rubbing at her pussy as, with a loud moan, she came, her aroma flooding my senses. I nearly decided to get out of the car, figuring that she was going to turn into another prick-teaser when she came back to earth, her hands slowing and finally stopping their intrusion onto her pussy. "I'm sorry. I'm off the roof now and I can't fuck or anything. I didn't want this to happen, but it felt so good while you were sucking me that I had to rub myself." Now I might have been inexperienced, but I wasn't dumb. I realized that she hadn't gotten her fingers inside her pussy, so I couldn't understand how she got herself off. "But how did you do it?" I asked, confounded by the fact that she had cum without any penetration. "I rubbed my clit, silly. It's really more sensitive than my pussy is anyway, and it's right where I can get to it." "Clit?" I thought, "what's a clit?" I had learned all the proper terms for a woman's body in Sex Ed last year. I knew about ovaries, vagina, fallopian tubes, womb; but no one said anything about a clit. "Show me," I asked. "I want to see where your clit is." Slowly she pushed both hands down her thighs, apparently trying to decide if she would comply. Suddenly she made up her mind. She grabbed the skirt and pulled it up so it covered her breasts, exposing her panties which were wet with her vaginal fluids, her dark pubic hairs poking from the sides where the crotch was forced between her lips. She stuck one finger into the front of her panties and pulled them to the side, exposing a curly mass of dark hair glistening wetly in the night. "Give me your hand," she said as she reached for mine with her free hand. She pulled it forward and let me feel the softness of her inner lips. She pushed it upward and I felt a hard nubbin at the top of her cunt lips, and she drew in her breath sharply as I stroked it. "Is that it?" I inquired, my fingers pushing the bud back and forth in its warm moistness. Her gasp was all I needed to know. I leaned down to get a better look and smelled her aroma wafting strongly up from between her legs. Looking back through the dark currents of time, I realize that I have associated the strong aroma of aroused womanhood with that moment in my development. I rested my face against her thigh as I poked and prodded her clit, flicking it back and forth, up and down as her legs unconsciously shivered, alternately trying to clasp and release my hand as it continued its pleasurable explorations. As I stroked her, I felt the moisture increasing and I slid my open palm against her pubic bone, trapping her clit against the unyielding hardness as I rotated my hand, rubbing and squeezing the erect button. With another loud moan, she climaxed again, her hips jerking up and down, nearly dislodging my head from its resting place on her thigh. "Oh God, don't stop. Don't stop now. Keep rubbing me. KEEP RUBBING ME. KeepRubbingMe. Keeprubbingme." Her climax lasted for about two minutes as I continued to use the heel of my hand on her clit, continuing her pleasure. Suddenly her body relaxed and seemed to collapse on the seat as her hands fluttered at her crotch, trying to push my hands away. "Oh, please stop. That's enough for now. My poor clit is so tender. Stop and let me catch my breath." We both sat up with our backs against the seat. "That was truly wonderful," she said, taking my hand in hers and kissing the back of my fingers. "I really did enjoy it. Give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll do you too." As we sat there, I reached over and began to play with her nipple again, softly touching it and the entire surface of her small breasts as we shared a cigarette, the red glow illuminating her naked body as she drew deeply of its addictive smoke. When she finished the smoke, she threw it out the window before turning to me and placing her hand on my crotch. "Take off your shirt," she requested as she continued to stroke my prick. I unbuttoned and removed it, throwing it into the front seat along with hers. Her lips and tongue danced on my chest as she worked her way from my neck to my beltline, pausing to flick wetly at my nipples, the sensation causing me to groan with pleasure. She took one nipple into her lips and sucked it hard, her mouth hollowing with the vacuum. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my nipple. She had bitten me! I jerked back with surprise and I felt her teeth grating against my sensitive bud as it pulled free. "Come back here. Pleasure and pain are nearly one," she said as she grabbed my hair and pulled her mouth back to my chest, capturing the red nubbin in her mouth. Now that I knew what to expect, it felt funny; strangely erotic and strangely forbidden. I never knew that men's nipples were sensitive before Vickie took me in hand (mouth, really) and taught me that pain can be a pleasure in the right circumstances. I felt her hands at my belt and fly, and I lifted my hips as I felt her start to slide my pants down, leaving me naked from my knees upward. I could see the wetness of my pre-cum coating the angry redness of my cockhead as it poked up from my belly at a thirty degree angle. She twisted her body so that, while she continued to nibble at my nipple, her tits brushed across my prick, her hard nipples poking into my strength. I was confused and pleased simultaneously. This wasn't what I had expected. I was ready mentally, even if not experiencially, to put my cock inside her pussy. I had studied the sex book I found in my father's closet and I knew that my cock was designed to fit into her cunt. But the book hadn't said anything about nipple biting and nipple rubbing and tit fucking. I felt her hand go to the base of my cock as she rubbed it back and forth over her hard nipple, the friction causing me great pleasure and great pain from the tickling sensations. My hips jerked involuntarily as I gave myself up to the sensuality of the situation. I felt the semen rising in my cock as it started its journey from my balls, and it felt as if it was nearly burning as I erupted, covering her chest with my seed, her teeth digging in even harder. Each time my spasms would subside, she would bite me again and another spasm would shoot some more cum onto her. Finally I was dry and her teeth were becoming unpleasantly painful. I tried to force her head away, but she kept her face on my chest as she changed to suckling and licking the tortured bud of my nipple, the sweat from my body mingling with the cum covering hers to make both of us slippery. She sat up and, while watching my face, began to rub my cum into her skin, the white globs of cum oozing between her fingers as she captured more and more of my love juices. "Did you like that? I love to feel cum on my titties. I like to feel its heat and smoothness against my skin. I wish I could have some every night so I could rub it in like this," she said as her body glistened in the streetlight. As I tried to catch my breath, I could only nod my agreement. If she could be this erotic while she was off the roof, what would she do when she was finished? For a minute I thought that we were finished for the night, but she had other ideas. She leaned forward so that our chests touched, her hard nipples digging into my pectorals as I felt her body sliding across mine, my cum and my sweat providing the lubrication. It felt wonderful! Her soft lips found mine and she poked her tongue between my lips, forcing its way into my mouth as her hands started to search for my nipples. She found both of them and again started pinching and twisting them, occasionally letting her fingernails dig in sharply and causing my cock to stir from its lethargy and begin to snake its way upward, bumping into her side as it jerked involuntarily. Giggling, she breathed into my mouth, "Are you ready so soon? Do you want me to do it AGAIN?" with the emphasis on the last word implying that she really didn't believe it. "Sit back and let me do you slowly, touch you slowly so that it lasts, while I tell you what we're going to do next weekend." My mind is nearly a complete blank. I remember her telling me that we were going to go down near the river where we could be alone, that we were going to make love on a blanket, that we were going to be naked and together under the stars; and I remember that she kept me right on the edge of my third orgasm of the night, but she wouldn't let me cum. Every time my body rose towards the apex, she would slow down or she would stop completely and simply continue kissing me with her lips and tongue. Vaguely I remember my voice, sounding as if it was coming from some movie screen, begging her to let me cum, nearly crying in my frustration as the sensations welled up, only to be capped just before completion. My entire being was wrapped up in a small, thin sixteen year old girl with knowledge beyond her years. Finally, she stuck her tongue in my ear and licked it wetly as she whispered that it was time, that she was also ready to cum. I hadn't been touching her, at her insistence, but now my hand found its way back under her skirt to rub at the erect nubbin at the top of her slippery wet lips. As soon as I touched it, she groaned and I felt her hips spasm as she worked herself against my fingers, her own now rubbing frantically up and down my cock, no longer slippery but hot with the friction of her movements as the loose skin slid back and forth over the sensitive nerve endings, causing me to erupt again, this time on my own chest and belly. Her hand started the milking motion on my cock head again, my cum giving sufficient lubrication so that it wasn't painful, and I remember moaning her name as my hip spasms started to subside. Somehow I remember going down to the lake to wash off, her chest glistening in the streetlights as she bathed my cum from her body, her skin shivering with the icy coldness of the water. I remember holding her in my arms, giving my warmth to her and shielding her from the world, and I remember arriving back at her house just before curfew, but the memories are too vague to be recounted. Needless to say, my thoughts for the next week would be colored with the memories of what we had done in the backs seat of my Ford and fantasies about what we would do on the river next week, the subject of another chapter in this series. Wednesday's Child is Loving and Giving I had made a date with Vickie for the next Friday night when she would "be ready", as she put it, her period over for another month. We talked on the phone every night and I was really beginning to fall deeply in love or in lust. At sixteen, love and lust are part and parcel of the same emotions, the hormones satisfied with either. On Wednesday I called her house, but her brother told me that she was babysitting for a family and that she wasn't there. I had to call back twice more before Vickie's mother finally answered the phone and gave me the phone number where she was, her snotty little brother hanging up on me when I questioned him. When she answered I asked her where she was. As she described the Doctor's house, I suddenly realized that it was the house right behind my own. The houses were separated by a hill and woods, but I often walked down their driveway when I was headed for the country club where I caddied for money. She said that the Doctor had called her mother in a panic. Their regular babysitter had chicken pox and they HAD to be downtown for a benefit dinner. I told my parents that I was going over to Blake's house to study (Blake lived up the street from the Doctor. I inducted his younger sister, Honey, into the mysteries of sex a few months later. I may recount that story if there is enough interest in these memories from my past.) Fortunately, Blake and I had occasionally studied together before and my parents weren't worried or even surprised by my statement. I went out the back door and up the hill, my passage familiar enough that I didn't need a light. As I approached the Doctor's house, I could see light streaming from every window on the first floor. Apparently she was going to make sure no boogie man got her. I peeked in the window and she was sitting in the living room all alone watching a black and white television (we didn't get our first TV for another year) with her legs curled up on the sofa. I tapped gently at the window, and she started, the sound apparently scaring her. When she turned and saw my face gleaming whitely in the light from the room, she seemed to sigh in relief as she ran toward the kitchen, her bare feet making no noise. As the back door opened, I stood on the ground at the foot of the steps, fortunately in position to catch her flying body as she launched it off the stoop, her legs clasping my waist as her arms encircled my neck. "You scared me. That house is so creepy. It creaks and groans and it sounds like someone is walking around. I put the kids to bed an hour ago, but I keep thinking there's something in there with me." "Well I'm here now and I won't let anything get you except for me," I said as I started pivoting in a circle, the action causing her ponytail to fly out behind. She put her face in the warm cavity of my neck as she hung on, her thin legs squeezing my waist as we turned. Finally, nearly out of breath, I walked her to the stoop where I let her stand on the bottom step, our heights nearly matched. She took my face in both hands and kissed me sweetly, her lips pursed and her tongue lightly flicking out at my lips. I put my hands on her hips and felt the power of her buttocks as she stood there, our lips telling each other of the love/lust inside us, the promise of joy and pleasure to come. "I want to be naked! I want to feel free. I want to take off all my clothes and dance in the star light and feel the wind brush my nipples and tease lightly between my legs," she said as, with a bound, she leaped off the step into the damp grass and began to unbutton her shirt, throwing it aside as she twirled, her hair streaming behind her. She reached down to the side of her bermuda shorts and fiddled there for a moment before her shorts slid down her legs, leaving her completely naked as she stepped out of them, dancing away from me into the darkness. "Where are your underclothes," I whispered as I frantically picked up her shorts and shirt, trying to find her in the darkness beyond the window's light. "I took them off as soon as I knew you were coming. Don't you love the feel of air on your body? The touch of night on your nipples? The breath of air between your legs?" she said as she suddenly appeared as if in a spotlight, standing in all her glorious nudity in the light from the kitchen door, her hands in her hair holding it away from her neck as she danced right up to me, pressing her nakedness against me. "Take off your clothes. I want to feel your body next to mine. I want to rub my nipples all over you and touch you and have you touch me. I want to feel your cock between my legs and your hands on my ass," she said as I felt her fingers at the buttons of my shirt, swiftly skinning it from my body as her hands went to the button and zipper on my shorts, the sound of the metal grating in the night as it spread and permitted my shorts to fall to my feet. She knelt before me and grabbed the waistband of my jocky shorts and pulled them straight down, my cock bobbing up in her face as she made me pull my feet up so I could step out of the useless clothing. Giggling, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cock as she rose and clasped herself to my naked body. Oh God, what a feeling! For the first time in my life I had a completely naked woman pressing her excitement to my nakedness, her nipples poking into my chest and her smooth belly squashing my cock against my own. She twisted her body as we kissed, the action putting maximum pressure on my shaft as it rotated between our bare skin. I was so excited that I didn't even pause to consider what would happen if either of the neighbors decided to look out their windows at the two naked people illuminated clearly in the evening darkness. "I want to fuck, but not until Friday. I want us to take our time and I want the first time to be just right. But I have an idea that will satisfy both of us. Let me stand on this step and you put your cock between my legs, letting it slide along my pussy while we kiss." As she mounted the bottom step her belly and crotch were nearly on a level with my own. I felt her hand work its way between our bodies to grasp my cock, pulling it down as she rose on tiptoe and inserted it between her legs. As her thighs clasped me, I could feel the entire length of her pussy along the top of my prick, her wetness bathing me in warmth. "Don't move. Just enjoy the feeling for a little while. Can you feel how wet I am? Your big cock is poking completely out in back and I can feel it all along my pussy. If I spread my legs a little like this, I can feel it pushing my lips aside and it rubbing on my pussy. And if I move like this, Ohhhhh, I can feel it on my clit." When she rubbed her clit against the top of my cock, her hips started an involuntary movement back and forth, drawing her smooth wetness across my prick, the tickling sensation driving me to start my own hunching motion as I forced my cock back and forth, dry fucking her cunt lips. Her mouth was pressed to mine as she moaned my name into my throat, her hips rotating and thrusting, increasing the pressures on her clit as I felt a flood of moisture streaming down my shaft, dripping onto my balls. Her hips spasmed quickly and I nearly came, but I managed to hold back just in time, the tickling sensations making me thrust completely through her legs and hold her hips so she couldn't put any more pressure directly on my cock head. Her motions slowed as her body relaxed, her arms sliding down my back to grab my ass cheeks, mashing me against her as her lips and tongue continued their duel. Her head went back, her body supported by her arms as she looked me in the eye. "Dam'n that was wonderful. I love being naked and free. Ever since my parents took me to the nudist colony when I was six I've loved to dance naked in the moonlight. Sometimes, after Mom has gone to bed, I sneak out of the house and take off my nightie and dance in our backyard. But I never had something hard and long like you to rub against my clit. I always have to use my fingers, but I think, from now on, I'll insist on your hard cock to rub against me when I dance naked. If I called you, would you come? Would you come over to my house and dance naked in the backyard with me and let me rub your cock between my legs?" Since I hadn't cum, my hips were trying to hunch back and forth, being imprisoned in her hands as she held us close together. I forced my mouth on hers as with a growl I started to piston my hips back and forth, driving my cock between her thighs and along her pussy like a steam engine. She moaned again and clasped her thighs even tighter, increasing the pressure on my cock and forcing me harder against her pussy lips. I remember the sensations as her vaginal fluids gushed out again, the wetness finally causing me to begin to climax, my sperm shooting out on the concrete stoop as my legs nearly gave way, my knees weakened from the orgasm. We stood there for a few more minutes, my cock starting to soften as it retracted from her warm, slippery sheath. "Do you think you can do it again?" she questioned as she felt it retreating. Although I doubted that I could get it up right away, I knew from experience that she could make me do things that I had never done before. Just the question made the retreat pause as my mind considered the possibilities laid before it. I felt her thighs rubbing back and forth as she rolled my cock between her legs, her own moisture lubricating the movement. I felt the swelling start again. My cock was going to do it! It never got completely soft, but until she started talking and massaging me with her thighs, I thought that I was finished for a while. As the swelling increased, I felt it poking up at her cunt as I began to hunch back and forth, letting the fluids leaking down her thighs provide the necessary slipperyness. As my cock got completely hard, she suddenly stopped and stepped back one step, putting her cunt out of my reach as I staggered with the suddenness of the move. "What the fuck!" I said as my cock, glistening with her fluids, poked ineffectually at the air, finding nothing to caress its need. "I want to watch you cum. I want to see your cum shoot out of your cock just like it did. Take your hand and make it cum while I make myself cum," she said as she took another step up, now two steps and an eternity from me. Slowly my hand went to my cock and I could feel the hardness of the muscle under the softness of its outer covering of skin, drenched with the juices which had gushed from her cunt when she came. I watched her hands go to her own pussy as, with one she stroked her clit as the other disappeared further between her legs, her pelvis tilted toward me as her hands worked their magic. I couldn't take any more. The thought of what we were doing, naked in the backyard, masturbating ourselves silly, caused my seed to spring forth from my balls, rushing up my shaft to erupt in three long, white strands of cum spurting across the night air to splash against her leg as she came also, her groans sounding like thunder in my ears. I softly continued to stroke my softening shaft as she shuddered through her climax, her head now thrown back in her unconscious search for pleasure. Her hands slowed and finally stopped, her finger just barely moving on her clit as she looked at me, saying, "That was good. Did you enjoy it? I haven't seen anyone cum before and it looked like fireworks as you shot it at me. You are so good. You make me want to try things I haven't done before. Maybe Friday we can try some other things. But you better go now since they're supposed to be home at 9:30 and its nearly that now." She kissed me sweetly and stepped around me to find her clothes. She picked them up and walked up the steps completely naked into the light where anyone could plainly see her. "I'll put them on inside where my underwear is, but you better get dressed unless you want them to find you like that." As the door shut, I finally came out of my reverie and began frantically searching for my clothes. I never did find my jocky shorts that night, and I had to come back early the next morning to find them stuck in a bush where she had thrown them when I stripped. I don't think the Doctor ever suspected what caused the stains on his kitchen stoop, and I imagine that the rain finally washed them away, but that morning there were dark stains where my sperm had exploded onto the concrete roughness. As I made my way home on unsteady legs, I wondered what she would think of next. I didn't have long to wonder. Friday was only two days off. Friday Night - FINALLY!!! After Wednesday's naked romp through my neighbor's back yard, I was ready for anything on Friday. I put a heavy blanket and two towels in the trunk as she had instructed, had my handy foil-wrapped Trojan in my wallet, a full tank of gas, and a freshly showered and scented body as I walked up to her door, anticipating everything but willing to settle for nearly anything. Vickie's brother opened the door and walked disgustedly into the back room, not even telling Vickie that I was there. I waited for a few minutes, and, when no one came into the room, walked uneasily toward the back of the house, looking in the doors as I passed. When I got to her room, she was standing in front of the full length mirror, posing and turning and looking simply beautiful. She had let her hair down so it caressed her shoulders instead of the pony tail she normally wore, and as she twirled, her skirt rose up her thighs revealing her legs that, even though thin, seemed to be the most beautiful things I had seen. Suddenly she caught my reflection in the mirror and turned and ran to me, leaping up to hug me around the neck and plastering her teenage body against mine as her lips and tongue flicked into my mouth. She smelled of soap and flowers, lust and desire, all at the same time. Sliding down to the floor, she took my hand and walked me to my car, sliding in the driver's door to sit in the middle of the seat. As I started the car she asked me again if I had the blanket and towels. Confirming that I did, I started down the block. As I drove, we alternately entered and left the pools of light from the street lamps until we reached a section where the lights had been shot out by some unknown vandals seeking excitement of any kind. Vickie told me to pull over and stop the car, which I did, wondering "Why here? This can't be where we're going to do it," or at least I was hoping that this wasn't the spot. As I turned to her, she slid across the seat until her back was against the door. "Oh just fucking great! Now she's decided to become a DDH (that's Dam'n Door Hugger, for you youngsters) just when I thought I was going to finally do it!" I thought to myself, my mind whirling in confusion. "Did you wear any underwear?" she asked, waiting for my negative nod. "I didn't wear any either. Would you like to see?" as she began to unbutton her blouse, pulling the tails from her skirt and letting me see her naked chest in the faint glow of the dash lights. She reached the side of her skirt and undid the zipper with a metallic rasp, raising her hips to slide it down to the floor, leaving her completely naked. Now I don't know about you, but being naked in the backyard was one thing, but this was something else. Anyone driving down the road or walking on the sidewalk would have seen her body, tinted green from the dash lights, sitting completely naked beside me. I'm sure my mouth hung open in surprise as she lay down on the seat, facing the back, and put her head in my lap. "Well, go on. You know where we're going. When we get to the store, let me know. Until then, I want to feel the wind on my body and your hands on my tits. Let me do the shifting," she said with a giggle, "but watch out since I've never done it from down here." Instant erection!! The surprise and worry about being seen dissipated with the soft touch of her hair as she turned on her back and ground my gears until I finally had the presence of mind to step on the clutch. I still don't know how I got out of town. We had to go onto the main highway, past all the drive-ins and stores with their lights acting as spotlights on her naked body lying across my seat. She pulled my right hand to her chest and gently brushed my fingers across her erect nipples, letting them bend and recover as each finger danced across her small tits. I pulled each nipple in turn, twisting and turning it as she had taught me, and I could smell her lust starting to penetrate my senses as her hands went to her own crotch where I could see them moving slowly up and down, rubbing her clit. We were well out of town (she had selected a spot about 40 miles away on the river) when I heard her gasping for breath and watched as her hands started to increase in speed, rubbing quickly up and down her cunt as she approached climax. "Fuck that" I thought to myself, "she'll have to wait for me too." as I reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand from her pleasure pit. She fought like a wildcat, but I was able to fend off each hand as it tried to get back between her legs, and her moans rose in frustration as she was left on the edge of orgasm, unable to get over. Finally she seemed resigned to waiting, which was a good thing since we were at the little country store she had described. She sat up and kissed my cheek, whispering that I was right, she would wait until we could both cum together. She directed me to drive down some dirt roads and pasture lanes until we finally reached the river bank where I parked, extinguishing the headlights and leaving us bathed in the warm, soft glow from the full moon, lighting the landscape as if in early morning. As I started to open my door, she stopped me and told me to sit and contemplate the beauty of the scene. I have to admit that it was pretty. The river bank was covered with an indistinct bramble of undergrowth, the trees standing erect into the moonlight as we could see flashes of glimmer from the moon's reflection on the water. Off to the right was a field of grass, the tops waving gently in the soft breezes blowing off the hill. It was very peaceful and very silent. But my mind was totally on beauty of another sort. Beside me was a naked sprite who's white body gleamed in the soft illumination of the moon, her nipples making dark statements as her chest rose and fell with her soft breathing. Lower down I could almost make out the dusky bramble between her legs as I watched her fingers idly stroking up and down, maintaining the excitement, but not increasing it. She turned and grabbed my neck and kissed me with all her strength, the sweetness of her breath combining with the lusty aroma from between her legs causing my prick to pulsate with pleasure. "Let's go. You get the blanket and I'll pick the spot. Oh, yes, take off your clothes before you come. I want to watch you walk to me," she said as she opened her door and danced into the bright moonlight in the field. As I stripped, my erection was about to become extremely uncomfortable as I watched her twirling and dancing naked in the moonlight, looking for all the world like the pictures I had seen of fairies. I got the blanket and towels out of the trunk and walked self-consciously toward her, aware with every step, of my erection poking proudly before me like a knight's lance. I tried to cover myself with the blanket until she warned me that, if I did, she would run away and I'd never find her. As I reached her side, her soft hand went down and grabbed my prick, squeezing it as she leaned up to kiss me, her hand working up and down my shaft and bringing a groan from deep in my throat. Releasing my cock, she helped me spread the blanket on the soft grass, mashing it into our mattress as we lay together on our backs, looking at the moon, our fingers intertwined as we held hands like new lovers, which we were about to become. Turning, she raised up on one elbow and looked down into my face. "I want to look at you all over and touch you all over," she said as her hair gently caressed her shoulders and my cheeks. "Just lie there and let me explore." For the next few minutes I was treated to the glory of having a knowledgable teenage waif gently touch and kiss my body, her touch like feathers and her kisses drawing the fire into each place she sucked. My nipples felt like they would burst, they were so hard. Her cheeks and lips rubbed across their surface as her tongue flicked out to moisten their way. I could feel the coolness of the night on the spots where her saliva hadn't dried, and I shivered with the feeling. "Oh you poor baby, you're cold. Let mama warm you up," she said as she put her entire length against me, lying down my body, one leg inserted between mine, and her soft stomach pressing my manhood into my own abdomen. Her lips gently nibbled at mine as she wouldn't let me participate in any way. I felt her slide down until she had one nipple in her mouth, suckling and nibbling with her teeth, the alternate softness and pain sending sparks shooting to my groin where they collected in my cock. Looking down, I couldn't see her face shrouded by her hair as she kissed her way across my flat belly, her tongue flicking into my navel and causing slurping sounds as she tried to recapture the saliva she had dripped into its bowl. I could feel her tits, nipples as hard as marbles, digging into my cock as she twisted her chest from side to side, dragging my cock with her buds of pleasure. She got to her knees between my legs and put her soft hand on my cock, pulling it straight erect, the blood engorged muscle trying to return to its more prone position. Looking me in the eye, she leaned forward and gently let her tongue flick out to wash across the top of the shaft, and I moaned her name with the sensation. Her lips pursed and she gave my cock a wet, sloppy kiss, but she didn't take it into her mouth. As I was just about to erupt in her face, she pulled back and told me to turn over. Reluctantly I complied, my erection poking a hole in the soft grass mat as it poked uncomfortably out, making me think of sleeping on a tent pole. I felt her hands massaging the muscles of my back as her hands worked lower and lower until they were on my ass. I could feel the strength of her hands as she worked the muscles, massaging them with her fingers. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sensations flooding my senses. Unconsciously my hips began their hunching, trying to find relief from the tension. Suddenly I felt a hard SLAP on my ass. Before I could react, two more swats rained down on my unprotected buttocks. "Hey," I shouted angrily, trying to turn over and evade the spanking. As I reached my back, she grabbed my cock again right near the head, and let her fingers milk the head, the friction causing an unbearable tension in me. I reached for her hand, the pleasure too painful to continue, but she ducked her head and let her tongue lick the surface, her saliva creating the lubrication that turned pain into pleasure again, as she let herself down, her body on top of mine and her lips raised for a kiss. "Now it's my turn," I told her as I twisted out from under her, flipping her onto her back in the process. Her arms and legs went out in a large "X", leaving me complete freedom to do anything I wanted. Putting both hands on her face, I raised her head to kiss me as I knelt at her side, touching her only with my hands for the time being. Gently I let her head back and she shut her eyes, trusting me and letting me have her body to do with as I wished. I let my hands slide down her neck to her chest where I caressed the swelling mounds of her breasts, my fingers evading her nipples and touching only the sweet whiteness. Her body wriggled as she tried to get contact with my fingers, but I put each hand on her rib cage as I leaned over and let a strand of saliva drop from my tongue directly onto each nipple, the bead gleaming brightly in the moonlight. I could see goosebumps forming on the soft swelling of her tit as she shuddered from the sudden chill as a breeze evaporated the wetness. Using just one finger from each hand, I massaged the slippery moistness into her red buds, each one swelling into its full length, her moans of pleasure reassuring me that I was pleasing her. As I worked my way toward her cunt, my lips and tongue leaving wet trails glistening in the moonlight, her body gently twisted and moved in response to the pleasure. I put my knees between her wide-spread legs and bent over for a better look. "Dam'n!!" A cloud obscured the moon, turning our field into a black hole. Looking up, she giggled as she realized that it would be many minutes before the cloud scudded out of the way. "Do you want to look at me?" she questioned. Of course not! Here I had the chance of a lifetime and I wasn't going to take it? As I nodded, she jumped up and ran towards the car, disappearing into the darkness with the second step. I ran after her, following her sounds and trusting that she was going the right way. I heard the soft rustle of the river as I bumped into her from behind, my prick contacting her about seven inches before the rest of me. "Get in the car and turn on the lights," she said, reaching behind and grabbing me quickly as she danced away. I leaned in the open window and pulled the light knob, bathing the pasture in its unnatural light. Right in front of the beam stood Vickie, as naked as the day she was born, her hands in her hair and her legs spread widely, letting me see the glistening pussy juices coating her pubic hair. "Well, come on and look. You ought to be able to see with all this light." Kneeling in front of her, I looked closely at the first woman's cunt I had ever seen except in drawings. It was beautiful!! Dark curls framed the "V" of her mons, the hairs glistening with the overflow from her pussy. Pink lips poked wetly from between her legs hanging below the hairs that became sparse toward her vagina, completely exposing the sweet softness of her pussy. She reached down and spread the lips using the fingers of one hand. At the top of her cunt was a little pink pearl gleaming in my headlights. I touched it and watched it grow, erecting like a miniature penis, to stand pointing downward as my fingers bumped over its surface, drawing a gasp from her lips. "Tilt your ass so I can see further," I requested, searching for sight of her vaginal opening, looking to see its beauty in the shadows between her legs. Her butt moved forward, but I still couldn't see and I tried to force my face further between her legs. Giggling at my dilemma, she told me to wait as she sat down and reclined on her elbows, raising and spreading her knees to give me full access to her womanhood. I formed three fingers into a cone and slid them toward her vaginal opening, feeling the warmth and moisture coating my fingertips as they progressed. I forced my hand up her cunt, drawing a moan of pleasure from her lips as she reached down to use her own fingers to spread her pussy lips, giving me more access. As my fingers alternately disappeared and reappeared as I fingerfucked her cunt, her pussy juices were overflowing, creating a white lather on my knuckles and running in rivulets down her thighs. I felt her hand grasping for me, finding my hardness and caressing it softly as the excitement built in her slender body. With a loud cry and a spasming of her body, she came, her body bent at the waist as I continued to force my hand up her cunt, twisting and turning to multiply her pleasures. Her fingers clasped the head of my cock and squeezed, her palm turning and creating an unbearable tension and I felt my sperm start its hot, burning flow through my prick, erupting into her hand and dripping from her fingers as my hips jerked back and forth uncontrollably. Finally she grabbed my wrist and begged me to stop. As I pulled from her cunt, I could see the opening continuing its spasms, opening and closing, searching involuntarily for my fingers to continue their pleasure giving. We collapsed beside each other, both too exhausted to move, and too sated to do anything else. Lying there I felt the most tenderness and love I had had to that point. Some minutes later she rolled to her side and kissed me, telling me that now it was time for the real thing. Her exact words, as best as I can remember, were, "I want to feel you inside me, your hard cock sliding inside me until you cum. I want to feel your power and your love." After turning off the lights, we walked back to the blanket hand in hand, the moon again revealing the sweet contours of her body as she walked closely beside me. "Put on your rubber," she told me as she lay back, spreading her limbs, at one with the evening air. I scrambled around to find my pants and get my wallet out of the back pocket. I tore the foil and found what looked like a ring instead of what I had assumed to be tubular, like my cock. Confusion showing on my face, Vickie sat up and took the condom and placed it on my cock, the ring fitting below the head before she unrolled it. I still remember the smell, the pungent aroma of latex and lubricant, and the feeling of slippery constriction as my shaft was covered in the thin material. Vickie let her hand slide quickly up and down the shaft, drawing a moan from my throat as I felt the movement starting to well up from my balls. She lay back, knees in the air, and guided me into her cunt. Warmth. Softness. Tender smoothness. Warmth. I remember to today the feelings of her cunt as I slipped easily in, bottoming only when my pelvis met hers. "Don't move," she said. "Feel that? Can you feel me squeezing you? I'm going to milk you with my pussy. Does that feel good?" I felt a pulsation enclosing my prick, tenderly squeezing it as she manipulated her internal muscles. It grasped my shaft about half way up its length, its pulsations at one with my heart beat, driving me crazy with longing for more. I kissed her lips and tried to get my fingers on her nipples as she giggled and squeezed faster and harder. "Pull out for a minute," she said as she turned onto her knees, her ass high in the air before me, completely submissive to my desires. "Now stick it in. Fuck me with that thing. Shove it all the way up in me and make me cum." Her buttocks gleamed in the moonlight like a white mountain of pure pleasure as I adjusted my position and sank my entire length into her sopping wet pussy, my balls banging against her fingers which were frigging her own clit. She was so warm and smooth inside, her vaginal muscles contracting around my cock in loving adoration. Slowly I became aware of sounds. My entire being had been concentrated in my cock, but now sound penetrated, providing counter point and stimulus to my lust. Vickie was moaning with a soft "Uhh" each time I bottomed in her sweet pussy. My own voice, coming from some foreign source, was repeating her name softly, over and over. But in the background, and nearly drowning our voices, was the wetness of our coupling playing its steady tune of sloshing sounds in steady concert to our fuck. Twice before I came for the first time in a woman's soft love channel, her back stiffened and then arched as she began a staccato movement back onto my cock, capturing it deeply within her and moving quickly an inch in and out as her pussy walls frantically clutched at my prick. "Stop. I can't take anymore," she said as she slid forward to lie on her stomach leaving me hanging, frustrated, and unfulfilled. She rolled over and looked at me as she took my cock in her hand, feeling my strength and power. "Poor baby. You didn't cum yet, did you? Lie down and mommy'll make you feel all better." As I lay back, a cloud obscured the moon once again, depriving me of the pleasure of watching this teenage sprite impale herself on my manhood and fuck me to fulfillment. Instead, all my senses were concentrated on touch...on the touch of her hands as she grabbed my cock...on the touch of her thighs as she straddled my prone body...the softness and cloying warmth of her pussy as she sank down, completely engulfing my prick in her body...the cool wetness as her pussy juices overflowed and ran down my balls...the sharp white pain as she leaned over and took one nipple between her teeth, biting and worrying that bundle of exposed nerve endings like a dog with a bone...the clutching, clinging, massaging of her vaginal muscles as she brought me to my first climax in a woman's cunt...the nearly unbearable tension and tickling...the spasmodic clinching of my buttocks, driving my hot cum up from my balls...the glorious feeling of relief and release as my cock erupted, filling the end of the condom with my lust...the gentle afterglow as I felt myself still protected inside her body, kissing her sweetly and tenderly, our lusts sated for the moment. ______________________________________________________________________ EPILOGUE Less than 2 weeks after that last episode, Vickie's mother moved the family to Baltimore where she could get a better job. Vickie and I fucked every night until she left, even fucking at 4:00 on the last afternoon in the backseat of my Ford on a turn-off by the river, the condensation from our passion the only barrier from prying eyes. Vickie, if you ever read this, know how much I loved you, know how much I wanted to marry you, but it really wouldn't have worked out. Our love was something special, and, in reality, the culmination in intercourse wasn't nearly as exciting as the passage to fulfillment. You took a gangly 16 year old and gave him something that he's remembered for all these years. ______________________________________________________________________ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----