up over her belly to her breasts. They lolled in the warm water, supported and caressed by it as they had been in Richard's hands. Her hands slid down her belly to her cunt, and she thought again of Richard.
She had known him slightly in high school, but they had never dated. He had been on the basketball team, though not a star player. He was tall and thin and very quiet. His face was too hard and boney to be called handsome. She had been the plain lane, the prim granddaughter of her prim and proper grandparents. They had gone to the same state college, and he had seemed to discover her there for the first time. They had been in classes together. He had asked her out to a dance. She knew right away that she didn't love him, that she could never love him. But she liked him. She liked to talk to him, and she was fascinated by his maleness. For the first time in her life she seemed to really see a boy, to touch him, to smell him. And it awakened a femaleness in her that she had never known was there.
At the dances she loved to dance the old-fashioned slow dances with him in the dark. She loved to be encircled by his long, strong arms, his huge boney hands. She would press herself against him and smell his cologne and deeper down the smell of his male sweat. She clung to him and let her breasts be massaged against his hard chest. And she felt his arousal. The strange hardness between his legs, the great bulk of what he had in his pants. He pressed his cock against her belly and let her feel what she was doing to him. For the first time in her sheltered life she felt the dampness, the creamy heat that gathered in her cunt and made her want him more.
They kissed in his car, at first in the front seat, and at first she would not let him touch her breasts. Then when she did, she was sorry that she hadn't done it sooner. It felt so wonderful, his hands grasping and holding her, massaging more and more heat into her tits until she ached for release. He too needed release from the tension that was building inside him. His cock got hard in his pants. She could see how rigid it was, how big, how uncomfortable he was. He never mentioned it in so many words, but he let her feel his need, his hard-on against her thigh.
Then she touched it, her hands trembling at the size of it and its terrifying hardness. He had put his hand on top of hers and squeezed it around his hard cock while they kissed deeply. Then he had groaned and jerked in the seat beside her for a few seconds and then dropped his lips from hers to gasp for aft.
Naive as she was, she didn't know what had happened. She actually thought that he had been ill or something. He was very embarrassed at first and had turned away from her and had taken out his handkerchief.
'What is it? Are you all right?' she asked anxiously.
'I came in my pants,' he muttered. 'I've got to sop it up before it stains my trousers.' She wondered if it were something like having an accident with your period. She was emboldened by curiosity.
'Let me see,' she said.
'You want to?'
'Yes, let me help you.'
He turned back toward her. His hand was inside his pants under his belt with the handkerchief. He unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. He opened them and pulled down his jockey shorts. There it was, so long and dark and threatening looking, like a snake running up his belly from between his legs. It wasn't as hard as it had been before, but it was still swollen and throbbing slightly with the beat of his pulse. The head of it was like a big mushroom and was covered with a glistening white liquid. She caught the sharp animal smell of freshly spilled jism.
She put out her hand and touched his cock. Some of the sticky stuff came off on her fingers and she raised them to her nose and smelled them. It was the most powerfully wonderful scent she had ever smelled. It seemed to waken some deeply hidden animal memory inside her body. She took the handkerchief and wiped the cum off his belly and off his long, thick cock. She sighed as she touched him. He said nothing, but she felt him stirring and stiffening again.
'Does that feel good?' she whispered.
'Yes, very good.'
His cock swelled up harder and harder. In a few seconds his shaft was like iron, and the head was smooth and tight, shining like polished stone in the moonlight. She clutched the shaft, and he thrust his hips up from the seat in a sexy, sensuous movement.
'Are you going to do that again?' she asked in a hushed voice. Her eyes were wide with interest and delight.
'I am if you keep it up. Let me feel your tits,' he murmured. Before she could say yes, he slipped his hands inside her blouse and into her bra. She leaned forward so he could reach back behind her and unhook her bra. He unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pushed her bra out of the way.
She felt his fingers on the bare flesh of her tits, then he leaned toward her and took one of her nipples between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. She suddenly shuddered with the intensity of the feeling. It was so wonderful, so sexy, so exciting. She put one hand up to touch her breast and his cheek and feel herself being drawn into his mouth where his tongue was lapping at her hard nipple.
With her other hand she jerked on his hard dong, yanking on it like she was going to tear it out by the roots. His hand went down around hers and guided her movements, showing her the stroke he liked on his rigid shaft. She curled her fingers around its hot hardness and rubbed them over the ridge of his cockhead at the end of each stroke as he was showing her how to do it.
His face was buried between her tits, licking and hotly sucking on the nipples when his ass came up off the seat, jogging in the air. She watched with utter fascination as the white streams of his fuck cream jetted out of the hole at the tip of his cock and landed in wet, sticky strings over the back of her hand and on his lean belly.
Again, he said nothing as she wiped him up. He fixed up his pants while she put her bra back on and buttoned her blouse. Then she suddenly asked him, 'Richard! It won't make me pregnant, will it?' She really didn't know.
He snorted a short laugh. 'No, it has to get up your cunt to do that.'
'I, I don't want to get pregnant,' she said.
He looked her straight in the eyes. 'I'll make sure that you don't.' They didn't have to say anything else.
On the next date, he drove her straight out into the woods far out in the country away from the campus. They got into the back seat, and he unfastened her bra right away. His hands and lips were soon on her breasts and stirring up the fire inside her body. She reached for his cock and felt it hard and throbbing inside his pants. She took it out and caressed it in the dark. It was so strange and powerful to her and still a little frightening. She had heard that it hurt when a man did it to a woman for the first time. She hoped that it wouldn't hurt too much. It had her so excited to see his urgent arousal, but there was still a corner of fear in her mind. The fear was covered up, if not extinguished, by the surges of passion that he was building up in her.
His hand went down to her knees and slid up her thigh. She trembled and clasped her legs together at first, then let him move his hand up toward her pussy. She was wet and creamy hot from the things he had been doing to her tits, but she astonished herself with the feelings that swept through her when he touched her cunt.
He was gentle, his fingers just running through her pussy hair and stroking her cunt lips. Then his fingertip touched her clit, and it stiffened immediately under his strokings. His touch was light, but it thrilled her as she had never been thrilled before. Her legs opened wide for him as he slipped his fingers under the band of her panties and dipped them directly into her creamy box.
His fingertips soaked in her cunt juice and wiped it up over her clit, making it throb more and more with each stroke. She was feeling something new, a heavy fullness in her lower belly and in her legs, like a warm pool of mercury was gathering there. It made her want more and more of what he was doing to her, but he stopped and reached up higher under her skirt for the waistband of her panties.
She lifted her ass up from the seat and let him pull her panties off. Then his hands between her legs became more insistent, kneading the flesh of the insides of her thighs, rubbing against her wet cunt and opening it for a finger which was going lower down, toward her cunt hole. He touched it, and she tightened up on him, squeezing it as tightly shut as she could.
He stopped and went back to stroking her clit again, and she relaxed. Then he took his hand away and pulled back from her. She lay panting on the seat while he took out his wallet and pulled out a square folder of metal foil. He tore the end of it off and pulled out a circle of something like a thick rubber band with a thin sheet of something stretched across the opening. It was wet with some kind of lubricant.
