'What is that?' she said.
'A rubber to keep you from getting pregnant.' He put the thing on the top of his dork and then unrolled it down over the head and shaft. It fit his swollen prong tightly, like a thin glove. When he had it rolled on, he pushed his pants and shorts down to his ankles and moved toward her.
'Don't hurt me, please, Richard,' she whispered.
'I won't. You've never done it before, have you?'
'No,' she said in a tiny whisper.
'It might hurt just a little bit at first the first time,' he said. 'I'll stop if you say so.'
'All right.'
He knelt up on the seat between her out-spread legs. His cock nodded stiffly from his belly like a club raised over her. He pulled her skirt up from under her ass and stuffed a towel under her. 'So your dress won't get dirty,' he muttered. It was for the blood, but he didn't tell her that.
He leaned down toward her with his hand on his hard cock and forced it down so that the rubber-covered head touched her clit. He stroked it gently back and forth, up and down her lips from her cunt hole to her clit. It was so hot, even through the rubber, and so thrillingly hard, that she began to pant for it, for its powerful touch.
She opened her legs still further and thrust her pussy up at him. Then in one smooth motion, he positioned the head at the mouth of her cunt and pushed it in before she realized what he was doing. She had been as relaxed as she ever was, but the pain still flashed over her body like the slash of a knife. The first pain was sharp and tearing as he forced her open and split her membrane, but that wasn't all. She felt terribly invaded, ripped and forced and violated. He was so big, and it hurt to have him inside there even just an inch or two. She stifled a shriek of pain and clutched him to make him stop.
'It hurts! Oh, Richard, you're hurting me bad! Stop it! Take it out!'
'Just relax, baby. I won't move it. Just relax.'
'I'm bleeding, Richard! I can feel it! You hurt me! You tore me!'
'I know. It's just your cherry. Hold still. It's not serious. You'll be all right in a minute.'
'Please! It's hurting me!'
His arm tightened on her shoulder. 'I said it will be all right in a minute,' he hissed.
She began to cry. He let go of her arm and wet his fingertips as mouth and slid his hand down between their bellies. His fingertips found her little clit and began to massage it very gently. He pulled out enough so that he could reach down with his lips and kiss her breasts again. He was very gentle but insistent.
Slowly her crying ceased, and she began to relax a little, but she didn't feel the pleasure that she had felt before. He thrust into her, more and more until she felt his hairy balls on her ass. His belly was pressing now on her clit, and the force of his big cock in her cunt was also pulling on her trigger from the inside. He began to pull out and thrust his shaft into her. The sharp pain had subsided, but she still felt raw where he tore her, and the pain was enough to keep her from being aroused as before. He went faster and faster, pulling and pushing at her sensitive cunt flesh until he began to moan.
'Oh, God, so fuckin' tight! Oh, Cindy, it feels so good, so fuckin' good. I'm fucking you. Does it feel good for you? Does it?'
'Yes, Richard,' she lied. It wasn't a big lie. It did feel good some, but it hurt some too. His words were so thrilling to her, though. She was fucking. She was fucking this big, handsome boy with his big cock. That excited her more than what he was doing to her. 'Oh, Richard, cum! Cum inside me! Cum in my cunt! Do it!'
'I'm cumming! Feel it! Can you feel me shooting? Oh, Christ!!'
She couldn't feel anything except a little rawness and the force of his thrusts, but she heaved her pussy up as he slammed down into her and jerked and writhed in passion on top of her body. Then it was over, and he was panting for breath on top of her, his weight forcing the air out of her. She still felt that heavy fullness in her belly, an aching for something that was even worse than the ache in her torn twat. She pushed him off her to get some air.
But he didn't leave her then. He pulled his softened prong out of her cunt and slipped down on the seat. He was kissing her belly, then, oh Jesus! he was kissing her pussy! His tongue dipped into it and licked the sore flesh, then lapped up over her clit, and the sexy fullness that she felt was increased enormously. It was so good, so astonishing, so unexpected. She had never thought of such a thing. His mouth, his tongue down there in her cunt! His tongue was rough one second and smooth the next. Her legs jerked up on each side of his head and her hands went impulsively to his thick hair. She laced her fingers into it and gasped, 'Oh! Oh! Oh!' She could find no words.
He licked her cunt and clit harder and harder, wiping the flat of his tongue over it and then tracing the tip around her clit. She found herself sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. She was tearing at his hair and thrusting her cunt up at him. All the pain was gone now. Now it was just something that was building inside her, pressing at her flesh until she thought she was going to explode, something so terribly wonderful.
Then she couldn't breathe! Her body started jerking, toes curling, fingers clenching as she grunted, then wailed the loud, long call of a woman in rut, in orgasm, in heaven. It all went up like fireworks – all the pleasure had been building up inside her went BANG! And she shuddered back down onto the seat like a balloon losing its air with each gasping grunt of her breath.
She was in the bathtub, and the water was slopping out onto the floor as she thrust her cunt up at the memory of Richard's tongue in her twat. Her soapy fingers frigged her clit as she relived the first orgasm of her life. She sank back into the warm water.
She had cum, but it wasn't the same. Nothing is ever the same as the first time anyway, but even now she felt only hornier than before. She was hot.
Hot from the water, the memories, the sultry air of the summer night, the thoughts of the three men in the house with her. Three men with cocks much bigger and better than Richard's had ever been. And Sam's eyes were so soft and tender and soulful.
CHAPTER THREE
The air tingled on Cindy's skin as she got out of the bathtub and dried her feverish body on the towel. She panted in the heat of the close room, and tiny beads of sweat began to moisten her clean body as fast as she could dry it. She felt trapped and smothered, so she opened the window and felt the warm, moon-silvered air sweep over her naked flesh.
She slipped on her nightgown, barely able to stand the touch of the thin cloth on her skin. She gathered up her things and went back silently to her room. She sat on the edge of the musty bed and wished that she could let the warm night air into her room. She might waken Sam by opening the blind. She wondered if he were asleep. She listened for the sound of his breathing, but she could hear nothing over the night noises from the insects outside. She sighed in longing.
Richard had been a very skilled and experienced lover. He had taught her his body and the working of hers, too. She had come to know just how to touch him and where, the especially tender spots right under the tip of the head of his cock, the backs of his balls, how he loved for her to stroke her fingernails back there, to cup her lip around the crest of his cock. She learned the secrets of her own body started on her journey with his knowledge but soon surpassed him.
Then she found out what a shit he really was. All that time telling her how much he loved her. She never believed him, of course, but she found out that he had proudly displayed the towel with her blood on it to his fraternity brothers. What an utter turd! She cut him off that day without even telling him what he had done to deserve it. There were other boys later, none as skilled as Richard had been, but at least they were more concerned with having fun than with proving what cocksmen they were to their male friends.
She sat on the side of the bed, dissatisfied and irritable with the annoying memory. She listened again for Sam's breathing. Everyone was asleep, she thought, I can go out on the porch and get a breath of fresh air. She got up and switched the light off and silently glided out into the house in the darkness.
The moonlight on the porch was as bright as day. She listened to the sounds of the bugs buzzing and
