grew more and more insistent for satisfaction. It spread out from her clit, the sensitive nubbin of cunt flesh was beaming its message to every part of her body and it was coming in loud and clear.
Lightening bolts of excitement lashed at her body and she ached to have his cock stroke her clit and make her come and come.
She stroked his prick up and down, thrilling as she felt the skin move. Then she couldn't stand it any longer, she had to have it.
'Don't make me wait,' she gasped as she lay down on the couch, pulling down her panties and spreading her legs as far apart as she could.
Roger didn't know what to do, but his instincts told him to get on top of her. Samantha took his cock and ran it up and down her slit.
Her skirt was bunched up and wrapped around her waist and he could feel her bristly cunt hairs as she worked his cock up and down.
There was light that filtered into the living room from the moon and street lights far below them and it gave the place an eerie look.
But none of that mattered to Samantha. She began to move, not knowing herself exactly what to do. She put the head of his cock between her cunt lips and hoped he'd have enough sense to push He did that, almost violently, excited himself and he only got so far before something stopped him. Samantha grimaced in pain and thrust her hips upward.
At the same time, Roger jabbed downward and when he broke her hymen, he came and there was a lot of blood.
It drenched their loins and he recoiled instantly, thinking he had hurt her. He pulled his shrinking cock out of her and went into the bathroom, repulsed at the sight of the blood.
Samantha lay in a state of mild shock from which she rapidly recovered. Then she got up and smoothed down her skirt, put her panties into her purse and left without saying another word.
And that was how Samantha lost her cherry
CHAPTER THREE
It was dreary and depressing but she knew a girl had to begin somewhere. As she walked through the streets, her heels clacking, her body still trembled.
She knew there had to be more to it than that and she was determined to find out if there was one form of happiness which wasn't going to elude her, that was it.
Naturally she never saw Roger again and it was a long time before she experimented with sex again.
Later on, when she was prodded by her body to have sex the results were equally as dismal. Her other boyfriends didn't have to contend with her maidenhead but that didn't improve their techniques.
They were all listless, lifeless and needless to say, Samantha never came. It was frustrating both physically and emotionally for her.
And now, returning home to live with her mother and take her proper place in San Francisco society; she wondered if she'd ever meet the man who could turn her on and make her come.
As the aircraft finally touched down at International Airport, Samantha moved back and forth in her seat, the vibrations of the plane stimulating her a little.
She knew exactly what she had to get from a man. It was like she had a check list already made up.
Sex was like a tiger. It was savage and had a veracious appetite that wouldn't be satisfied until she was limp from multiple orgasms.
Therefore a man had to be able to perform like that. But where was she going to find such a man within the narrow confines of her social circle?
Oh, she knew that a lot of the men were probably married to cold and or frigid wives and would love to get their hands on a sweet piece like herself.
But that didn't mean that their performance would be any good. So what was she going to do? Prowl the streets? Hardly.
When the aircraft finally braked to a halt and the engines were winding down the people stood up and began to collect their things from the overhead luggage racks.
Samantha looked around and stole a look at the man who said she needed some cock therapy. Maybe he was the tiger she was looking for.
But no, he wasn't He had that married, henpecked look about him, all talk and no performance. With a disdainful toss of her head Samantha walked by him and exited the aircraft.
Samantha's mother wasn't waiting for her. Her eyes searched the crowd of people that thronged through the main terminal.
Has she forgotten? Was she late. Samantha leaned down and picked up her bag, balancing it with the shoulder bag she was carrying and as she walked through the terminal she felt more than one pair of male eyes look at her ass as it moved beneath her skirt.
She was wearing a bra, her mother would have kittens if she wasn't and there wasn't any sense in starting of her homecoming with a domestic row.
Nevertheless, her breasts jiggled just enough to attract the kind of attention that made her feel pretty and desirable.
She made her way to the main entrance. Still no Mommy. She'd just about made up her mind to take a taxi when she saw the familiar looking Rolls Royce idling by the curb.
Airport cops were making sure that other cars didn't linger too long, traffic was kept moving but the Rolls just sat there like a rock.
A uniformed chauffer leaned against the right front fender but when he saw Samantha looking at him he stiffened and came towards her.
'Miss Harding?'
'Yes.'
'I'm Cordova. Your mother sent me.'
He opened the rear door for her, not being able to escape noting one of her legs as the skirt rode up as Samantha got into the back seat.
Then he opened the trunk and put her luggage in before getting behind the wheel. He was dark and his uniform was tight and his body looked hard and he was definitely young.
'Did you have a nice flight?' he asked politely as he steered the car out into traffic.
'It was okay.'
An easy smile lit up his face, his teeth flashing. Their eyes met in the rear vision mirror and for a minute Samantha wasn't sure what had hit her.
Then she knew. It was the way he took complete control of the large car, the way he moved, the way his eyes looked at her.
It was everything and Samantha felt her breathing get a little faster. She nervously lighted a cigarette.
'Do you have any tiger in you Cordova?' she asked.
'What?'
'Nothing.'
CHAPTER FOUR
Cordova handled the car with self-confidence and strength and he didn't hesitate to take chances. Several times when he darted in and out of traffic, Samantha felt herself tighten in alarm.
'Don't worry Miss Harding, I know San Francisco like the back of my hand. I was born here.'
He gave her a broad smile as she looked at his reflection in the mirror. He addressed the daughter of his
