illustrated menu on the wall that I wondered if be was more interested in food or fucking. But I got him out the door, and we started for the obvious place, Albany's own lover's lane.
Actually, it's the cemetery behind the old Presbyterian Church. And it felt funny as hell to be invading the place with the purpose I had in mind, but I reasoned that the people buried there weren't in any condition to raise a ruckus about our activities. It's secluded, with hundreds of trees surrounding the graveyard on three sides, and no one can see it from the road or from the rather few houses in that part of the town, and it's kinda traditional for make out artists to head up to the cemetery to do their numbers. It was the only place we had, besides, and it would just have to do. And, best of all, let Jill try to top this one! She was gonna – damn it, she probably had already – gotten laid on the beach, but, what was the beach compared to an honest-to-God cemetery with tombstones and everything?
It was romantic because the night was so warm and moonlit. I suppose that if it had been raining and thundering, with flashes of lightning jagged across the sky and a lone dog howling somewhere in the background, I'd have been scared shitless, just like at a Frankenstein movie. But the moonbeams spread a blanket of soft light over the grass between a pair of old, established graves, and the ground was slightly kissed by evening dew when Rocky laid me out, himself beside me, and we started to roll and kiss and feel everything there was to feel.
'Hmmmmmm was all I could manage to say as I sucked on his tongue. He had my partially unbuttoned shirt fully undone by then, and his fingers were pinching the hell out of my eager nipples. I hummed and purred around his tongue and cuddled just a little closer. Close enough to feel the thick stabbing length of the hard-on in his pants. He was up good and big and savage, and I put my hand on his crotch to verify it once again. Oh, yeah! I thought. Jill couldn't have gotten anything better than I was on the verge of getting. When she came home from her vacation, let's just see who had the best stories to tell!'
'Oooh, don't stop now,' I gasped as Rocky undid the whole front of my shirt and spread it wide to bare my breasts. The moon went behind a cloud just as he undressed me, and I doubt if he really got a chance to see how attractive my nipples are. But that didn't stop him from getting a warm, loving mouthful of each. His teeth gnawed at my soft titties, and his tongue rolled in frantic circles around the nips, and I twisted myself this way and that, thrusting each boob into his mouth in turn.
He was quite obviously experienced in the ways to light a girl's fires. Of course, high school and junior high school jocks tend to get more than their fair share of pussy in the first place. What girl can resist a trim, well- made body and a sexy letter jacket? I hadn't been able to, apparently. And I didn't seem to mind as he showed my tits what suckling was all about.
'Yeah, right there – lick my nipple again, plea! Ooh, right on!' Me talking of course. I was lying there in my teen-aged glory, getting the hell sucked out of my tits, running my fingers through and through my shag-clipped hair so that even my scalp tingled in time with the rest of my body as his tit nursing really got to me where I lived.
Something excruciatingly warm and rigid brushed insistently on the flesh of my stockingless thigh, and I went 'MM?' in curiosity. With one hand I reached down to touch it, to identify it. Somehow Rocky had managed to unzip his pants and get his cock out while he was taking care of my breasts, and my fingers locked around the superb pole of his manhood. Locked and squeezed in delighted, improvised response. If the groping of my hand was any sure sign, it wasn't exactly as big as the one belonging to Jill's new found friend, Kerry, but it certainly felt big enough and hard enough for me, my first time out.
'Ooohh, you feel so good,' I gushed. 'Isn't this better than All the President's Men?' Treasonous words indeed, the way I felt about Robert Redford, not to mention Dustin Hoffman, but neither of those particular dudes was stretched out with me on the dewy grass in the old Presbyterian Cemetery that particular evening, so as far as I was concerned it was a hell of a lot better way to kill time.
'Sure is,' Rocky groaned, unclamping his mouth from my tit. 'Now it's your turn.' And with that he pulled himself up, even as he pulled my head downward, toward that big lance jutting out of his undone fly.
His cock bumped me on the forehead, in the eye, and on the mouth before I steadied it with my hand. 'Go ahead and suck it,' he invited, and he kept shaving it at my face. Well, I thought, Jill had done it, and she'd done it perfectly her first time at bat. I could do no worse than try.
'Let me have it,' I teased him, and while my lips were still parted, he let me have it all right, shoving that dick into my mouth so deeply I thought I'd gag and barf all over him. The tab of his fly scratched my chin when he made his thing twist and lurch in me, and I had to swallow hard, afraid I'd really overstepped myself.
For one thing, I was salivating too much, and I kept choking on the surplus of spit. And for another thing, he kept ramming it in and out, even before I had a chance to use my lips an him the way Jill had described in her letter. I went 'Nnnnnnhhhhh', which translated roughly, 'Slow down and give me a chance to find out what the fuck I'm doing!' But Rocky wasn't listening.
I was up on one elbow, bent into his crotch, and he had me by the head, guiding me as he used my mouth. That's all he was doing, too. I suppose I couldn't have been anything more than a wet fist, as far as his cock and libido were concerned. Oh, fuck! I thought. Get with it, Didi Sayers! So I got with it as best I could, sealing the looseness of my lips and getting my tongue into play sorta like the way he'd used his on my nips. But it was hard to do much tonguing, because his dick kept pulling mt and shoving back in again, hard and fast, and I had all I could handle just sucking while he fucked me in the mouth.
All of a sudden he said 'Nnnfff!', just like that, loud and grunty, and his dick swelled up and throbbed against my tongues and before I knew what was happening, my mouth was full of this warm, mushy, sticky stuff that seemed to roll around like mercury. Yuck! I thought. It tastes like snot! I knew I oughta swallow it, like a good girl, but the taste and the sensation were so new and disconcerting that I just couldn't. My lips weakened their hold an Rocky's peter, and his sperm oozed from my mouth, dribbling down across my chin. I felt warm drops of something tap me on the breasts, and I knew where his cum was dribbling to.
He went soft while he was still leaking, and his dick fell out of my mouth. The cum-sticky tip dragged across my chin, making my flesh sticky, and I felt more droplets of his goo falling onto my titties. Rocky let go of my head and he sat up on his haunches, hand shucking his cock with a desperate intensity. 'Just a minute,' he kept telling me. 'I'll get hard again in just a minute.'
Well! I was busy wiping his cum from my mouth and wishing that it had been as exciting and spiritual an experience for me as it had been for Jill. There was a little of his semen still in my mouth, and I swallowed it along with the residue of saliva that had built up, but, it didn't taste as good as I'd always thought it would. In books the heroines were always guzzling cream like it was fine wine, and they were complimenting the stud-heroes on how sweet and juicy their sperm tasted, but it reminded me of raw egg, and I had to swallow twice to make sure it went down and stayed down.
'Look at that,' said Rocky, taking his hand away and showing me how his peter had regained its stiffness. Golly gee, I thought sarcastically.
But he threw me down onto my back in the dewy grass, and he suckered onto my neck and breasts, chewing and smacking my flesh. Goddamn it, I remember thinking, I hope Mom and Daddy are reconciled to sucker bites, because I was gonna have a body full of hickies tomorrow morning. His hands were busy on my legs, stroking me, petting me, lifting the hem of my mini skirt and sticking his fingers inside the frilly-laced legbands of my panties.
I wasn't as ready as I could have been. Sucking bun off hadn't turned me on the way fingerdiddling, or even reading Jill's letter, could, and his fingertips brushed pussy lips that were pretty dry. But he was active, and energetic too, and as his fingertips began to make partial entrance to my slit, the little beads of wetness began to form on the petals of my puss. He pushed a little harder, and I got a little damper. It was a nice progression and I was beginning to enjoy it.
Until, all of a sudden, he jerked down my panties and moved his body atop mine. 'Mmmfffff!' I grunted, because he was heavy and because he was crushing the breath right out of me. By then my panties were down to my knees and he was wedging his legs between mine, getting me widespread, even though the elastic cut into my thighs and hurt just a little. Panties weren't made to stretch as widely as I was being stretched.
'Mmm, baby, here it comes,' he purred to my right titty, and suddenly he wasn't quite so heavy on me. His loins had risen from mine, and he was supporting himself with knees and one hand, and he'd brought the tip of his dick into my playground.
It rubbed my beaver, tickling the lips of my cunt, and I opened my eyes in surprise. I'd never felt a cock's blunt snout nuzzling my bare, moist pussy before, and it felt strange. 'Wait a minute,' I started to say, intending to
