tell him that I'd never let anyone fuck me before, that he should be a bit gentle if that was at all possible.
Apparently it wasn't. He shoved his cock at my slit, the same way he'd shoved it at my mouth, and he managed to part the tight lips enough to wedge his tip inside me. 'Ohhhhhh!' I yelped, for it hurt like all hell. The splaying effect of his preliminary insertion was so painful I wanted to beg him to stop, for I was somewhat past second thoughts, and onto thirds and fourths.
'Jesus, you're tight,' he said admiringly. 'I think you've got the tightest snatch I've ever fucked.' And with that he braced himself and thrust forward, driving his cock into me, all the damned fucking way into me.
I screamed like a banshee when he broke my cherry, and for a second I thought I was dying. But only for a second. He moved quickly past the wined signpost of my virginity, into the deeper reaches of my cunt where nothing had preceded him, and each plunging stroke spread me wider and wider for his pleasure.
It wasn't doing a hell of a lot for mine, not at first. I was virginally tight, past the little antechamber where my fingers had been fond of exploring, and Rocky's prick was a thick, hard tool that opened me like a crowbar. I twisted and writhed beneath him, trying to pull myself away from the plunges of his dang, but he had me pinned and all I could do was take it like a good girl.
'Oh, you bastard,' I groaned in a tight, hurt voice. 'You're killing me.'
'That's what they all say,' he chuckled, and he bit me on the neck like a Goddamned vampire. One more hickey for the cold light of day, I told myself, enduring. Jesus, was it always this uncomfortable? Or was I just lucking out?
But the pain faded as his cock kept on reaming out my tight twat, and almost before I knew it, the discomfort had changed into something else. His cock was and strong and athletic as O.J. Simpson. Sometimes he went deep, sometimes not so deep. I don't know if all that was planned, or if he were just fucking as his own passions dictated. But my protesting grunts were changing discernibly into purrs and come-ons of interested excitement.
'Oh, that's better,' I said. 'A little deeper, please, and more to the right – your right, not my right – oh, I think…'
And then he jerked his cock out of me and he rose to his knees above my outstretched, still writhing, still twisting body. 'Huh?' I asked, not quite understanding what was going on. My cunny had just gotten really adjusted to the feel of his rod inside it, and he was cutting me off?
The moon's shadow of clouds drifted away, and once more the light came down upon us where we lay in our somewhat sacrilegious pleasures. Rocky was above me, shucking furiously at his cock. I called his name, begged him to put it inside me once again so I could get off on the riding thrusts of his erection, but he apparently wasn't listening. He just groaned and grunted, and his head tossed in the moonlight.
Spurts of his ejaculation began to fall upon me. On my belly, on my fingers as I stroked hopelessly at the hungry lips of my pussy. His cum arced in the moonlight, aiming for my body, and it fell upon me in splattering bursts. Oh, shit! I thought, kissing goodbye to my last hopes for a night of unsullied ecstasy.
Something warm and cozy seeped through the silk of my shirt, touching my ribs underneath. God, I thought, he's ejaculated all over me! I swayed and moaned on the grass, my ass wet from the dew and from the seeping secretions of my cunt and from the cum he was dribbling onto me. And it could have been good for me, too, I regretted. Really good. I was on the verge of getting into it, but he'd gone too fast and left me way behind.
'Jeeeceesus!' he yipped, 'that was gooooooddddd!' His hand fell away from his cock. In the moon glow I could see that it wasn't fully limp yet. 'Wanta do it again?'
'Again?' I said bitterly. 'You finished so dammed fast I wasn't aware we'd started the first round yet.' By now I could feel more of his cum leaking through my shirt. Then were sticky globs on my skin, too. I had a sinking awareness that these clothes would forever be stained by Rocky's jism, that I'd never be able to Biz the cum tracks away. 'If you're done,' I told him, 'why don't I'm help me up? I think I'd rather go.'
CHAPTER FIVE
Rocky called me the next afternoon, but I told Mom to tell him I'd died. I had no intention of becoming just an orifice, a stuck-up jack could masturbate in. Besides, I was busy reading Jill's second letter. It had come in the morning mail. My initiation had been a shitty experience, pure and simple, and it pissed me to read what she had to tell me about her own:
Dearest Didi,
I suppose you're wondering what happened. It was terrible, cutting off the way I did, but I wanted so much to tell you about Kerry and me, and I just couldn't wait till all the votes had been counted. Sooooooo… We came together in the frothing, splashing high tides of the evening, Didi. His body drifted upon mine as though the sea had brought him to me, and I responded eagerly, intensely, locking him with my arms and legs. He rubbed his crotch upon mine, and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Thank God he'd been wise enough to have patience in the afternoon. He hadn't rushed me, he hadn't forced me, and the foretaste of the pleasures Kerry could give had made my whole afternoon a study in patience.
The sea bathed us, and I knew that nature itself was smiling upon our union. The incoming tide swished and played across our bodies as we kissed and petted in the surf, and sometime during that lovely interaction, my bikini bra was tossed onto the sands, far beyond the tide's reach. In a moment more, my panties had gone to join the bra, and I was naked in the tide. 'You're like Venus born of the sea,' Kerry whispered between gentle nibbles at my ear, and I thrilled to hear him say it so perfectly.
He cupped my breasts and squeezed them so deliciously I thought my heart would bunt for joy. 'Oh, Kerry,' I sighed, 'I know that I'm ready for you, ready, and willing, and oh, so eager – please love me now!' The sea flicked at my pussy with the gentleness of a seasoned lover, and my legs opened again and again to allow the tide that sweet pulsating caress.
Above us the moon was round and full, a yellow face glowing in the heavens. A face, indeed, that seemed to say, 'Go ahead, my children, your pleasure and delight is mine as well.' Don't laugh at me, Didi! I could almost hear the moon talking to me then.
'Are you sure you're ready for this, Jill?' Kerry hummed into my ear, his fingers plying my nipples and pussy with alternate strokes that seemed to explode lightning inside my body.
'Oh, God, Kerry,' I panted back at him, 'if I'm not ready now, I'll never be! Fuck me, love me, make me scream with my climax!'
He threw his own trunks onto the beach then, too, and I couldn't help noticing that they fell directly between my bra and panties on the sands. It appeared to be a very good, a very promising sign.
His cock was hard and, oh, Didi, it was so big and throbbing that it took my breath away to clasp it in my burning fist. I felt his need, knowing that it matched my own. The waves rushed across our bodies, pulling at us as they retreated, bathing us afresh when they swept in again, and my breasts rose and fell in time with the action of the tide.
'Open your legs km me, Jill,' he said, touching my tummy. What else could I do? I spread myself wide, and he moved his body into the gap I had created. As soon as he wash firmly entrenched, I closed my thighs around him in a grip that was intended to be permanent. There was no turning back for me then, Didi. I had to go through with it, come hell or high water.
We kissed and fondled for a long, long time. He made my body move in the water, and I had orgasm after orgasm just from the sensation of his body rubbing mine, of his prick caught in the viselike trap of my legs. Yes, I had him against my cunny, the hard barrel of him lying full length upon my slit, and he moved provocatively and sensuously. My pussy lips ached from the rubbing presence of his cock long, long before we were ready to take the ultimate step in sealing our love.
'Jill,' he told me, 'I can't believe how lucky I was to meet you. Did you know that I'd planned on going home to Boston tomorrow morning? I thought there was no use in staying here any longer. Now – God, how can I leave you behind? If you're going to be here a week, then I'll stay a week. If a month, I'll stay a month. If you've taken up residence, I'll register to vote in the local precinct. Whatever it takes, I'm going to stay here, to be close to you, to hold you in my arms like this, to feel your burning nipples in the hair of my chest. Kiss me again, darling!' And what else could I do but kiss him again? His mouth fastened onto mine, and we twisted and rolled in the night tide
