was nothing down there to scratch it for me? I thrust a hand into my gap frigged myself mercilessly, my other hand locked like a vise on B.E.'s hard cock. He had to pry myself loose, using both of his hands to undo my fingers and, as he moved, his cocktip brushed rue on the cheek. A little trickle of precoital fluid was leaking from him and it touched my face in a moistly sticky kiss.
I turned my eyes toward him and saw the ferociously red knob of his glans, the slitted opening glaring at me like a wet vertical smile. Once again I grabbed him by the dick, sucking him into my mouth for a minute of abandoned oral contact. B.E. clearly intended to screw me, but he relaxed and let me have my way briefly. His cock moved just enough to let me know that he was still in command of it, and I sucked as it glided across my tongue and toward the opening of my gullet. Then he put his palm on my forehead and gently extracted himself from my slobbering mouth. I let my windpipe fill with air once again and I watched as he hurried between my legs.
He pried my frigging hand from off my snatch, spread my knees wider, then guided his cock to the mouth of my sex. 'Yes,' I groaned, 'shave it in now! All the fucking way in! Don't waste time! Fuck me, oh, fuck me!'
He did precisely that. There was no question of me being too dry or too tight to receive him. B.E. had taken care of that. His sucking and licking had made sure I was awash with pussy juice, and his thumb's probing inside me had accustomed my cunt to the presence of a foreign object. He put his dick on the hole and I took care of all the rest.
As I felt the tip making penetration, I put my hands on my hipbones and shoved myself up at him. My feet kicked high into the air, then came down to enfold his body, and I felt his balls swishing against my ass. He was in me, all the way.
B.E. leaned forward then, beginning to fuck in and out, and I helped him along by tightening my legs around him. He took care not to lie fully upon my body, and his mouth descended upon mine as his fucking picked up speed. His lips were musky with cuntal honey, and I licked it from them with a wanton eagerness that astonished me. My girl cum had a delicious, exciting taste, and I savored it on my tongue as B.E. and I kissed.
But kissing wasn't all we were engaged in. His cock wasn't big, like I told you already, but my cunt was still very, very tight, thanks to my youth and lack of experience, so the sheath of me was a clinging glove on his rod, and he filled me as fully as I required to be filled. His strokes were sometimes deep, sometimes very shallow, and there was a noticeable difference of effect. When he rammed me deeply, so that his balls tickled me between the buttocks and all my internal organs seemed to jump into my upper chest. That was far-out, and I whined and wept and sucked on his tongue. But when he pulled nearly all his cock out of my snatch, then inserted it just far enough to cause a friction and quivering about two inches up my channel – ah, that was when my legs clamped his body the way my hand had been clamped on his dick, and I'll never understand why the frantic orgasmic clutching didn't break him in two. My legs flexed and tensed with the resilience and cling of steel struts. But he was lithe and wiry against me, his body moving with mine, and what he dished out to me I think I needed more than I'd ever needed anything else in my life.
He kept alternating his strokes, the pattern of thrust unpredictable so that I couldn't know until he'd plunged what sort of response I'd be making – a soft chittery 'Hmm hmmm' or a more involved set of purred 'Oooohhhhs' or, when he fucked me the way I was discovering I most enjoyed being fucked, a low-pitched, protected, very heartfelt 'Aaahhhhhhh!'
Jill was right. A boy was okay to do the dirty work, like breaking a cherry, but it took a man to teach me how to fuck. A man whose exciting technique made learning the kind of enriching experience you never seem to find in school. Oh, Jill and I would have notes to compare when she got back from her vacation! I'll bet that between us we already knew more about fucking than any five kids in Albany, and we could only get better. By fall, everybody in town would be after my ass and Jill's, but I had no intention of being easy to make. Only the best would satisfy me, and I'd accept only the very best.
We traded tongues, each of us fucking into the other's mouth, and sometimes our tongues even battled little friendly duels in the tight open space between our faces. We'd fence back and forth, licking, sloshing spit, and the winner would plunge home with the same furious impatience that B.E.'s cock displayed as my cunt opened wide to receive his driving thrusts.
I couldn't help thinking of my first time with Rocky in the cemetery that night. The whole deal had taken maybe five minutes, from the preliminary petting to the moment when he jerked his cock out of me and sprayed cum on my stomach and rolled-up skirt. B.E. had spent more time than that just licking my pussy, and the quivering fever pitch of my entire body was proof positive. Fucking didn't have to be a bunny-tempo encounter, though someone more patient than I would have to teach Rocky that essential lesson.
His mouth was so close that my teeth vibrated with his soft-spoken words, and I just giggled.
'Isn't that the story of my life?' he sighed, pushing a little deeper than he'd yet gone – so deeply it felt like the tip of his cock was fucking into my throat from underneath. I groaned in rich, whimpering alto, and my body danced beneath him. Was it good form to fall in love with the older man who opened your eyes to the glories of sex? I wondered what Jill's opinion would be; for the moment, she was a bit more experienced than I was. Oh, hell, love was the last thing I should be worrying about. I was still learning how to fuck a man, and I had a whole lifetime to find love.
He inhaled suddenly, his face rising from mine, and he rammed his loins against me. His cock seemed to rotate as, we pressed, as we ground tightly-locked, and the circling motions were very fast, as if he were desperate to perform them. The rapid tempo frictioned even more excitement into my cunt, and once more I felt the vivid onrush of feeling that told me I was romping into an orgasm. This time he was with me, inside me, and for the first time ever I felt the heaves of his groin as he humped twice, then exploded his jism into my snatch. Quick, plunging jabs that dove into my depths accompanied by the eager throb of his pecker-pulse. I moaned as my first real screw ended in utter, lovely perfection.
CRAPTER EIGHT
'I didn't know it could be like that,' I said. 'Fucking, I mean. I'd only done it once before, and it wasn't any good at all. But you made it right for me.'
We were still on the bed, sharing Canadian Club and a cigarette. I just puffed and sipped, very lightly because I don't really smoke or drink, but he was doing nearly as good a job on the whiskey as he'd done on me. 'Some women never get round to enjoying it,' he said, exhaling a smoke ring. 'I had a wife like that once. You're doing just fine.' He poured more whiskey into his glass and tossed most of it down.
I put my hand on his cock, feeling how small and gentle it was without the angry stiffness of erection. The wiry hairs around the base were thick and dark and ever so scrapy on my fingers. I circled the base of his prick with my fingers and began to squeeze delicately, wondering if he could get all red and hard for me again.
'Take it easy,' he said. 'I'm an old man. Besides, it's getting late. Do you, perchance, have a home to go to?'
Oh, I did! And it was a little after six. No matter. I'd call my mom, tell her I'd missed the bus, and that I was staying at the Y. 'If it's okay with you,' I added.
'It's fine with me,' he shrugged, 'but what will your mother say?'
'Oh, she'll believe me. I've never fled to her about anything important before. It should be good practice. But I can stay here, can't I? And you will fuck me again, won't you? As many times as we can make it? Oh, God, B.E., there are so many things I still don't know – I don't know how to suck a man off, for one thing, and – would you like to fuck me in the ass, maybe? I've never even thought about that, but I'm willing to by. Jill said it was dynamite. Oh, if she was here, I could kiss her! Everything she told me was true. Forget about boys, she said, and find yourself a man! Wow! I never thought…'
'Before you think,' he cut in, 'why not try an explanation of some of the cryptic references in what you just said. Jill, for example. Who is she, and how does she get into this picture?'
So I told, him, but it was kinda hard because he started laughing halfway through and kept it up nearly to the end of the story. When I'd finished, he lit another cigarette, poured himself two fingers of Canadian Club, and said, 'Christ! I've written that story three or four times but I never thought rd be living part of it.'
'Written? Are you a writer or something?'
