'Ohhhhh God!' she groaned, digging her fingers into Ralph's ass.
He thrust hard, his balls pressing against her body as he worked the head of his prick as deep as he could get it. Cammy pumped her ass up and down, rubbing her clit against him, feeling the blood-swollen tip gouging deep inside her fuck-hole.
'Uhh, ohhh, ahhhh!' she gasped, her belly heaving with passion. Her toes fanned apart against the leaves as she hunched and fucked. To have Ralph thrusting passionately between her spread thighs was incredibly exciting. With Janet it had been soft and sweet. With Ralph, she felt attacked. His cock was snagged in her pussy. He kissed her mouth.
'Ohhhh Ralph, you're fucking me!'
'Yeah. God, you're so tight!' He kissed her mouth again. 'I can't hold my cum much longer!'
'Oh don't come yet! I'm going crazy, it feels so good!'
Cammy rocked her hips from side to side and the movement made her pussy even tighter. Ralph groaned with pleasure and fucked his cock into her all the way. Cammy rocked her hips again, then tightened the muscles around her fuck-hole. She felt her pussy squeezing around the base of Ralph's prick. She felt him tremble. His tongue went deep into her mouth.
'Ohhhhh damn!' he gasped, pumping his ass furiously. Cammy fucked him back just as fast. She felt the tickling spasms around her clit and a deeper throbbing up inside her pussy where Ralph's bulging cock-tip rubbed.
'Not yet Ralph!' she cried. 'I'm so close!'
'Jesus, your cunt's tight!'
'Ohhhhh Ralph, keep fucking! Don't stop fucking me!'
'Uhhhhhh!' Ralph gasped. He grasped Cammy's ass and fucked her with quick, short jabs. His mouth was slack against her neck. 'Ohhhhh fuck!'
Cammy was overcome with the shivery, tickling feeling that she always felt when she was about to come. She could barely breathe. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest. But Ralph yelled first and his cock pulsed and filled the rubber with hot cum. She felt the stiffness of him jerking inside her. She felt his teeth sharp against her shoulder as he thrust hard again and again.
'Damn you, I was so close!' she cried.
'Sorry, Cammy,' Ralph mumbled, pulling his cock out of her.
'Don't take your cock out!' Cammy whimpered.
'I'm afraid somebody might drive by and see us.'
Cammy watched Ralph slip the rubber from his prick and sling it toward the lake. His cum made bright spirals in the sunlight as it spilled out. Cammy ran a finger down under her pubes and began to rub herself. But it wasn't the same. She'd lost that thrilling knife-edge of ecstasy that Ralph's cock had given her. He tossed her panties to her and pulled his jeans up.
'You better put those on so we can get back to school.'
Cammy was so pissed off that she didn't say a word to Ralph the whole way back. When he pulled into the parking lot in front of the high school and leaned over for a kiss, she turned away.
'What's wrong with you?' he growled. 'I was just gonna ask you when we could go do this again.'
'The next time,' Cammy said, 'why don't you go fuck yourself!' Then she jumped from the car, slammed the door behind her, and walked across campus to the gym. She was so hot from fooling around with Ralph that her panties were soaked. When her physical education class was over she lingered in the shower long enough to be alone, then finger-fucked herself with soapy touches. But the short, sharp relief she got left her feeling empty and unfulfilled.
On her way out of the locker room, she stopped at the pay phone in the gym lobby and dialed the number Ralph had given her. By the time she hung up, she felt better. Ralph's uncle would see her that evening to help her with her math. She could tell her dad she was getting help and he wouldn't hassle her for a while. But there was something on her mind besides tutoring. Cammy tried not to think of it, but it was there.
She imagined a tall, handsome college teacher with piercing blue eyes. She imagined asking him a question and then being pushed back onto a desk full of her schoolwork, imagined her dress being jerked up, her panties stripped away.
Cammy laughed at her own foolishness. 'Here I've just lost my virginity and already I'm thinking of doing it again!' She ran a hand down her belly and gingerly touched her cuntmound. She was sore where Ralph's cock had stretched her little fuck-hole and destroyed ha cherry forever.
'I swear to God I'm going to leave sex alone long enough to make some grades in algebra. I swear to God!'
CHAPTER FOUR
Blake Garrison wasn't quite as tall as her fantasy of him, but Camilla thought he was one of the best looking men she'd ever seen. If he wasn't a ten, he was a nine and three quarters. His light brown hair was a little wild at the edges, not at all like a teacher of mathematics should be, and his piercing blue eyes lingered on her longer than was quite polite.
'I'm glad Ralph gave you my number,' Blake said. 'I don't think it'll take us long to get you straightened out with your math.'
At that moment, Cammy was hoping it might take quite a bit longer than necessary. Then she remembered her resolve to stay untangled emotionally. Things had become confusing enough without letting something even more complicated start up. Blake was a married, settled down college teacher with responsibilities. He wasn't flirting with her, he was only being nice. Even when his hand lingered on her shoulder a moment as she sat down, Cammy thought he was just trying to make her feel at home.
'It's really nice of you to let me interrupt your evening like this,' Cammy told him.
'Oh, I wasn't going out anyway. My wife is eight months pregnant and she's tired a lot. She's gone to bed already, so I don't mind a little company.'
His blue eyes continued the thought and Cammy wondered if she were imagining more than Blake intended.
'You've got beautiful hair,' he told her after they'd worked through a particularly difficult equation.
'I never cut it,' Cammy told him, pulling her thick, blonde braid over the front of her shoulder.
'I'll bet it's even prettier when you let it all down.'
This sounded so much like a suggestion that Cammy's cheeks flushed. Her fingers trembled at the rubber band at the end of her braid.
'Would you like me to?'
'I'd love it.'
Camilla slipped the rubber band off and began to unravel her blonde braid. She took her time, because that seemed to be what Blake wanted. He watched her as if he were watching a ballet.
'May I touch it?'
Cammy gave a short nod. As Blake's fingers caressed her long, blonde locks, she felt the fluttery, hungry feeling start up deep in her tummy. Her panties were already damp and she could feel the delicate folds inside her cunt-lips starting to swell and bloom. She tried to think of something else. She turned to her books and found an especially complicated calculation. But the numbers danced on the page like tiny bodies trying to arrange themselves into erotic positions.
'Your wife must have pretty hair, too,' Cammy said.
'She doesn't fix herself up much anymore,' he said, letting a finger slide over the top of Cammy's ear.
'She's probably pretty tired.'
'Too tired for anything interesting.'
'After the baby is born…'
'After the baby is born, it won't be any better. Dorothy isn't all that interested in sex.' The word seemed to resonate in the room and Cammy had to try and mask her breathing. She could feel Blake Garrison's passion, feel
