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The Bad Girl (mf-teens, 1st time)
By Day Dreamer - 1991
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There are several events in life that a man never forgets--
his first kiss, his first look at a fully nude girl, his
first touch between a girl's legs, and his first time to get
laid. It's easy for me to remember those happy occasions--
they all happened at the same time. That event occurred over
forty years ago, but it is etched permanently into my
memory. No matter how sweet and pleasurable my later
experiences have been, that first one--the time when
innocence was lost--still stands out. The following is the
story of that time.
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Rose and I were both fifteen and in the ninth grade. She was
new in school, having recently moved to town, and was very
pretty. Unlike many of the other junior high school girls,
she had started her physical development early and was well
on her way to acquiring all the endowments of a woman's
body. She had the largest breasts of any of the girls in our
class and her hips were well rounded, filling out even the
loosely-fitting full skirts that were then fashionable. To
top it off, she seemed proud of her development and flaunted
it. She had an exaggerated swing to her hips and often
"accidently" brushed her breasts against a boy's arm. She
was also a natural-born flirt, and when she saw I was
attracted to her, she reciprocated my attentions. In hardly
any time, we were head-over- heels "in love" with each
other.
Forty years ago, boys and girls didn't do much real dating
in the ninth grade. They would hold hands walking home from
school, go as part of a group to parties, and maybe on
special occasions, go to a movie as a separate couple.
Movies were highlight events because it was possible to do a
little necking in the dark, with the boy putting his arm
around the girl's shoulder and her leaning her head against
him. If the girl were really daring, she might even allow
the boy one or two kisses during the movie. Except for a
good night kiss when a boy took the girl home, that was
about the limit of physical contact allowed by the well
understood code of teenage conduct that existed then. If a
girl went beyond that, she was, according to generally
accepted parental definition, a "bad girl."
Had her parents or mine known about her behavior, they would
have certainly marked Rose down in their books as a "bad
girl." The first time we were at a party together, she
danced so close that she pressed her groin against the
erection I invariably got when close to a girl. She didn't
give any indication that she knew what it was, so I believed
she just thought that I had something in my pocket that was
six inches long and hard.
Several weeks later, we went to our first movie together,
just the two of us alone, without parents or any of our
crowd around. I was thrilled about our date, happy for the
chance to maybe do a little cuddling and lots of sweaty
hand-holding. As soon as I put my arm around her, she moved
over close and put her head on my shoulder. My hand, usually
restricted to just rubbing or massaging a shoulder, draped
over her shoulder and down her front, leaving my fingers
just above the top of her low-cut sun dress. I could tell
from the cushiony feel that my hand was on the exposed upper
swell of her breast. Realizing that I was getting a feel of
at least a little bit of a girl's breast filled my blood
with fire. My prick hardened and extended down the leg of my
trousers in full erection.
My other hand was in Rose's lap, tightly gripping hers. She
loosened my grip just a little and then used her finger tips
to lightly scratch my palm. I was both startled and stunned
by the action. I knew from talk with other boys that if a
girl scratched a boy in the palm it meant that she wanted
him to fuck her. Even in my wildest imaginings, I couldn't
picture Rose, or any other girl for that matter, wanting me
to fuck her. Only "bad girls" did that, and even though Rose
had done some things that were pretty forward, I believed
they just showed that she was a flirt, not a "bad girl."
Because of that, I decided that Rose was too innocent to
realize the significance of what she had done, that it was
just friendly teasing on her part.
Rose put her other hand up to the one across her shoulder
and held that hand also. With almost imperceptible movements
she managed to maneuver my hand down to where it was right
on top of her breast. She disengaged her fingers from mine
and then put her hand on top of mine, pushing it down into
the firm globe of her breast. Pressing her fingers together,
she forced my hand to squeeze her mound. She kept squeezing
and relaxing her hand and my hand kept right on massaging
her firm hillock. She then took my hand and moved it back up
on her front, to where my fingers were just above the
opening to her dress. Then she pulled my wrist down, moving
my hand under her dress and right on top of her bra. By then
I needed no more demonstration or coaching--I used my own
initiative and rubbed and massaged her firm little melon.
Becoming bolder, I pushed a couple of fingers under her bra
and rubbed them across her nipple, causing it to become
stiff and hard. I was in heaven, utterly entranced by being
able to have my hand on her in such an intimate way, and
throughout the rest of the movie I just enjoyed the contact
of my fingers and hand on Rose's full breast. Not wanting to
take a chance on losing the advantage already gained, I
didn't even try to kiss her. I was thankful that our hand-
holding was in her lap, not mine, because it would have
taken only a light touch on my throbbing prick to cause it
to go off and make a mess in my pants.
After the movie, my parents picked us up and took us to
Rose's house. I was thankful that my hard-on had gone down.
It would have been embarrassing if it hadn't. Although I
wanted to very badly, with my parents watching, I couldn't
give her a good night kiss. Instead, I shook her hand. She
gave me a bold smile when I did, and while saying, "Good
night, Joey, I enjoyed the movie. I hope you ask me again,"
she scratched my palm just like she had done in the movie. I
went back and got into the car, almost in a daze. I knew
that her scratching my palm this time wasn't an accident.
The look in her eyes told me different. Mom said, "Rose
seems like a nice, sweet girl. I'm glad the two of you are
friends." I was glad Mom had not seen us in the movie,
because I wanted her to continue to think well of Rose. I
wanted us to be able to continue going together. Not only
"go together," but maybe do other things together--things
that "bad girls" did with boys.
The next Monday I walked Rose home after school. We held
hands and talked kid talk all the way. As we approached her
house, she looked at the area across the street, an
undeveloped, heavily wooded area, and asked me what was out
in those woods. I told her that it was a large vacant piece
of land with a creek running down its middle. I also told
her that the creek had a real nice swimming hole where I
often went swimming during the summer. She got an interested
expression on her face and said, "Oh, I love swimming. Will
you take me to the swimming hole sometimes and show it to
me?"
The thought of getting her off in the woods alone excited
me, and I said, "Sure. You want to go now?"
"I'd love to, but my Mom's expecting me home, so I'd better
not. How about tomorrow, on the way home from school? Mom
and Dad aren't going to be home until late and my brothers
are out of town for a couple of days, so it would be a
perfect time."
"Yeah, we'll plan on it for tomorrow," I said, excitement
running through me.
Just before we got to her house, Rose asked, "Joey, what do
you wear when you go swimming at the swimming hole?"
I couldn't help but blush and stammer when I answered,
"Well, uh, since it's just me, I, uh, well, I don't wear
anything."
Rose smiled real big and gave me the same sort of look she
had given me at her door just two days before. "Ooooh,
skinny- dipping," she said. "That sounds like a lot of fun."
After Rose went into her house, I was so excited that I
almost skipped all the way home. Just the thought of being
alone with her down by the creek was exciting enough by
itself, but the prospect of my maybe being able to kiss her
and even feel her up like I had done in the movie caused me
to feel hot all over. "Hot damn," I thought, "I'm going to
take a girl to the bushes. For the very first time in my
life I'm really going to take a girl out to the bushes."
The next day in school seemed like an eternity. I couldn't
concentrate on school work in class and one time got
embarras- sed by a teacher asking a question that my day
dreaming kept me from hearing. I had several classes with
Rose that day and in both of them we could hardly keep our
eyes off each other. During the second class, she gave me
the same sort of look she had given me when she scratched my
palm, and I got a hard-on right in class. Rose saw it
because she looked right down at my crotch and smiled, her
eyes sparkling with interest.
The day finally ended and Rose and I met outside school. She
had not only her books but a small satchel. When I asked her
what was in the satchel, she said it was her gym outfit that
she was taking home to wash. I took her books and carried
them and she carried the satchel. Joining hands, we walked
the mile and a half to her house. As we got within several
blocks of her home, she said, "Joey, don't forget that you
promised to show me the creek and the swimming hole."
I grinned and said, "I haven't forgotten. The path into the
woods is just a little ways further." Crossing over to the
other side of the street, I found the path and we walked
into the woods. After about a quarter mile, we came to the
creek and followed it for about another quarter mile until
we came to the place that I used for swimming. It was a wide
place in the stream that had limestone banks and a gravel
bottom. The water was crystal clear and about three feet
deep. One creek bank had a large oak tree with a natural
lawn of short green grass under it. It was really a
beautiful spot for swimming, picnicking, and, I was daring
to hope, other activities.
When Rose saw the place, she said, "Oh, Joey, this is really
nice. Just think, this was just a little ways from my house
and I didn't know about it." We walked down to the creek and
looked at the water. It was a warm May day, plenty warm
enough for swimming, and if I had been alone, I would have
been tempted to take a dip in the stream.
Rose asked, "Is this where you go swimming?"
"Yeah, right here," I answered. "With limestone banks, the
water doesn't get muddy and it's perfect for swimming."
Rose gave my hand a squeeze and said, "I want to go
swimming. Joey, let's go swimming right now."
I was completely dumbfounded. In my wildest imaginations I
hadn't even thought about our going swimming. Then I
realized why she had her gym bag--she had been planning to
swim all along and had brought her bathing suit in her bag.
But I didn't have a suit and would just have to watch her
swim instead of our doing it together. I finally managed to
stammer, "But I don't have a suit."
Rose grinned, that twinkle back in her eyes, and said,
"Neither do I. From what you tell me, bathing suits aren't
needed here. We'll just go skinny-dipping like you said you
do." She dropped her satchel and rubbing her hand across my
chest, she whispered, "I won't tell if you won't."
I was practically inarticulate with excitement. I had
thought I might sneak a feel and get a few kisses while we
were here at the creek, but now she was telling me that she
wanted to go skinny-dipping--to take all her clothes off and
get naked right in front of me. I had never seen a naked
girl, and I felt hot and trembly all over at the thought
that I was finally going to get the chance.
"I won't tell a soul," I finally managed to respond.
She smiled, her dimples showing prettily, and said, "Oh,
goody! I just love skinny-dipping." She picked up her
satchel and pulled two towels from it. "Look, I brought us
towels to dry off. Then we can lay on them and sun tan a
while." She reached for the top button of her blouse and
undid it. "Last one in is a stinky skunk," she said,
continuing with her buttons.
My hands were trembling so hard that I had difficulty with
my buttons. Finally, though, I got my shirt off and sat down
and took off my shoes. Standing up, I started to undo my
trousers. When I did, my hands went into slow motion, just
fumbling with the buttons of my fly. Rose was standing there
in front of me in just her bra and panties and she was the
most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Seeing her like that
made me so excited that I could hardly breathe. She reached
behind her and unhooked her bra and then shrugged it off
into her hands, baring her breasts completely. She put her
hands under them and cupped them, raising them in
presentation to me. "Do you like?" she said.
"Yeah!" I managed to say in a strangled voice.
"Then you'll probably like this even more," she said,
putting her hands on the top of her panties and pushing them
down over her hips. As she pushed them down, her pubic hair
came into sight and then the vee of her crotch, its little
crease showing through the blonde hairs covering it. After
she stepped out of her panties and put them on her towel,
she moved a hand down to the top of her pubic hair and said,
"How about this? You like this, too?"
"Yes!" I said, my voice strained with lust.
She looked down to where my prick was swelling out the front
of my trousers and said, "Yeah, I can see you do." She
stepped toward me and took hold of the top of my pants and
started undoing the buttons. "Come on, slowpoke. I'm naked
and you have to get that way, too." After she had the
waistband loosened, she pushed my trousers down around my
feet. "Now for your shorts," she said, and pushed them down
on top of my trousers. My prick stuck out in front of me,
more rigid and hard than any other time I could remember.
"Ummnn, nice," she said, looking right at my throbbing
prick. "When I felt you when we dancing, I just knew you
would be nice and big." She turned toward the water and
said, "Come on, Joey. Let's swim for a little while."
With her back turned to me that way, I had an unobstructed
view of her ass. Even though Rose's ass was the very first
one I ever saw, to this day it still rates a ten on my
scale. It was firm and tight and soft and squirmy all at the
same time. Seeing Rose's young teenage ass like that turned
me into an ass man forever.
I quickly got my feet out of my trousers and joined Rose in
the water. She splashed water on me and I made a grab for
her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her in close, so
close that her nipples brushed across my chest and my prick
bumped up against her stomach. She wrapped her arms around
my neck and we simply stood there, looking at each other
silently. Her lips were so pretty and inviting that I had to
taste them, had to get my first real kiss from a girl. As I
moved my face down to hers, she turned hers up to mine, both
of us seeking the same goal. As our mouths came together,
she opened hers and darted her tongue between my lips. When
she probed her tongue in deeper and made contact with mine,
it was almost like an electric shock that caused my prick to
jerk against her. Holding me tight around the neck, she
lifted herself up and put her legs around my waist, riding
me like a horse. As she moved up, I felt my prick move into
the cleft of her ass and rub the smooth skin of that furrow.
The kiss, the feel of her breasts crushed against my chest,
and the sensation of my prick touching her bare flesh was
overpowering my senses. I had been plain horny before, but
now I was inflamed with lust, inflamed to touch, caress,
fondle, and do everything to the woman-child I had in my
arms.
Rose pulled her mouth from mine and said, "Why don't we go
sunbathe now." Without waiting for a response, she took my
hand and led us up to where we had our towels spread out.
She stretched out, facing up to me, and patted the towel
next to her. That was more than enough invitation, and I
laid down next to her. When I did, she turned to me and
pressed her mouth against mine, renewing the kiss we had
begun in the water.
I ached to touch that body so close to me, to touch her in
the places that were now naked before me. I hardly knew
where to start, so I decided to start a the top and move
down. I moved a hand up and put it on her breast, rubbing
and massaging it very gently. She must have liked it,
because she swirled her tongue around in my mouth and
murmured, "Ooooh, yes."
Thus far I had been able to look at Rose's nude body only
when she was moving and I hungered to see her lying still as
she was, to just examine her in detail and note every
feature of her revealed femininity. Keeping my hand on her
breast, I broke our kiss and sat up next to her and silently
feasted my eyes on the glory of her nudity. Seeing my first
naked girl was exciting in and of itself, but being able to
do so with a girl as pretty as Rose made it so much better.
I saw how her calves went into her knees and then flared out
into full thighs that rounded out and then dipped into the
small circumference of her waist. Her breasts were full and
they were topped with round circles of slightly darker skin.
In the center of each circle, her little nipples rose, stiff
and erect.
I had looked forward to the day I might have a girl's breast
in my mouth, and I was at last having a chance to satisfy
that desire. Almost in slow motion, I lowered my mouth to
her nipple and suckled on it. I rubbed my tongue over it and
nibbled on it with my lips. Then, spreading my mouth as wide
as it would go, I took in all the top of the soft white
flesh and laved it with my tongue, running it in circles
around and around the hard little nipple. Rose put her hand
on my head and arched her back up to me, pressing even more
of her soft mound into my mouth. "Yes, like that...just like
that," she whispered.
While I was giving her breasts my oral attention, I moved a
hand down to her thigh and stroked up and down its front,
moving from her knee to where my hand brushed against her
tuft of pubic hair. As I did so, I felt her move, spreading
her legs apart and giving me room to move my hand between
her thighs. It was an open invitation to explore that area,
and I accepted it immediately, moving my hand down and
tracing my finger tips over the soft skin of her inner
thigh. I felt little goose bumps come on her and she
quivered from the light caresses. When I reached her knee, I
reversed my motion, moving my fingers upward toward the vee
of her legs. She shifted around again and opened herself up
even more, making the area between her legs completely
accessible to my seeking hand.
I continued to move my fingers up until they came to the
soft down of her pubic hair. I knew that my fingers would
soon find their goal, the cleft I had seen nestled in among
the curly tresses. Extending my fingers, I probed into the
swatch of her hair, feeling for the furrow of her pussy. My
hand trembled in nervousness and excitement and my breath
was held in anticipation of finally realizing my dream of
having my hand between a girl's legs and delving into the
feminine charms hidden away there. I let my breath out
slowly as my finger reached its goal and entered between the
lips of her vagina.
Warmth and wet slipperiness met my finger as it moved into
the channel between her labial lips. She gasped into my
mouth at the contact and hunched her hips up toward my hand.
I was breathing fast and she was doing the same, undulating
her hips against me and moving them in little gyrations. I
realized that my desire to touch a girl was well founded--it
was one of the most exciting things I had ever done in my
life. The only thing I wanted beyond that was to replace my
finger with my prick, to feel the pleasure of her warmth and
wetness on my prick instead of my finger.
As I ran my fingers up and down her slippery channel, I came
to a little bump, right at the top of the crease. She
murmured, "Ummnnnn, yes, right there," as I stroked it, and
I knew I had found what the sex manuals described as a
girl's most erogenous spot--her clitoris. I stroked it with
my fingers, tracing little circles on the little bump, and
she thrust her hips up to my hand, pushing herself into
closer contact.
Feeling was not enough--I wanted to see my hand inside her
slit, see my finger as it probed between the lips and into
the folds of her pussy. Not taking my hand from her pussy, I
sat up and moved to where I could look down and see my hand
as it explored the area between her legs. From that vantage
point, I could see the full length of open furrow and all
the moist flesh inside. As my finger moved over her little
bump, I could see it, looking like a little marble right
between the lips of the top portion of her slit.
I knew, though, that somewhere within those folds, down
between those lips, was the entrance to her tunnel of
delight, the hole leading into her pussy. I pushed my finger
down into the crease, moving down into the area deep between
her thighs, seeking that entrance. I wanted to put my finger
into it--to finger-fuck her, as boys called it. Even if
nothing more came from this experience, I would at least
have gotten my finger inside a girl's pussy.
Finally, down near the bottom of her furrow, my finger found
an indentation. I pushed into it and my finger went inside
what felt like a warm, tight tube. It pressed on my finger
on all sides and clasped it like it was inside a fist. I
pushed in even more and soon had my finger buried to the
knuckle. I pulled it out and then pushed it back in. Rose
murmured,
"Oooh, Joey, that's so nice."
Rose put her hand on my thigh, just below my prick, and
rubbed me softly. In an almost plaintive voice, she said,
"Joey, I want you to do something real special for me. Will
you do it for me?"
Though she didn't know it, I would have jumped off the
Empire State Building for a chance to continue what we were
doing. I was hoping the special something she was going to
ask me to do was to fuck her. After all, she had scratched
my palm and that was what it was supposed to mean. She had
for all practical purposes told me that she wanted me to
fuck her, and I was hoping that right now was that time.
"What do you want me to do?" I answered, my heart in my
throat from excitement.
"I want you to kiss me--kiss me right there where you have
your hand, right between my legs. I want you to use your
tongue and lick me all between my legs. If you do that for
me, I'll do the same thing for you." She wrapped her hand
around my prick and continued, "I'll put this in my mouth
and suck on it 'til you come in my mouth."
"Hot damn!" I thought, "she's going to give me a blow job.
I'm finally going to get a blow job." In my mind, getting a
blow job ranked right up there with fucking a girl. I had
heard boys talk about "eating a girl's pussy," but had
figured it was just something straight out of their
imaginations. Now I was finding that there might really be
something to it. At any rate, I figured that kissing Rose's
pussy would be a small price to pay for her giving me my
first blow job. "I've never done that before," I said, "but
if you want me to, I'll be glad to do it. You may have to
tell me what to do, though, if I'm not doing it right."
Rose smiled and said, "I imagine you'll do it just right.
All you have to do is give me lots of tongue."
Eager to get a blow job, I didn't want to waste any more
time on talk and put my mouth down to Rose's pussy. Sticking
out my tongue, I stroked it between her lips, tentatively at
first and then with more force. I was surprised to find that
she didn't taste bad. Boys had talked and joked about how a
girl's pussy smelled "fishy," but Rose's didn't, and it sure
didn't taste that way. In fact, I liked the way she tasted--
fresh, with just a hint of musky perfume. Even more
surprising was to find out how pleasurable it was to me to
lick up and down her channel and stroke her labial lips with
my lips and tongue. It was almost like the way we had French
kissed--wet, warm, and very exciting. My prick throbbed and
pulsated from the excitement that licking Rose's pussy
produced.
As my tongue stroked across her little bump, Rose murmured,
"Yes, right there. Keeping licking me right there, on that
spot." She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my
neck, almost smothering me in her wetness. She thrust her
hips up and down and cooed, "Oh, yes...right there...lick
me... easy...softly...." I kept my tongue going on her
little bump and soon she was turning her hips in circles and
making soft little mewling sounds. I felt her stomach
muscles tighten up under my chest and little shudders run up
and down her thighs where they clasped me about the ears.
Suddenly, she stiffened all over and moaned,
"Yeesssssss...oh, yesssssss."
After a few seconds, the muscles in her thighs relaxed and
she unwrapped her legs from my neck and let them stretch
out. I lifted my head and turning toward her asked, "Did you
come?"
She looked up at me with half-closed eyes and with breath
still ragged from excitement whispered, "Yes...I came...came
hard. You did it just right...just the way I needed it. Give
me a minute to catch my breath and then I'll do the same
thing to you."
I lay down beside Rose and she turned toward me. "I just
knew you'd do it to me good." She smiled and said, "Oh, boy,
was it good." She reached a hand down to my stomach and
rubbed me there, moving her hand down closer to my stiff
staff with each motion. I caught my breath as her hand made
contact with my prick, and moaned as she wrapped her fingers
around it and stroked it up and down.
"Oh, Rose!" I muttered, jerking my hips up and down in
reaction to her touch. Her touch coupled with the excitement
of seeing my first nude girl, of finger-fucking her, and
licking her pussy had me so aroused that I was just seconds
away from shooting my teenage sperm into the air.
Rose sat up besides me, and looking down at my prick in her
hand, said, "Poor baby--so hard, so excited. Just lay back
and let little Rosie take care of you." Rose lowered her
head and sticking her tongue way out, licked it across the
wet, swollen head of my shaft. The sensation of her wet
tongue stroking across the sensitive head of my prick was so
sensuous, so pleasurable, that I jerked my hips and gasped
at the contact. Lowered her mouth even further, she licked
across my balls, just lightly touching the soft, wrinkled
bag with the tip of her tongue. My prick jerked in her hand,
sending out a little dribble of pre-come, and all I could do
was moan in pleasure. From the way she knew just where to
touch me to bring the utmost in pleasure, I knew that she
was no novice. Somewhere along the way she had learned how
to make a boy writhe in ecstasy, how to use her mouth to
build him up to the very peak of rapture.
Rosie lifted her head up and smiled at me. "Like that?" she
said. All I could do was moan in response and thrust my hips
up toward her. "I thought you would," he said, grinning.
Then, without any other words, she lowered her head and took
my shaft inside her mouth, taking more than half of it into
its wetness and warmth. She swirled her tongue over and
around the knob of my shaft, sending wave after wave of
unbelievable pleasure through me. At the same time, she put
her hand on the base of my shaft and started jacking me up
and down, moving my prick in and out of her mouth in long
strokes.
When Rose put her tongue on the underside of my shaft and
caressed my glans with little, fluttery strokes, it was too
much for me--I just started jerking and spewing come in huge
spurts, squirting shot after shot into her mouth. She
clamped her lips around my prick and started gulping, trying
to swallow the flow of come spurting out of me like a
geyser. She almost succeeded in getting it all, only a few
dribbles escaped her lips and ran down my shaft onto her
hand. I had my hips lifted completely off the towel,
thrusting my phallus up to her pleasure-giving mouth, trying
to give her every drop of my come. When my senses returned,
I realized that the soft, moaning sound I heard was coming
from me.
I gradually relaxed, my tensed muscles softening as the
after- glow of my orgasm came over me. When I lowered my
hips back down to the towel, Rose released my prick from her
mouth and licked the dribbles of come that were on them.
Even though I had shot come for what seemed like minutes and
jerked and writhed in ecstasy, my prick was still hard,
still standing up straight out from my body. "Oh, God,
Rose..." I whispered.
Rose wiped the come that was on her hand on my stomach and
rubbed it all over, a slick caress that brought me
continuing pleasure. "Your first blow job?" she asked. All I
could do was nod my head in affirmation. She smiled softly
and said, "I'm glad I was the one to give it to you. I'm
glad you liked it so much."
"It wasn't your first time, though, was it?" I asked.
Rose shook her head and said, "No, it wasn't my first time."
"When was your first time?" I asked, curious about how she
had gotten so skilled in giving pleasure.
"Two years ago, with my brother."
"Which one?" I asked, knowing she had two brothers.
"Both of them." She got an angry expression on her face and
continued, "But now they don't have anything to do with me.
They are both going with hot-to-trot older girls who fuck
their brains out and now they don't care anything about
taking care of me." She reached out and took hold of my
still-hard prick and said, "But you'll take care of me,
won't you, Joey? You'll give me what I need, won't you?"
My imagination went into overdrive as I considered what it
was she might be needing, and I could only say, "I'll give
you anything I can, Rosie."
She grinned, and said, "Good. Right now what I need is to be
fucked." She squeezed my shaft and said, "This looks like it
can do what I want--fuck me long and hard." She reached into
her satchel and pulled out a little, foil-wrapped package. I
knew without even reading the words printed on it that was a
condom. "Here, put this on," she said, handing it to me.
So far as I knew, the only place where a teenager could buy
condoms was in the dispensers in service station rest rooms.
"Where did you get this?" I asked, taking it from her.
She gave me that wide grin again and said, "I swiped it from
my brother's supply. He won't miss one. From now on, though,
you'll need to furnish your own. If too many of his rubbers
show up missing, he'll know I took them."
With shaking hands, I managed to unwrap the condom and roll
in down on my prick. Rose reached out and wrapped her hand
around it and jacked it up and down. "Come on, Joey. Let's
do it right now. I need it so bad that I can't wait."
Rosie laid down on her back with knees drawn up and far
apart. In that position, her whole pussy was open and
exposed, thrust up awaiting me. Getting on my knees, I moved
up between her legs with my prick pointed right at her
gaping pussy. She said, "Put some spit on it so that it'll
go in easier. Put lots of spit on it and make it nice and
slippery."
I spit on my fingers and spread saliva over the length of my
rubber-clad shaft. Repeating the action several times, I
soon had my prick practically dripping with moisture.
"That's good," Rose said, "now come stick it in me. Stick it
in deep, all the way to the bottom of my snatch."
I had never heard a girl talk like that before--she was
using words that boys used out in the back of school. The
words didn't particularly shock me, but hearing them come
from her raised my lust up to an even higher notch and made
me that much more eager to plunge my shaft into the wet gash
just in front of it. Responding to that desire, I thrust
forward, burying the head of my prick in Rose's hot furrow.
She reached down and took hold of my shaft, and after
rubbing it up and down her furrow, positioned it in just the
right spot. Holding my prick steady, she hunched her hips up
and I felt it enter a little ways inside her. Eager to get
my shaft all the way into her hot tunnel, I thrust my hips
forward, seeking to push myself further into her. In perfect
timing, Rose met my thrust with one of her own. As a result
of our actions, I felt my prick slide into her depths,
pushing all the way in until my prick was buried completely
inside her. Squirming her hips in pleasure, Rose sighed,
"Ooooohhh, yesssss, nice and big."
"Nice" could hardly describe it. It was far more than that--
it pleasure, joy, and rapture all in one. Her mouth had felt
good on my prick, but it didn't compare with the feeling of
having my entire prick immersed in heat and wetness. From
its head all the way to its base, Rose's hot flesh pressed
in on the sensitive flesh of my prick, and it was a
sensation far beyond any I had ever had before. I just
stayed in the position, motionless, and savored the
marvelous sensation that the union of my prick and Rose's
pussy produced. Finally, I muttered, "Oh, God, Rose, this is
so good."
Rose put her hands up to her breasts and massaged them,
tweaking the nipples between her fingers. Hunching her hips
up to me, she said, "Yeah, really good. But it would be
better if you moved that big old prick of yours in and out
of my little pussy."
It was obvious that Rose was a person who knew what she
wanted, and right now what she wanted was for me quit
fooling around and start fucking her in earnest. It wasn't
necessary for her to give me any more reminders--I just let
nature have its way and started stroking my prick in and out
of her hot hole. "Yeah, like that," she said. "Give it to me
deep and hard."
Rose closed her eyes and continued with fondling her
breasts. While she did that, I stretched out my legs and lay
right on top of her, belly to belly, and hammered my prick
in and out as hard as I could go. She met each of my thrusts
with her own and squirmed her hips in circles under me,
keeping perfect timing with our thrusts. Taking her hands
away from her breasts, she put them behind my head, pulling
my mouth down to hers for a kiss. "Ooooh, Joey, this is so
good," she said just as our lips and tongues blended
together.
Rose explored all my mouth with her tongue, probing into all
parts of it. I started sucking on her tongue, drawing it
into my mouth as far I could. I felt her breathing speed up,
until she was almost panting into my mouth. I knew from that
that she was getting as aroused as I was, getting closer and
closer to exploding into ecstasy. She started bucking her
hips up to me with even more force, seemingly trying to get
all of me into her tight little pussy. Not settling for
that, she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my
waist, pulling herself off the towel, and started pistoning
her pelvis against mine in frantic movements.
I pushed Rose's pelvis back down to the towel and reaching
under her I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy hard
against my prick. Then I just started pounding in and out,
using the full length of my shaft, pulling out until just
the head was in and this hammering back in, pressing the
base of my prick into the softness of her wet furrow. Her
tongue was a wild thing in my mouth, and she was now panting
and gasping. I felt shudders in her stomach muscles and she
pulled her mouth away from mine and softly cried, "Oh,
getting there, getting there. Keep fucking,
hard...hard...hard." She stopped her frantic movements and
pushed up hard against me. "Oh, I'm there. Got
there...finally got there."
The inside of Rose's pussy was spasming against my prick,
sending little muscle movements up and down its length. That
action was too much, pushing me over the edge, and I joined
Rose in orgasm. "Me too...me too," I whispered, come
spurting out of prick and filling the rubber that covered
it. I collapsed down on her and we lay like that, each of us
breathing hard and shuddering and trembling as pleasure
waves washed over our bodies.
Our pleasure gradually lessened and I rolled off Rose on the
towel next to us. She turned on her side and smiled at me,
saying, "Oh, thank you, Joey. That was just what I needed."
"I had a little bit of a need, too," I said.
"Yeah, I noticed," she said with a grin. Then, sitting up,
she said, "Let's get rid of this rubber. You sure don't want
to go around with this on--makes it hard to pee-pee." She
pulled the rubber off and then put her mouth on my prick in
its place. Using her tongue, she cleaned off the residue of
come that coated its surface. Lifting her head, she said,
"There, nice and clean. That way you won't get any come on
the towel that my Mom might find and wonder about."
Rose sat up next to me, still fondling my softened prick and
said, "That was good, Joey. I don't know how often I can get
away from the house without raising suspicion, but I want to
do this as often as we can."
"Me, too," I said, in an understatement.
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Rose and I managed to go to the creek at least once a week
through the end of school and after summer started we were
able to make it two or three times a week. We still dated at
other times so as to allay our parent's suspicions. Mom
continued to think Rose was a "nice sweet girl" and Rose's
parents thought I was a "really fine, clean-cut young man."
Almost all my allowance went for buying rubbers.
At the end of the summer, Rose and her family moved to
another city. It seemed her father was some kind of
construction engineer and got transferred real often. We
managed to get in one final screwing session before she
left. Rose told me she felt sorry for me since I wouldn't
have anybody after she left. She said that in her case it
wasn't going to be so bad because now that her brothers were
leaving their girlfriends they would, for at least a while,
have to use her again to relieve their horniness. She was
all smiles when she told me this, so I knew she was really
looking forward to renewing fuck and suck sessions with her
brothers.
As for me, I went almost three months before I found another
"bad girl." She's a year older than I, but she says she
likes me better than older boys. She says I know so much
more about making her feel good than the older high school
boys she meets.
Thanks, Rosie, wherever you are--you were a good teacher.