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Bad Girl
By Day Dreamer (address withheld)

***

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. (mf-teens, 1st, oral, coming of age)

***

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.

**

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 "accidentally" 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 embarrassed 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 lay 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 at 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." She 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, her body stiffened all over and she moaned, 
"YES... OH YESSS!"

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... I 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," 
she 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. By this time 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 you want 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 beautiful 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, harder... harder... 
harder." 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.

**

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.

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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