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Bad Girl
by Anonymous Author(1980)

***

I guy looses his virginity to a "bad girl" while at the 
same time learning what it takes to please a girl in 
the sack. (mf-teens, youths, 1st, mast, oral)

***

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. My memory of these happy 
occasions was made easy -- 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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Rachael 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 Rachael 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 Rachael'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 Rachael, or 
any other girl for that matter, wanting me to fuck her. 

Only "bad girls" did that, and even though Rachael 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 Rachael was too 
innocent to realize the significance of what she had 
done, that it was just friendly teasing on her part. 

Rachael 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 
Rachael'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 
Rachael'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, "Rachael 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 Rachael. 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 Rachael 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, Rachael 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." 

Rachael 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 Rachael 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 Rachael 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. Rachael saw it because 
she looked right down at my crotch and smiled, her eyes 
sparkling with interest. 

The day finally ended and Rachael 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 Rachael 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. 

Rachael 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." 

Rachael 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, "B-but 
I don't have a suit." 

Rachael 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 rotten egg," 
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. 

Rachael 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?" 

"Oh, God, yes!" I said. 

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 were dancing, I just knew you would be 
nice and big." She turned toward the water and said, 
"C'mon, 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 Rachael'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 Rachael's 
young teenage ass like that turned me into an ass man 
forever. 

I quickly got my feet out of my trousers and joined 
Rachael 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. 

Rachael 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 Rachael'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 Rachael 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 
Rachael, 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. Rachael 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 fur of her pubic hair. I knew that beneath 
them my fingers would 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. 

Rachael murmured, "Oooh, Joey, that's so nice." 

Rachael 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 Rachael'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." 

Rachael 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 Rachael'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 Rachael'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 Rachael's pussy produced. 

As my tongue stroked across her little bump, Rachael 
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, "Yeess! YES!" 

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 Rachael 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, Rachael!" 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. 

Rachael 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 Rache take care of you." 
Rachael 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. 

Rache 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 Rachael 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, Rachael 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, Rachael..." I whispered. 

Rachael 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. 

Rachael 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're 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, Rache." 

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. Rachael 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." 

Rachael 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," Rachael said, "come get that 
joy stick 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 Rachael'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, Rachael 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, Rachael 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, Rachael'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 Rachael's 
pussy produced.

Finally, I muttered, "Oh, God, Rachael, this is so 
fucking good." 

Rachael 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 Rachael 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." 

Rachael 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. 

Rachael 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 Rachael'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! Harder! 
Harder!" She stopped her frantic movements and pushed 
up hard against me. "Oh there! THERE! THAT'S IT!" 

The inside of Rachael'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 Rachael 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 
Rachael 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." 

Rachael 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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Rachael 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 Rachael was 
a "nice sweet girl" and Rachael'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, Rachael 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. 

Rachael told me she felt sorry for me because 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 be nice to her again if 
they wanted to relieve their horniness with her. She 
had a happy look on her face 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 knows.

Thanks, Rachael, wherever you are. Thanks for the 
legacy of a bad girl. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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