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Ronni's Summer of Love - 2
by Veronica Lumpkin (ronnilum67@gmail.com)

***

It was only springtime and things were getting wild 
already. I broke up with my little prick of a 
boyfriend and hooked up with the coolest guy around. 
It was time to get the "ball" rollin'! (Mf, ped, bi, 
oral, voy)

***

Part 2: *Good-bye You Little Prick*

The summer that I turned 16 was truly crazy. It was 
1967, "The Summer of Love". It was too, at least for 
me, and just about everyone I knew. It was the perfect 
time for a girl like me to turn "sweet sixteen". I was 
a very loving girl, if you get my drift. I was really 
into that whole hippie-dippy, flower power and free 
love thing. And if ever there was a girl that would 
volunteer to take her place on the front lines of the 
sexual revolution, it was me.

The craziness of my sixteenth summer actual began in 
the spring. I had skipped school to catch my 
boyfriend, Rodney, the little prick, cheating on me. I 
had heard all the rumors. I'd heard he kissed a black 
girl, so I made out with a black dude. I heard he 
finger-fucked some Puerto Rican chic, so I gave that 
chick's brother a b-j. Then I heard he let some 
fourteen year-old boy suck him off and maybe more. 
That was the last straw. Of course he denied 
everything. But he was as shitty at lying as he was in 
the sack.

When I didn't see Rodney, that little prick, at school 
that day and didn't see Wanda Dixon anywhere, I knew 
what was going on. He was up to his old tricks. Same 
shit he'd done with me. "Meet me at the Doughnut Hole 
baby. I'll pick you up and we can go back to my place. 
We'll have the house to ourselves all day."

Rodney, the little prick, had a pool table, a stereo 
and a bed in his basement. He called it his "place" 
like it was his own apartment, just because he had his 
own entrance. It was just a bed in the basement.

I got Tim Craft to drop me off at Rodney's and went 
straight to the basement window where I could see part 
of his bed, if the curtains were open at all. Dumb ass 
had left the curtains wide open. I had to get on my 
hands and knees to see in, but there he was and I 
could tell right away by the bleached-blonde hair, who 
was with him. There they were, big as shit, in the 
same bed where he first fucked me. They were covered 
up by a sheet. And it wasn't just the two of them. 
There was someone else, moving around under the 
covers. There was a pair of feet sticking out from 
under the sheet. I could tell by the shape and size 
and hairy ankles they were a boy's feet.

He was either eating Wanda out, or blowing my 
boyfriend, or both. I couldn't tell exactly what was 
going on down there, but I wasn't going to let it go 
on any longer, not in that bed, not with my boyfriend. 
I marched around to the door and pounded on it. When 
he didn't answer I marched back to the basement window 
and kicked it. All the glass broke in and I knelt and 
looked inside to find an empty bed. "Get your scrawny 
ass out here Rodney, you little prick," I screamed in 
through the broken window, "before I kick out another 
window!"

I went back around to the door and there he stood, 
wearing just a pair of shorts, with a bulge in them 
and a wet spot. I wondered if he had cum or was it 
that little faggot's slobber. I looked at the bulge 
and asked, "Smuggling a banana or are you just glad to 
see me?" 

He sort of chuckled and tried to cover up his bulge 
with his hand, acting all nonchalant. "Ronni!" he 
said, putting on this pleasant surprise sort of 
attitude, "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing!"

"I live here!" he shot back. "I stayed home sick 
today."

"You're sick alright – ya fuckin' pervert," I said. 
"Was that your nurse in bed with you? And what? Was 
that little queer taking your temperature? So I see 
that rumor was true too!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"No more lies, Rodney!" I barked at him. I took off 
the chinsey little ring he had given me and threw it 
in his face. I turned and stomped away. I heard him 
coming after me and as soon as I felt his hand on my 
shoulder I wheeled around and smacked his face. He 
clinched his fist and gave me some hard look like he 
was going to kick my ass or something, but I said, 
"You take one move toward me and I swear to God, I'll 
kick you in the 'nads so hard you'll be sneezin' 
semen!" 

With that I turned and walked away. I didn't care that 
it was five miles to my house and I could get caught 
skipping by walking down Handover Blvd. in the middle 
of the day. I was so pissed-off all I wanted to do was 
get away from that little prick and blow off some 
steam.

*The Silver Bullet*

I hadn't gotten a mile down the hill, stomping along, 
fists balled up, tears streaming down my cheeks, snot 
running from my nose, mumbling all the things I wished 
I'd said before I left Rodney's back yard, like, "Why 
don't ya take that little prick of yours and shove it 
up your own ass instead of your little boyfriend's and 
fuck yourself, ya cock-suckin' fag!" or "Now you can 
spend all your time with your little bleach-blonde-
black-ass-Spic-bitch-dick-suckin'-butt-fuckers!" 

I was so mad I could've spit, so I did. When I turned 
to hock a loogie in the gutter I saw a van rolling 
down the hill right beside me. It wasn't just any van. 
It was the "Silver Bullet" which belonged to none 
other than Dale McCoy, the coolest fuckin' guy in 
town, maybe in the county. There were a lot of phony-
ass, wanna-be hippie types in my hometown in those 
days, but Dale was not one of them. He traveled all 
over. He had friends all over the world. He truly knew 
his shit. He was the "Real McCoy", literally. 

There he was, big as life in all his freakin' glory; 
his long sun-streaked hair, pulled back in a pony-
tail, a turquoise bandana around his head, making his 
blue eyes sparkle, his beard neatly trimmed, framing 
his white shiny teeth, flashing a big, shit-eating 
grin at me.

Dale was ten years older than I was, which would have 
made him twenty-five at the time. He was part owner in 
the greatest bar around – The Haze. It had started as 
the Hayes Hotel about a hundred years before. It was 
just outside of town, across the river, which took it 
out of the jurisdiction of the local police and into 
the realm of the county sheriff. Dale had a couple of 
cousins on the sheriff's department and he always got 
tipped off if there was going to be any "surprise 
visits". That made it a haven for the local drug trade 
and teenagers drinking on fake ID's, like me. 

During the week The Haze was a great place to hang 
out, shoot some pool, throw some darts, score some 
grass, maybe get high in the parking lot out back and 
be part of the cool crowd. On the week-ends it the 
place to be. They had all the best bands from all over 
the tri-state area, the best dance floor and a killer 
sound system and lights. 

I didn't know it just then, but Dale was also the 
biggest drug dealer in county. I knew that was where 
Rodney, the little prick, got his pot, not directly 
from Dale, but from a guy that got it from a dude that 
copped it from Dale. It was Dale that brought it all 
into town and some of it into the country. I would 
learn all that later, which would only add to his 
legendary status.

So here I was, a total mess, teary eyes, snotty nose, 
hair in my face, fit-to-be-tied, hocking a loogie in 
the gutter the first time that Dale-fucking-McCoy 
speaks to me. "Hey there young lady!" he calls out 
through his passenger side window, "You ok?"

So what do I do? I practically tell him to fuck off. 
What I really said was, "I'm just fine thank you! 
Please, just leave me alone!" I was embarrassed. I 
didn't want anyone to see me that way, let alone Dale 
McCoy.

"I won't!" he replied. "I'll never leave a damsel in 
distress."

"I'm not in distress," I said, "And if I run across a 
damsel, I'll let her know you're looking for her." I 
turned and started down the hill again.

Dale stayed right beside me. "You are obviously upset 
and you look like you need a ride. Get in."

"I am not upset," I said, looking straight ahead. "And 
I'm not in the habit of taking rides from strangers," 
which was a huge lie. My girlfriend, Luanne and I used 
to hitch-hike all over the place. I was surprised he 
hadn't picked us up before. "Please! Just leave me 
alone!" I started walking faster. Dale stayed right 
beside me.

"Bull shit!" he shouted. "You need a ride and you want 
a ride. You can get in or I can drive beside you all 
the to where ever it is that you're going."

I stopped and he stopped. I looked at him and he 
smiled again. I could have died. We looked at each 
other for a few second and he leaned over and opened 
the passenger door. "You might as well get in before 
either the truant officer shows up to take you back to 
school or the cops come and arrest me for molesting a 
little girl." I had to laugh. I got in.

He stuck his hand to me and said, "I'm Dale."

"Yeah. I know."

"You know?"

"You own the Haze."

"I'm one of the owners."

"And you live with Kitty. She's from my neighborhood. 
She works for you too."

Kitty, in a word, was fierce. First off she was 
gorgeous; five foot nothin' and didn't weigh a hundred 
pounds, soakin' wet, with a body that was perfectly 
proportioned to her size. She had tits that would look 
small on a larger girl, but looked more than ample on 
her petite frame with an ass that was firm and round, 
for some reason I think of an apple. She had a cute 
face, green eyes that sparkled, freckles scattered 
over the fair skin of her cheeks and turned up nose 
with plump, pink, pouty lips, all framed by her long, 
wavy red hair.

The way she moved was poetry in motion. She had a 
smooth glide and switch in her walk and could dance 
just as good as she liked. She had funkier moves than 
any white girl I ever knew. And when she stood her 
ground, hips cocked, hand on her waist, stern look in 
her eyes, she was a force to be reckoned with and a 
sight to behold. Nobody fucked with Kitty.

That's just the way she was, long before she was 
Dale's old lady. She sold me Twinkies and soda pop and 
then beer on a fake ID when she worked at the King 
Kwik. I once watched her hop over the counter and 
tackle a teenaged shoplifter to the floor and hold the 
little shit down until the cops showed up. How could 
you help but admire a woman like that. Everyone in the 
neighborhood did. I somehow held a special affection 
for Kitty and I always thought she held me in a 
somewhat different regard than other kids. You could 
say she was my first girl-crush. But if you did say 
that, I'd have to kick your ass. Just kiddin'. No, 
really, I'd get Kitty to kick your ass. And don't 
think for a minute she couldn't do it.

"It's more like I work for her. She runs that joint," 
he said. "And you are..." he paused, with this 
quizzical look on his face and kept moving his lips as 
if he expected my name to form on them.

"Ronni," I said.

"Yeah," he said as if he had suddenly recalled my 
name. "Rhonda." 

"Ronni," I corrected him. My name was Veronica, but 
nobody had called me that since my mother had left.

"So Rhonda," he said, his eyes still on the road, "We 
finally meet."

"It's Ronni," I said, "And what do you mean?"

"What's Ronni?" he asked, "And what do you mean, what 
do I mean?"

"I'm Ronni and what do you mean, 'We finally meet?'"

"I've seen you at the Haze and I've been meaning to 
talk to you."

I had been loosening up a little but I started getting 
nervous. I'd been drinking at his bar on a fake ID for 
months. It said I was nineteen, but I didn't look it. 
That would only get me beer, but Kitty served me mixed 
drinks too. I was afraid I might be in trouble. "Talk 
about what?" I asked.

"Just talk," he chuckled, "I just wanted to meet ya, 
that's all. So you gonna be honest with me?" he asked.

"About what?" I sniffed.

"I know it's none of my business, but your obviously 
upset and judging by your red eyes, you've either been 
crying or you're high."

I paused, snuffled a bit and muttered, "Crying."

He handed me the coolest, purple bandana and said, 
"Now we're getting somewhere. You don't have to tell 
me why, unless you want to."

As Dale spoke I wiped my eyes and then blew my runny 
nose into his pretty bandana. I honked like a goose 
and felt a rather unladylike fool. "Shit!" I said. 
"Sorry."

"For what?"

"For snottin' into this cool-ass bandana."

"No worries," he said. "It's yours now."

"Cause I blew my nose in it?"

"Because I gave it to ya," he said. "I have scads of 
'em. A friend in mine, in California makes 'em, every 
color of the rainbow. Every time I'm out there she 
gives me a dozen. If you don't like purple, I have 
some other colors."

"Nah," I said. "Purple is cool as hell. Thanks. And so 
is the one you're wearing."

"I like this one too."

"Looks good on you. It brings out your eyes," I told 
him. It was a really shade of teal.

He cast a glance my way and his eyes sparkled, as if 
at will. I got a little rush. I was beginning to feel 
a little more at ease, at least as much at as a 
teenaged girl could feel in the presence of the 
coolest guy on the planet. I brushed my hair back and 
tried to straighten it out a little. I noticed he was 
watching me out of the corner of his eye. I hung my 
head out the window and let the wind blow my hair 
back. When I pulled my head back in he asked, "You 
gonna tell me or not."

I was tempted to just say, "Not," and be done with it, 
but I just said, "My boyfriend."

"What about him?"

"We just broke up."

"What'd he do?" He asked.

I liked it that he assumed it wasn't my fault. "He 
cheated on me," I told him. I didn't mention what a 
little slut I'd been.

"The little prick!"

I could help but laugh. I couldn't believe he was 
calling him the same thing I did. "What so funny?" he 
asked

"He is a little prick," I said, "And he has one too."

"What?"

"A little prick," I laughed out loud. Dale laughed 
with me and I felt so much better, proud that I'd made 
him laugh. Rodney's dick wasn't tiny, but I'd seen 
bigger. 

"He would have to be a prick," Dale said, "To treat a 
gorgeous girl like you that way. I'd treat you like a 
queen if you were my girl." We'd stopped at a traffic 
light and he looked over at me. 

"Did Dale McCoy just call me gorgeous?" I wondered. He 
gazed into my eyes for a few long seconds and he said 
in the sweetest, sexiest voice, "A princess." I 
thought I was gonna die. 

The light changed, the car behind us honked and we 
snapped out of our little trance. Dale looked back out 
the windshield and I looked out the window. After a 
couple of minutes he asked, "Wanna drown your sorrows, 
princess?"

"Huh?"

"I have some beer in the cooler and some wine too, I 
think," he said, "Wanna cop a buzz?"

"Kinda early in the day, ain't it?"

"'Noon or sooner,' I always say."

"Ok," I said. How did this happen? An hour before I 
was watching Rodney, the little prick , in bed with 
Wanda Dixon and some little fag, then I was breaking 
up with him, then I was in The Silver Bullet, on my 
way to have a drink with Dale McCoy, of all people.

*Austin Woods*

"Let's get out of town first," he said, driving past 
the turn to my neighborhood and out of town. 

 As Dale and I drove out to Austin Woods he popped in 
an eight-track tape and I heard Alvin Lee sing, "Good 
mornin' little school girl..." Dale looked at me and 
winked. I had to giggle and I think I might have 
blushed. 
 
It was a weekday and the park hadn't opened for the 
season. The ranger at the gate seemed to know Dale and 
waved us in. We pulled onto a side road which led us 
to a beautiful little clearing. The grass and leaves 
were fresh and green, flowers were in bloom, the sky 
was full of sun, and the trees were full of birds.

Dale stepped out and walked around to the side door of 
the van. I went back between the seats, through the 
curtain and met him in the back.

Dale opened the side door and stood there before me, 
all 6 foot 5 inches of him. He looked even bigger than 
he had when I saw him at the Haze. He had long arms, 
long legs, big hands, even bigger feet and yes...

He had me open the cooler and we found 9 bottles of 
beer and an almost full bottle of apple wine, floating 
in water and a bit of ice. "Should have got some more 
ice, and some more beer, and more wine if you wanted. 
We can share the beer or you can have the wine, if you 
don't mind drinking after my old lady. She's had her 
mouth all over it."

"I'll take the wine," I said. " I don't mind a bit. 
Kitty can put her mouth all over anything she wants." 
I wasn't sure what I meant by that, but judging from 
Dale's expression he seemed to think I meant it in the 
dirtiest way. Maybe I did. 

"And there's this," he said, producing a metal Band-
Aid box from under the dash. "My private stash." He 
pulled a joint out of the box and handed it to me. 
"Spark this up," he said

We smoked, we drank, we laughed. I told Dale about my 
break-up with the little prick. It felt good to get it 
off my chest. He listened as if he actually gave a 
shit. When I told him how I told Rodney that I'd kick 
him in the balls so hard he's sneeze semen, he laughed 
hard he blew beer out of his nose. When I said, "That 
ain't semen, is it?" He laughed so hard he rolled on 
the ground and chortled, chuckled and nearly choked. 

When he regained his composure he looked me in the 
eyes and said, "You are really something, Princess." 
He moved toward me, cupped my chin in his hand and 
kissed me. When his tongue filled my mouth I felt 
tiny. When I felt his beard on my face I knew I was 
kissing a man. When his big, strong hands explored my 
body, I felt so small. Like a little girl, but at the 
same time, more like a woman than I ever had. 

We kissed, and as he pulled off his shirt, his bandana 
fell and I caught it. While Dale pulled off my top I 
stuffed his teal bandana into my pocket as a little 
keepsake. He cupped and fondled my little breasts. 
They only seemed little in Dale's big hands. I 
mumbled, "Pinch me. I must be dreaming." He pinched my 
nipples and I squealed, "Ouch!

"You said 'Pinch me'."

"That hurt!"

"You know you liked it."

I did like it. I bit his neck and he pinched my 
nipples harder. I was getting so high, so horny, so 
wet and bold. I pinched his nipples and ran my fingers 
through the hair on his chest. I was making out with a 
man, a real man, the man.

I wanted him more than I had ever wanted any boy. I 
wanted him the way a woman wants a man. I desired him. 
I was hungry for him. I bit and kissed his neck as he 
ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it back from 
my face. I was proud of how I made him moan. The 
timber of his voice shook me to my core. 

I felt a slight pressure, urging me to move down to 
kiss his shoulders and on down to his chest. I let my 
cheek, nose and lips lightly brush the soft hair on 
his chest, inhaling the patchouli, pot smoke and man-
musk aroma that was Dale. My lips found a nipple and 
teased it with my tongue until I felt it get hard. 
Another deep moaned escaped his lips, sending 
vibrations through his chest to my lips, resonating 
through my entire body, down to my quivering sex. I 
had never been more wet.

I kissed and sucked the other nipple. The sound of his 
pounding heart, his breathing, his deep, soft moans, 
along with the breeze and birds in the trees, the 
smell of his musk, the taste of his sweat, the feel of 
his hair and skin, the sight of his tan flesh created 
a symphony of sight, sound, smell and overall arousal 
that brought me to the brink of orgasm and he'd hardly 
touched me.

I kissed down across his hairy belly, past his navel 
to the waistband of his cut-off jeans. I kissed along 
the edge – left to right and back again.

I undid the top button and kissed the spot that I 
exposed. He let out another of those deep moans. He 
had buried his fingers in my hair and cradled the back 
of my head in his hand. I undid the next button and 
kissed another patch of freshly exposed skin. I was 
below the tan line. The skin was pale and soft, 
covered in fluffy, brown hair. My lips followed that 
"treasure trail" that lead from his navel southward. 
The hair was getting thick as the skin got softer and 
more pale. His fragrance took a deeper, muskier air. 
More and more manly.

I undid another button, pulled back the denim and 
released the Beast. I had seen the huge bulge in his 
shorts and had been tempted to touch it, but when I 
marveled at the sight of Dale's magnificent manhood, 
it literally took my breath away. 

I had allowed it to straighten itself. Even with less 
than half of it exposed, I was in awe. Until then I 
had only seen the members of teenaged boys. Rodney's 
was not impressive at all, the little pick indeed. I 
didn't know they grew 'em that big.

I had no idea just how well-endowed Dale was. I had no 
frame of reference, but I doubted that every man was 
hung like that. I undid one last button and tugged at 
the frayed hem of his cut-offs, sending them down his 
long legs to his ankles.

 He stepped out of them and stood there, in front of 
me, truly in all his glory. He was a towering, sexy 
giant, just inches from me. And closest of all was 
that thick, long, veiny, nearly frightening organ of 
his. I had never seen anything like it before, and 
little did I know, I never would anywhere else.

I gazed at it for a few seconds and then slowly 
reached out to touch it. "Go ahead," he said to me, 
"It won't bite you. And I hope you won't bite it," he 
chuckled.

"I just might," I said, looking up at him and adding, 
"And you just might like that." He loomed over me, 
looking down, blocking the light of the sun, who's 
rays, danced through his hair, giving him a sort of 
halo. I was in awe.

Dale's massive cock twitched when my little fingers 
reached it. He moaned, I sighed. My fingertips glided 
up to the big, pink, mushroom crown, along the under 
edge of it and down again to the base. I cupped his 
velvet ball-sac with my other hand and felt the heft 
of his gonads. They felt like hen's eggs in my hand. I 
gave them a gentle squeeze. 

He ran his fingers through my tangled hair and cradled 
my head again. I felt the gentle pressure of Dale 
pulling me toward him. I was more than willing – I was 
dying to taste him. I was starving for him.

I looked up at him and the look in his eyes caused my 
heart to race and my juices to flow. I was gushing. My 
mouth was watering. I had always loved oral sex and 
the taste of boys, but I could tell by the very scent 
of him that he would taste different – better. I had 
to have it.

I kissed the base of his big dick and slid my wet lips 
up the length of his shaft, along the main vein. I 
kissed it again at the point where the crown peaked, 
just below the hole where a platinum drop of pre-cum 
had formed for me, like a drop of dew on a rose. I 
gathered the dew drop with my tongue and slowly spread 
it over my lips, looking up into his sparkling eyes. 
His moans grew deeper and louder than before.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his thick cock 
and let the tip of his dick slip into my mouth. I took 
in as much as I could. When my lips had passed the 
lower edge of his tender foreskin my mouth was full. I 
wanted more of it and I tried. I tickled the underside 
with my tongue, struggling not to gag.

I was slobbering all over his cock, my saliva running 
down over my fingers. I spread my saliva over his 
shaft and started stroking it, still fondling his 
heavy balls. One hand was stroking, the other 
caressing, my head was bobbing in rhythm as I sucked 
harder and louder. Dale's hips moved in rhythm with me 
as he fucked my face. He could have easily choked me 
to death with that thing, but he was so gentle, at 
least at first.

I started moaning, answering the vibrations he'd sent 
through my body. He began to grunt and groan and ram 
that thing deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of 
my throat. I gagged again and again but I never wanted 
it to stop. I knew I could get control of myself in 
time. I was so hungry for that man, the meat of his 
thick member and the pre-cum that spiced it up and the 
juices that I knew were to come. I could never get 
enough of him.

He gripped my head in both hands and I grabbed both 
cheeks of his firm, muscular ass, preparing for him to 
reward with work with an eruption that would coat my 
tongue, splash down my throat and make a woman out of 
me. Instead he pulled back slowly all the way out. 
Leaving me smacking my lips, stretching my tongue, 
trying to get that thing back in my mouth. He held me 
firm denying his meat. I whimpered and looked up, 
begging with my eyes. Still he held me just out of 
reach, a thread of saliva and pre-cum connecting my 
tongue to his cock.

"I really want to feed you my spunk, little girl," he 
said, "And you want it too, don't you?"

I looked up and nodded, sheepishly.

"You'd swallow every drop too, wouldn't you?"

I nodded. "I just gotta get me some of that sweet 
young puss though," he said. "You are gonna give it 
up, ain't ya?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded once more. As much as I 
wanted him, the thought of that tremendous thing 
inside me was as frightening as it was exciting. Still 
I just had to have it. I would give him anything he 
wanted. 

He grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me hard. 
We gobbled each other's mouths, kissing, licking – 
sucking each other's lips and tongues. He kissed my 
neck, my shoulder, one nipple and then the other. As 
his mouth worked its way down my body his hands worked 
their way up my legs. As he sucked my titties, first 
one and then the other, the left, the right, the left 
again, he took my pants down. He gently caressed me 
through my soaking panties and then took them off me. 
He dropped to his knees and kissed my belly and then 
my mound. He nuzzled the patch of soft, dark hair that 
I was so proud of and inhaled deeply.

I gripped his head as he'd gripped mine, but my hands 
seemed so small. I smoothed his long hair, still tied 
back as he spread my legs and buried his face in my 
"little puss". I squealed out loud when I felt his 
tongue part the lips of my puss. He sucked at my 
juices and I nearly came when he licked my clit. He 
teased and tantalized my little twat and pulled back. 
I whimpered. I was just getting started.

He kissed my mound, my belly, each of my nipples and 
my mouth again. I licked and sucked his lips and 
tongue. I loved the taste, my pussy, his mouth, and 
just a hint of pre-cum, the appetizer of our sex. I 
wanted more and more. I was getting hungrier still. I 
wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his 
waist. He rose and lifted my with him. He crawled into 
the van with my clinging to him like some little 
marsupial. We moved as one to a big, soft, furry rug. 
He lowered us to the soft rug and as he did I felt the 
tip of his sex pressing on mine. I gasped. 

I reached between my legs, wrapped my little fingers 
around Dale's enormous cock and guided it into me. I 
felt the lips of my pussy being stretched as he slowly 
entered me. It was a little painful but I loved it. It 
felt even bigger to my pussy than it had looked or 
felt in my hand or in my mouth. Deeper and deeper that 
thing sunk into me – stretching, tearing at me. It 
seemed that there was no end to it. He was forcing it 
up into my belly. I had never had anything that big 
inside me or anything so deep.

He slowly pulled it back and slid it up into me again. 
It still hurt but not as much. I wanted it to hurt, to 
prove to me what a real man could do to my tender 
little twat. He pulled back and thrust in a little 
harder, a little faster and a little deeper. I didn't 
think it was possible for it to go any deeper but it 
did. I raised my hips up to meet the next thrust and 
it went deeper still. It hurt, it burned and it stung. 
It was the most exciting pain I'd ever known or could 
have imagined. I found his rhythm and we worked 
together. We danced with him on top of me – deep 
inside of me. I wrapped myself all around him and was 
about to cry from the intensity of pain, pleasure and 
emotion when I was wracked with the most powerful 
orgasm of my life.

"Oh my god!" I cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make 
me cum!" I was talking out of my head. He was already 
fucking me harder than I'd ever been fucked and I was 
cumming harder than I ever had.

"Cum for me, you big, beautiful summa bitch!" I 
screamed. "Cum in me! Fill me up with your spunk!" I 
used his word, "spunk." He came all right. And he did 
fill me up. He unloaded those great big, heavy balls 
into me. He shot his white-hot cum deep inside me. I 
was shaking all over, totally out of control as my 
little pussy quivered and over flowed with Dale's cum, 
running down my ass and my thighs. 

Once Dale caught his breath he I felt that big dick of 
his getting soft as he slowly pulled it out of me. I 
was afraid I'd feel hollow without it. He rose to his 
knees and I felt almost insignificant as he looked 
down on me. "Here," he said, picking up the purple 
bandana he'd given me and pressed it to my sore, 
dripping, little pussy. "You're gonna make a mess of 
my rug." I pushed his hand tighter to me and squeezed 
it between my thighs. I helped him wipe me then took 
the bandana and wiped his dripping dick.

"We should get cleaned up before we head back," he 
said and scooped me up into his arms. He carried me 
naked and giggling, in his big strong arms, down a 
path behind the van, down to a little creek and threw 
me in. I screamed as I hit the frigid water and Dale 
dove in beside me. We wrestled and splashed on the 
rocky bottom in the rushing water. I was sure he was 
going to fuck me again but instead he stood up and 
towered over me. I was shivering from the cold water 
and spring breeze. Dale's big dick was shrinking from 
the cold until I wrapped myself around his legs, took 
his cock in my grasp and kissed it. 

I licked and kissed Dale's dick until it was hard 
again. I sucked the head and stroked the shaft, 
milking the last drops of his "spunk." I just had to 
taste that man. It was as delicious as I knew it would 
be but what I got was just not enough. He dragged me 
to the shallower water and sat me on a big rock, that 
was warmed by the sun. My body was covered with goose-
bumps, my nipples were hard and I was still shivering. 
He spread my legs and buried his face in my pussy. He 
sucked his cum out of my sopping twat. The warmth of 
the sun, the heat of the rock on my butt, the cold 
water around my feet, combined with the thrill of 
Dale's tongue teasing my clit and his beard tickling 
my thighs had me on the brink of another orgasm. 

Dale stopped just as I was about to cum and rose up to 
look me in the eye. "What would you say if I told you 
I was falling in love?"

"I'd say you're just in love with my pussy," I blushed 
and tried to look down.

Dale lifted my chin and said, "That's a fact li'l 
princess. That's the finest pussy I ever had."

I blushed again and said, "You're a crazy man!"

"Crazy about this," he said and grabbed my little 
snatch. "What would you say if I had to have another 
piece?"

"I'd say..." I paused before I blurted out, "You'll 
have to catch me first!" I slipped from Dale's grasp, 
jumped to my feet and scampered away from him, 
slipping and sliding on the rocks as I tried to run. I 
attempted to clamber over a mossy log on the bank but 
I slipped and fell across it on my belly. Dale was 
right on top of me, literally. He spread my legs and 
drove that big dick of his back in me.

He fucked me from behind, hitting new and different 
places inside me. I grunted and squealed and his giant 
cock stretched my pussy as my belly and tits slid over 
the slippery moss. I started to cum and I shook and 
shivered all over. "I need to taste you," I grunted. 
Dale pulled back and let me turn to face him. I slid 
down to my knees with my back against the wet, slick 
log. Dale fed me his cock again. It was a taste I 
would grow to love even more than I did that day. It 
was the taste of girl-pussy and man-cum. It was the 
taste of adult sex. I had never felt like more of a 
woman. Dale came once more. It was just enough to coat 
my tongue and flavor the day.

When I'd drained Dale's snake of the last of its venom 
he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. It was such a 
turn-on to me that he wasn't afraid to taste his own 
spunk. He seemed to like it. He sucked it from my 
pussy and licked it off my lips. He was absolutely the 
sexiest man in the world. We washed each other again 
kissing all the while. He washed all the slimy moss 
off me and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his 
waist and my arms around his neck. He was hard again 
in no time and I was afraid he was going to fuck me 
again.

I wondered if maybe this crazy, hippie man might 
actually be falling for me. I wondered if I was 
falling for him. I knew it was dangerous. He had a 
wife, after all, even if it was a common-law wife. 
Kitty was a woman I had adored and admired for years. 
Yet there I was with her old man – with his cum inside 
me, his tongue in my mouth and his finger in my pussy 
– a finger that was bigger than my boyfriend's dick – 
my ex-boyfriend's dick. I didn't have a boyfriend 
anymore, or did I? 

Dale carried me back up to the van and set me inside. 
He spread a blanket out in the sun and lay me on it. 
He lay down beside me and we kissed a bit more. I 
rested my head on Dale's shoulder, ran my fingers 
through the hair on his belly and gently stroked that 
massive cock of his as he and the sun caressed my 
skin. We lay there naked and just before he drifted 
off to sleep dale said, "I could get use to this."

"Mm-hmm," I replied.

"We need to be careful," he said.

"I know," I said. I knew what he meant. We had to be 
careful not to let anyone know about our little romp 
in the woods. I should have felt guilty about being 
there with Kitty's old man but I was not at all. 

"If we keep our little secret we can do this again," 
he said. "That is if you want to."

"Oh I do," I replied.

"I like the sound of that."

"Mmm, good," I murmured. I squeezed his dick, kissed 
his neck, nuzzled his beard and fell asleep. 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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