Christine was wearing the blue terry bikini that matched her eyes. On her way downstairs, she grabbed a dry pair of jeans. She figured she had better wear them on her way over to the waterfall.
On the back pouch, after stretching her lithe body and pretending someone was watching, she slipped on her jeans and sneakers.
Her tits bounced in the skimpy top as she ran through the woods. Laddie, sated and happy, romped with her, barking and wagging his tail in gratitude.
She plopped on the ground, out of breath. She looked around the deep rippling pool that spilled out from the waterfall beyond. It looked so inviting.
She tore off her jeans and stood up, modeling for an imaginary boy. Her mind's eye conjured up Kenny Wilson. "You should be here, Kenny," she giggled. "We could swim in the was… I'd play with your cock, just like I did with Laddie." She bent over and scratched the dog on the head.
Leaving her jeans and sneakers at the foot of a tree, she eased into the cool refreshing water up to her waist, then floated on her back to the deepest part. Her blue eyes sparkled when she saw the rock where Laddie had first licked her tits. She twisted, swimming through the rushing waterfall and over to the flat piece of rock.
Before getting out, she treaded water, slipped off her bikini top and bottoms. She held her breath for a moment, summoning up courage to come out of the water. She was completely naked and loved it. She was filled with wanton lust and a desire to expose herself in the open. She bobbed in the water, feeling carefree, elated. She laid her bikini on the rock and swam back into the water. Her heart fluttered wildly.
She was excited, swimming in the pool of clear mountain water. Her cherry pussy creamed each time she drove below the surface, exposing her rounded ass to the shimmering rays of the sun filtering through the trees.
"C'mon, Laddie," she giggled, happier than ever before. She stopped and waited for him, bobbing up and down in the water, her tits on the shimmering surface like two miniature buoys.
The huge golden retriever cut through the water with ease. His head bumped into Christine's plump titties. Expertly, he swam around her, nudging her with the blunt end of his snout.
"Ooooo, if you were only Kenny." She played with the animal, grabbing below the surface for his cock. "You could dive down and goose my ass and touch my pussy."
She became bolder, floating naked on her back, her body on exhibition. Her skin glistened, the silky hairs of her cunt beaded with water and pussy juice. She opened her legs and arched her back, driving backwards into the water. For a fleeting second, her pink cunt tilted toward the sky.
"Ewwwww!" she gasped, coming up again. As she swam lazily through the water, she quickly scanned the woods and the waterline. She thought she had heard something.
"Hi," a masculine voice called out. A young man, about twenty, appeared from behind a tree. "How's the water? Better then this morning?"
Christine's head snapped around. She immediately sank down into the water, hiding herself as best she could from the leering eyes of the grinning stranger. "This is my father's property… you're trespassing!" She glanced down at herself. Her tits popped out of the halter when she bobbed. She turned. "Get out of here, now!"
The young man laughed. "Don't be so shy."
Christine ignored him and quickly swam through the water fall. Panting in relief at being away from the brazen stare of the gold-looking man, she treaded water. She reached for her bikini. It wasn't there. Panic gripped her; she didn't know what to do.
"Hello," he called again.
Christine glanced around furtively. The voice seemed to echo in the grotto.
"I'm up here."
Christine stared up at the stranger. "Give me my bathing suit!" She remained in the water, keeping close to the rock, concealing her body from him as he peered down through a gaping hole in the rock. He could see into the secluded grotto behind the waterfall.
He grinned and carefully climbed down through the narrow crevice in the rock. Christine watched him, horror-stricken. It looked like he was descending stairs. She squinted; the rocks were hidden, but each step the stranger took brought him closer to her. Her heart drummed in her ears. What had he seen? Laddie and her this morning? She gulped.
"You're real cute," he said, crouching down on the same rock where he had witnessed Laddie licking her tits earlier.
"Why don't you give me my suit and go?" She was almost in tears. Laddie had climbed out of the water and was sitting beside the young man, sniffing, wagging his tail.
"I might," he told her. He scratched the dog behind the ears. "How you doing Laddie?" He flashed his sexy grin at Christine, then spoke to the dog again. "A lot better than I'm doing. Huh, boy?" He reverted his attention back to Christine. "I could lick your tits better than Laddie."
Christine felt like she would die right there and then. Her mouth froze; the words wouldn't come out. What she had to say wouldn't have made a difference, anyway.
"I saw you this morning, Christine." He used her name for the first time. "I've been watching you since came back. You're a very pretty girl."
Christine blushed, embarrassed but excited. He had seen her naked! She knew she was hot, but now, she was aching with passion. She studied the stranger again, wondering. He was older, handsome, probably in college. But how did he know her name? A hot shiver danced up her spine.
"How come you know my name?"
"I work with your father sometimes during the summer and when I'm home during a semester break from college. You've changed a helluva lot since last summer. You've even changed since last Easter."
The young man was lean, handsome, with a pleasant smile. He let his dark eyes catch Christine's. The bright sunlight bounced off her golden hair. She had changed, all right. His mind went back to her naked body swishing through the water. She had transformed from a lanky kid to vivacious young woman.
Christine's face was a deep scarlet. "I never saw you around before. You always peek at girls?"
"Every chance I can." He gave her a smile that heated up her insides. "Now that I know you like swimming in the raw and you like your tits licked, what else is there about you I might like to know?"
She swallowed the lump in her throat. His dirty talk was erotic, but she couldn't keep from blushing. "I like sleeping naked too," she said, trying to be daring with him – show him that she wasn't afraid of him. "If I could. I'd never wear clothes."
She eased back, away from the rock, tingling inside. She had an urge to tease him, she moved about in the water, letting her tits rise to the surface as she gently bobbed. She noticed the way he was staring; it made her cream again. She was glad she was immersed in buoyant water. If she had been on land, she would have collapsed form her consuming passion.
"If you come in the water, I might let you lick my tits." She was nervous, but looked hot and willing.
"I've been around." It was an obvious lie, but she was trying to act older. "I have lots of boyfriends."
He hung his on a high branch, pulled off his jeans, hung on the limb. "I'll bet you're still cherry, too." He grinned.
She saw his bulging prick behind his tight-fitting underwear and gulped back her rising fear. "Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not." No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to take her gaze from his bulge. "You'll never find out, through."
He smiled confidently. He notices the obvious was she was gaping. "You want me to keep my shorts on?"
"Whatever you want." Her heart beat was rampant; her pussy pulsed frantically. "I've seen plenty of cock." She watched him slip off his shorts.
"Not like this one," he bragged. His hard-on was jutting out from his groin, his bloated cock head pointing at the innocent teenager. His fingers curled around his thick cock-stem. "You're staring."
Christine was in shock – passionate shock. Except for pictures in magazines, this was her first look at a real cock. It seemed monstrous. Automatically, she found herself drifting treading water erratically. She was shaking inside and out. Her muscles wouldn't coordinate with her passion-sopped brain.
With a big splash, the young man jumped in. He sprang up out of the water beside the teenager and wrapped his arms around her lithe body. His prick pressed into her belly. "You're a sexy little nymph, Christine."
She almost fainted. If he hadn't been holding her, she would surely have drowned. "Please…" Her voice was barely a whisper. She was weak, crumbling.
"How does it feel?" He kept his prick against her.
"Ah… mmmm…" She was speechless.
He held her trembling body close to him. Christine's mind whirled. The day seemed to snowballing. Getting off on Laddie's tongue; playing with his cock and watching him come, talking to Tracy. Now this. How far would it go? She refused to think about the exciting possibilities. Refused to think beyond the thrilling moment.
"There's a cave back there, where we could go." His hands skimmed down her body, cupped the cheeks of her cute ass. "C'mon out of the water with me."
Mute, she nodded, willing to do anything he asked.
He released her, climbed up on the flat rock, and offered his hand. "C'mon."
She gulped uneasily; she was naked. Having someone watch her without her knowledge was one thing, but this… She swallowed her fear and gave him her hand. As he hauled her up on the rock, she said: "I don't even know your name."
"It's Roger." He leered at her openly; then he took her hand again. "Be careful."
Still trembling, she climbed over some jagged rocks without stepping on them. There was a wide opening behind a huge boulder. It led to a cave. "God. I never knew this was here."
As the entered the cave, Christine spotted her bikini. "There it is!" She pointed.
"A blanket too." He grinned roguishly. "When I spotted you this morning, I wanted to be prepared. I came back with a blanket, hoping you'd return." He dropped to the blanket inside the hollow cave. "I'm glad you did. C'mon down, and let me lick you."
For a split-second she hesitated. She blushed a deep red from her tits up. Her gaze lowered to Roger's hairy groin. Conflicting emotions soared wildly through her head. She wanted to run, touch his cock, act brazen, impress him, but was too shy to do any of these.
She saw his handsome face; his horny gaze told her he liked what he saw. It gave her confidence. Laddie had left to investigate the cave. She was alone with her first man.
"I like boys to look at me," she said.
"I'm not a boy." Roger grabbed her ankle and brought her down on the blanket with him. He brought his mouth down to hers.
Christine's arms circled around his neck. Open-mouthed and clinging, she kissed him back – the way she had always dreamed. She took his tongue with a hungry fervor and gave him her flaming hot body to touch, maul, caress. Her fingers combed anxiously through his hair. She was a fireball of sexual passion.
Roger crushed the soft body he was holding. Mouth on mouth, he felt wild and greedy hands caress his face, scratch his shoulders, paw the muscles on his arms. She darted her tongue into his hot mouth, and he kissed her and moved his hand over her body, she was receptive, yearning, hungry. He took his mouth off hers. "You're a damn ball of fire. How old are you?"
She told him.
Roger's eyes widened. "You gotta be kidding! Christ! A teeny-bopper!" Her exquisite body had mesmerized him; everything about her seemed older. "Last summer – a skinny runt; this summer – wow!"
She giggled. "I'm tall for my age." She sensed his reluctance to continue. It gave her and edge, heightened her own awareness of her sexual powers. She heaved a sigh. It was about time to put her talent to the test.
She squirmed out of his arms. A feeling of power surged through her. "You're not worried about my age, are you?" She purred. Her hands slid up her sides, cupping her tits. "I thought you wanted to kiss and lick these."
Roger saw the teenager as trouble. She was gorgeous, but he saw in her lithe naked body more than pleasure. He saw danger. "Easy kid. Maybe you should put your bikini back on." It was a struggle, and he chocked on each word. She was a hot sexy girl, looking for some fun, and that fun could cost him. "Come back and see when you're older." He tore his gaze away from her naked body.
Christine mustered up all the courage she had. She sat up, threw herself into his arms, kissing him, rubbing her tits into his broad chest.
She had caught him by surprise, and they tumbled to the blanket. This time, Christine was in the driver's seat. "You chicken?"
"No, Christine. I just don't want trouble. You're a nice girl, with a fantastic body, but you're a baby."
Being called a baby riled her. Her father treated her the same way. "I think you're chickenshit." Her expression softened. "I'll never tell anyone… never." She leaned over him, offered the twenty-year-old college sophomore her swollen tittie meat to suck. "Don't you want to kiss my tits?"
Roger looked at the twin tit mounds looming over his face, an overwhelming temptation. A vein in his temple began to throb. He leered at he swollen nipples of her creamy tittie meat and raised his head. His lips brushed an aching nipple.
"Roger," she gasped, her tits in her mouth. The contact seared her brain; her pussy was already in spasms. "Suck! Ohhhh, God, Roger, you suck good!" She was reeling in ecstasy.
Roger succumbed. He grabbed her slender body, rolled her over, his mouth still devouring the choice meat of her tit. He sucked her rubbery tit flesh, chewed the rubbery nipple, then licked all around the small mound. He daubed her with warm spit. Her other tit was next. He turned both creamy tits into pink mounds of raw flesh. He pulled his mouth away when he was done. His eyes mirrored his flaming passion for the hot teenager.
"Roger, it felt so good," she purred, her head in the clouds. "Touch my wet pussy. Feel it." She was out of her skull; a boy, no – a man – was doing this to her, making her feel like a lump of putty. "Teach me." She offered herself to him, opening her legs – a virgin sacrifice.
Roger teasingly caressed her slowly. Watching his moving hands, he traced designs on her silky-soft skin. When he reached her cherry cunt, his fingers slipped through her silk strands of blonds cunt hair. "Jesus Christ, Christine. You pussy's wet as hell." His fingertips teased her oozing cunt.
"I know," she mewed. Her soft ass squirmed around on the blanket. With his fingers touching her cunt, she couldn't keep still. "Go inside. Touch me all over."
Roger's finger slipped into the folds of velvety pussymeat. He hit the cherry skin and froze. "Holy shit!" He stopped. "You're… you're a Goddamn virgin!"
She wiggled against his hand. "Not if you do something about it," she whimpered softly. She hated her cherry more every second. "You can have my cherry." She was burning up – a firecracker ready to pop. "Fuck me, Roger. I won't scream or tell anyone. I'll make it the best fuck you've ever had."
He shook his head, his passion under control again. "Shit, kid. Don't get me wrong…"
She sat upright. "I'm not a kid, damn it!" She grabbed his cock. "I want this prick inside me. Please. Fuck me, like I know you want to." She stroked his cock gently.
She saw on his face a new wave of passion. She held his prick with more determination, her fingers squeezing. His cock felt different than Laddie's, but just as exciting. "I'll lick you prick for you if you fuck me."
Roger groaned. Her hand felt like fire on his cock. Her words were fuel. "Christ, Christine! You're a baby… a virgin baby."
Christine acted quickly before he said another word, pushing him back on the blanket. She was the control she wielded over him. She also sensed there was a limit to her control. Licking his cock might expand the power she did possess.
She climbed between his legs, came down on top of him, squiggled her hot sizzling body against him. "I'm not a baby," she told him plainly. "You can only say no for so long."
He groaned. He knew she was right. He was caught in her trap. His mind raced for an answer. There was none. The damn kid had him by the balls, and they both knew it.
"C'mon, Christine. I'm twenty… you're just a kid. You'll be sorry, and I'll wind up in trouble with your dad."
She kissed his body. Her urgent kisses covered his chest, his taut, muscular belly, his hairy groin.
As she descending on her way down to his stiff prick, her cunt oozed hot fuck cream with each pulse of her pussy walls.
"You won't get in trouble. I won't say a word to anyone," she promised, between sizzling kisses and urgent nips with her teeth. "I'll lick your cock first. Then, you can fuck me, okay?"
Roger didn't budge. He just groaned, unable to fight the sexy girl squirming her way down to his aching cock. "Christ!"
Christine giggled, enjoying her power, learning how to use it. She rubbed her pussy along his leg. "I'm still all wet." Her gaze locked on his rigid prick. "It's soooo big, Roger." With childlike curiosity, she ran her fingers over his cock shaft. A tremor swept through her cherry cunt; a tremor of anticipation.
Her hand slipped down to his heavy balls, cupping his hairy sac. "God."
"Lick my cock, Christine," Roger urged. He no longer cared about her age; getting sucked by the horny kid was uppermost in his mind. "Lick my cock and maybe I'll fuck you." He raised his head off the blanket and saw the girl between his legs, her small hand wrapped around his thick, purplish-red cock, her wide eyes absorbing the size of his giant bloated prickshaft. "Eat me. Christine. Taste your first cock."
Christine shivered in a moment of panic. She released his weighty balls. Both of her hands came up from his groin, surrounded his towering prick, captured his cock shaft, and held it prisoner. Christine could feel his prick throb in her grip. She hesitated – another wave of panic.
Roger sensed her indecision. A few minutes ago, he would have capitalized on it and gotten the hell out of there. It was too late now. "Eat my cock Christine," he urged softly, gently, his voice hypnotic. "Put my cock in your mouth and see what it's like."
She nodded. She closed in on his prick as if it were drawing her like a magnet. Her pink tongue flicked out across his bloated cockhead. Her pussy reacted – a storm raged inside her. Almost collapsing from her overwhelming passion, she maintained her balance, put her head on his firm belly. Her mouth was at the base of his cock. She licked, her tongue circling through his groin hair.
Hot, nervous, and frightened, Christine came up from his groin, her mouth at his cockhead. Her tits ached. She leered down at his prick spearing the air, his piss-slot aimed at her face. A shuddering excitement engulfed her.
"Unnnnn," she hummed as her mouth came down on Roger's prickhead. Her tight lips surrounded his bulb-shaped cockhead, surrounding it with the damp warmth of her mouth.
"Ahhhhh," Roger groaned blissfully. He arched off the blanket; his cock head scraped the roof of her mouth on its way to her tight throat. He dropped back to the ground.
Christine held his cockhead firmly between her lips. The moment of fear, when he had lunged, was gone. She held the base, sucked his prick like a child would suck a lollipop. The sweet taste of candy was not that the wanted; the hard fleshy taste of cock was.
Her passion raging within her, she became bold, began to experiment. She pushed her mouth down until the bloated tip of his cock clogged her throat. She came up gasping, her eyes bright and gleaming. "Am I doing good?" She wanted to please, an anxious child needing his approval in her quest to prove that she wasn't a kid.
"Great!" Roger moaned. He wrenched his hips, wanting more of her fabulous mouth. Her hand, squeezing his cock, was driving him crazy. "Don't stop now. Keep doing it. Your mouth was fabulous!"
She blinked, then smiled. "I know what you want. You want me to suck you off, so you don't have to fuck me."
He groaned. "Yeah, come on, my cock's hurting for your fabulous mouth."
"What about me? I want to lose my cherry… to get fucked." She pouted, feeling hurt.
"Next time," he promised, knowing there would never be one. "Suck my cock, Christine. I'll get your cherry tomorrow."
She didn't belive him, but she wanted to suck his cock, to feel the cum squirt into her mouth. "Okay, but remember – you owe me."
Roger groaned; her hand was like a vise on his hard cockshaft. He didn't like being out on a limb with such a young girl, but he had no choice. His balls ached. He had to have some kind of relief – with her cherry still intact. "Eat me, Christine."
"I will." She eyed him curiously. "Ever have a girl eat your cock before?"
He nodded.
"I'll do better." She was a child, but her confidence was that of a woman. "You'll be begging me for more when I get through with you."
"Just suck my prick." His passion robbed him of patience. "Suck, Christine, and stop talking."
Committed, she threw herself into her first blow job with the exuberance of youth and the passion of a woman. Her tongue became a wet whip, slapping back and forth across his cock, up and down the length, over the wide girth of hard prickmeat.
She used her tongue on his cock, like Laddie had done to her pussy. She began to nibble up and down the length of his prick, first one side, then the other. Her mouth feasted on the delectable prickmeat, loving, carving the throbbing piece of cock-muscle. She delicately chewed on the sensitive underside, then swooped her mouth over his bloated cockhead and sucked.
"Aggghhhh!" he growled. She sucked so hard, he thought she was going to draw his cum up through his balls before he blasted. "Christine! Suck! Suck!" He lunged again driving his prick head into her snug-fitting throat. "Unnn!"
Christine chocked; her eyes popped. She forced herself not to panic. Her nose flared with a sudden intake of air, and she relaxed, letting Roger's cockhead enter her throat. It was wild strange, exciting. His prick seemed to throb in her gullet, stretching the narrow opening of her tight throat. She gurgled on his prick and her own spit.
Roger's ball were rumbling with new life; his prick was about to burst at the seams. "Sweet little baby," he groaned. A child was about to suck him into heaven. "Christine, your mouth… feels great! Keep sucking. Keep chewing. Enjoy your first meal!"
It excited her to hear his voice while his cock clogged her mouth and throat. She sensed the same urgency in him that had driven Laddie to blast his cum. Her heart almost leaped into her throat. Roger was going to come. It staggered her mind, and her lithe naked body felt a mild orgasm whip through her in tingling sensations of warmth.
She gripped the base of his cock and jerked the thin flexible skin up and down. She swirled her tongue around his stabbing cock, sucking, her cheeks drawn in, her teeth clamped around it. Her hands shifted the moveable skin of his cock bringing him to the edge of oblivion and beyond.
He humped into her mouth, lunged off the ground, and lodged his prick in her throat. He came slamming back to the blanket. As he whipped his cock in and out of the teenager's mouth, he roared; "I'm coming, Christine!" The hollow cave echoed his words.
Roger's hands balled into fists. His muscles strained under the tremendous pressure building inside his exploding balls and shooting cock. He creamed Christine's mouth, felt her jerking fingers and sliding mouth. Her clinging lips were wet, soft.
Christine, not really sure what to expect, took the first thick gooey gob of cum deep in her throat. It was followed by a succession of spurting wads, each thicker and heavier than the last. Jism flooded her mouth, oozed down her gullet, gushing from her nose and paste her clinging lips. Her hands came off his prick. She took the humping thrusting violence of Roger's exploding climax and froze.
Roger slammed his prick into her mouth. With her hand away from his thick cock base, he was able to thrust the entire length of his prick into her throat. His groin slammed against her lips. Cum poured out of his piss-slot like water spurting from a faucet. His body lunged in the heat of his orgasm. At blurring speed, he pounded her mouth with his prick.
Panic, then fear set in. The fear of drowning in his cum. She battled her feelings, winning. Her fear transformed into greed – greed for his cum, his cock, every dynamite inch of it. She picked up his thrusting fuck rhythm, slamming her face into his colliding groin. His mat of curly cock hair tickled her nose and lips. She sucked with deep heavy suction power when he dropped back for that instant before he lunged again.
She gagged from his deluge of cum; he growled. She sucked; he roared his pleasure. Her teeth sank into his hard prick, her mouth flooded with gobs of cum. She sensed he was winding down, and he mind, young and impressionable, snapped. She become a demon. He mouth worked overtime, diligently sucking.
Roger's groans became louder. His humping body slowed.
It only excited Christine more. She picked up the slack, her mouth flying up and down the endless length of his cock. She worked her jerking hands in rhythm to her bobbing head, desperately hoping it wouldn't end. Fast furious sucks. Chewing teeth. Butterfly strokes with her fingers. Then squeezing grips like a steel vise. She craved it all – every hot ounce of jizz.
Roger lunged up into the wet swirling storm of her feasting mouth. "Christine! Agggghh! No more!" He dropped back on the blanket, twitching. His cock was drained, super-sensitive now. Agony set in, where moments ago, pleasure had reigned.
Her hand, fingers, and mouth drifted up and down Roger's cock. She sucked and chewed painstakingly, her mind a blank, not noticing that his prick had lost the unresisting hardness of steel and was slowly becoming a tender pliable muscle of soft cockmeat.
"Christine! Stop!" He bellowed in agony. He tried squirming away. Her clenching teeth refused to release his prick.
Christine was greedy. The cum had stopped squirting, but she was determined to get more. She sucked, drawing out the last drops of cum from the aching void in his now-empty balls. She sucked harder, refusing to believe he was finished. His prick was limp, and she began to sob hysterically, her passion out of control, no relief in sight.
Roger used all of his waning strength and pulled himself up. Gently, he eased the wild teenager off his sore prick. "C'mon, Christine. It's over. I can't come any more. You sucked me dry."
Christine rolled onto her back, consumed with lust. She spread her legs to entice Roger to fuck her, her ass rubbing the blanket as she humped. She was soaring, hovering at the entrance to bliss, with no one to take her in. Her hands labored frantically over the sizzling flesh of her burning body.
She looked at him with desire. Cum stained her mouth. "Was I the best?" she panted breathlessly. "Huh? Was I?"
Roger groaned as he quickly dressed. He nodded. "You were fabulous, Christine." He meant it.
"Best mouth in the world." She smiled dreamily. "I told you."
"I know." He finished dressing.
"Will you fuck me tomorrow? I'll be the best fuck, too." She squirmed. "We'll meet here tomorrow afternoon at the same time, and I'll give you my cherry, okay?"
He nodded in agreement, even through he wasn't coming back. All he saw in her hot body was trouble. With some luck, she'd take her passion and hot-pants to someone else and forget him. "Right, Christine, tomorrow. You can find your way out of here okay?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna stay for awhile." She blew his a kiss. "Tomorrow."
He waved.
Christine saw him inch around the large boulder that hid the entrance to the cave and disappear.
"Ohhh, God," she moaned, hearing her own voice reverberating inside the cave.
She licked her lips in remembrance of every delicious second Roger's cock was in her mouth. She looked around for Laddie to lick her off. "C'mon, boy, fix me so I can walk."
Laddie, who had been exploring the cave, approached at the sound of her voice. His nose picked up the sweet scent of her pussy when he approached. He whimpered, licking his chops, ready to dine on the sweet-tasting meat of her cunt.
A half-hour later, after creaming all over the dog's snout and filling the cave with her ecstatic screams, Christine put on her bikini, eased her hot sweaty body into the cool water, swam through the waterfall, and into the warm June sunshine. She felt terrific. Tomorrow, she was going to lose her cherry. Her heart jumped. When she got home, she would tell Tracy all about it.