Beverly Parham loved to ride. She loved riding more than she loved to do anything else. She would take her horse out to the field every chance she got.
But today she was riding for a different reason and she was just a little excited.
She was going to meet Wayne Brown. She knew what kind of boy Wayne was. Her parents had warned her against Wayne from the first moment they'd seen him. They thought he was vulgar and mean. Even her friends warned Beverly about him. They told her that only bad girls went out with him and he only went with a girl for one reason.
But Beverly was a hard girl to convince once she'd made up her mind about a person.
And she liked Wayne!
He was so good-looking with his dark, unruly hair and his blue eyes and the way his muscles bulged underneath his tight shirts. Just looking at him gave Beverly the shivers. There was something exciting about him that she'd never known in any other boy. Something wild and untamed, and just a little bit dangerous.
He had approached her that day in school right in front of her friends.
"Hello, Sissy," he had said.
"Don't call me that," Beverly said. "That's only a name my sister gave me."
"I like it," Wayne had said. "Say, how about you and me meeting down by the bridge today? I'd like to get to know you better."
"Ha," Beverly answered.
After he had left, her girl friends had crowded around her. They were full of questions and bristling with curiosity.
"Are you going?" Angela Talbot asked.
"Of course not," Beverly had said. "I wouldn't be caught dead with a boy like that."
But she had thought about him all afternoon with a mounting excitement. What could happen if she went to the bridge? What could he do? After all, if something happened, she could scream and there were lots of houses around. What could he possibly do?
Still, she'd almost made up her mind not to do it when her mother confronted her that afternoon. Her mother was red with anger.
"That vulgar boy talked to you today, didn't he?"
"Yes," Beverly said.
"You just stay away from him, young lady. I'll not have you running around with trash like him."
Her mother had made up Beverly's mind for her. She was fifteen years old and she was damned if her mother was going to tell her what to do. After all, she was almost grown and plenty old enough to think for herself.
Of course, she didn't tell her mother she was going to disobey her. But she made up her mind that she was going to see Wayne Brown by the bridge that afternoon.
She pretended she was going for a ride like she did every evening, but instead of turning her horse toward the open field she rode toward the bridge.
Wayne was there waiting on her.
"I-I," he said. "I knew you'd come."
"Sure you did," Beverly said in a haughty tone of voice. "I just came to hear what you had to say."
"Then get down off your home," Wayne said. "I can't talk to you way up there."
Beverly hesitated. She kept telling herself that nothing could happen here on the bridge. It wasn't like she was getting into the back seat with him or anything like that. Rut she still felt afraid. He was just too attractive to her.
"No," Beverly said. "We can talk here."
"The hell with that," Wayne said, and he turned to walk away.
"Wait," Beverly said.
He turned back around to face her and Beverly slipped from the saddle. He was about two inches taller than she was and she found herself standing too close to him. She jumped back as if she'd been bitten.
"Are you frightened of me?" Wayne asked.
"Of course not," Beverly said. "Why should I be?"
"Because I have a bad reputation. I'm kind of a bully around school and all the girls are scared of me."
"Well, I'm not," Beverly said bravely.
"Good," he said. "Then how about tying up your horse and walking down the bank."
Again Beverly hesitated. The spot he had mentioned was secluded. It was dark and shadowy down the bank and it couldn't be seen. She knew what her girl friends would say and her mother. For the second time her mother made up her mind.
"I'll go with you," Beverly said.
She tied her horse up and followed Wayne down the slippery bank. He had to take her hand a couple of times and each time Beverly felt a tingle.
She knew she shouldn't be telling this way about a boy, any boy, and she never had before. But there was just something so exciting about Wayne Brown. Something that made her want to be close to him.
There was a blanket near the river. Wayne must have brought it down earlier. It was in a shady spat.
"Sit down," Wayne said.
Beverly suddenly knew that something bad was going to happen if she sat down on his blanket. He had come prepared and it was like he'd done this a dozen times. She was growing afraid.
"Maybe we shouldn't stay here," Beverly said.
He kissed her on the mouth. She struggled against him at first, but then her body relaxed. She'd kissed boys before. There was nothing to be afraid of. Or was there? His kiss was different because it was making her feel a little giddy.
"Now sit down," Wayne said.
She allowed herself to be pushed down on the blanket. He sat down beside her.
"Kiss me again," he said.
It was strange, but she found she couldn't fight him. His lips bruised hers and then his tongue began probing at her mouth. After a moment, she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth.
Then she felt his hand cupping her tit.
She pulled away from him and slapped his face. She expected him to get angry. He smiled and stood up.
"I'll see you later," he said.
He started up the bank and again she called for him to stop. She didn't know why she called. It was as if she couldn't stand for him to leave. She wanted the excitement he brought with him.
"Do you want to play games?" he asked.
"No," she answered.
"You're going to let me do what I want?" he questioned.
Beverly thought about the question. She had only a vague idea of what he wanted to do. She knew it involved both of them being naked and him sticking his thing into her.
"Yes," she answered.
Later, she wondered why she had been so willing, so easy. She thought that it was partly Wayne's aura and partly wanting to get back at her mother. Her mother was always ordering her around, making her do things she didn't want to do. Now, at last, someone was seeing her as a gown-up capable of making firm decisions.
Wayne stretched out beside her on the blanket. This time he didn't kiss her. His hands went straight for her titties. He began to fondle them through the material of her blouse. Beverly knew her face was turning red.
"They feel really nice," Wayne said.
"Thank you," she said.
She felt a little stupid at their conversation and the fact that Wayne was beginning to pant as he kneaded her firm titties. She had always been proud of her tits. Her mother said she got them from her father's side of the family, from one of her vulgar-looking aunts, but she had caught her father and other boys looking at them and she'd known that they didn't think her tits were vulgar.
Wayne started unbuttoning her blouse, and Beverly gathered up her courage. No boy had ever seen her naked. Tommy Rodgers had once had her blouse unbuttoned almost all, the way and he'd touched her tits through her bra, but that was as far as she'd allowed anyone to go.
Now Wayne was grunting as he finished unbuttoning her blouse. He reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. His fingers fumbled nervously with the hooks for a moment.
"Let me," Beverly said.
She readied behind her back and unsnapped the hooks easily. She allowed him to pull her bra off.
"Hot damn!" Wayne said. "They're real. I wondered if those thing were real."
"Mother says they're vulgar," Beverly said.
"Shit." Wayne said. "There ain't nothing vulgar about them tits. They're beautiful."
Wayne bent his head and his lips grazed her nipple. He brushed his tongue back and forth across it until it became hard.
"Ummmm," Beverly said. "That feels good."
Her words seemed to encourage Wayne. He sucked one of her fleshy tit-peaks into his mouth. He sucked as much of her tit-flesh into his throat as he could.
"Ummmmm," Beverly said, "Oh Wayne!"
She put her hands behind his head and urged him to take more of her titty. It really felt good. He was using his lips and tongue like an expert.
He released one titty from his mouth and moved to the other. He sucked in her sweet flesh, liking the way she moaned and moved her hips beneath him.
Beverly felt one of his hands between her thighs. She was wearing her riding pants, but his fingers were hot enough for her to feel him through her clothes.
"Wayne!" she moaned. "Oh, Wayne!"
He reached for the buttons on her riding pants and he pulled, them open. She had to raise her hips as he slid them down her long legs. He couldn't get them off over her riding boots so she pushed him away and did it for him. She stripped off the pants, and then shrugged and went ahead and stripped off her panties.
Perhaps she wouldn't have been so free with Wayne if he'd moaned and pleaded with her as other boys had done. She'd always considered pleading a sign of weakness. There was nothing weak about Wayne's bulging muscles and his lust-filled eyes.
"Stand up," Wayne said. "Pose for me."
She stood tip and turned. She let him examine all of her body, to pinch and stroke her where no man's hands had ever been.
"So nice!" he moaned. "So nice! So sweet, Sissy."
Wayne stripped off his shirt and undershirt and she gasped when she saw the black hairs that matted his chest. He smiled at her as he reached for his buckle.
"No," he said, taking his hand away and standing up. "I think I'll let you do that."
Beverly knew what he meant. She felt a little afraid as she sank to her knees and grasped his belt. She was also just a little curious about what his cock looked like.
Her curiosity overcame her fear and she unbuckled him and zipped down his trousers. She pulled his pants down to his knees and then looked at his undershorts. She licked her lips nervously as she looked at his cock-bulge.
"Go ahead," Wayne urged. "Take them off."
Beverly gasped the shorts and pulled them away from his cock and down his legs. For the first time in her life Beverly looked upon a boy's hard cock.
His cock was filled with blood and trembled. She touched it, felt the heaviness of his balls that were filled with cum that would soon be shooting inside her.
"Kiss it," Wayne said.
She hardly thought about what she was doing. She kissed the swollen head of his prick. Wayne grasped her by her long, dark hair and pulled her hard against his cock.
"Open your mouth," he said. "Take it in your throat. Taste it, baby!"
She parted her lips and took the swollen cock-head into her mouth. His prick-flesh seemed to fill her throat and she kept sucking him in until she had no more room.
"Oh baby!" Wayne said. "That feels good. Really good. Now play with my balls."
She reached up and again touched his balls, heavy with cum. She lifted them and began to rub them together as she sucked his cock.
"Damn!" Wayne said. "Damn, this feels good, but I've got to have some pussy. I've just got to!"
He pushed Beverly away from his cock and motioned for her to lie down on the blanket. Beverly did as he asked and she felt his fingers pushing her thighs apart.
"Just get you warm," Wayne said, and two of his fingers slipped easily into Beverly's cunt.
Beverly realized that she was wet down there and his fingers were making her wetter. He seemed to realize what made her feel good, and his fingers were bringing her to new heights of enjoyment.
"Wayne!" she moaned, "Oh, Wayne!"
"Get ready, baby," Wayne said. "I'm going to give you a hunk of meat you're never going to forget."
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Her pussy felt like a burning fire and she was ready for his cock. He sank down between her legs and she felt his prick being pushed against her pubic hair.
"Now," he said.
He pushed his prick slowly into her virgin cunt. At first it hurt. She could feel him stretching her cunt-walls, and then pushing against her hymen and she screamed in terror and pain.
"Relax," Wayne said. "Just relax and it won't hurt long."
She started to scream again, and Wayne put his hand over her mouth.
"Don't scream!" he warned. "Somebody might hear."
She realized that she didn't want anyone coming down to the bank and finding them. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out as his prick pushed painfully into her.
He broke her cherry and entered her completely. She could feel his huge balls resting at her crack.
"Oh God!" Beverly moaned.
"I told you it would feel good," Wayne said. "Now we'll just rest for a moment and let you relax."
She didn't know how long they remained like that, with his throbbing cock just resting in her cunt and neither of them moving. But after a while she began to feel him more and more.
"Oh!" Beverly moaned, as a tingle started in her pussy. "Oh, Wayne!"
"Now you're ready for some fucking," Wayne said.
Wayne was a competent cocksman. He was in no hurry. His cock drove in and out of her willing, hungry cunt with just the right slow, delicious stroke.
"Oh God!" Beverly cried. "Oh fuck me, Wayne! Give it to me hard!"
Her words seemed to surprise him. He stopped for a brief moment.
"No!" Beverly protested. "Fuck me! Please fuck me, hard, Wayne!"
Beverly didn't realize what she was saying. All she knew was that the cock in her cunt felt better than anything she could have imagined. She rubbed her titties against Wayne's hard chest and felt them tingle and her nipples become as hard as rocks.
Wayne began to fuck her in rapid movements, drawing his cock almost out of her juicy cunt, and then plunging it back in as hard as he could.
"Ummmmmm!" Beverly said. "That feels good, Wayne. That feels really good!"
Wayne drew out and Beverly protested loudly.
"Don't worry," Wayne assured her. "I'm not gone for good. Get up on your hands and knees and let me fuck you from behind."
Beverly wasn't sure what he meant, but she was game for anything that would help her aching cunt. She quickly turned over on her hands and knees as Wayne approached her from behind.
He knelt behind her and his strong hands came around her body to fondle her hanging tits. He kissed her ass-cheeks as his fingers played with her nipples.
"Oh God, Wayne!" she moaned. "Stick it in me! Put it in me!"
Wayne's prick was poised near her cunt and then he drove it into her hard and deep. She gasped as she felt his prick enter her deeper than it had before, feeling like it was going to come out her mouth. This time he was not slow. He began to fuck her with rapid, hard strokes.
"God!" Beverly cried as he fucked her hard.
"God! God! God! God!"
"Oh, baby!" Wayne groaned. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come, baby! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh shit!"
Beverly gasped as she felt his prick expand and then began shooting what felt like gallons of cum juice into her hot cunt. She felt fires flash throughout her body and she screamed as her own climax rocked her body.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Beverly moaned as Wayne's now-limp prick slipped out of her cunt.
"Fucking good," Wayne said. "You were fucking good."
Beverly felt as if she couldn't move. She was aware of Wayne taking a clump of her hair and she wondered what he was doing. Then she realized that he was wiping his wet prick off.
She beard him picking up his clothes and getting dressed and she realized that he was leaving.
"Wayne?" she questioned, turning around.
"Yes?"
"You're not going to say anything about this. I mean, I've heard that boys talk."
"Of course not," Wayne said.
But his smile was wicked and Beverly shuddered. In her excitement she had forgotten what a bad reputation a girl could get in a small town. And Wayne Brown was just the sort who could give her that reputation.
Wayne bent down and fondled her titty like a piece of chuck roast that he was thinking about buying.
"You were sweet," he said.
She watched, with frightened eyes, as he walked back up the bank.