"What a swell day it's been, what a swell mood I'm in," I sang as I fluttered around the bedroom getting ready. I'd showered, and I'd reshaved my legs and underarms just in case and I'd sprinkled talcum powder at the juncture of my thighs to keep me from sweating too much. At the moment all I had on were my panties, the lime green ones, with white lace trimming. They're not cute, as cute goes – not like the white ones with the big cherry on the crotch or the yellow pair adorned with smile faces – but I thought they would be more suitable for this evening. And what an evening it was going to be! Maybe Rocky Graham wasn't the guy I'd have chosen to bust me, if I'd had a full field to pick from, but he was handy when I made the decision to be busted and I knew he was gonna work out just fine for me. I could still feel the hot throbbing life force shooting through his cock as we hugged and rubbed bellies on the basketball court, and I knew that tonight would bring me a lot more than hugging and belly rubbing.
"Didi," Mom called from, outside my room, "Rocky's here."
"Okay," I said. "Tell him I'll be down in just a minute." It was time to get dressed. But which outfit should I don for this night of all nights? A pantsuit seemed a little too cumbersome. An ankle-length granny might discourage him from trying anything. It should be the mini, definitely.
Minis are out now, or so all the faggot designers tell us. Thank God Albany is a smallish town! Nobody worries much about, styles and trends here, so you can wear what you want. Besides, I have pretty good legs, and they look nice in a miniskirt. If I was short and dumpy, I'd probably hate them like all shod, dumpy women. So I picked up the mini and went to my mirror.
Oh, you look great, Didi! I told myself, blowing a kiss at the girl I reflected. Like I said, I'm not a raving beauty. Photographers aren't breaking down my door, you know, but I'm not bad. Tall, like I said, with very long legs that curve in all the right places and look sexy even without stockings. Or so Jill says. My face is a little chubby, mostly in the cheeks, so I keep my hair cut in a shag which frames me like a raven-dark helmet. My eyes are large and my mouth is wide. Someday I'll probably have a double chin, and maybe sooner than I want it. But my neck is longish, and that helps.
I did a couple of turns before I dressed, eyeing myself from front, side and rear. Oh, the tits were fine. Rocky hadn't had any complaints when he was holding them this afternoon. They seemed to fit his hands perfectly. My bra size is 34-B, which isn't really big in view of my height, and I hope the nipples always tilt up at the same perky angle. I rubbed the nips then, using a thumb and finger to squeeze and fondle each of them so that they'd be up good and hard the first time Rocky pulled me against him for a hot, soul-exploring kiss. MMM! Just right! My nips are a pastel shade which fluctuates between pinkish and very light lavender depending on how excitement-flushed my titties are, and right now they were about as lavender as they ever get. A very good sign.
I rubbed my tummy, too, proud of how flat it was, and I let my hand slide down across the crotch of my lime panties. Definitely a quiver of response from inside. Yep, my pussy had punched in. All systems were go. I stroked the cheeks of my ass through the nylon panties, too, and I did a special profile shot so I could appreciate and get confidence from the delicious way my butt sticks out. Just like a tautly-drawn bow, I thought, but it should be so much more rewarding. Rocky wouldn't have any reason to kick himself in the ass for dating me, I told myself, and neither should I. This was gonna be a night to remember.
"I wonder how it was for Jill," I said half-aloud as I got into the mini. Well, I should know by tomorrow or the next day, if I could just wait that long for the mail to get here. And would I have a story to send her!!
With the mini I wore a loose silk shirt decorated with the faces of old time movie stars. No bra, of course. I like my boobs to hang as loose as a goose. It took a fight with Mom and Daddy to establish my constitutional right to do just that, but I had to make some compromises for family peace and quiet. Like, nothing sheer and nothing which clung tightly enough to display the points of my nipples. Well, it was a small price to pay for freedom. I left the shirt half-unbuttoned. From his high posture Rocky couldn't help but look down into my cleavage every time he looked down.
When I went into the living room Daddy was talking sports with Rocky. Both of them were agreed that Albany High should have a great basketball season this fall, especially with Rocky on the team. Daddy seemed to like him, and he barely looked at the way I was dressed. Usually he'd have been throwing a shit fit because the tail of the mini doesn't quite cover the crotchstrip of whatever panties I wear under it, but I guess he figured it wouldn't matter if I was with a sports star and all-American boy. "If you're ready," I said to my date, smiling and beaming and aglow with excitement. He was ready, but he couldn't have been as ready as was. Not by half. Despite the talcum powder I'd used, my crotch was damp with longing, and the swish of my legs as I walked was about to drive me batty. I felt like throwing him down on the hallway floor and doing the deed without leaving the house.
It was just starting to get dark outside which meant that it must have been about 8:30. "What would you like to do?" Rocky asked as we walked down the street holding hands.
"What did you have in mind?" I countered.
"Well, I thought maybe you'd like to stop by the Burger Castle and get something to eat, then maybe drop down to the movies? Have you seen All the President's Men yet?"
"Hmmmmm," I purred, fully await that Rocky was following my plan to the letter. His voice spoke to me, but his eyes were talking to my unbuttoned shirt and the creamy round inner breast curves exposed at the top. "Well, gee," I went on, "I don't think the movie lets out till 11:45, does it? And I have to be home by midnight, so if you were planning on trying anything, it wouldn't leave you very much time, would it?"
I said it all so matter-of-factly that I don't think he caught the grasp for a minute or two. "Oh," he finally said, his eyes brightening, his lips curling into a big, happy smile.
We went to the Burger Castle, of course, because he was a growing boy and he needed frequent injections of food to keep his motor running… I had a Coke and salad, and I watched him put away six hamburgers and two orders of French fries, plus a super-jumbo milkshake, and when we left he was looking so hungrily at the illustrated menu on the wall that I wondered if be was more interested in food or fucking. But I got him out the door, and we started for the obvious place, Albany's own lover's lane.
Actually, it's the cemetery behind the old Presbyterian Church. And it felt funny as hell to be invading the place with the purpose I had in mind, but I reasoned that the people buried there weren't in any condition to raise a ruckus about our activities. It's secluded, with hundreds of trees surrounding the graveyard on three sides, and no one can see it from the road or from the rather few houses in that part of the town, and it's kinda traditional for make out artists to head up to the cemetery to do their numbers. It was the only place we had, besides, and it would just have to do. And, best of all, let Jill try to top this one! She was gonna – damn it, she probably had already – gotten laid on the beach, but, what was the beach compared to an honest-to-God cemetery with tombstones and everything?
It was romantic because the night was so warm and moonlit. I suppose that if it had been raining and thundering, with flashes of lightning jagged across the sky and a lone dog howling somewhere in the background, I'd have been scared shitless, just like at a Frankenstein movie. But the moonbeams spread a blanket of soft light over the grass between a pair of old, established graves, and the ground was slightly kissed by evening dew when Rocky laid me out, himself beside me, and we started to roll and kiss and feel everything there was to feel.
"Hmmmmmm was all I could manage to say as I sucked on his tongue. He had my partially unbuttoned shirt fully undone by then, and his fingers were pinching the hell out of my eager nipples. I hummed and purred around his tongue and cuddled just a little closer. Close enough to feel the thick stabbing length of the hard-on in his pants. He was up good and big and savage, and I put my hand on his crotch to verify it once again. Oh, yeah! I thought. Jill couldn't have gotten anything better than I was on the verge of getting. When she came home from her vacation, let's just see who had the best stories to tell!"
"Oooh, don't stop now," I gasped as Rocky undid the whole front of my shirt and spread it wide to bare my breasts. The moon went behind a cloud just as he undressed me, and I doubt if he really got a chance to see how attractive my nipples are. But that didn't stop him from getting a warm, loving mouthful of each. His teeth gnawed at my soft titties, and his tongue rolled in frantic circles around the nips, and I twisted myself this way and that, thrusting each boob into his mouth in turn.
He was quite obviously experienced in the ways to light a girl's fires. Of course, high school and junior high school jocks tend to get more than their fair share of pussy in the first place. What girl can resist a trim, well-made body and a sexy letter jacket? I hadn't been able to, apparently. And I didn't seem to mind as he showed my tits what suckling was all about.
"Yeah, right there – lick my nipple again, plea! Ooh, right on!" Me talking of course. I was lying there in my teen-aged glory, getting the hell sucked out of my tits, running my fingers through and through my shag-clipped hair so that even my scalp tingled in time with the rest of my body as his tit nursing really got to me where I lived.
Something excruciatingly warm and rigid brushed insistently on the flesh of my stockingless thigh, and I went "MM?" in curiosity. With one hand I reached down to touch it, to identify it. Somehow Rocky had managed to unzip his pants and get his cock out while he was taking care of my breasts, and my fingers locked around the superb pole of his manhood. Locked and squeezed in delighted, improvised response. If the groping of my hand was any sure sign, it wasn't exactly as big as the one belonging to Jill's new found friend, Kerry, but it certainly felt big enough and hard enough for me, my first time out.
"Ooohh, you feel so good," I gushed. "Isn't this better than All the President's Men?" Treasonous words indeed, the way I felt about Robert Redford, not to mention Dustin Hoffman, but neither of those particular dudes was stretched out with me on the dewy grass in the old Presbyterian Cemetery that particular evening, so as far as I was concerned it was a hell of a lot better way to kill time.
"Sure is," Rocky groaned, unclamping his mouth from my tit. "Now it's your turn." And with that he pulled himself up, even as he pulled my head downward, toward that big lance jutting out of his undone fly.
His cock bumped me on the forehead, in the eye, and on the mouth before I steadied it with my hand. "Go ahead and suck it," he invited, and he kept shaving it at my face. Well, I thought, Jill had done it, and she'd done it perfectly her first time at bat. I could do no worse than try.
"Let me have it," I teased him, and while my lips were still parted, he let me have it all right, shoving that dick into my mouth so deeply I thought I'd gag and barf all over him. The tab of his fly scratched my chin when he made his thing twist and lurch in me, and I had to swallow hard, afraid I'd really overstepped myself.
For one thing, I was salivating too much, and I kept choking on the surplus of spit. And for another thing, he kept ramming it in and out, even before I had a chance to use my lips an him the way Jill had described in her letter. I went "Nnnnnnhhhhh", which translated roughly, "Slow down and give me a chance to find out what the fuck I'm doing!" But Rocky wasn't listening.
I was up on one elbow, bent into his crotch, and he had me by the head, guiding me as he used my mouth. That's all he was doing, too. I suppose I couldn't have been anything more than a wet fist, as far as his cock and libido were concerned. Oh, fuck! I thought. Get with it, Didi Sayers! So I got with it as best I could, sealing the looseness of my lips and getting my tongue into play sorta like the way he'd used his on my nips. But it was hard to do much tonguing, because his dick kept pulling mt and shoving back in again, hard and fast, and I had all I could handle just sucking while he fucked me in the mouth.
All of a sudden he said "Nnnfff!", just like that, loud and grunty, and his dick swelled up and throbbed against my tongues and before I knew what was happening, my mouth was full of this warm, mushy, sticky stuff that seemed to roll around like mercury. Yuck! I thought. It tastes like snot! I knew I oughta swallow it, like a good girl, but the taste and the sensation were so new and disconcerting that I just couldn't. My lips weakened their hold an Rocky's peter, and his sperm oozed from my mouth, dribbling down across my chin. I felt warm drops of something tap me on the breasts, and I knew where his cum was dribbling to.
He went soft while he was still leaking, and his dick fell out of my mouth. The cum-sticky tip dragged across my chin, making my flesh sticky, and I felt more droplets of his goo falling onto my titties. Rocky let go of my head and he sat up on his haunches, hand shucking his cock with a desperate intensity. "Just a minute," he kept telling me. "I'll get hard again in just a minute."
Well! I was busy wiping his cum from my mouth and wishing that it had been as exciting and spiritual an experience for me as it had been for Jill. There was a little of his semen still in my mouth, and I swallowed it along with the residue of saliva that had built up, but, it didn't taste as good as I'd always thought it would. In books the heroines were always guzzling cream like it was fine wine, and they were complimenting the stud-heroes on how sweet and juicy their sperm tasted, but it reminded me of raw egg, and I had to swallow twice to make sure it went down and stayed down.
"Look at that," said Rocky, taking his hand away and showing me how his peter had regained its stiffness. Golly gee, I thought sarcastically.
But he threw me down onto my back in the dewy grass, and he suckered onto my neck and breasts, chewing and smacking my flesh. Goddamn it, I remember thinking, I hope Mom and Daddy are reconciled to sucker bites, because I was gonna have a body full of hickies tomorrow morning. His hands were busy on my legs, stroking me, petting me, lifting the hem of my mini skirt and sticking his fingers inside the frilly-laced legbands of my panties.
I wasn't as ready as I could have been. Sucking bun off hadn't turned me on the way fingerdiddling, or even reading Jill's letter, could, and his fingertips brushed pussy lips that were pretty dry. But he was active, and energetic too, and as his fingertips began to make partial entrance to my slit, the little beads of wetness began to form on the petals of my puss. He pushed a little harder, and I got a little damper. It was a nice progression and I was beginning to enjoy it.
Until, all of a sudden, he jerked down my panties and moved his body atop mine. "Mmmfffff!" I grunted, because he was heavy and because he was crushing the breath right out of me. By then my panties were down to my knees and he was wedging his legs between mine, getting me widespread, even though the elastic cut into my thighs and hurt just a little. Panties weren't made to stretch as widely as I was being stretched.
"Mmm, baby, here it comes," he purred to my right titty, and suddenly he wasn't quite so heavy on me. His loins had risen from mine, and he was supporting himself with knees and one hand, and he'd brought the tip of his dick into my playground.
It rubbed my beaver, tickling the lips of my cunt, and I opened my eyes in surprise. I'd never felt a cock's blunt snout nuzzling my bare, moist pussy before, and it felt strange. "Wait a minute," I started to say, intending to tell him that I'd never let anyone fuck me before, that he should be a bit gentle if that was at all possible.
Apparently it wasn't. He shoved his cock at my slit, the same way he'd shoved it at my mouth, and he managed to part the tight lips enough to wedge his tip inside me. "Ohhhhhh!" I yelped, for it hurt like all hell. The splaying effect of his preliminary insertion was so painful I wanted to beg him to stop, for I was somewhat past second thoughts, and onto thirds and fourths.
"Jesus, you're tight," he said admiringly. "I think you've got the tightest snatch I've ever fucked." And with that he braced himself and thrust forward, driving his cock into me, all the damned fucking way into me.
I screamed like a banshee when he broke my cherry, and for a second I thought I was dying. But only for a second. He moved quickly past the wined signpost of my virginity, into the deeper reaches of my cunt where nothing had preceded him, and each plunging stroke spread me wider and wider for his pleasure.
It wasn't doing a hell of a lot for mine, not at first. I was virginally tight, past the little antechamber where my fingers had been fond of exploring, and Rocky's prick was a thick, hard tool that opened me like a crowbar. I twisted and writhed beneath him, trying to pull myself away from the plunges of his dang, but he had me pinned and all I could do was take it like a good girl.
"Oh, you bastard," I groaned in a tight, hurt voice. "You're killing me."
"That's what they all say," he chuckled, and he bit me on the neck like a Goddamned vampire. One more hickey for the cold light of day, I told myself, enduring. Jesus, was it always this uncomfortable? Or was I just lucking out?
But the pain faded as his cock kept on reaming out my tight twat, and almost before I knew it, the discomfort had changed into something else. His cock was and strong and athletic as O.J. Simpson. Sometimes he went deep, sometimes not so deep. I don't know if all that was planned, or if he were just fucking as his own passions dictated. But my protesting grunts were changing discernibly into purrs and come-ons of interested excitement.
"Oh, that's better," I said. "A little deeper, please, and more to the right – your right, not my right – oh, I think…"
And then he jerked his cock out of me and he rose to his knees above my outstretched, still writhing, still twisting body. "Huh?" I asked, not quite understanding what was going on. My cunny had just gotten really adjusted to the feel of his rod inside it, and he was cutting me off?
The moon's shadow of clouds drifted away, and once more the light came down upon us where we lay in our somewhat sacrilegious pleasures. Rocky was above me, shucking furiously at his cock. I called his name, begged him to put it inside me once again so I could get off on the riding thrusts of his erection, but he apparently wasn't listening. He just groaned and grunted, and his head tossed in the moonlight.
Spurts of his ejaculation began to fall upon me. On my belly, on my fingers as I stroked hopelessly at the hungry lips of my pussy. His cum arced in the moonlight, aiming for my body, and it fell upon me in splattering bursts. Oh, shit! I thought, kissing goodbye to my last hopes for a night of unsullied ecstasy.
Something warm and cozy seeped through the silk of my shirt, touching my ribs underneath. God, I thought, he's ejaculated all over me! I swayed and moaned on the grass, my ass wet from the dew and from the seeping secretions of my cunt and from the cum he was dribbling onto me. And it could have been good for me, too, I regretted. Really good. I was on the verge of getting into it, but he'd gone too fast and left me way behind.
"Jeeeceesus!" he yipped, "that was gooooooddddd!" His hand fell away from his cock. In the moon glow I could see that it wasn't fully limp yet. "Wanta do it again?"
"Again?" I said bitterly. "You finished so dammed fast I wasn't aware we'd started the first round yet." By now I could feel more of his cum leaking through my shirt. Then were sticky globs on my skin, too. I had a sinking awareness that these clothes would forever be stained by Rocky's jism, that I'd never be able to Biz the cum tracks away. "If you're done," I told him, "why don't I'm help me up? I think I'd rather go."