Rocky called me the next afternoon, but I told Mom to tell him I'd died. I had no intention of becoming just an orifice, a stuck-up jack could masturbate in. Besides, I was busy reading Jill's second letter. It had come in the morning mail. My initiation had been a shitty experience, pure and simple, and it pissed me to read what she had to tell me about her own:
Dearest Didi,
I suppose you're wondering what happened. It was terrible, cutting off the way I did, but I wanted so much to tell you about Kerry and me, and I just couldn't wait till all the votes had been counted. Sooooooo… We came together in the frothing, splashing high tides of the evening, Didi. His body drifted upon mine as though the sea had brought him to me, and I responded eagerly, intensely, locking him with my arms and legs. He rubbed his crotch upon mine, and I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Thank God he'd been wise enough to have patience in the afternoon. He hadn't rushed me, he hadn't forced me, and the foretaste of the pleasures Kerry could give had made my whole afternoon a study in patience.
The sea bathed us, and I knew that nature itself was smiling upon our union. The incoming tide swished and played across our bodies as we kissed and petted in the surf, and sometime during that lovely interaction, my bikini bra was tossed onto the sands, far beyond the tide's reach. In a moment more, my panties had gone to join the bra, and I was naked in the tide. "You're like Venus born of the sea," Kerry whispered between gentle nibbles at my ear, and I thrilled to hear him say it so perfectly.
He cupped my breasts and squeezed them so deliciously I thought my heart would bunt for joy. "Oh, Kerry," I sighed, "I know that I'm ready for you, ready, and willing, and oh, so eager – please love me now!" The sea flicked at my pussy with the gentleness of a seasoned lover, and my legs opened again and again to allow the tide that sweet pulsating caress.
Above us the moon was round and full, a yellow face glowing in the heavens. A face, indeed, that seemed to say, "Go ahead, my children, your pleasure and delight is mine as well." Don't laugh at me, Didi! I could almost hear the moon talking to me then.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Jill?" Kerry hummed into my ear, his fingers plying my nipples and pussy with alternate strokes that seemed to explode lightning inside my body.
"Oh, God, Kerry," I panted back at him, "if I'm not ready now, I'll never be! Fuck me, love me, make me scream with my climax!"
He threw his own trunks onto the beach then, too, and I couldn't help noticing that they fell directly between my bra and panties on the sands. It appeared to be a very good, a very promising sign.
His cock was hard and, oh, Didi, it was so big and throbbing that it took my breath away to clasp it in my burning fist. I felt his need, knowing that it matched my own. The waves rushed across our bodies, pulling at us as they retreated, bathing us afresh when they swept in again, and my breasts rose and fell in time with the action of the tide.
"Open your legs km me, Jill," he said, touching my tummy. What else could I do? I spread myself wide, and he moved his body into the gap I had created. As soon as he wash firmly entrenched, I closed my thighs around him in a grip that was intended to be permanent. There was no turning back for me then, Didi. I had to go through with it, come hell or high water.
We kissed and fondled for a long, long time. He made my body move in the water, and I had orgasm after orgasm just from the sensation of his body rubbing mine, of his prick caught in the viselike trap of my legs. Yes, I had him against my cunny, the hard barrel of him lying full length upon my slit, and he moved provocatively and sensuously. My pussy lips ached from the rubbing presence of his cock long, long before we were ready to take the ultimate step in sealing our love.
"Jill," he told me, "I can't believe how lucky I was to meet you. Did you know that I'd planned on going home to Boston tomorrow morning? I thought there was no use in staying here any longer. Now – God, how can I leave you behind? If you're going to be here a week, then I'll stay a week. If a month, I'll stay a month. If you've taken up residence, I'll register to vote in the local precinct. Whatever it takes, I'm going to stay here, to be close to you, to hold you in my arms like this, to feel your burning nipples in the hair of my chest. Kiss me again, darling!" And what else could I do but kiss him again? His mouth fastened onto mine, and we twisted and rolled in the night tide oblivious to all that surrounded us.
Later – God, how much later I don't know, for time had no meaning in his arms – I heard Kerry say, "Jill, may I please fuck you now? Are you ready for me?"
"Yes, Kerry," I replied, my heart pounding like a steam drill in my breast. I clutched him lighter, my hands reaching low to capture the cheeks of his ass and pull his hard manhood against my feminine gash. "Yes, Kerry, I want you, I need you. Please fuck me now. Stuff your delicious cock up my pussy and fuck me till I scream for mercy!"
The sea raced in upon us while we reveled in our love, and the tide's insistent ripple massaged my cuntal parts like the caress of a million tiny, ticklish fingers. That coupled with the unmistakable pressure of Kerry's cock against my femininity, caused excitement to swell massively in my breasts. I gasped and moaned and called his name into the night air, though it was hard to hear anything above the regularity of the tidal inflow. But he could see my lips moving, and he kissed the words from them with bewitching sensuality, and I felt his heart beating against my chest as we embraced and rolled with the rippling waves.
"Now," I told him, my voice breaking with passion, "now, now, now, now!" And I reached between us, grasping his penis and drawing its tip to the hungry mouth of my cunt. Kerry jerked and bucked in the water as I manipulated him, but he gave me the reins. It was as if he could read my mind, could decipher the frantic need I felt for him, and he let me express that need in the best way I could express it.
I led him to my pussy, and I spread my legs so widely I thought I was about to split. But the incoming sea caressed me and kept me dripping wet for him, and when he touched me with the fat, strong point of his cock, I knew that waiting had been worth it. HOW glad I was that I hadn't thrown myself away on some cheap high school boy back home – some child who would know nothing better than to crawl on me and shove his cock inside. Kerry was special – our meeting had been so beautifully unplanned, so obviously destined, and it seemed now that it was also destined for us to be here in the tide, ready to make glorious, wild love!!
I rubbed my slit with the tip of his rod, and fires kindled inside me. I was wet, from the sea and from my own arousal, and he was hard and ready against me. Didi, the sensations of it – the fantastic, incredible sensations!!!!
"Now?" Kerry asked, breathing the words into my ear so I couldn't miss them. "Do you want me to fuck you now, Jill?"
"God, yes!" I screamed. "Fuck me now, and don't stop fucking me! Ever!"
My hand fell away from his dick and he took control of the instrument that would soon make me completely a woman. He stroked me with it a few more times, finishing the job I'd begun. My lips itched for him to stab his way between them, and my womb called out for his presence and his seed. I twitched and writhed and rolled in the water as he slid his dick over and over my bulging cunt, and then he placed the point squarely against my slit and gave a tentative prod of entry.
"Ohhhh," I called in sudden panic, for he seemed so big, so unexpectedly big, flirting with the petals of my pussy. They yearned to take him home, all the way home, but they were nervous and tight despite my unprecedented degree of arousal.
"Please, be gentle," I said. "Remember that this is my first time ever."
"I won't forget," he whispered, the moonglow turning his handsome face into a loving work of art. He kissed me on the lips and on the nose, smacking the salty drops of sea water that were upon me, and at almost the same moment he did a twist of the hips that pushed his cock further into my snatch.
Snatch? Oh, Didi, snatch is really the word for that marvelous organ you and I have between our legs!! Mine caught hold of his cock and began to suck it in, in, further up me. I wasn't doing it consciously. It was just as if my cunny were a living, breathing organism with a mind and will of its own. It pulled on his penis, pulled with jerky, milking strokes, and I heard him laugh aloud in delighted surprise. I laughed, too, for it didn't hurt at all. There was a fond, ticklish feeling to the way his penis wiggled and squiggled inside the mouth of my twat.
Our bodies were slippery and hot, despite the chill of the sea, and we clutched and clung as our sex organs brought themselves to union. I could feel my tightness yielding as he pushed a bit deeper, and I sighed, for I wasn't at all displeased. The painfulness of it is really overrated, as hope you're lucky enough to find, out someday, dearest Didi.
He moved deeper still, and now he'd come to grips with my hymen itself. I bit my lips to restrain the cry of alarm which blossomed in my lungs, and my head went back automatically as his penis knocked for admission to my virgin chamber. "Yes," I gasped then, "do it? Break my cherry, darling!"
"Brace yourself, Jill, because it may hurt."
"Nothing you do could ever hurt me, Kerry. Fuck me, please!"
And he did! He fucked me all the way, Didi! His cock rammed at my maidenhead and I couldn't repress the scream of culmination then. Not because it hurt – I didn't feel anything – but because I was making my grand entrance upon the stage of adulthood! Oh, to know that, to feel it in every pore of your being – Didi, there is nothing which can remotely match that experience! How much I miss you, how much I regret that you can't be here with me, perhaps finding your own fulfillment as I am finding mine. I only hope that you're not too bored back in Albany.
But I'm being cruel. I know you're very happy for me, and I know that you're anxious to hear what happened next, so I won't keep you in suspense any longer, dear.
His cock slithered up my hot, hungry channel, and before I could close my lips from that cry of cherry-popped joy, he was in me to the fullest and our bellies were grinding together in the most primeval of rhythms. I closed my eyes as flames of orgasm burst inside my head, and I rocked and rolled where we lay, my cunt a shuddering glove of liquid fire around his inserted prick. He could feel my contractions upon his organ, and he remained pressed to me for a long, long moment, allowing me to pump in delight and ecstasy.
And then he began to fuck me, the way I'd always known a man would someday fuck me. My cunt was raw and vibrant inside, and the fast in-out tempo of his balling made sure that I didn't have time to lose any of my responsiveness. He drove into me so forcefully that his strokes actually bounced me in the water, almost as if I were swimming in on the tide. My body seemed weightless except for the hard, heavy male presence of him in my cunt, and I could almost imagine that we were screwing on a magic carpet high above the clouds. I never wanted it to end, but of course it had to. Kerry pulled me tightly to his chest, and he shook his cock inside me, and I could feel it unloading its cargo of semen. Oh, Didi, each pulsating thrust of his ejaculation was a lesson in body awareness for me, and if I'd climaxed at the start, now I was coming like a geyser. His pricktip moved around thrillingly inside my tight glove of a cunt, and each place it touched me burst spontaneously into an orgasmic explosion of its very own. I had my legs around his body and I locked myself to him, wishing never to part from this boy who had taught me to be a woman.
Later we dragged our sex-weary bodies from the surf, and we collapsed onto a blanket strategically placed on the sands. Kerry built a small fire, we shared some beer and sandwiches and a pipeful of hash, and then we fucked. Again, and again, and again, into the night. The moon smiled its approval upon our writhing, fucking bodies, and my cunt drank again and again of Kerry's nourishing man-juice.
It was nearly dawn when he took me back to the hotel, and I caught bloody hell this morning from Mom, though she doesn't seem to guess my secret yet. But I think I'll have to be more careful in the future. There will be a lot of future, too. Kerry has postponed indefinitely his plans to go home, and I'm going to fuck myself bowlegged with him. God, I wish you could do it, too, Didi, but who are we to question the workings of fate? Some power neither of us can understand has decreed that you must stay in Albany and vegetate, while I'm sent here to the ocean to find the type of ecstasy every woman dreams of, but so few seem to attain.
I know you're not much of a letter writer, but please drop me a line from time to time if you can. Tell me how things are back home. If Kerry leaves me any free moments, I'll try to send you word about how we're progressing, if, of course, you're interested. Oh, I hope you're happy for me, darling. Love and kisses from your friend.
"There really isn't a God," I said aloud, dropping the last sheet of her letter onto my vanity table. I stand at myself in the mirror. Good-looking enough, with a graceful body and more than my fair share of desire. Jill couldn't say a damned thing more about herself. She was no prettier, no better built, no hornier. Yet she'd latched onto nirvana and I'd wound up in the sewer. Somehow it didn't seem fair, and I couldn't believe that any divine providence would let things turn out this way.
Me and Rocky, for example.
"What's wrong?" he'd asked, after I expressed my desire to be escorted home immediately.
"Nothing is wrong," I snapped back, "and nothing is very right, either."
"Didn't you come?"
"Didn't I come?" My eyes blazed in the moonlight. "You gave me exactly five strokes, you oversized jock! I barely had time to catch my breath, let alone come!"
"Well, look," he shot back, "I give you seven inches of gristle, and I rammed it all the way up your tight snatch. All the other girls I've balled have had juicy wet orgasms, and none of them bitched about it afterwards. Are you always this hard to turn on? Jesus, Didi, I thought you were a hot number, the way you were rubbing your pussy all over me in the park. And you were the one who wanted to get right down to fucking. Rubbing my cock under the table all the time I was trying to eat. Licking your lips every time you looked at me. Christ, I'd have had another burger or two if I'd known you were so Goddamned frigid!"
"You gave me seven inches of gristle, huh? Well, I gave you my cherry. But I suppose you were in too much of a hurry to notice, aren't you?"
He grinned, then stuck a finger in his cheek and made a popping sound that I thought was most uncalled for. "You should've told me. I'd have taken more time to break you in. Your cherry, huh? Gee, now that you mention it, though, I don't remember ever hearing anybody talk about fucking you."
"You can do plenty of that flow," I pointed out.
"So let's get going. Okay? Or do I have to walk home by myself?"
"You sure you don't want to try it again? All this talk about your pussy is giving me another hard-on."
"Maybe you can stretch far enough to stick it up your ass," I suggested.
And as soon as I got home, in the privacy of my nom, I could see that my skirt and shirt were both stained pale brown with dried cum. Somehow I knew that those stains would never come out, no matter how hard I scrubbed them. Scratch up for the evening's total cost – one broken cherry, one ruined blouse, ditto one skirt – and a set of illusions shattered beyond repair.
Jill's letter didn't do a thing to help the state of my psyche. Her defloration had of course already been accomplished by the time mine occurred. She'd had a marvelous time, finding paradise in the arms of her Kerry. All I'd gotten from Rocky was a sore pussy. Why did life have to be so unfair? Why should Jill get the fun while I had to take the shit? Even those kids I'd spied on at the park had a better time fucking than I'd experienced. What rankled mast of all, I think, was the notion that here I'd gone and thrown away my cherry all for nothing. I should have let Freddie Miller screw me, way back in eighth grade like he was always panting to do. He was a wimp, sure, but Rocky had turned out to be just as wimpy.
On the other hand, I was semi-experienced now. At least my pussy was opened up, inevitably. I could fuck anyone I wanted and it wouldn't make much difference. But who would I fuck, for Christ's sake? Rocky had probably told everybody in town about busting me, so all the guys would figure I was definitely on the make. Who among them could I expect to give me any better than Rocky had given, though?
Greg Pettit? Jill's big brother was the least wimpy guy I knew, but when he came home from vacation held certainly hear about me on the grapevine. And he'd probably figure I was just your typical teen-age hot pants. Wow! What a transition! In his eyes I'd move directly from kid sister's friend to town slut, with no intervening period for him to take note of me as a flowered woman, desperate for love. Well, anyway, daydreaming about Greg was nothing but a waste of time. It would be terrible if he heard about me and felt contempt – but what if it didn't even matter to him, one way or the other? If he just said, "So what? Who cares about her cunt?" I didn't see a woman in my mirror – all I saw was a loser.
Oh, hell, Didi, I reasoned with myself. You're over dramatizing. Does anyone really care, besides yourself, that Rocky Graham took the first score on you? He probably got so much pussy that he'd already forgotten about mine. As for Greg, he'd never be interested in the first place, no matter how much I wished and fantasized. There are people born to luck out in the game of life and there are people born to score a big fat zip. My friend Jill, it appeared, was among the former. She'd found love on the beach and she'd entered her maturity with beauty and excitement. Guess where that left me?
I could have gotten dressed and gone to the park or to the Burger Castle, just to see if they were talking about me, or to try my luck at getting mated again, but it didn't seem worth the effort. Jill had lent me her paperback of Helter-Skelter, and I might as well pass the time till her return by reading it. The way I felt right then, I needed a cheery subject like the Manson murder cult to brighten me up.