At about the same time her parents were fucking in the kitchen, Amy Messenger was several miles from the tennis court. She was lying on a patch of cool grass in a shady, secluded canyon north of town, her coppery red hair fanned out around her head, and that nice Carver boy from school was very busy licking and sucking the reddish smears of nipples that graced her perky young titties. "Ooooohhhh, Steve," she called in a high, keening voice, her eyes winking open and shut as she savored the attacks of his mouth.
Her nips were limber, red erections, and his lips closed upon them with a vengeance, pulling and twisting as he cupped and fondled her breasts from beneath. Amy was naked except for her panties and tennis shoes. Her white top and skirt lay a few feet away, where they'd fallen when Steve Carver began the delicious process of undressing the willing young girl.
He raised his mouth from her tits, eyes seeking hers. Spittle gleamed on his lips and on Amy's nipples, and her breasts were marked by his teeth, not to mention the red sucker bites that marred her perfect flesh. That was nothing new. Amy was eighteen and she'd been around.
"Kiss me!" she commanded, and he rose to do her bidding. His hands grabbed her breasts, and she arched from the ground so that his palms filled with her squeezable boobs. The nipples were wet and hard against his flesh, and his mouth was wet and soft upon hers. She stuck her tongue into his mouth, jamming it in the way he liked her to do, and he began to suck it the same erotic way he'd sucked her breasts.
"Mmmmm!" Amy sighed, opening her legs so Steve could work one of his between them. She felt his hard muscular thigh saw up and down her crotch, and a tingle radiated from the point of contact, all through her hot young body. They were lying in the shade, but after a moment of that, she felt as warm as if the California sun had been directly overhead, bathing them in its glare. Her thighs closed when his leg was between them, and she clutched at his flesh, drawing it into her even as her hands wrapped round his head and shoulders, pulling him closer, closer, closer.
He kneaded and massaged the firm but limber apples of her tits, fingers digging into her dainty feminine skin, and she knew that he was hot too, as hot as he'd ever been since they began to date. Date? she thought. I told Mom we were going to play tennis. But the only balls that were gonna be socked back and forth… God almighty, he was up big and hard, wasn't he?
Steve ground his loins against her hipbone, treating Amy to a full-frontal feel of the bulge in his pants. She had to admit he was pretty well-hung. He was also a bit stuck-up about it, always wearing tight pants to show off his crotch, and the first time she'd ever gone out with dm, he'd guided her hand to his lap almost as soon as she had her seat belt buckled. They were hardly out of the driveway!
"How do you like this one?" he'd asked her, pressing her fingers down so she couldn't help but feel his most prized possession.
"How do you like this?" she asked in reply, unzipping him. Her hand shot into his pants. He was half-cocked as she began, but before they'd gotten past the first stop light Steven was ragingly erect and virile. They went to a drive-in theater, undid the seat belts and played with each other; but Amy took special tantalizing care not to let him get off. Not yet.
He was aching with need by the time the second feature ended. She'd used her hands on him exclusively, stroking, caressing, masturbating with slow, even strokes, then pulling back each time she sensed him to be near orgasm. He begged, he pleaded, he even ventured a threat, but she merely laughed in gentle mockery. He was painfully erect when they left the drive-in, his cock so hard he couldn't even force it back into his tight pants so that he was forced to drive with his prick sticking out. Amy made sure it didn't get soft, too. She played with him teasingly while he drove to the Burger Castle, keeping him hard, and she covered his rampant pole with her sweater when the carhop brought their order.
And while he nibbled half-heartedly at his cheeseburger and fries, she kept on playing with his prick. Then, without warning, she put her own sandwich on me service tray, wiped her lips with the napkin, and threw her face into his lap. The moment her mouth brushed his cock Steve exploded, cum flying everywhere. It spurted from his pecker in huge, thick gobs, most of it hitting her in the face. She gripped him in her fist, shucking until his cock was empty, and the rest of his seed flowed over her fingers. "How did you like that?" she asked innocently, one thick bubble of cum hanging on the point of her dimpled chin.
Three weeks later they were still dating, but Steve had learned not to twice Amy Messenger for granted.
Well, not too much for granted. He assumed, obviously, that it was okay to strip her, okay to suck her tits, okay to feel her up and down, okay to rub her with his hard-on. And it was okay. Amy loved being the center of attention, and she was certainly that as Steve wiggled her on the ass. Her breasts were throbbing mounds of stimulation and her pussy itched uncontrollably, and she wished to hell and gone he'd put his hand in her panties and do something to scratch that fucking itch.
In a moment he did just that, a hand trailing down her tummy, toying with the waistband of her bikinis, thrusting inside. She was sticky-cunted already, her pubic hair a damp swampy puff, and his finger's pressing touch only increased that juicy stickiness.
"Oaaohhh," she whistled, shivering when his finger sawed up and down the slice, bruising the delicate but eager lips and clit, bruising them with such a luscious intensity that she wanted even more of it. His thigh brushing the outside of her hot panties had been nice, but his knuckle rubbing on her love button was a hell of a lot nicer.
"Ohhhh!! Keep doing that!! I'm gonna come all over your hand!!" she squealed, and in a second or two, she did just that her pussy bubbling out girl-juice, coating his fingers with her stuff while her clit went ring-a-ding-ding and fireworks blasted behind the lids of her tightly-shut eyes. Amy jerked and bumped her pussy against his stroking hand, moving with a growing eagerness which faded suddenly as she slumped back. Her toes wiggled inside her shoes and her thighs undulated softly in rhythm with the heaving of her breasts. She sighed dreamily, then licked her lips, opened her eyes, and gave him a delighted smile. "Mmmm," she purred slyly, "that beats the hell out of playing tennis."
His reply was wordless but very communicative. He took his hand out of her panties, pulled them down to her mid-thighs, then kissed her squarely an the twat. His lips fluttered just enough to tickle, and Amy laughed prettily. "Oh, nasty boy," she said. "Do I taste good?"
"Beats pizza," he said, rising onto his knees. His pants were really punched out in front now, from the thick weight of his erection, and Amy watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he unbelted, unzipped, and hauled his pecker into the sunlight. It was big and hard and the tip was red as a cherry lollipop. Beneath the slanted uptight of his cock dangled a set of stones, encased in a scrotum which looked too small to contain them. Amy lifted onto an elbow and one hand stretched out to caress Steve's peter. She ran her fingertip up and down the well-defined bulge of his urethra canal, then onto the testicles, jiggling them.
"Looks even harder than usual, doesn't it?" Amy asked, eyeing his flushed face. She took him in both hands, relishing the thick masculine feel of him, and she eased in closer, allowing the tip of his cock to rub the upper curves of her tits. Something wet already coated the knob of Steve's dick – a smearing of the male fluid that oozes from the penis to help lubricate a woman for intercourse. She knew that from sex ed class. The thin, watery fluid wetted her breasts as he massaged them with his dong.
Straightening, she cupped a tit from beneath so that the nipple pointed out in stiff offering, and she guided that nipple back and forth across the end of Steve's cock. "Ooohhh, that feels great," he told her. "I wish I could fuck your tits."
"You could try," Amy suggested. She slid his hot cock into her cleavage, then clutched her boobs from the sides, squeezing them together upon Steve's prong. Rocking back and forth, up and down, she let his slick move sensuously in the warm valley of her cleavage. Once or twice his penis thrust high, so that its tip brushed her lightly on the mouth, and each time she fucked in welcome, automatic response, caressing him briefly with her soft full lips.
But she wasn't big-breasted enough to do him justice. Damn, she thought. A-cups may be really chic and stylish, but they weren't the right size to trap a pecker. Sighing, she allowed him to slide free. Her lips opened, and Amy zeroed in, tongue flicking out to lash playfully at the head of Steve's rod.
"Yeah, lick it, baby," he suggested, grabbing her head and guiding her toward his greater pleasure. Amy let herself be directed, and she used her tongue on him constantly. The taste of his aroused flesh was hot upon her lips and she could almost taste the cum that he would soon shoot into her sucking mouth. If he lasted long enough to get it into her mouth, she thought, giggling. Even with her hand steadying him at the root, his cock was jiggling and quivering as if he were about to squirt right now.
She put him into her mouth saying "Come to Amy, darling," and her tongue pressed against his shaft with coy firmness, touching a vein that pulsed in time with his rapidly beating bean. She closed her lips upon him, sucking hard, half his cock thrust into her mouth, the knobby point resting partway back her tongue. Amy caught his nuts in a firm grip and she doubled the tempo of her sucking, oblivious to the rather vulgar smacking slurps she made as she ate him. He certainly didn't seem to mind, far he was intent upon forcing the rest of his hard shaft into her mouth.
"Nnnnnhhhh!!!" Amy grunted in resistance, for she wasn't quite ready for all of it. But he persisted, and with a sigh of acceptance, she yielded, allowing Steve to ram at her with his pick. It slammed in, and she had the tip of him in her throat, but the feeling wasn't at all uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact. She gave her head a perky twist and her tongue flailed the sides of his dick with clever provocation's.
"Oh, suck it, Amy, suck it!" he cried joyously, pulling at her long copper hair, puffing so fiercely that little tears stung in her eyes. She slapped his fingers with her free hand, losing balance where she knelt precariously. Amy swayed forward, nearly skewering herself an his swiftly thrusting dick, and then she swayed backward, almost losing him in the process, and the interruption threw a kink into the rhythm of her cocksucking that she found difficult to repair. She opened her mouth and let him escape altogether while she composed herself and regained the beat. Amy's mouth skated wetly up and down his length from knob to nuts, and she licked and kissed and nibbled the hard flesh where it was slick and gleamy with her drool. God, she thought, from the way he's acting, from the way he's grabbing my head and making those weird chirpy sounds, you'd think he'd never been sucked off before! He was as thrilled as a virgin, Amy supposed.
Well, he wasn't the first guy she'd ever gone down on. And she'd been giving him such good head almost from their first date that he should be used to it by now, wouldn't you think? But still, enthusiasm, because it was a commitment to her sucking abilities. Amy kissed his cock again, took it just below the point, and, as her finger and thumb held him steady, she moved with lips fucked, ready to swallow his sword once again.
"Uh, listen… Amy…" She looked up, still fucked, still holding him. The end of his cock was barely an inch from her lips and she breathed upon it softly. Steve put his hands on her shoulders and settled onto his haunches, facing her. "Amy," he said again, "why don't you let me… why don't you let me put my cock in you?"
Amy shook her head, lips still making a kissy-face.
"Oh, please!" he went on, eyebrows lifting in a facial plea. "Let me fuck you. Well, Christ, Amy, why not? I mean, here we are. You're naked and I'm naked, and I've got the hardest hard-on anybody ever heard of, and your pussy is sopping wet. C'mon!" He wrenched at her then, as if he meant to lay her down forcibly.
Amy still had him by the peter, and she replied to that wrenching twist with one of her own. His face went white and then very red and Steve yelped in pain as she squeezed and jerked his cock too roughly to be making love. "Ouch, damn it!" he hollered, letting go at once.
"That's better," Amy said evenly. She started to pet his prick, as if in apology for using it so savagely a moment ago. If she'd been rough then, she was ultra-gentle now, and his cock remained stiff in her hand. "I don't want to be a bitch," she told him. "But I just don't think I'm ready to do it. Not yet."
"When?" Steve asked. "We've been dating for three fucking weeks. Aren't you ever going to let me ball you?"
"When I'm ready. And like I told you, I don't think I'm ready. Oh, for Christ's sake, Steve – I've been a virgin for eighteen years! Do I have to throw it away without thinking it over just because you're too horny for your own good? What's the matter, anyway? Doesn't this satisfy you anymore?" And with that, she took him into her mouth again, treating Steve's prick to the most sensuous technique in her repertoire, teasing him with lips and tongue, sucking, licking, pulling, until he began to move in and out with growing excitement. And then she opened her mouth and slipped him out once more, her fist closing around his prong while she stared up at him. Well? her expression read.
"God, I love it when you suck me," he replied, voice shaking a bit. Good, she thought. That made two of them who enjoyed his cock in her mouth. "But I want to fuck you too, Amy! I want to lay you down on the grass, and open you up with my body, and I want to use my cock on your cunt till your eyes bug out and you're screaming for me to put it in you. And then I'd slip it in, real slow and easy, until you smiled – the way you smile when I touch your pussy and my fingers start to diddle your clit. And when you were ready, Amy, when you were really primed and ready, and your cunt was dripping – the way it's dripping now – I'd stuff my dick up you and fuck till you had cum oozing out your ears! Oh, Jeez, I can feel your pussy on me right now, all wet and hot and tight. And sweet, too. So fucking sweet… Don't you want that too, Amy? Don't you dream about it the way I do?"
"Sometimes," Amy confessed in a high, thin voice, her fist unconsciously tightening on Steve's dork. And sometimes was a little less than outright truth, because she thought about it and dreamed about it a hell of a lot. Oh, sure, using mouths and fingers on each other was neat, and she had groovy orgasms when he did her up, but everybody knew that screwing was where it was really at. Only trouble was, she didn't know if she really wanted to screw Steve.
He was cute and he was nice to be with, but did that mean she owed him her cherry? Shouldn't a girl's first fuck be something memorable? Shouldn't it mean something? Mary Beth, at school, had started at eighteen; she'd fuck anything on two legs, and she always said a maidenhead was something to be disposed of as soon as possible so you could get into the fun. A little pain, a little ping, and then the education began. Of course, everyone knew that Mary Beth also despised her mother. She used to tell her old lady all the details every time she screwed a boy, just so she could watch her mom cry and have hysterics. Connie, on the other hand, who had done it several times, and Vickie, who like Amy had never done it all the way, both argued that it was an experience best saved for someone really special. It could only happen once, after all. Popped cherries didn't grow back. And, said Connie, if you were in love when you did it, you hardly even felt the pain as the hymen ripped.
As for Amy Messenger, she simply wasn't sure. Both viewpoints seemed to make at least a little sense, and she couldn't reconcile the alternatives enough to make up her own mind.
Like, what would she tell her true love when they made it for the first time? "Uh, darling, I got busted by some guy I knew in high school. Don't remember his name, but it seems to me that he was kinda cute. And he said he was so horny he just couldn't stand it, so I let him rip off a slice…" She had no idea of when or where she might meet that hypothetical true love, but she was pretty sure Steve wasn't her destined soulmate. They might not even be going together by fall – especially if she kept on putting him off when he wanted some nookie.
"Anyway," she want on, "you've got a lot of nerve using that old B.S. on me. It's about as subtle as 'Put out or get out!', you know. In fact, I'm so offended I may not even finish sucking you off." She let go of his cock and went onto her knees, hands dropping to pull her panties back into place. Amy pulled them up, cutting off his view of her red-brown beaver. She sighed then, her tits jiggling an invitation to his eyes.
"Oh, Amy, I'm sorry," he apologized. He took tine of her hands and led it to his cock, which was still thrust out in a spit-frothy erection. "You can't work me up and leave me hanging, can you?"
She made a face, as if she were giving the matter extensive study. "I won't hassle you any more," he promised. "Honest to God, I won't. You can make up your own mind, and, whenever you're ready, we'll do it. And not a second earlier. So will you finish me off, halt, please?"
Shit, Amy told herself, he almost sounds as if he believes it! And the next time we go anyplace, he'll be an me again, begging me to open up while be sticks it in. Sure as the sun comes up, in the morning. She squeezed his prick, thinking, would it really be such a terrible thing to let him have it? Did any guy – even her fantasy Prince Charming – honestly expect that his woman come to him pristine and untouched by human hands?
After all, fucking consisted of nothing more complex than a cock entering her slit and jiggling around until she and her screwer orgasmed. Was that such a big deal? Half her friends had been screwed already, and most of the rest were angling for it. None of them seemed to give the matter any philosophical consideration at all. Could Amy be simply indulging in some half-assed schoolgirl romantic fantasies? Perhaps she was missing out on a hell of a lot.
Too bad, she thought, that her parents had always been so open with her. They didn't make sex into a dirty mystery; if she had questions, those questions were answered honestly. Most wild girls were either trying to get attention from neglectful parents or else rebelling against strict dirty-minded ones. Amy's parents doted upon her and her brother, and she didn't need to rebel. Maybe that was why she didn't feel like rushing into a sexual relationship now, at eighteen, merely because a boyfriend demanded it of her.
She knew she was pretty and well built, and guys had been after her from the time she started to fill out. There was a time when she wouldn't even touch a bare dick, let alone suck it, but that was two or three years ago. She wondered, kissing Steve's peter, how many more refusals she had in her.
"Yeah, Amy girl," he said happily, patting her head with conscious restraint. This time there was no hair-pulling as she took him deeply, and she was free to concentrate on the job between her lips.
Maybe job wasn't the right word for it. She grooved on the feeling of a hard, hot dick in her mouth, and she had ever since summer before last when she'd done it for the first time. It was David Freeman's, and she'd been going with him for a couple of months. After the ninth-grade graduation party, at the end of the school year, she'd gone walking with him into the woods on the far side of the soccer field. David wasn't as big-cocked as Steve, but he was really horny for a kid just graduating from junior high, and they got into some heavy making out in the bushes. His cock was in her hand, and she felt the viscous flow of his hot semen as they kissed and rolled together. Amy had already tasted his semen, licking it surreptitiously from her fingers on an earlier make-out session, and though the flavor was weird, it wasn't at all unpleasant. She'd already made up her mind that tonight would be the night. Her first time.
David sorta collapsed in her hand when that orgasm shot through him, and in a flash Amy was turned around, kissing the sticky stuff from his dick, licking until he sprang up again, super-hard and throbbing in her fist. And despite his eagerness and excitement, it took him a long time to reach his second climax. Amy sucked him till her jaws ached, and he only seemed to get harder and harder. But when he exploded and his slimy cum shot down her throat – wow!! To feel all the male power, trapped and helpless inside her locking lips and teeth – to hear him groan in delirium each time his cock shuddered and spat out another bubble of jism – God, she masturbated all the next week remembering! If David could have worked up a third erection, which was unlikely after the gallon of seed he blasted into Amy's mouth, she might… just might… have offered him her cherry there, in the woods beyond the soccer field.
But he didn't, and she didn't, and now, two years later, Amy was still a virgin and quite busy sucking another boy's cock. The act still excited her, especially when the cock vomited semen and she slurped it down, but she no longer lost her head in the fever of the moment. It was more like a hobby than a passion, now, and she knew she was good at it, but she no longer got a contact high from knowing that she'd brought off her man orally. The guy had to do his share in return. Amy so expected, so demanded. Fair was fair.
Well, Steve had gotten her off with his talented finger, and she really ought to get him off now, with her sweet sensitive mouth. Amy cupped his balls and started to suck him for real. No screwing around, no game playing. She ate him the way a cock should be eaten.
She could take him deeply, freely, naturally, and when he pushed into her mouth, he stabbed right to the entrance of her throat. She liked to feel him there, like a big lump of food she couldn't quite swallow, and she held her head steady, tongue switching from side to side beneath his shafting dick.
Then she slightly loosened the ring of her lips, and he slid wetly from her mouth, only to plunge in again, so deeply this time that his balls bounced on her dimpled chin. The hair on his scrotum tickled her face too, and she giggled around the frilly imbedded penis, making it quiver for a long delightful moment which Steve dug as much as she did. He was holding her skull, maneuvering it, but not attempting to take control of the act from Amy. She appreciated that, and she demonstrated her appreciation by the pitter-patter of her tongue all around the barrel of his friendly weapon.
And as she suckled his swollen member, Amy let one hand slip discreetly into her bikini panties. She closed her fingers on the cuntal bulge, squeezing as the length of her middle finger pressed directly upon the tight moist line of her gash itself. Her cunt was a nubby little bump, ripe for tickling, and she tickled it splendidly. She felt her love button stiffen and tingle, and she rubbed all the harder, thighs closing rhythmically on the hand wedged between them, and simultaneously her head moved faster on Steve's pecker.
Each stroke pulled him deeper into Amy's throat, and she gulped as she took him again and again. Excitement bubbled erotic passion in her cunt as she went through the pattern of squeeze-suck, squeeze-suck, doing herself, doing him, and she breathed harder as her second orgasm became a distinct probability. Her teeth gnawed, though restrainedly at Steve's prong, and she heard him groan musically. Her tongue flailed his driving dick, bathing circles around it, and she could already taste the little spurts of mum that were oozing uncontrollably from him as he warmed up for the main event. His seed was tangy, like spice upon her tongue, and she relished it.
In another moment or two she felt him shudder, a powerful vibration that rippled through the stalk of his prong, and Amy knew that he was there at last. She whipped a middle finger into her pussy, found herself hot as a live wire. Her snatch muscles sucked at the finger as greedily as her mouth swallowed Steve's peter, and she stabbed herself deeply, whining and singing round his tool as the pleasure swelled to almost unendurable heights.
It was the moment of truth. She could feel her orgasm, a fire in her cunt, and she wanted to clench her teeth and groan through their clench as it happened to her. Amy opened her mouth, spitting out Steve's cock lest she bite it in two, and she seized it with her free hand. She pressed the tip of his rod to her closed, trilling lips, and she began to work her hand on him in counterpoint to the other hand busy in her snatch. He seized her head in both his hands and swayed from side to side, chanting in rapture, "I'm gonna come, Amy. I'm… gonnnnaaaa COOOOMMMMMEE!!" and almost before she knew it, he was coming, drenching her flushed face with the hot, thick lashings of his sperm. She accepted his discharge, humping the finger buried in her snatch, and just as one really thick glob splattered her right eyebrow and oozed southward across her tightly-shut eyelid, Amy cried aloud, "Me tooooo!!"
She sank down upon her impaling finger, burying it to the hilt, and God it was tight! It was like a sword of red flame thrust into her pussy. How in the name of shit, she asked herself, hunching it, could she ever dream of being so impaled by a man's dick? It would tear her to shreds. Still – Amy opened her mouth to moan, and as she did, Steve thrust in his cock, dumping one or two final bursts of seed onto her fluttering pink tongue. She scooped the stuff back, into her throat, and she used her head on him till he'd finished squirting and his dick began to melt in her salivating mouth.
Oh, it was good, she thought, it was really good! Her twat was still milking and massaging the finger buried in it, and her cunt thumped madly as she pressed it with her thumb to make that drum-like throbbing last an eternity. She was sore-snatched, true, but it wasn't a painful kind of sore. It was a satisfying ache, a satisfied twinge of pleasure. Amy sank back, stretching out on the grass. Her hand was stuffed in her panties and her knees were up, twitching slightly.
Maybe I am missing out on a lot, she told herself, sniffing the cunty aroma which seeped from her wet-crotch panties. Maybe I should give in, let him screw me. Virginity was more than a mere hymen, anyway. Did it matter if she still had her cherry, when she wasn't too proud to eat and be eaten, to finger and he fingered? Wasn't that kind of hypocritical?
"Mmm, no," she said as Steve stretched beside her, his hands making for her tits. "I think I'm banging out. Get me my purse outa the car, would you? I need my Handi-wipes. If I stroll into the Burger Castle with cum all over my face, somebody might think I'm a naughty girl."
And as he went obediently to the car, Amy thought, perhaps… But she'd have to think about it. An awful lot. Steve was taking her swimming tomorrow; he'd be horny again. Could she have a definite answer for him by then? And would it be the right answer?