Bob woke up the next morning with two throbbing heads. One was on top of his spine. The other on top of his cock.
"Oh, shit! Too much fucking wine," he groaned out loud. "My first hangover. It's the shits!"
He looked down at his other aching head. His first thought, when his eyes opened, was about the picnic-orgy in the woods. If only he could tell his buddies in the barracks about it, when he got back to the school after his leave. His hard-on demanded jacking-off. He closed his eyes and relived every stroke of his cock in the soft pussy slit had been into. His cock shot off after just a few hard strokes.
Coming helped. But not enough, he had a problem. If he didn't go back to the school with a for real fucking encounter that he could talk about, the guys would call him a queer. A whole fuckin' leave, man, and you didn't bang a single chick? He could hear than jeering him. But he wasn't about to tell them he screwed his sister. And his own mother!
Bob stood under the cold shower until he couldn't stand it any longer. He dressed in his best shirt and slacks, and fired up his rented motorbike. It purred smoothly, taking him down the streets to Arnold's Coffee Shop. He had to pick up a chick and bang her. No way was he going back to school without a notch in his gun that he could brag openly about.
Over coffee that he really didn't want, he looked around the hangout for a likely prospect to get his hard cock into. After a semester away, in military school, the faces in the shop had changed.
Shit! It was hopeless. No! Wait. The redhead in the corner, by the juice box. He took his coffee and boldly walked over to her table. "Aren't you Ginger? Ginger Callahan?"
The busty carrot-top looked up at him, her eyes pausing on his swelling in his pants before traveling up his muscular body to his handsome face. Her heart skipped when his soft bedroom-eyes looked down her blouse. She realized her top buttons had come undone. He could see way down into the soft valley between her full tits.
"Yes, I'm Ginger. Oh! You're Bob… Bob Reynolds."
"Right. Hey, you've grown up, Ginger." He sat down beside her, his leg brushing against hers. Now she couldn't see his cock getting hard from peeking at her exposed tits.
The talked up a storm, catching, up on each other's news since he'd been in her class at the high school. The more they talked, the more sure Bob became that he could fuck this chick. She didn't seem to mind his arm around her neck, or his leg pressing against hers. And she had not buttoned up her blouse! Her bra was thin. He could see her nipples rising up and poking out at him when he felt her bare knee.
It didn't take much talking to get her on his motorbike, headed out of town. Bob felt he had to move fast. His leave was almost over. She was an unknown quantity. They'd never dated. And he hadn't ever picked up on any rumors about her. Would she fuck? No guy he knew had ever said he'd gotten into her pants.
He found the same spot where he and Bunny had gotten it on. Ginger lay down on the grass beside him. Bob noticed she was rubbing her hands together, and realized hiss own hands were sweating and shaking a little. Was she thinking about playing with his cock?
They were quiet. Bob couldn't think of any more chatter to amuse her with. He wanted to fuck her! His hard-on was driving him batty. Now that he knew what it was like to be blown and screwed until his balls ached, playing around wasn't for him!
Without a word, he rolled on his side and put his arm under her shoulders. His mouth found hers. She opened her lips. Her tongue swooped into his mouth. Jesus she was hot!
Her full tit swelled under his exploring hand. The buttons on her blouse opened real easy. He pushed his hand under her thin strap. Ginger caught her breath. Her hard nipple burned into his paint like the tip of a red-hot poker. She clung to him, grinding her pussy-mound against his aching prick.
"Where's the damn catch on this thing?" Bob muttered, fumbling with her bra. She raised up and released it. His hand covered her trembling white tit. Jesus! She had beautiful creamy skin! Big nipples. Both of them. Perfectly matched, stiff, tasty nipples. Ginger's hand cupped his crotch, her fingers working, squeezing, driving him wild with his urge to fuck!
She lay back, her tits rising and falling rapidly. She didn't mind him staring at her tits. Her free hat moved his head from one nipple to the other. She writhed and twisted under his sucking mouth. God! He had it made! Now he'd have a story for the guys at school that would cream their jeans!
"Take my cock out," he whispered in her ear.
"I-I'm afraid to. You'll get too hot. You'll want to do it to me."
Bob raised up, looking down at her flushed face. "Don't you want to go all the way?"
Her hand clung to the bulge in his pants. She felt the wet spot that had grown bigger than a silver dollar. His cock was pumping pre-cum like it had gone bananas!
"I want to make love with you, Bob. You really turn me on. Your mouth… but… I'm cherry."
She bit her lip, almost ashamed of the confession she had to make. To be a virgin didn't put a girl with the in-crowd. That's why she had been sitting alone at the table in the coffee shop. She'd never put out, and the guys in town passed her up for chicks that fucked at the click of a belt buckle.
"Cherry!" Bob said. "Cherry! You! But you come on like a house afire! You want to fuck, don't you? Admit it! You want to feel my cock going into your cunt!"
"Yes," she almost shouted. "But it will hurt! I-I listened to my sister screaming when – when our daddy fucked her virgin cunt. It scared the hell out of me. I can't forget that night."
Bob kissed her. Long. Hard. Hotly. She began to squirm around against him. He pulled his zipper down and took his hard cock out and laid in smack on her hand.
"I won't hurt you. I'll be good to you, Ginger."
When her fingers closed around his throbbing cock-shaft, she was lost. Her cherry gone. Right then. Her resistance faded like a tiny puff of smoke.
"God, but it's hard!" Ginger gasped. She rolled away from him, sitting up. Her full tits swung out from her open blouse. She stared at how thick his cock was. How heavy and strong it felt. She shuddered with fear and anticipation. Her hand moved timidly. She caught her breath when his cock jerked in her fist.
Ginger resisted when he tried to push her down on her back. He rolled on top of her, then decided he was moving her along too damn fast. She clung to his prick, but her knees seemed welded together.
"Relax, honey. I promise not to hurt you. I won't do anything you don't really want me to. And… and I'll stop the minute you tell me to."
What bullshit he was feeding her! He was ashamed of himself. But Bob knew from the way she squeezed his red-hot prick that she really wanted to be fucked!
His hand tugged her skirt up. His fingers cupped her soaked nylon crotch. Ginger whimpered, but her hips had begun thrusting up. Her knees parted. Her hand moved up and down on him. Her mouth opened. She panted, licking her dry lips.
His finger cased in under the edge of her panties. Her legs opened a bit more. Her thumb rubbed his wet cock-head until he was sure he'd come before he even got into her pussy!
"Oh. Oh, Bob. You make my clit feel so good! It tickles and tingles! Here – push my panties away." She lifted up so he could slip her panties down her full ass cheeks and down to her ankles. She kicked them off, but promptly closed her legs tightly again.
Bob knew how to get her going. Fast! How to melt every shred of resistance. He leaned over.
Ginger felt his hot breath on her naked pussy. Her clit leaped up out of its nest of curly red hair.
"Your cunt smells so good," Bob whispered.
His tongue flicked out… Ginger gasped. Her cunt came up against the pressure of his broad tongue delving into her moist pussy-slit.
"Aaaaawwwww," she moaned. "Lick me. Oh, Jesus! Lick my cunt, Bob!"
The way she shook under his mouth – and the way every muscle in her beautiful body tensed and resisted his efforts to get her legs open – really turned the teen on! It was good to have to fight for it. But not too much.
He pried her knees apart, sucking her slick cunt with ever technique he knew, to break her down completely. Her knees lifted. Her pussy opened like a spring bud. Her hands flew to his thick hair, pulling his head tightly against her crotch.
"Suck! Suck! Suck me!" Ginger panted.
He got her legs open wide and pushed up against her heaving tits. He licked her from clit to asshole. The heat from her body felt like the blast from a furnace! Her cunt-flesh was, smooth as velvet. She was shaking with fuck-lust, whether she knew it or not!
Bob wanted to switch around. To slide his aching cock into her wide mouth. The way she French-kissed told him she'd be a terrific cock licker! But he was afraid to move her down the path to total surrender too fast.
"You've got a sensational pussy, Ginger," Bob told her. She looked at his misty eyes. At his full lips wet with her cunt-juice. She groaned and pushed his head back down.
"Don't stop licking me. Please don't stop! Ever! Ever!"
Bob would have been willing to suck on her cunt for the rest of the day, if his mother and sister hadn't taught him how fantastic it was to get into real fucking. Real sex. This is what she had to learn. Now!
The taut skin of his prick was slick with his juice. And she was so wet he knew he could slide at least his cock-head into her virgin cunt without her flashing back to the night she'd laid cringing and crying in her bed, listening to her daddy rape her sister.
Bob got between her legs. She whimpered when she felt his mouth leave her pussy. Her arms went around his neck. She cracked his spine, hugging him so damn tight. But her legs stayed open. His cock-tip pushed between her wet cunt-lips. It moved against the tight opening to her cunt-tunnel.
"Do it! Push that cock into me! Fuck me, Bob! Fuck me hard! I want it! I want it!"
His arms slid under her. His fingers curled back, gripping her shoulders. He pinned her down with his weight. She was going to stay right there. Nailed to the grass, while he got every inch of his aching cock into her pink pussy.
His cock moved in. He felt her cunt-muscles tighten. His cock bent. He pushed harder. Eased back. Drove in again. Not too fast, Bob, he told himself. Don't hurt her. Make her want to fuck so badly she'll piss all over you.
"Is… is your cock in me?" Ginger asked. Her voice sounded choked. "I'm so hot I can't tell what's happening down there."
"It's in. Almost. And it didn't hurt at all, did it?"
He was lying. She hadn't taken even half of his long cock. But he wanted her to feel confident. Hot! Fear and good fucking don't go hand in hand.
His hips worked his heavy cock into her resisting cunt a little farther. She clung to him, kissing him frantically. Her hips churned under him, as though she already had taken all his prick and he was pressing against the very bottom of her pussy-hole.
Enough of this take-it-easy stuff, Bob thought. I'll blow-off any second. She has to get it all in her, so I can lay and soak in her cunt in case I shoot before she gets all of me in there!
He pushed like hell. Ginger bit his lip. She drew blood. Her nails dug into his back. Her hips suddenly whipped up. She slammed his cock all the way in. She really took her own cherry!
Her sharp explosive gasp of joy told him she loved it! Her cunt working on his rhythmically screwing cock told him he had all the hot fucking he could handle. It was here. Under him. She fucked with wild, hot jerks. But she'd calm down. She would learn how to handle his cock in her pussy. He had experienced it with his sister. Girls learn fast!
"You are terrific, Ginger. You fuck beautifully. You're driving me crazy!"
Blinding lightning bolts of pure pleasure flashed before Ginger's closed eyes; her mouth sagged open. Only soft gasps of ecstasy came out. Her cunt was so tight Bob felt he'd put his prick into a red-hot vise. Ginger's cunt-drippings oozed down her crack, soaking her fluttering asshole. Her hands found his hips. She began to work his cock in and out of her hot cunt like a seasoned pro. The ex-virgin had learned how to fuck twice as fast as Bunny had!
"Ahhh," Ginger hummed, deep in her throat.
Bob sighed. With real feeling! No bullshit now. He was in. And she was terrific!
His cock suddenly took him over. Ginger panted and tried to bite his cheek. The girl was a damn tiger when she really got going. Her sharp nails dug into his wrists. She put her marks on his flesh. And her cunt was driving him along toward an orgasm that would empty his balls. Much too soon!
Bob's dick stroked into her snatch like a big driving piston. She gave him every stroke right back. She fucked like a mad-woman. But it began to dawn on him that she hadn't come. Bunny would have made it four times by now. Didn't she know how to get off? Oh, shit! His cock felt like it was going to blow right off his body!
Suddenly, he grunted with surprise. Her fingers twisted in his hair. She clenched her fingers, holding his face over hers. She looked into his eyes, her cunt fluttering around his cock.
"Bob! Fuck me in my ass!"
"What!"
"Yes! Yes! I want you to. I've waited so long to give in to a teen. I want to do everything with you. All of it! Everything I've ever heard about. I want you to put that hard cock up my asshole!"
She gave him no time to digest what she'd demanded. She was stronger than any girl he'd ever tackled. Ginger slid out from under him, tossing him off her sweating body.
On hands and knees, her head bending down to look between her open legs, she wiggled her ass and reached back to hold her ass cheeks open.
"Put it in me! Right there! Right up my asshole!"
Bob shuffled up to her on his knees. His shaking hands lifted his cock and put the wide cock-head in the center of her brown asshole. He shoved. To his astonishment, she took him in one wild push!
"Oh, God in heaven!"
Ginger bent down, resting on her forearms. Her hands clutched her head. She held still, biting her lips, feeling his rigid cock sliding in and out of her asshole.
"It's heaven! I love it!"
What a wild chick he'd picked up! Bob couldn't believe his good luck. The guys at the school would have to be told this story bit by bit. He could make it last a week! If he lived to tell it at all. She was screwing his cock off!
Bob jerked his rod out of her asshole and lowered his sights. He slammed into her bleeding pussy. Wham! Ginger gasped, grabbing for her shaking tits. Her fingers twisted her nipples. Her tongue hung out. Her cunt flowed quarts of hot pussy-juice.
"I want more! More cock! Fuck me harder! Rape me! Do it to me, Daddy!"
Holy Christ! The chick was flipping out on him! Bob was almost past the point of caring about coming. And for whatever reason, he'd never felt her have a single orgasm! This hot fucker was one for the book!
He turned her over on her back, determined to make her come. His cock ripped into her cunt again. His mouth found her stiff nipple. He held her hands to keep her from raking his flesh with her sharp nails. The bitch was an out-of-control tigress!
"Come. Damn it. Get yourself off, Ginger!"
"No! I don't care about coming. I can do that with my own fingers. I wanna fuck."
Bob looked down into her wild eyes. At her white teeth bared in a grimace of pure lust. She was gone. Off on a trip. A fuck trip. Like she was using his cock to try all the tricks her snotty girlfriends had teased her about not knowing. He'd show her. He would make her come if it took until next Wednesday!
Bob gradually slowed down. His cock was buried to the balls in her soaked pussy. She whimpered and tried to make him keep on stroking into her.
"Listen. Listen to me, Ginger."
Her eyes blinked and slowly focused on his face. "Wha… what's wrong, honey?"
"Nothing. But you said you wanted to do everything. I'm gonna take my cock out of your cunt. I'm gonna turn around. And then you are going to get your pussy sucked so good you'll go ape. But you have to do it to me, too. You have to suck me off."
That's all she said. He felt her soft hands sliding his rigid cock in between her parted lips. Her tongue flicked around on his velvet-skinned cockhead. She took more of him. Ginger choked and jerked her head back. She tried again. Now she had it. Bob grinned to himself, smiling into her wet cunt. The hot bitch loved to suck a teen's cock! Just as much as he loved to lick her quivering cunt!
His hands slid under her ass. She tilted her hips, offering his mouth everything she had. Both holes! And he worked wonders with his talented tongue. She was on her way to an orgasm. He knew it!
"Oh! Oh!"
His tongue on her, clit did it for her. Ginger pushed his cock away, gasping for her breath. Her thighs closed around his head. She sucked his cock, drawing her head back only to gasp for breath. She felt like she had iron bands clamping her heaving chest. Her clit sent urgent come-signals whipping up her spine.
Ginger's loud wail of ecstasy made the chirping birds in the pine trees take flight in sudden terror. Her cry rang through the trees. Bob felt every muscle in her body tense up. She kept coming and coming. Over and over again. Her teeth closed on his cock, muffling her shrieks of delight.
Bob could not hold back! His cock jerked. He shot hot angry jets of cum into her throat. Ginger choked and shook convulsively, but she kept him in her mouth, swallowing all she could. Ever so slowly, her jaw muscles reined. Her pussy stopped clamping down. Her hands fell limply down to the grass.
Bob sat up, looking at her closed eyes. Ginger's huge white tits gleaming in the sunlight. At her puff of red hair that didn't keep him from seeing her flaming red cunt lips.
"You are one wild chick. You know that," Ginger smiled softly. Her finger rubbed over her erect clit. "And you are the first guy, ever, to fuck. And to make me come!"
She sat up, her finger sliding into her newly opened cunthole. "There's more we can do, isn't there? I want to try everything in the damn sex manual! And I want to do it all with you!"
Bob leaned over to kiss her. Her lips were dry, but oh so soft. "There's more. We've all the rest of the day to get it on. Are you ready to go again?"
She took his finger and pushed it into her cunt. She was ready!