Michelle Ames stopped from the shower and hastily grabbed for a towel. If she didn't hurry, she was going to be late for her date with Kurt. Still as she dried herself off, she couldn't resist looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She was eighteen and she had a feeling that her body would never be more beautiful.
Michelle was a tall girl, around five feet eight, and slender, but certainly not skinny. Lithe, tan, graceful, she had long good legs, a tiny waist, and perfectly round firm breasts about the size of grapefruits. She knew her tits were pretty. Kurt especially liked the small light pink nipples.
She blushed, thinking of her fiance, Kurt. There were parts of her that even he hadn't seen, like the small triangle of light blonde curls at the base of her belly. Only when they were married would she allow him to see her completely naked-IF she could hold out that long. Sometimes it was very, very hard to resist Kurt.
Michelle felt a familiar glowing heat in her pussy, a sudden swelling and moistening that she always experienced when she thought of Kurt and his love-making. Lately she couldn't think of him at all without getting horny. If only they had enough money to get married right away, instead of postponing it for a year.
Michelle had just graduated from high school and, like most of the girls in her class, she wanted to get married and have a family. But she and Kurt, who was twenty and worked as a mechanic, wanted to make sure they had enough money to live decently, so they decided Michelle had better work for a year. She'd found a job at a resort hotel as a maid.
That was all very well, except that Michelle was an old-fashioned girl and was determined to remain a virgin till her wedding night. THAT was getting to be a real drag.
"Oh, hell," Michelle muttered to herself.
No use fretting about it. Somehow she'd get
through this year, and then she'd marry Kurt and live happily ever after-if all the rumors were true. Fucking was supposed to be the most far out pleasure in the world, and she certainly looked forward to finding out.
Michelle put on a clinging jersey and tight hip-hugging pants, a matching pink outfit. She brushed her shining-clean shoulder-length blonde hair, but she didn't put on any make-up. She didn't need it, not with her glowing smooth teenage face. Just as she finished stepping into her sandals, she heard Kurt drive up in front of the house and honk his horn.
"So long, folks, I'm leaving," she called to her parents.
As she raced down the sidewalk toward Kurt's car, she suddenly remembered that she'd forgotten to put on a bra. Her plump round tits were wobbling like crazy, and judging from Kurt's stare, it must have been quite a spectacle. Michelle blushed-but it was too late to do anything else about it. They liked to be on time for the movies.
"Hi, beautiful," Kurt said, holding the door open for her.
"Hi, lover," Michelle said, giving him a quick kiss.
She felt a hot melting sensation in her crotch just from looking at him. Kurt was an attractive guy, brown and lean and muscular. She snuggled close to him as he drove. She knew that later, after the movies, they'd park somewhere and she'd be tempted again-but she wouldn't worry about that now.
Kurt kept glancing down at her chest, where her
small erect nipples made little bumps in her tight pink jersey. Michelle giggled and said, "Hey, you dirty old man-eyes on the road."
"Bitch," Kurt chuckled. "If you insist, but it ain't easy."
Michelle had trouble keeping her mind on the movie. She decided that violence isn't nearly as interesting as sex. And sex seemed to be all she thought of lately. Many of her girlfriends were getting married that summer, and there was of course a lot of talking and giggling about wedding nights. Michelle envied those girls with all her heart. They at least were finding out what it was all about, what it was like to ball.
After the movies Kurt drove out to the lake and parked in their favorite spot. It had a good view of the moonlit water, but it was back in the trees where no patrolling cops were likely to interrupt at a delicate moment. Kurt put on a tape of sentimental country-western songs, their personal favorites, and then he slipped his arm around Michelle's shoulders and drew her toward him.
"Kurt-" she started.
Too late. His mouth crushed hers, kissing her hungrily, and she was lost in sudden hot excitement. She'd been going to tell him to go easy tonight, not get too worked up. After all, they had a whole year to wait before they could get married. It could be a pretty frustrating year if they didn't control themselves.
But there was no question of control right now. Kurt thrust his slick tongue into her mouth, and Michelle felt her belly do a lusty flip-flop. She hugged Kurt tightly to her, her sensitive breasts
flattened against his chest, and she wiggled her tongue hotly against his. She felt a welding rush of moisture to the crotch of her panties, the uncontrollable creaming of her cunt.
"Oh, Christ," Kurt sighed. He kissed her face, nose, ears. "How we gonna wait a whole year, baby? I want you now,"
"I know," Michelle said wistfully, "but we've been through this all before, Kurt. You know I'd never forgive myself if I did it before we were married. I know it's hard to wait. It's hard for me, too, believe me. But I have my beliefs."
Kurt suddenly twisted away from her and lit a cigarette. He stared moodily out the window at the dark lake. Michelle knew what was wrong he'd just been pushed too far for one evening. He was so achingly horny, he had to let it out some way. She couldn't blame him for losing his temper-but what could she do about it? The thing he wanted-her virginity-was the one thing she wouldn't give.
"Kurt," she said gently, "I'm really sorry. I wish there was something I could do."
"There is," he said hoarsely, still not looking at her.
"Oh, Kurt, let's not argue about that again, Michelle said wearily. "I just won't go all the way, and that's that."
"No, that isn't what I mean," he said, turning to her at last. His brown eyes were glowing hotly, reflecting his pent-up lust. "We can satisfy each other without going all the way, honey. Fucking isn't the only way to get off."
Michelle blushed and stammered, "W-.What do you mean, Kurt? I don't understand. How can we
get off' if we don't, uh, do it?"
He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her close to him again, whispering eagerly in her ear, "By touching. By kissing. By licking. Dig it, baby, I can bring you off all kinds of ways, and you can do the same for me. It's not as great as balling, but it sure beats never coming at all."
Michelle's face was beet red by now. She'd heard vaguely of the practices Kurt was talking about, but somehow she had the notion that they were only done by whores and perverts. She wondered how Kurt had found out about them.
"Kurt," she said nervously, "how come you know these things? How do you KNOW they're not better than balling?"
He sighed impatiently. "Honey, I'm a little older than you, and I've been around. Let's leave it at that. Just let me show you what I'm talking about, okay? I promise I won't go too far, honest."
"Well, all right," Michelle said doubtfully, "if you really promise."
He didn't reply to that he was too impatient. He just eased her down onto the seat of the car and pushed up her jersey. Michelle blushed but didn't protest. Somehow he'd gotten over this limit a few months ago, looking at her bare breasts. It wasn't right, she knew, but at least it didn't affect her virginity.
"You got such pretty tits," he whispered. "You like me to touch 'em, too, don't you, baby?"
Michelle just blushed. It was true, she really did get very excited when Kurt played with her breasts, but she felt too ashamed to admit it. She looked down and saw what he was admiring, two
perfectly round firm milky-white globes capped with small nub-like pink nipples. Her nipples always went erect when she got horny.
"Oh, baby," Kurt moaned.
He pressed his face against her naked boobs, his skin hot and glowing. He kissed all over her tender tits, and then his tongue flicked out. Michelle felt another hot burst of cream in the crotch of her panties. He was going to lick her nipples… Just the thought of it drove her wild.
"Kurt, no, maybe I better go home," she gasped. He paid no attention. His slick gleaming tongue flicked teasingly back and forth over her left nipple, gathering speed and pressure. Michelle felt electric jolts of pleasure radiating out from her breasts and down into her crotch. She tried to contain her excitement, but it was hopeless, just like all the other times. Her panties were soaked by now with her hot sticky cunt juice.
"Ohhhhhh, Kurt," she moaned.
He knew her well enough by now to tell when she was getting horny. That slightly husky edge to her voice told him that she was getting really turned on by his tongue flicking wickedly back and forth over her sensitive nipple. He pressed his mouth onto the taut pink cone and sucked it swiftly inside.
"Oooooo," Michelle wailed. "Kurt, baby, please. Be careful."
She was creaming a steady flood now, both her panties and her slacks soaked with it, and her pussy was swollen up tight and aching. It was times like this when she wished she didn't have all those moral scruples. She'd never had an orgasm in her
life, but she knew she needed one. If it weren't for her silly principles, she'd fuck Kurt-or masturbate. Anything to get some relief.
But her old-fashioned parents had raised her strictly, and she couldn't let herself go, couldn't allow herself to experience any sexual release till she was married. She loved it when Kurt aroused her, but she hated the hours of frustration afterwards when she tossed and turned alone in bed and tried to ignore the yearning in her cunt. If she could only frig herself, like some of her friends said they did-but even that was evil, according to her parents.
"Ohhhhhh, God, darling," Michelle whined, "please, please stop. You're making me too hot."
He was sucking on her nipple like a greedy baby, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body. When she pleaded with him, he finally released her left nipple-only to suck in the right one and mouth it wetly, sending her off again on a dizzy course of pleasure. She didn't know how much longer she could stand it.
She and Kurt had been going steady for two years now, and they'd been hotly attracted to each other since the day they met. Their relationship had started with hours of wet drawn-out kisses and had quickly progressed to touching each other all over-with their clothes on. Michelle wouldn't go any farther than that, until a few months ago when she finally allowed Kurt to remove her blouse.
She knew Kurt was far from satisfied with that little victory, however. He was a healthy young male, and he wouldn't rest till he had his cock in her. She understood and couldn't blame him-but
he had to respect her feelings, too. She just couldn't live with herself if she surrendered her virginity before marriage. At least that's what her conscience said.
Her pussy said something else entirely-and Michelle knew it all too well. Her wanton pussy had no morals, no scruples. It had nothing but desires and it wanted to go wherever Kurt led. Right this moment, as he loudly and wetly sucked her tits, her pussy was creaming furiously, aching for him. She must resist it.
"Kurt, that's enough," she said firmly. "Please take me home."
He raised his mouth from her gleaming spit-soaked nipple, but he didn't get off her. She was pressed down by his lean hot body, and the pressure was making her so horny she could have screamed. Somehow tonight was worse than the others. She seemed to be homier than she'd ever been in her life. It would be a very good idea to go home, get away from temptation.
"Please," she repeated, "please take me home now, Kurt."
"It's early yet," he said hoarsely.
"I know," Michelle sighed, "but, darling, I just don't know how much longer I can control myself. I'm not kidding, Kurt. It's really bad tonight. Don't tempt me, please."
He looked at her, his eyes hot, almost gassy with lust. His voice was husky with stored-up need for her. "Baby," he said with difficulty, "I promise you I won't go all the way. Just let me bring you off some other way that's all. It won't hurt anything, Michelle. You'll still be a virgin. At least
let me show you what it's like."
Michelle wavered. She knew it was wrong, and that even if she remained technically a virgin, she'd still have gone too far. But she didn't know how much longer she or Kurt could stand the terrible frustration of never coming with each other. Perhaps this was a way out, a way to make this year more bearable.
"All right, Kurt," she sighed.
"Oh, baby," he said eagerly, kissing her, "you won't be sorry-I promise."
Then he was reaching for the zipper of her pants.
Michelle blushed hotly. She'd never allowed Kurt to touch her below the waist before and now he'd not only touch, he'd see. She couldn't stop blushing and trembling as he unzipped her pants and tugged them off. When he touched her panties and started to pull them down, she gasped.
"Easy," he said. "I gave you my word, honey-we won't go too far. Just relax. This is gonna feel great, Michelle, I promise."
That was just the problem. No matter what Kurt did to her, it always felt great-too great. She was always so tempted to go just one step farther. But tonight her need was so strong, she decided to take that dangerous step. She'd just have to trust Kurt's word that her virginity wouldn't be affected. She tried to control her trembling as he took off her panties and looked for the first time at her naked pussy.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "you're beautiful there, too; I knew you would be."
Michelle felt hideously embarrassed, but terribly
excited, too. She had her eyes dosed, ashamed to meet his gaze, so she didn't know just what he bad in mind till she heard another zipper being undone and Kurt's ragged breathing as he shucked his own clothes. She was alone in the car with a naked man, naked herself. Her eyes fluttered open shyly.
She'd never seen Kurt naked before. She'd never seen a cock before, never even touched one in the dark. She couldn't help gawking. Kurt's body was beautiful, as she knew from seeing him in a bathing suit, but now all her attention was focused on his erect cock.
It stood straight up, stiff and swollen, springing from a nest of reddish brown curls. His balls, a deep glowing red, were swollen, too, taut round bags that crowded his crotch. Michelle's wandering eyes ran up the pale fat stalk of his prick and onto the knob-like purple head. She was trying to decide if cocks were ugly or beautiful, when a glowing sensation in her pussy answered the question for her.
"Touch it, Michelle," Kurt said softly. "It won't bite. Come on, honey, I want you to touch my cock."
She had no intention of doing so, but he took her hand and brought it over and laid her fingers against his stiff cock. She hadn't known what to expect, and she was pleasantly surprised to find it smooth and silky and warm, nice to touch. He let go of her hand and, without urging she began to pet his stiff prick, running her fingers shyly up and down the hot throbbing pole.
"Wrap your fingers around it, honey," he said huskily. "Give me a little more pressure. Yeah,
that's it. That's nice, Michelle. Just keep doing that, pumping my meat."
He settled back against the seat with a sigh, a lusty grin spreading over his face. Michelle dutifully curled her fingers around his fat rock-hard cock and pumped it steadily, up and down, applying just the amount of pressure he wanted. Almost immediately she saw bright bubbles of juice coming out of the little slit mouth of his cock-head. So guys got juicy, too.
"Ummmm, nice," Kurt sighed. "I dig your hand on my cock, baby. Yeah, keep pumping!"
His wicked words were turning her on. Everything seemed to be turning her on, in fact. His juice bubbled out steadily now running down to wet her fingers and make her pumping slick and fast. Kurt was really getting off on it, she could tell. His horny grin broadened steadily, and his eyes were starting to roll crazily. He breathed hard and fast.
Then his hand slipped into her crotch.
Michelle gave a squeal of surprise and jumped a little.
"Kurt," she said in alarm.
"Just relax," he panted. "Keep pumping my dick, baby, and I'll do something nice for you. Don't worry-I'm just touching."
Michelle was nervous about it, but she said nothing more. She told herself not to be silly, that touching couldn't hurt her. She went on pumping his juice-soaked cock, and he slid his hand firmly over her soft curly mons, cupping it, possessing it. She blushed hotly. No man had ever touched her there before.
She felt his finger wiggling inside the plump lips of her mons and touc›hing the small red dot of her clit. Stunning pleasure jolted her the instant he touched it, and she almost gasped aloud. A few times while bathing she'd accidentally touched herself there and gotten the same results-but with Kurt touching her, the excitement was doubled.
"00000," Michelle suddenly moaned.
He was rubbing her clit steadily and expertly. He was frigging her, she realized, doing what she'd wanted to do to herself but had thought too wicked. He had the tip of his finger on her highly sensitive little joy button, and he was rubbing and massaging it, and it felt terrific.
So terrific that she creamed heavily into his hand. He must have felt it. She couldn't stop blushing, and yet his finger felt so damned good on her clit that she couldn't ask him to stop. She just sat there and moaned while he frigged her hot little red clit. Somehow she managed to keep pumping his cock, too. She and Kurt moaned and panted for long delicious moments.
So this was what the experts called foreplay just a little something you did before fucking. It was so exciting, so much fun, that she wondered how fucking itself could be any better. She'd given up trying not to reveal her excitement. She just shamelessly creamed right into Kurt's hand and moaned her pleasure. She'd never felt anything so wonderful as Kurt's busy fingertip rubbing around and around the taut throbbing shaft of r clit.
"You like that, baby?" he asked homely.
"Oooow Kurt, it feels great," she gasped. "Do you like what I'm doing?" Her little hand still
pumped steadily up and down the swollen shaft of his cock.
"Yeah, I dig it," ha moaned. "Don't stop. In fact I'm probably gonna come in just a second, honey, but don't be frightened. I might make some noise."
She found herself really excited by the idea of bringing him off. Poor Kurt had been through so many months of frustration with her, she really wanted to do something nice for him. She speeded up her pumping of his cock, tightening her fist a little. Kurt moaned loudly, leaned back and closed his eyes. His breathing was very fast and noisy now.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he chanted.
She kept pumping, and he started moving his hips, feeding his hot swollen dick roughly back and forth in her hand. Then suddenly he arched his body sharply and howled. The noise alarmed Michelle, but she managed to keep pumping. His cock writhed and contracted in her fist then shot a blast of white cream that almost hit her face. She drew back and watched in amazement.
"Awwwwww, God," Kurt wailed.
His body jerked violently a few times as he jetted out his come; and then he gasped and went limp. Michelle felt his cock going small and soft in her hand; She gently let it go. Kurt was catching his breath, a funny smile on his face. Finally he looked at her and grinned and his finger began moving back and forth over her clit again, giving her a sudden burst of pleasure.
"You did all right, honey," he told her. "Now you get your reward."
Michelle tried to fight off the dizzying blinding pleasure that engulfed her, for she didn't want to lose control of herself while she was alone with
Kurt. It was no use. He frigged her hot little clit furiously, and she was swept away with pleasure, moaning and jerking her horny pussy in time to his strokes.
Michelle wailed, "Oooooo."
"That's it, baby, dig it," Kurt urged. "I'm gonna make you come."
She didn't believe him-and then she was coming. It was so sudden and unexpected that she couldn't hide her response. Her slim body arched sharply, then began to shake violently. Her cream gushed out to puddle on the seat of the car. She screamed with pleasure. Her very first orgasm brought her unbelievable pleasure, more than she'd dreamed possible.
"Eeeeee," she screeched.
At last the dizzying contractions died away, and she snuggled up against Kurt, fulfilled and content-for the moment. He laughed softly and hugged her, having made his point-they could bring each other off and still preserve her virginity.
Too bad that wasn't enough for Kurt.
"Honey," he said, "if you dig coming, just think how much fun it'd be to ball. You can really get off that way."
"Kurt, we've been over this a hundred times," Michelle said. "I'm not going to fuck you till we're married, and that's that. I thought you understood."
"So let's get married right away, then," he said eagerly. "I been thinking it over, honey, and we
can get by on just my pay. I really don't want you working in that hotel this summer. There's too many guys who'll get the wrong idea about you."
"I can take care of myself," Michelle said, "and you know we need the money, Kurt."
"So you won't marry me right away?" he said angrily.
"No, and I won't give up that job," Michelle snapped.
"And of course you won't ball me like a normal woman," he sneered.
"Kurt," she cried, "Be reasonable."
"Go to hell," he snarled, starting the car. "I've waited long enough for you. Now I'm gonna find somebody else."