I eat his cock. I take the big head into my mouth and lick it. I kneel between his legs with my breasts crushed against his thighs and taste the golden sweetness of his prick. I hold his balls in my hands. I like the heavy weight of them. His penis is rigid. Its thickness fills my mouth. I feel warm all over as I suck it. I move my hands higher. The hair on his belly is thick like a forest and I lose my fingers in it as I curl the wiry hairs around them. I keep eating him. I rub his hard muscular stomach. I stroke the smooth skin of his inner thighs.
I take his penis out of my mouth for a moment and look at it. It is beautiful. The skin is 'very smooth and wet. Near the base it is covered with tiny black hairs. I trace my fingers along the bulging purplish vein that runs up the underside of it. I grip his cock tighter and start to stroke it, sliding the taut outer skin in my fingers. This brings a few clear drops of scum out of the cockhead. I press my tongue and taste it, swallow it. I feel warmth flow through my body. It is a new experience for me, being with a stranger like this. I haven't been with any man but Graham since I've been married.
I press forward to take Eric's whole prick into my mouth again. I slide my lips down over the shaft. I love the way it fills my mouth. I love the feeling of his body straining beneath me. His hands cup my breasts now as I eat him. His fingertips press in against my taut nipples. I suck him harder, deeper. My pussy aches. I can feel the wetness gathering and trickling down my thighs as I kneel in front of him.
Suddenly I feel his whole body begin to shudder and I realize he is about to 'cum in my mouth. I would like that. But that would be the end of it. My pussy is hungry for him. I can't let it end now. Not when I've never even had his prick inside me.
I slip him out of my mouth again and press his hard cock against my cheek. I can feel him throbbing in my hand as he tries to hold back his cum. I look up at his face. His eyes are shut, his teeth gritted. A few drops ooze from the swollen cockhead but he manages to control himself. I feel his cock soften slightly in my hand. I kiss it. I lick away the drops that have escaped.
I let go of him, stand up and walk across the room to get a cigarette. For a moment I feel light-headed. I can feel his eyes following me. I take the cigarette off the dresser and light one. I see my nakedness in the mirror. My breasts are large and firm. My stomach is flat. My skin looks very smooth, pink almost with my excitement. A lock of hair hangs over my forehead. I brush it back.
I come back to the bed and stand in front of him. I puff the cigarette deeply, then hand it to him. He smokes it. His eyes are shut now. His body glistens with sweat from our lovemaking.
He opens his eyes again and hands the cigarette back to me. His eyes are very light blue. Clear. We don't say anything to each other but he sits up and puts his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. He nuzzles his face in against my belly. I stand there naked, smoking, thrilled by his touch. I suck the smoke deep into my lungs. His hands slip down over my buttocks, cup them. I feel his lips brush the hair around my pussy.
"Shall I eat you now?" he asks.
"Yes." I say. I feel the excitement surge through my body.
I lie back on the bed. I feel him press nibbling kisses to my knees, then up along the smoothness of my thighs. He is kneeling on the floor now between my legs. My pussy is wet from the nearness of his mouth.
I feel his lips touch me. I feel his tongue dart in. I writhe under his touch, press my cunt against his mouth. I cum with a sudden shudder. I don't stop. I just keep rising to another, orgasm. Clutching the back of his neck, I pull him even tighter against me. His touch is electric. His tongue stabs my pussy and makes me cum.
I cum again and feel him licking me deep. My body dances under the caress of his mouth. I love him, eating me like this and biting me gently, chewing me. I feel as if I can't get enough of him.
He pauses for a moment and sits back on his legs. I prop myself up on my elbows and glance down over my slippery stomach at his face. I smile. He smiles back and presses a kiss against. my thigh.
"Why don't you come up here on the bed with me for awhile?" I say.
"All right…" Eric says. He gets up slowly off the floor. His body looks immense, towering over me. He is handsome with rather wavy blond hair. His shoulders are broad. He has almost no hips. His penis juts out long and thick. I move back farther on the bed to make room for him.
We lie on our sides facing each other. Our tongues meet and intertwine. I can taste my own juice mingled with his saliva. My nipples tighten as he fondles my breasts. I feel the pressure build quickly. He strokes a nipple. In a moment I am on fire again. I cum from just the sensation of him rubbing my breasts. I think about the first time…
I am eighteen. I am at the Fair, where I've gone with some other girls. We've ridden the octopus, the electric cars, played a few of the games along the midway. I am carrying a big doll that some boy won and gave to me. I watch the Ferris wheel go around and around.
I stand in front of the side show tent, listening to the barker trying to coax in the crowd. I am separated now from the rest of the girls but I don't mind that since I'm in a large group of people.
I notice him standing in the crowd only about ten feet away. A boy from my school. He is alone, too. He is a year or so younger than I am – a dark-haired boy with nice skin and teeth. His name is Keith. I don't really know him very well, I've only been with him in a few classes at school. I glance his way for the third or fourth time and our eyes meet. I turn away quickly. A minute later I look back. He has drawn closer but is not looking towards me.
The barker finishes his speech. Some in the crowd buy tickets and follow him into the tent. Most just wander away. I walk along next to Keith. I stop to buckle my shoe and he holds the doll for me.
A voice on the loudspeaker announces the watermelon hunt. There are a dozen watermelons hidden within a mile of the fairgrounds, the voice says. There is no prize for finding a melon except getting to eat it but the hunt is always a big event at the Fair. I've gone hunting for watermelons the last two years with my girl friends. And before that with my parents. But I've never been able to find one.
"Shall we look for a melon together?" Keith asks. I nod. "Yes…" I say.
We walk faster toward the edge of the fairgrounds. I feel that with Keith I will find a melon. We climb a fence and walk through a field of purple flowered clover. The sun is hot and I can feel the sweat dripping down my body. We scare up a pheasant and it scurries away. We walk through a field of wheat and I can feel the wheat stalks rubbing against my legs. Some of them reach my thighs beneath my skirt, sending a strange, warm feeling all through me. There are crows swooping and cawing over the field. I am thirsty.
We don't talk much. We pass beyond the wheat field into a maple woods. It is cooler there. Keith is intent on finding a melon. He searches every likely place. Hollow tree trunks. Behind big boulders. In clumps of bushes. As we come out of the woods at the far edge, we suddenly see an eagle. Its wings stretch to fill the sky as it swoops near us. Then it climbs, grows smaller, disappears.
Keith is excited by the sighting of the eagle. He has been very quiet up to now but after we see the eagle he begins to talk in long, disconnected, almost endless sentences. He says that he wishes he could fly, that he could be an eagle, that if he were he would fly over the fields over the woods across the continent. Over mountains and the ocean. He would fly high above the clouds, swoop down low into the valleys. He would fly to the sun.
We come to a farm. It looks abandoned. The walls of the farmhouse are half-collapsed. The fields around it are unplanted and hall of weeds and the stubble of other years. The barn though seems to be in good condition. The red paint is mostly gone from it but the walls are straight and look strong.
"I know this farm," Keith says. "I used to know the boy who lived here but they moved. It was a fine farm before that. The barn would be a good place to hide a melon. Let's look there."
"Okay… we can rest a minute too. I'm hot. My legs are tired."
"It'll be cooler in the barn out of the sun. We can get a drink at the well."
We come to a fence. Keith holds apart the barbed strands so that I can step through. I gather up my skirt so as not to catch it. Keith vaults over the, fence after me. He pumps up the water at the well. It is deliciously cold and I drink until I am full.
We go into the barn. It smells of hay. At first it makes me sneeze. It is surprisingly cool inside. We look for a watermelon. The hay is piled up high on all sides. Keith says that it looks like old hay that has probably been here several summers. We climb a flimsy ladder into the loft and walk across the hay toward the small window at the end of the barn. The hay is springy but we sink halfway to our knees with each step.
We stand close to each other next to the window and look out. I can see the fields and woods we have crossed; beyond them are the fairgrounds with the Ferris wheel riding high over the tents. Keith suddenly says he thinks he sees the eagle again. He points and I see nothing but the drifting clouds and the blue of the sky. He says then that the eagle must be gone but he keeps looking out the window for it.
We sit down in the hay near the window. We lie back. It is warmer up here than it was below but I am tired and the hay is soft and I don't mind the heat. Keith puts his hands behind his head and draws one knee up. I look over at him and see that his eyes are shut. I wonder if he is thinking about the eagle. I close my eyes too. I feel myself dozing…
I wake first. There is a smile across Keith's face as I nudge him. He opens his eyes. I notice how brown they are. They flutter shut again. I stare at him. Impulsively I lean over and kiss him.
I kiss him again, then lay my head against his chest. I hear the steady thudding of his heart. I can hear and feel him breathing in and out. He places his hand lightly on one of my breasts, doesn't move it, just rests it there. My nipples tingle. I am overwhelmed by the nearness of him, his touch. No boy has ever done more than kiss me before. I press my cheek in tighter against his chest.
"It's hot up here, isn't it?" I say.
"Yes… but better than being in the sun."
"So stuffy though… I'm sweating."
"We could take off some of our clothes… we'd be cooler then."
"I don't know… I've never done that."
"I don't mean everything."
"My dress…?"
"Yes. That's all."'
"I can't. I don't have on a slip beneath."
"But you have other things."
"Yes… not much though. I really don't think I should."
"It'd be just your dress. I could break out the window then and the breeze would blow on us. Shall we…?"
"All right… only for a minute. Just my dress. Why don't you do the window first… break it."
He slips off his shoe, stands up and breaks the window with it. He knocks away the pieces of jagged glass that remain. He stands there a minute as if looking again for the eagle. I can feel the air blow cool against my face.
"The breeze feels good," I say.
"Yes…" He sits down again next to me and peels off his shirt. His bare chest is very tan. He doesn't say anything more about my dress.
I sit-up and pull the dress up over my hips, then my head. I lie back in the hay again, still holding the dress in my hand. I feel very naked in just my flimsy white bra and panties. The hay itches my thighs. Keith gazes down at me. I start to cover myself with my hands but stop and let my arms lie at my sides. "What about you now?" I ask. "You've only taken off your shirt. I don't want to be the only one like this."
He doesn't answer but quickly pulls off his other shoe, then his pants. His shorts hug his body and I can see the shape of his penis. It looks thick and mysterious.
We lie there a few minutes not moving, not speaking, just letting the breeze blow against our skin. Keith keeps glancing down over my stomach at my panties. I know that he can see the puff of dark hair beneath them. Our legs brush. I see the bulge beneath his shorts suddenly rise, see the shape of the tip of his penis stretch out against them.
He looks huge to me. Immense. The sight of him like this, the touch of his skin on mine intoxicates me. I press my leg harder against his. He rolls over on his side and I feel the hardness of his penis pushing against my thigh just a few inches below the edge of my panties. I push back against him.
He cups my breast through the thin cotton of my bra. I help him when he reaches behind my back to undo the snap. I wriggle the loosened bra down over my shoulders. I am naked now except for my panties. I close my eyes and wait for the touch of his hand. My nipples ache. And then I feel his fingertips… cool… gentle… easy against my breasts.
He caresses me there for a minute, then his hand moves to my thigh, slowly toward my pussy. I am quivering all over from just the thought of what is going to happen. His fingers reach my panties, move under the elastic hem. In a moment they are pressing cool against the smooth moist skin of my vagina. They move lower, find my opening, move deeper in. I am on fire now. I cannot think. I feel myself explode and I lie there for a minute enjoying the intense warm feeling in my belly.
When I open my eyes at last, I am startled to see Keith's penis poking out of his shorts. I stare at it. I am drawn to it. I reach out hesitantly to touch it. It is surprisingly hard. It feels enormous in my hand. I feel its warmth.
We keep caressing each other. The tip of Keith's penis presses against my stomach as I hold it in my hand. I slide up a little in the hay so that it rubs against my panties. The lips of my pussy grow wetter. I wish I didn't have the panties on. I want to feel him closer to me. I want to feel his bare skin rubbing against mine. I want to feel his penis inside me.
We kiss. He rubs my breasts. I keep rubbing myself against him, waiting for him to take off my panties. But he just keeps stroking me. He seems hesitant about doing anything more. But I don't want it to stop at this. I want it all to happen now. I need to have it happen. I rub his penis and think about how good it would feel to have it push inside me. I strain forward harder against him.
"Shall we take off our other things now?" I ask. "… my panties?"
"… you want to?"
"Yes. Should I? I'm going to." I lift up slightly so that I can slide my panties down over my hips.
When they are halfway down my thighs, I grasp his penis again and hold the tip of it against my pussy. It feels wonderful to have him touching me there like this but I want to have him inside me now. I pull off my panties the rest of the way and roll over on my back. He moves over me. I spread my thighs to take him.
He pushes slowly in. It feels enormous. Everything is spinning. I feel something in me stretching… breaking. It hurts. It feels deliciously good. I buck up hard against him. My skin tears, breaks. He slides all the way in.
I never imagined it could feel anything like this. He begins to move in and out of me. I thrust myself up against him. I can't believe that I am actually fucking.
We keep pushing ourselves against each other. I keep climbing. I sense that it is almost over. I feel myself about to burst again. I know that this time it will be a feeling even more intense than before. I hear Keith groan. His body shudders. I am shaking all over. I feel a warm, sweet flood inside me. I keep climbing… climbing. The feeling goes on and on…