Chapter 1
I don't think I'm an oversexed guy, even though some of my girl friends have told me after the third screw that I have rare fucking talent. They've even suggested I ought to make it pay off, but I always felt that would take the fun out of my favorite sport-escorting pussy in and out of bed.
I'm always daydreaming about broads and cunt too much. Like here I was, lying on the warm sands of the exclusive Hampton Beach Club, Phil Overton, twenty-three, real healthy and horny for a piece of ass. This was one of the real exclusive sections of Long Island's Southhampton area beaches. Even from 75 feet away, the lush, curvy loveliness of the bikini-clad blonde laying on her back in the sun, really was giving me a terrific hard-on. I could just see myself picking her up and being invited for a cool drink and maybe a piece of hot ass in the privacy of her cabana.
With a gorgeous, sexy blonde cunt like this, I'd have that bikini off in no time and getting a fast close-up of those full, firm, crimson-nip pled breasts, and feeling the yielding roundness of her superb buttocks. She'd lay that classy ass on the cabana cot and my tongue would begin on those crimson nipples. I would feel them harden and jut between my curling lips.
She shivered expectantly as my hands caressed her smooth back, cupping and kneading her asscheeks. Her curved belly and marvelous thighs were grinding expectantly as I decked her. She felt my throbbing, king-sized prick against her inner thighs, and parted them. She quickly brought me to the velvety, warm welcome of her cuntlips. As I thrust into her hot twat with a pile-driving intensity, her gleaming white buttocks kept pace with my cock.
Suddenly she moaned softly, her body stiffened and then shuddered violently, with her ass going into a wild, free-wheeling frenzy under me. As I felt her turn on and start to come bolts of hot sperm spurted through my prick as I joined her twitching cunt in a wow finish that practically brought the cabana down....
I couldn't believe my eyes as I crash-landed out of my playboy hump reverie. The blonde was looking straight at me, nodding and smiling. Then that lovely hussy got up and walked straight toward me. Was there something to mental telepathy?
"Aren't you Phil Overton?" the blonde vision in the red mini-bikini smiled as my cock practically wriggled in the sand.
"Don't you remember me, Babbs Hymer?" she continued sweetly.
And that was how Babbs and I met again after all those years.
She insisted that we have a drink together and a powwow for old time's sake. I was all for it. One glance at Babbs tits and ass in her abbreviated red bikini, and a man couldn't think of any word but yes.
Her lavishly furnished apartment in the swanky Lido Towers had a magnificent view of the ocean.
"Are you still a scotch baby, Phil?" she asked.
I told her I sure was, so she disappeared into her chrome kitchenette, returning a few minutes later with an unopened jug, glasses and a pitcher of ice water.
We perched on her deep, beige divan and proceeded to get joyously crocked while we brought each other up to date on what each of us had been doing since way back when.
Babbs hadn't changed in the four years since I had last seen her. Except for a bit of the "mores" in all directions especially her tits and ass. Her eyes still were that startling blue, with something intangible added. Experience, I suppose.
Her body had filled out breathtakingly. Her breasts were large enough and firm enough to quiver when she swung them toward you, and her legs, two tawny classics of yellow gold, gave you the sensation that you just had to bite something, preferably her cunt. Her hair was blonde, worn shoulder-length, if you could work your way far enough up from her gorgeous ass to notice. But in that bikini it was kind of difficult. About all I could concentrate on was how nice it would be to start pulling strings and shoving my cock in where it would do the most good.
But there was, I reminded myself, a hitch to my delectable hard-on droolings. A time problem. I was supposed to meet my betrothed, Gretchen Hammond on the beach at exactly three o'clock-twenty minutes ago. And that redheaded twat had a temper second to none. Except for her daddy, perhaps, who owned slightly over half the real estate here at Southhampton, and who was endeavoring to gain control of the rest as fast as possible.
Not that this magnitude of wealth and opportunity almost within my grasp was all that daunted me. I worked for the mean old bastard, a state of being which presents its own complications.
If Daddy, Conrad Phillmore Hammond, gets sore and fires you, it's not merely from Hammond Enterprises. He fires you clear out of town. The son-of-a-bitch blackballs you and bugs you relentlessly until you come to the realization that life in Southhampton is just not worth the effort. Yet, that's just normal procedure. For anyone hurting the pride or pussy of his darling daughter Gretchen, he naturally wouldn't be quite so easily appeased. He'd have you strung up; lynched, man. There was no doubt about it. He would be very much annoyed, maybe even to the point of having some goon cut off your balls.
So I had to make a choice. I could remain happily here, starting to fuck it up with Babbs, or I could run to meet Gretchen before my poor overworked prick was completely cooked.
Forcing myself to an attitude of common sense and reminding myself that pecker preservation is the first law of nature, I sorrowfully determined to get the hell out of the area of temptation.
Then I had a sudden change of mind. It came when Babbs laughingly swung those golden limbs across my hard-on and taunted: "Phil! What's happened to you? You haven't so much as made a pass! And I thought we were going to have a good old-fashioned frigging reunion. Have I changed that much? You used to think I was beautiful. Don't you still feel that way?"
"I most certainly do," I said, and I backed up my words with a quick hundred or so of kisses which caused her to squeal delightedly.
"Phil, you tickle!" she cried.
She broke loose and headed for the bedroom, with me at her heels, snatching at the strings of her bikini, my cock standing straight up and twitching.
Babbs always did have a real horny effect on me. She had, ever since the first time I had fucked her that afternoon years ago, when we were in high school and I had lugged her books home for her.
As long as I live, I will never forget that day. For her, it was that momentous time in a girl's life when she rises in the morning with her virginity intact, and goes to bed at night with that little cherry gone forever. And all because sneaky old yours truly had deprived her of it by fucking her silly to our mutual delight.
It happened in this way. When we arrived at her home with her books tucked under my arm, she asked me if I would like to come in and have a coke.
"Mother isn't home, or daddy either," she confided. 'They're both still at work."
The way she offered that information bore exciting implications, to my tingling, stiff prick, so I admitted that I was thirsting for a coke, then I followed her into the house.
That's when it started. The instant we were inside and had closed the door, Babbs put her arms up around my neck and said, "I want to thank you right now, first thing, just to be sure."
She kissed me. Her mouth, at first contact, was a bit firm. But then she leaned back against the door, and I automatically leaned against her. That's when her lips softened, parted, and became sweetly wet and warm and my cock practically burst out of my pants.
When we broke apart, I asked her what all the thanks were for. Not that it really mattered.
"For carrying my books, silly," she laughed. "Can you think of a better reason?"
I admitted that I couldn't, and I immediately leaned forward for some more of the same reward.
"The speller wasn't so bad," I told her, "but that history book weighed a ton. I didn't think I was going to make it all the way here without help."
She giggled and dodged, teasingly.
"Let's have a coke first," she said, heading for the kitchen.
I wondered what she meant by "first" and I was in a tizzy to find out. I found out all right. About thirty minutes later. We had finished our cokes and were playing records and dancing. To watch Babbs' wonderful ass twist and squirm away from you in a solo is a sensation all by itself. It gives you that panting, hounddog, feeling from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, as your blood gets hotter and hotter, and your prick gets stiffer and stiffer.
After, that, I got her on the sofa and she was something. Her mood changed abruptly from gayety to seriousness. So did mine. Mine already had, since that last wild sexy twirl she had made, her skirt swinging high and her thighs flashing just beautiful enough and temptingly enough to leave me a fiery itch in my balls.
"Let's get back to those heavy books," I insisted. "I exhausted myself carrying them for you. I won't be the same for weeks."
"Poor Phil," she said.
She took my face between her soft palms and pulled me down. "I do owe you an awful lot, don't I? You were a knight in shining armor."
"You can say that again."
We kissed and clung, and as our temperatures mounted, it started to get pretty hectic for both my cock and her cunt. Have you ever had the experience of tasting a sweetly-perfumed tongue-tip, darting around in your mouth? Kind of melting your brain? If you have, you'll know how the rest of the world whirled by!
Then my hands proceeded to take over of their own accord, just as though they had little eager minds of their own. One of them slid inside her blouse. There was no bra to get in my way, just warm luscious tit with the wild throbbing of her heart, making my own heart beat faster. Her breasts were hard and firm, like, sweet apples, not yet fully packed.
But they were fully sensitized; have no doubt about that. When my basketball toughened hands rubbed over their petal-soft tips, those nipples punched forth like hot, dull needles, trying to sear my palm.
Things got better and better with each dizzily passing moment. When I had her pushed back on the sofa with her blouse fully unbuttoned and was trying to decide which one of her delicious knockers to take the first growl and snap at, her little brother came bursting in.
"What kind of a wrestling game is that?" he asked sarcastically.
I sat up and breathed silent thanks for his dewy-eyed innocence.
I told him I was on the high school wrestling team and that Babbs was helping me practice.
"I have to get in shape for the big meet next month," I said.
"Heck, that wasn't much of a leg hold," the little bastard derided. "A midget could get away from it."
Babbs, still panting, rose wrathfully and shagged him out.
"Go play marbles with somebody," she ordered.
After he had gone, she locked the door. Then she went around locking all the other doors. I wondered if she were going to lock the windows, too. She didn't. She merely drew the Venetian blinds and returned to stand before me.
We glanced at each other and we had to laugh. When she finally managed to stop giggling, she put a finger to her lips.
"Let's see, where were we?" she snickered.
"At the leg hold," I reminded her. "Where I was going to bite off your nipple if you tried to jerk your leg away. Remember?"
"Oh. Of course!"
Wherewith, she resumed the position she had been in when we were so rudely interrupted, and I soon was again nibbling at those delicate little tidbits. While I was savoring those Grade A nipple delights, she made no effort to break the hold I had on her firm, smooth thigh. Instead, she moaned, and I immediately recognized the sound as one of enormous contentment. Then she grew wilder, and her sharp little fingernails started to flex into and across my tingling scalp.
Seething though I was, I was amazed to find myself moving along the torrid road of hump seduction with such ease of operation. Perhaps I was a born Don Juan, a prime example of irresistible masculinity, a lover whom no girl with a normal cunt could bring herself to refuse. Maybe I had just been too stupid up to now to be aware of this fascinating cunt-ability of mine.
If this were really true, I had missed at least a half dozen twat-opportunities within the last month. I consoled myself with the truism, better late than never. Shucks, I was young. I still had plenty of good years of healthy fucking left.
I made a mental note, just the same, to retrace some trails I had failed to scent which had wound up unnecessary dry hump runs. There was that hot little brunette piece of ass just a few nights ago who....
Just then Babbs spoke up and dissolved this brand-new lover image I was admiring in the mirror of my imagination. She pushed my face away from her kiss-inviting tits.
"Phil, will you do me a big favor?" she panted.
Here it comes, I thought ruefully. She's going to put on the brakes, dash the cold water on my cock!
"Do we have to bring it up now?" I asked.
"Yes we do," she said. "We most certainly do."
"Okay, what is it?" I asked with a scowl, as she tried to make me look directly into her bright, passionate eyes.
"Will you promise to do it, Phil?"
"Sure," I said. "Whatever job you have in mind, just name it. But I really do think it should wait."
"I must find out right now. This minute."
"I said okay, didn't I? All right, what's on your mind?"
"I want you to fuck me, Phil. I want you to really fuck me now! All the way ... do you understand?"
Now I did stare directly into her glowing orbs, asking myself, who's crazy this time?
Aloud I said, "For Pete's sake, Babbs, honey, what the hell do you think I'm trying to do?"
"Oh, I know, all right," she said. "But I was afraid you might get frightened off at the last minute and stop, and I wouldn't like you to do that, Phil. I really wouldn't. It would be so terribly disappointing."
"What makes you think I might stop?"
"When you find out," she said.
"Find out? Find out what, for heaven's sake?"
"That ... I'm ... a virgin. I never screwed or did anything like that before with a boy."
I blinked. Well what do you know? Babbs is a virgin; poor, backward kid. And she's doubtful as to whether or not I would want to change this situation. What kind of a saint did she take me for? Had somebody misinformed her that I had a conscience? Heaven forbid.
True, I had never broken in a babe, but it wasn't because I wasn't more than willing to do some cherry-busting that I hadn't dreamed many and many a time of performing this fascinating service. Those who knew said it was really something, that no girl ever quite gets over a certain special feeling of affection toward the first man whose prick happens to be fortunate enough to pluck the fresh, young, bursting fruit of her virgin cunt.
"I won't back down on you Babbs baby. Don't worry. Cross my heart and hope to die. No matter at what great personal sacrifice, I absolutely guarantee to shove my cock in and break your cherry!"
She kissed me, and the kiss was long and hot.
"Can I depend on that, Phil? Honest Injun?"
I nodded soulfully. "Honest Injun," I said. "You have my solemn promise that I will fuck you all the way past your maidenhead!"
"Then let's go into the bedroom," she said. "I want it to be just ... right. Especially this first time. They say it's by far the most important moment in any girl's life. I don't want it loused up, understand?"
"You can count on my cock's complete cooperation," I said over her shoulder, walking so close behind her that I could feel her special quiver. Her asscheeks were very firm, very tempting.
In the bedroom, since her blouse already was unbuttoned, she simply shrugged it off. I'll never forget the lovely way it slipped down her bare white arms. Then she stared at me.
"Don't be disgusted with me, Phil, please. I know I'm supposed to be covered with maidenly embarrassment. But I'm not, not in the least, so why pretend? I don't feel guilty, either ... I ... I just feel hot for your cock!"
"I do too," I admitted. "Gosh, you're pretty, Babbs. You're the loveliest and the sweetest girl I've ever seen in my entire life."
"Thank you, Phil. You're so romantic. I like that in a boy. You know all the complimentary things a girl loves to hear. It makes getting my pussy broken in so much easier."
"But I am telling the truth," I pointed out.
"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" she asked.
"Oh, sure I am." Holy smoke, I was embarrassed.
As I untied the laces of my sneakers, I looked up. "Say, Babbs. There's no danger of your mother or father coming home sooner than you figured they would and catching us humping away, is there?"
No, so don't worry about it. Daddy isn't due for hours yet, and neither is mother. Daddy has a union meeting to attend, and Mother is at P.T.A. That never breaks up till dark."
"Good. I would sure hate for us to get caught screwing. Especially since I never have met your folks. I don't think they would understand that I was fucking you as a favor!"
Babbs sat on the bed and leaned back on her hands. She looked utterly irresistible.
"Would you like to take my skirt off?" she asked. "You can if you want to."
"I sure would baby," I enthused, despite lingering uneasiness.
Having already shed my shirt and unbuckled my belt, I hastened to let my pants fall about my feet. I stepped out of them, picked them up, and draped them carelessly over the top of a chair. Who cared about creases at a time like this?
Babbs, now silently staring ceilingward, apparently was lost in thought. I suppose she was wondering how, good, bad, or otherwise, the first time in bed with a stiff male prick would prove to be.
As for my sensations, she certainly looked good, lying there in a state of anticipation. She reminded me of something half angel and half devil, and I wasn't sure which of the two I found more desirable. Her knees, just below the hem of her skirt, glowed enticingly as I gulped and approached her.
At this point her lashes drifted downward and a smile turned up the corners of her luscious lips.
I bent and ran a hand up her thighs, feeling the tingle clear to my shoulders. She lifted her lithe, sweetly-curved body, and I pulled her panties down over her silken buttocks, then hurried to remove them completely. I dropped them beside the bed. By the time I reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt, I was trembling as though with a fever ... which I most assuredly had.
She didn't open her eyes to look as I took away her skirt. All she did was to insert the knuckle of her right index finger between her teeth and bite, still smiling tremulously.
I lifted her further up on the bed, swinging her legs about so that the entire mouth-watering sight of her bush-hair and pussy lay slap-dab in the center. At this point in the hump proceedings, I completely lost my head and kissed her a thousand times, one frantic kiss right after the other, hoping all the while that such crazy impulses came under the heading of what is called Normal Sex Behavior.
I wasn't an experienced fucked by any means. You can't possibly learn about screwing at a really tender age. Oh hell, to each his own. I did what my fevered blood and stiff prick demanded. What could be a better teacher?
Babbs, with what remnants of modesty she still possessed, covered her eyes with her hands as my kisses teased over her entire delectable self.
When I finally gained control and forced myself to lift my hungering, thirsting lips, I looked into her face for possible signs of distaste but she uncovered her eyes and beamed at me.
"Oh, Phil!" she breathed. "You are a real hot lover! That was wonderful! Do it again!"
I hesitated, but only for a moment, as much to catch my breath as for any other reason. Babbs fairly throbbed with ecstasy. Her lovely tits rose and fell in short, jiggling jerks. The world was heady wine and faintingly, fragrant roses, as I traveled the sweetly perfumed route once more, just as eagerly the second time even kissing her bush-hair and letting my tongue tickle her cuntlips.
Heck, I thought, this is more fun than basketball, any old day.
Babbs became softer, warmer, in a state of greater palpitation by the minute. When I climbed up on her for the last time, her nipples had hardened and she again had inserted her knuckle between her teeth. For a moment, I thought she would bite clear through the bone. I hoped not, for Babbs had lovely hands. I would hate to see them disfigured.
I put my fingers on her chin, gave a steady downward pull and extracted the trapped, tortured knuckle. She had a wild, terrible expression in her blue eyes, as I lowered my mouth to hers. Once our lips fused, she gave an excited, muffled cry and her arms flew around my neck in a stranglehold amazingly powerful in one so young and so tender.
My hands went slowly down along her sides as we held the brain-reeling kiss. I turned palms upward and slid them under her to cup smooth, firm, trembling asscheeks. Ahh ... such a perfect fit. Neat little hand thrillers and fillers. All aquiver and anxious.
Her heels thudded dully against the bed's softness as though another moment of waiting for the big push of my stiff prick was just too hideous to bear.
I kind of felt likewise.
There was some furious cock and cunt-fumbling, at first; hectic, probing, frantic maneuverings. Whoops, almost but not quite ... If at first you don't succeed try, try again.
"Phil ... please!" Babbs thrashed around and sobbed as my cock parted her hot, wet cuntlips.
"Try to keep it still," I suggested, my voice trembling. "I never was good at wing shots."
"Oh...! Oh...! Oh!" she wailed. "Please do something! I'm going crazy. I ... yikes! Oh, Phil, hold on to your cock ... wait ... wait just a minute till I get used to it. Oh ... I don't know if I'm going to like this or not."
"Make up your mind," I said. "Cause I do like it!"
I made another slight movement into her cunt with my stiff dick ... close quarters. She winced, and I forced myself to stop.
"Well," I said. "What's it going to be?"
I didn't go so far as to take my hot, hungry dong out.
"I ... Oh, I believe I am going to like it, Phil. Yes, the hurt is going away now. Oh, yes. I do believe I'm going to like it. Make just one more easy move up my pussy with your lovely cock Phil, will you please, and let me see for sure."
I did. But it was kind of hard to keep it easy. I managed, but I wanted to thrust, to build up that rising sensation pervading my entire prick and balls.
"How's it going now, Babbs?" I asked, champing at the bit.
"It's very good, Phil. Yes, it's very good indeed. I didn't hurt at all that time. If just felt ... well ... good. No, I don't mean that exactly; what I really mean is that your cock felt ... well ... you know ... Wow!"
"Shall we get on with it?" I asked, shoving my dick in further and knowing now that she would say yes.
She did. "Oh, yes, Phil, yes. But ... maybe ... not quite so fast, at first."
"Okay," I agreed.
The way I was feeling, it took all my will power to slow my pecker down ... but it was good training.
We eased back into rhythmic frigging motion, taking it slowly and carefully. I suppose the proper word it would be "gingerly."
Whenever I would forget for a few seconds and give a hard, down-to-business thrust into her tight cunt with my cock, Babbs would hiss in my ear, reminding me not to let my eagerness get the best of me.
The next few minutes really were rough on my nervous system, to say nothing of my pecker! Here I was, in a hot cunt and I couldn't shove my cock all the way in and really screw. With bliss teasing me to come and get it, I had to hold off. I bet I lost five pounds in as many minutes.
I was like in a fret to burn that pecker of mine into the furthest reaches of her pussy. I was most eager to get the show on the road. A man's stiff prick can take just so much. I trembled on that hot, sweet brink ... waiting.
At long last, Babbs emitted a blissfully happy sigh. She made a movement all on her own accord, though once more the word to describe it would be "gingerly." After that, she really began to respond, her movements actually matching mine ... which was going some!
Oh, happy day, I thought.
Within moments, her mental capacities seemed to transfer from her head to her cunt and ass. Those lush curves suddenly came frantically alive. They rose, twisted, twitched, gyrated.
Oh, double happy day, I enthused.
This time I didn't mind sweating. Her soaring pussy was fucking to the exploding point. Thrills were hitting my dick now, hard, sharp, fast, like pellets of hail flung against a window glass. I wasn't sure how long I could last without shooting my load at this delicious rate. I couldn't even think clearly. I only knew that there was a hot cunt, wonderfully wild and sweet under me and that I was being called upon to drive harder and harder with my stiff dong up into her vagina.
When she went rigid, straining upward, head arched back, with little shrieks issuing between clenched teeth, I thought the end of the world had slipped up on me, that I was being catapulted off into outer space. I shut my eyes tight and soared off into orbit as my cock shot jet after jet of hot creamy scum into her twitching cunt-hole. For brilliant seconds, the earth spun madly way off down there below ... kaleidoscope of fantastically colored lights.
Then I floated, ever so peaceful and calm ... sperm still dribbling from my cock into her pussy.
But, I reflected, dragging myself up out of reverie, all that happened in the dim past. That was then, and this is now. Right at this moment, I am on a high deck of the fabulous Lido Towers Hotel, in Babbs' apartment, delightfully stoned on Babbs's top-drawer scotch, and utterly overcome with the splendor of Babbs' sun-goldened body encased in those ridiculous red strings provocatively referred to as a bikini.
So on into the bedroom I followed dear long-time-no see Babbs, anticipating the what's and wherefores our cock and cunt reunion held in store.
By the time she hit the bed, I already was grappling with her bikini. She laughed.
"You were always such an eager beaver, Phil!" she giggled. "You haven't changed."
"Let's get to reunionizing," I urged hoarsely. "You've got me in a turmoil." I tore out of my swim trunks.
"My pet!" she giggled, she caressed my naked cock and balls and I nearly swooned. Then reaching for my neck with her golden hands, she looked up and down the length of my naked, impatient body. Her glance fixed on my stiff throbbing, straining prick, for a moment.
"My goodness, Phil! You've certainly grown up to be a real man!" she exclaimed with a pleased smile.
I really began to burn when her bare breasts brushed tantalizingly against me. Desire to fuck her practically jumped out of my eyeballs as her sensous lips cruised up and down my manly torso. When her talented tongue ----rimmed my navel, and flicking the curly black hairs aside, darted moistly down on that ultra-sensitive spot, I practically went into a male belly dance routine. I caressed her lush tits as they swung against me, my fingers gently tweaking her big, crimson nipples.
I could see her eyes widen expectantly as she fondled my palpitating king-sized cock. Her sensous red lips zeroed in before I could stop her. My stiff pecker was suddenly luxuriating in the silky, gliding warmth of her passionate mouth. Her blonde head bobbed and weaved with a lewd cock-sucking rhythm of such unbearable intensity that I knew I couldn't keep from shooting my wad in a way I'd never experienced before, and with a groan, my loins shuddered as about 20,000 volts of sheer ecstasy seemed to hurtle through me, and I spurted globs of hot creamy scum right into her mouth and down her throat. When I came down out of the stratosphere, Babbs was smiling at me sweetly.
"Next time it won't be a quickie blow-job Phil dear! But you did say something about having an appointment...." her voice trailed off.
I was sorry I mentioned it. Beautiful Babbs had learned a thing or two about handling a man's cock since we were together last. It would have been wonderful to stay on and let her run through all of her latest fucking routine.