Chapter 7
"I'll bet I'm the only guy in Harrison City with a problem like this," Jerry Trent muttered to himself. His girl friend, Edie Coleman was kicking up the traces about his insisting on her remaining a virgin until he was able to slip the ring on her finger. Most of the fellows he knew were always complaining how tough it was to shove their pricks in and score with a "good" girl, how all they wanted was to hog tie you for keeps and then give you skimpy cunt-rations.
Edie was really a passionate piece of ass and seemed to be growing more so as she matured. If he hadn't had Jean Pierce as an ever-ready safety valve for his cock, he would certainly have weakened by now. The way things were going, it looked as if the dam might break any night now ... Edie was insistent about that. Edie was seventeen now, and most of her friend were getting fucked all the time, and some of them had even had an operation or two and a couple had to get married. And here Edie was, full of jizzle, still a cherry and pretty damned unhappy about it. Jerry didn't know how long he could keep her on the string. If she got unhappy enough, she was quite likely to break up with him and find some other guy who would be less scrupulous about shoving his cock in her cunt.
Which would be a damned shame. Because it would mean that not only wouldn't Jerry marry Edie, he wouldn't even have scored with her. There was no sense letting her maidenhead get broken by somebody else. If he was going to lose her, he might as well fuck her before the breakup.
The change in his thinking was helped along by a sudden coolness about fucking on Jean's part. On the surface, everything seemed still okay between them, except that she started making excuses to keep him from coming around to get laid. One day, the story was that she had to go up to Broughton to attend some kind of function, and the next, she was having company and couldn't find time for him, and the day after that it was some other excuse.
Even when he got to her, she seemed moody and preoccupied. The old zing of passion was gone. When he touched her, she almost seemed to shrink away and part of the time she appeared to be bored with his cock.
Jerry figured that she had picked up a new prick-pusher that he had competition from another guy. That annoyed him. In the few weeks of their affair, he had come almost to depend on his daily hump from Jean Pierce. It made his days so much more lively. And it helped him to resist Edie's cunt-desires more effectively. Besides, it was a ball with Jean. He had never known anybody so cock-crazy before in his life, and the odds were very good that he'd never know Jean's equal later on in life.
In the meantime, he had now gone the better part of a week without humping Jean. And Edie was getting harder and harder to handle.
The inevitable was bound to happen sooner or later.
It happened.
It happened on a mild pleasant evening late in July. Jerry and Edie had gone bowling, and after that they had driven around town for a while, stopping off for a hamburger here and a Coke there, and then Edie said, "My folks went to a party tonight. They won't be back till five in the morning. We can have the place to ourselves. You want to take me home?"
"Sure," Jerry said.
They went to her place. The house was empty. Edie was the youngest of three children; there was a boy about Jerry's age, who had enlisted in the Army last summer, and there was a girl a few years older, who was married and lived in Detroit. Jerry and Edie settled down in the living room. Edie put a stack of LP records on the changer, some Sinatra stuff, and a bossa nova disk, and some show music.
They danced for a while, and then they sat on the couch, and then-as it was bound to happen-Jerry started fooling around with her.
They were cuddled up close. She lifted her arms, and he took her green and black polo shirt off, and tossed it to one side. She was wearing a black bra underneath. Jerry unhooked it and she shrugged it off.
Breathing hard, he reached out and touched her firm young breasts.
They had been at this stage of the game many times in the past-the two round milky globes of adorable tits bare to his hands, the flame-tipped nipples hard and aching, the small blonde girl moist-lipped and panting. But Jerry had always found the self-control to halt here, promising himself the future rewards of the wedding night.
Tonight, Edie spurred him on.
She twisted and wriggled against him. She put her f red lips up to his to be kissed and sent her tongue to his mouth. He filled his hands with her luscious breasts, and she moved her hand downward, and let it rest on him. An instant later she boldly tugged at his pants zipper.
Jerry gasped at her small, soft fingers. She had never done this before. She seemed timid, frightened of him, as much afraid of what he would think of her as anything else. But she kept her hand busy, feeling for his cock.
Jerry tightened his grip on her breasts. But he took his lips away from hers. He said hoarsely, "Edie, maybe we ... maybe we better dance some more...."
"Not now."
"We're getting pretty hot and loose, Edie."
"That's all right."
"We might get careless. We might do something we'd regret the rest of our lives."
Big blue eyes stared straight into his. "I wouldn't regret that, darling."
"It isn't smart, Edie. To spoil something that's been so perfect."
"Taking my cherry won't be spoiling it. I love you, Jerry. Show me that you love me."
"I do love you. And I respect you. And I want to go on respecting you."
"There's only one way you can show me that you want me," she told him in a soft whisper. "That's to fuck me and make a woman out of me, Jerry. Now! Now!"
He didn't answer.
All the old answers were on the tip of his tongue, but he kept them there. He realized he was the end of the line. He sounded like a damned idiot, preaching virtue at her. She wanted him, and he wanted to screw her. Almost a week of abstinence had left him keyed up and horny and Edie's cunning little fingers caressing his cock and balls had done the rest of the job.
He couldn't hold back now. His prick was fully erect and throbbing. The dam was bursting.
He struggled inwardly, then shrugged, told himself: What the hell, Edie wanted him to screw her he wanted Edie, and maybe he had best fuck her while she was around. He would still love her afterward. He wouldn't lose his respect for her provided that he found her a virgin. And, if he handled their humping in the right way, he wouldn't have to worry too much about the possibility that she would cheat on him once he screwed her.
"All right," she whispered. "I love you!"
"I love you!"
Her hands continued to play with his cock and balls. He kept his left hand gripping the ripe globes of her tits, savoring the warmth and softness of those two incredible mounds. His right hand moved lower. Down to the snap of her toreador pants. He opened it. He tugged at the zipper.
The pants fit tightly over the lustiness of Edie's hips and asscheeks. For a moment, they both had to work at the job of getting the pants off her. Then they rolled downward, over her ass past her knees.
She wore nothing now but her bobbysox and her panties. The panties were of black silk, smooth and shiny, forming a striking contrast with the milk-white paleness of her skin. Jerry's hands shook a little as he reached out to help her off with her panties. Down they came, rolling inch by inch, and as he slipped them off her he touched the skin of her asscheeks and his heart pounded until he thought he was going to choke.
Never had he seen Edie's body below the waist, except in shorts or bathing suit. Never had he touched her cunt not once.
Now she was completely nude.
He looked at her. She smiled shyly, keeping her legs close together and hiding her cuntlips as though after all she was changing her mind. His eyes drank in the lush youthful abundance of her body, the firm legs, the rounded waist, the deep-socketed navel, the blondeness of her bush, all bare and ready for him.
"Now you," she whispered. "Take all your clothes off, Jerry. I want to see all of you!"
He undressed. She helped him, eagerly, her fingers flying over his clothes, and in a moment he wasn't wearing a stitch. She still had socks on, at least, but he was totally nude. He felt a moment of embarrassment for her sake as she gasped at his huge cock and swinging balls. After all, she was a virgin, and she was getting her first view of a completely naked man. Virgins were supposed to be frightened of such sights.
But Edie didn't look at all frightened, Jerry realized.
Could it be that she had been fucked before, he wondered? She would have had to start awful young, in that case. He had known her since she was fourteen and he was pretty sure she hadn't screwed anyone since they had started dating. But before He decided, that if she turned out not to be a virgin, he'd give the lying little cock-sucker the beating of her deceitful life.
She stood there, joyfully naked, eyes bright, breasts rising and falling. She looked him over from head to toe. "Come on!" she cried. "Where to?"
"The bedroom," she said. "Let's not use the couch. Let's fuck the right way. Just as though this was our wedding night, Jerry. Let's go to bed!"
He let her drag him upstairs to her bedroom. On the stairs, he watched the jiggling of her bare asscheeks and found it terribly exciting. He had never watched a naked girl run up stairs before. It was a sight worth seeing.
He was swept away on the tide of her passions. Like some ele mental force, Edie had taken complete control of him. She wanted him, wanted his prick desperately, and all of Jerry's mumbles about waiting for the altar were dead words now.
They entered the bedroom. The bed was small, only a single bed. Edie giggled.
"There's room for us both," she said. "Yeah," he said.
They tumbled to the bed. Its frame creaked and groaned as Jerry's weight bore down on it.
"It'll be great if I break it," he said. "What'll you tell your folks?"
"It's an old bed. I'll say it just fell apart. Hold me, Jerry! Hold me tight." He held her.
He put his lips to her mouth and his hands to her breasts, and he felt her eager little fingers exploring his pulsing prick and balls, touching where it was forbidden for a virgin to touch. He was panting and so was she, their bodies heaving around restlessly. Now that the hump-fever was on him, barrier of throwing himself to her and doing away with her virginity in one brutal second.
But that wouldn't be right, he knew.
If she was really cherry, he mustn't rush things. He had to see to it that he brought her along to a peak of passion, that he made this first fuck an experience she would remember glowingly to the end of her life.
He kissed her tits, each in turn, caressing the rosy button of the nipples with his lips, tickling it. His hands swept back and forth across her body as his lips left her breasts and began traveling downward.
Edie made wordless little sounds of impatience, deep in her throat. She was wild. But Jerry knew that it was still too soon to shove his cock in her. He had to wait till she was right at her summit. No matter how much she seemed to want him, he couldn't jump the gun. He wanted her to surrender herself completely.
His kiss descended, and came to rest between her moist cuntlips.
Her hands were against the top of his head, pressing hard, as desire racked her. He heard her cry out, a soft amazed cry of pleasure, as he gave her her first lesson in what kissing her clitoris could do for her. She had never felt anything like this before, obviously, and the cry that was wrung from her was a token of her surprise and delight.
For a long moment he continued cunt-lapping her. He saw her throb and twist. He reached out, touched the skin of her waist and found it warm, the skin of a girl in fierce excitement.
"Jerry," she murmured foggily. "Jerry, honey, I'm burning up ... I can't wait...."
She was telling the truth, he realized. She wanted and needed his cock. This was the moment.
"Jerry ... please...."
He lifted his head and looked along her body, past passion-clouded blue eyes, and smiled at her, and nodded his head.
Then he lifted himself and moved until he was in position above her cunt. Her eyes were half closed, slits of passion. Her bps drooped slackly. They were shiny with passion.
He moved his stiff prick towards her moist cunt. His cock-head parted her cuntlips.
At first contact, she pulled away, her reflexes taking over to protect her from the strange invader. She drew back as though a sword were reaching out to harm her. But an instant later, she returned to him, and Jerry continued the gentle pressure of his dick up her cunt. Slowly, uncertainly, her cunt rushed to meet his cock.
His thrusting cock felt the resistance of a tough membrane in her hot cunt.
His heart soared. It was true! His prick was the first! The only!
He quickened. She shook, and he heard her whimper a little as though in pain, and then she locked her arms tightly around his back and pulled him closer.
He lunged with his cock all the way up her cunt.
He fought back the impulse to spare her, because he knew it would be a mistake to be gentle at just this moment. Instead he continued, thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt.
He forced his eyes to stay open. He wanted to see what she looked like at that moment.
Her eyes were squeezed tight shut, and her mouth was open a little, over her gleaming teeth. The moist warmth of her breath laved his face. Rivulets of sweat were running down her tits.
She didn't seem to be in pain, after the first wincing instant. Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, but they were tears of pleasure. Her golden face was radiant. Jerry did not move. Now he wanted her to have a chance to get used to his big dick and to let the soreness ebb away from her tight cunt.
He put his lips to hers, kissed her lips, and then her lips parted gently, and he moved his tongue and touched the tip of hers, and for a moment she was still as death and then her lips hardened and pressed tight against his, and her arms locked around him again and she started working her cunt slowly.
He started fucking her twat too.
He thrust his big prick in slow rhythms. Her pussy, matched them, and together they screwed, solemnly, a minuet of humping rather than a twist or a ma'am bo. She was still shy, even now. The fact probably hadn't percolated fully through her that she was a virgin no longer. Not yet.
The fucking tempo picked up.
Being this close to her, having her in his arms after the long months of self-denial, set a war of self-control raging in him. He fought desperately to hold back, to bring her to the ultimate orgasm. For a moment, at the outset, it seemed as though he was going to bungle and shoot his load prematurely. But he contained himself, though every muscle in his body had to be strained and pulled taut in the effort.
Then she started to gasp. He knew something was happening to her, something brand new in her experience. Her eyes opened, and she looked at him, dazed and bewildered at the strange powerful forces that were being liberated within her hot, slippery cunt.
"Jerry," she said, her voice thick and hoarse with passion. "Jerry, I feel so strange-"
"Don't talk now."
He lunged into her vagina, more powerfully, quickening his rhythm as he sensed Edie was approaching her orgasm. Suddenly, he felt her asscheeks tighten, her belly began to twitch and her thighs and hips began to work in a wild dance.
He heard her scream joyously, "Oh, Jerry, Jerry, I'm coming, I'm coming and it's so wonderful!" as his own body was jolted by lightning ecstasy. His cock and balls contracted spasmodically in a powerful thrust and his hot scum spurted and surged into the welcoming warmth of her vagina. She held him in a vise-like grip, his groans of ultimate come-pleasure mingling with her joyous screams as she experienced woman's greatest sensation sweeping through her twitching twat and belly in churning bliss.
They lay sideway's still clinging to each other, Edie's legs still locked around Jerry's middle as if she would never let his cock go.
"Thank you, Jerry dear," she murmured. "Now I know what it means to be a woman."
"Did you like that?"
"Oh, Jerry, I'm never going to forgive you for holding out your wonderful prick on me for so long!"
She kissed him, and began to wriggle her sensuous young belly and full, firm buttocks as she still held him captive with her tight, hot cunt.
As she kept up the voluptuous grind, she urged his mouth to her breasts, and grinned mischievously, "Now that I know what it's like, you're going to make up for lost time right now."
Fire rose swiftly again in Jerry's cock as it stiffened to fuck her insatiable cunt yet once again.