Chapter 6
Joe Green had an urge in his loins as he sat in his father's car with his girl friend, Susan Swartz. He put his hand in his pocket, felt the change and loose bills there. And then he felt an even greater urgent throbbing at his thighs. His cock was in heat and Joe knew that tonight he would satisfy all his sexual needs. He was determined to fuck Susan tonight. He had purposely suggested to Susan that they drive out to his folks' cottage at the lake and spend the evening together. There were plenty of beds there. It would be more comfortable than a car. He had managed to sneak a bottle of wine from his father's supply. Joe wasn't at all sure that Susan needed to be fed wine before she got fucked, but why take chances, he had thought. After all, he didn't know her too well, as yet. He hadn't even talked sex to her to any great degree - the bottle of wine might be just the incentive she would need.
They were only about a mile from the lake when Joe glanced over at Susan for the fifth or sixth time. Previously, when he had glanced at her, she had kept her eyes trained on the road ahead. This time, however, she turned and looked back at him and smiled warmly.
"Hi," he said, grinning. "How do you feel, Susan?" Even he wasn't sure what he meant by this question. It was just something to say.
"Feel okay," she responded. "How far is it to the cottage?"
"We're almost there," he told her, his pulse picking up speed at the thought.
"You sure no one knows we're going there - to the cottage, I mean?"
"Nobody knows. I swiped the keys to the cottage. My dad won't miss them. He doesn't go there much this time of year." It was the month of May.
Susan shivered a little. 'There won't be any . . . mice or stuff around, will there, Joe?"
"No. It's like a house in town. I mean it was built well." He hoped this would put her fears at rest. Christ, he didn't want her feeling scared - of anything. That wouldn't do, at all. He wanted her to feel good. Maybe he ought to stop the car and give her a drink of wine? He no more than had the thought when he slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a sudden halt. It was a country road and there was no traffic to cause problems.
"Hey," she cried. "Why are you stopping? Are we there?"
"No. Just thought I'd like a drink. I've got a bottle of wine. You take a drink, too. Okay?"
"What kind of wine is it, Joe?"
"Good-tasting stuff - blackberry. You'll like it. I know."
Her voice sounded relieved as if she had tried some wines previously that she definitely disliked. "Blackberry? That's good stuff. Where's the bottle?"
"In the trunk - in a box. I put it there in case the cops might stop us for some reason." He took the key out of the ignition, opened the door and stepped out of the car. He unlocked the trunk, got the wine and returned to the front seat, taking care to lock the car door after him. He did this because of the many cases of recent attacks on kids as they sat in their cars while parking on lonely roads. He handed the bottle to Susan after removing the cap. "Here. Take some of this. It's really great."
Susan took the bottle and raised it to her pretty lips. She sipped slowly.
"Go on," he urged. "Take a real drink. It'll make you feel good."
"Okay, but isn't it kind of dangerous to drink in a car like this?"
"Yeah. But this is a country road. No cops out here. At least I've never seen any on this road."
Susan took a much bigger drink, and wiping her mouth with her fingers, giggled. "Hey, Joe," she said. "Let's have a real ball, shall we?"
He laughed easily. "Sure, Sue. That's the idea. Can I have a drink now?"
She handed him the bottle and surprised him pleasantly by squeezing his thigh with her other hand at the same time. "I feel good already," she confessed.
"Wait awhile," he told her. "Well really have a ball at the cottage." He took a swig from the bottle, then another. He handed it back to her and watched as she did likewise, smiling over the bottle at him as she drank.
'Tastes good, doesn't it?" he asked, eyeing her legs. She wore a very short skirt and light blouse with a plunging neckline. Susan had possibly the prettiest legs in the entire school. He had often noticed them, even before he had thought of going steady with her. Sometimes he now wondered why he had waited so long before asking her for that first date. He must have been nuts, he thought.
"Yeah, this sure as hell tastes good," she mused, taking another drink from the bottle, a good, long drink this time. "Wow," she said, after swallowing it. "If I keep this up I'll be higher'n a kite."
"That's your dad's expression," he said quickly. "I heard him say that same thing when I was at your house the other night."
"Yeah, I know. My dad drinks quite a bit sometimes. He can get pretty loaded."
"So does mine. He doesn't get really drunk, but he can sure put it away."
She took another drink and handed the bottle to him.
He took a drink, then offered the bottle back to her. She waved her hand without speaking, as if to indicate that she had not quite gotten the other one all the way down yet. He recapped the bottle and put it under the seat, realizing this was not a smart tiling to do, in case of cops. But he did it anyway. A little wine made Joe take more chances than he would normally.
He turned on the headlights and started the car. They drove directly to the cottage, parking at the back of it, close to the door. They got out and he locked the car, unlocked the cottage door and turned on a light. They entered and Susan took a good look around at the place.
"Man," she said. 'This is a nice place. A bit dusty maybe, but nice. This is a better home than most people have to live in all the time. I mean, year 'round."
"I told you it was well built," Joe said, remembering suddenly that he had left the bottle in the car. "Wait a minute," he told her. "I must be getting stupid. Forgot the bottle. I'll go get it." He returned to the car, got the bottle and came back into the cottage. He carefully locked the door and drew the curtains on the windows. "Don't want anyone looking in at us. They might tell my folks we were here," he explained, more to himself than to Susan.
She regarded him strangely. "I've got folks, too, you know, Joe." She said it quietly.
He glanced at her quickly. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to sound so damned self-centered." He grinned at her.
She surprised him pleasantly again, just as she had in the car. Only this time she didn't squeeze his leg - she stood on tiptoe and kissed his mouth quickly, her tongue darting in between his lips hotly. Then she pulled back away from him and smiled oddly.
"Did you like that, Joe, baby?" Her eyes were filled with lust now.
Joe was quite excited by all this. "Did I like it? Are you kidding? Of course, I liked it, Susie. Come here. Let's do some more of it."
But she laughed and moved away from him. "I need some more wine first," she confessed. "Honest I do, Joe."
He could understand this easily enough. "Sure," he said, and handed the bottle to her.
She took a long pull at it, much like a boy would, and then gave him the bottle. Joe likewise took a long pull at it and was surprised a few moments later to discover he was getting a bit high. "Wow," he said, without explaining what he meant.
"Wow, yourself," she cried, laughing. Then her face grew serious. "Can I ask you something, Joe?"
He took a deep breath. "Sure. Go ahead and ask me anything you want."
She also took a deep breath, holding it for quite a while and then releasing it in a sudden whoosh of air. "Did you," she said slowly, looking at his lips and not into his eyes, "bring me out here to see if you could fuck me?"
Joe grinned nervously. "Man, what a question to ask a guy. Jesus!" How do I answer that one, he thought. He could feel his cheeks burning a little.
Now, she looked him straight in the eye and her own eyes were very bright. "Just tell me the truth, Joe. Did you bring me here to fuck me?"
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Well, hell..." He had a difficult time continuing. "Every guy is .. . usually trying to ... fuck his girl, you ought to know that. At least some of the time, he is. I - er I... hell, I guess I might as well tell you. Yes, I brought you out here to see if I could .. . fuck you, but that's not the only reason. I like you, too. That's another reason. There're all sorts of reasons why I brought you here. I like being alone with you even though we haven't been alone very much and I like .. ."
She held up her hand and stopped him. "Okay, you told me. I asked you and you told me honestly. I like " that."
Joe's heart was pounding hard now. He moistened his dry lips and looked at her titties pushing through the thin fabric of her blouse. "Look," he said. "Would you mind doing something for me?"
She smiled at him. "Such as what, Joe?"
He swallowed. 'Take off your. . . blouse ... let me . . . see your titties bare?"
Her cheeks reddened slightly. "I'd better have another drink of wine, Joe."
"Sure, sure," he said hastily. "We've got more than half a bottle left. Maybe I should have brought two bottles." He handed the bottle to her.
She drank, then handed it back to him. "Boy, I like that stuff. It tastes real fine."
"Yeah, I like it, too," he said, secretly congratulating himself on the wisdom of bringing the wine. He took a drink, tilting his head back as he did so and closing his eyes. When he had finished it, he opened his eyes and was agreeably surprised.
Susan had removed her blouse and he immediately saw she wasn't wearing a bra. She held her arms over her breasts in a rather shy manner, however. She seemed to be having difficulty looking him straight in the eye now, he noted.
He smiled at her nicely, removed his jacket and shirt and let her look at his chest. He had quite a bit of hair on his chest for his age and was quite proud of the fact. 'There," he said. 'That makes us even . .. except that you can see all my chest while I can't see all of yours, if you know what I mean."
In a very shy way she slowly lowered her arms and let him gaze at her pretty, full breasts. Instantly, he got a hard-on. It became so hard it almost hurt him. "Man," he breathed heavily, "are you ever nice. Christ, what a pair of titties. Man, they're out-of-sight. God ..." His own face had reddened, he was sure. It certainly felt like it. God, she was pretty. Man, oh, man, oh, man!
"Do you like .. . them, Joe?" she asked softly.
"Do I? Jesus! What a question! They really turn me on, Sue. Man, do they ever turn me on." For the life of him he could think of nothing better to say to her.
"I'm glad, Joe. I like the looks of your.. . chest, too. It turns me on." She looked away, then straight back at him. "How about another drink?"
Silently, he handed the bottle to her and watched her drink. She returned it and he capped it and set it down without taking a drink himself. "You know something?" he asked slowly.
She looked puzzled. "What?"
"I said, do you know something? I've got a hard-on."
She averted her eyes quickly and he saw the red blush come to her cheeks. It made her particularly desirable, more so than ever. "You must think I'm an awful dumb boob," she said hesitantly. "Blushing all over the place this way."
"I like it," he said. "I like a girl who can blush. Honest I do."
She seemed not to be listening. "Joe," she said, looking at him in a strained manner. "You probably won't believe this, but I'm a . . . virgin."
He swallowed with difficulty because of the high degree of excitement that was passing over him. "Are you?" he asked, knowing it was a stupid thing to say, but saying it anyway.
She looked at the floor. "Yes," she said. "But I can't stay one all my life, can I, Joe?"
His heart pounded harder than before at hearing this revealing statement. "I guess you can't," he answered lamely. "I mean - er, hell, I don't know what I'm saying, I guess."
She nodded. "You're going to fuck me, aren't you, Joe?"
He swallowed hard again. "Only if you'll let me, Sue," he told her. "I won't get rough, or nothing like that. I promise."
She smiled at him. "Thank you, Joe, for saying that. You know, you're a real nice guy. I guess I'd rather lose my ... virginity to a real nice guy than to a guy who's not very nice. You know what I mean, Joe?"
"Sure, sure," he answered quickly, his head seemingly flying a mile above his body. "You're a real great girl, Sue. I'm not just telling you this - I really like you a lot. I mean that."
She covered her breasts with her arms again, but only for a few moments. Apparently, he had frowned when she did this, although he was not fully aware of it. Seeing his frown, she quickly removed her arms from over her breasts and exposed them to his full view.
"You really like looking at them, don't you, Joe?" she asked quietly. "I can tell by the expression on your face. Tell me, what is it about a girl's titties that makes boys want to look at them?"
He grinned nervously. "Are you kidding me? What do you mean, tell you what there is about a girl's tits that makes a guy want to look at them?"
"Now you're asking me questions," she returned. "We won't get anywhere that way. Let me ask you again. Why do you like to look at my boobs?"
"Because I'm a guy," he answered.
She nodded. "I guess my question was pretty stupid at that." She cleared her throat. "What are we gonna do now, just stand here and talk?"
Joe swallowed hard. "Want me to show you mine?" he asked, gulpingly.
Again she blushed prettily. "If you want to, Joe." She looked at the floor when she spoke.
He slipped his slacks down over his hips, after glancing at the drawn curtains over the windows to make certain they were in place. They were. He pulled off his slacks and tossed them over a chair, feeling somewhat self-conscious standing there in his briefs.
"I can't see anything, Joe," she said.
"Yeah," he said. "Give me time, Sue." He was a bit hesitant about pulling down his briefs and exposing his hard-on, but he did it, finally. He also took off the briefs altogether and tossed them aside. He turned and looked at her bare breasts as his cock quivered with anticipation.
"Wow!" she said, catching her breath. "Do you intend putting that long thing inside me?"
Joe grinned. "Sure. Why not?"
"Wow," she said, repeating herself to an extent. "Are you really gonna be able to fit that thing into me?"
'That's what it's for," he said.
Her eyes were wide, her lips parted as she stared at his long cock. "Boy, I don't know," she said hesitantly. "That's gonna hurt awful, that big thing."
Joe was pleased and vexed, both. He was pleased that she should call his cock "big" and vexed because he was afraid she was backing down. He had to do something fast to reassure her, he knew. "Hey, Sue," he said. "If you don't want me to stick it in, I won't. I don't want to make you ... feel bad." He watched her eyes closely to see what her reaction to his suggestion would be.
She smiled at him oddly. "You don't mean that, Joe. I can tell from the look on your face. You're just being nice, but you want to fuck me in the worst way." She evidently thought about what she had just said, for her face reddened prettily and she corrected herself. "I meant, the best way. No. Not that, either. I meant, you really want to fuck me, don't you, Joe?" Her eyes seemed to be imploring him to answer in the right way, whatever that was.
"Yes," he replied. "I do really want to fuck you. I think I'd rather fuck you, Sue, than do anything else, no matter what it could be. All I have to do is look at you and I get hot and weak and filled with strong urges. I'd be a liar if I told you I didn't want to do it to you."
She smiled and seemed to thrust her tits outward. It appeared that Joe had said the correct thing to her. "You're a nice guy, Joe. If you want to try and stick that long ... thing in me ... well, I guess I can stand a little pain. I mean, other girls have had it done to them. I'm just as good as they are."
"You're better than other girls," he said quickly and gallantly. "I think you are. You're the best-looking girl in school - no kidding."
"Joe," she said shyly. "Would you think I was awful if I asked you something?"
He was puzzled and his face showed it. "I don't know. What do you want to ask me?"
She averted her eyes for the moment and spoke. "Would you mind if I.. . touched it?"
Joe felt a thrill pass over him. "Would I mind? Hell, no. I'd like to have you touch it." He moistened his lips nervously. "You can even ... kiss it if you want to. Christ, I'd like to have you kiss my cock, Sue."
She came to him slowly, her eyes looking down at his crotch. When she was close enough, he saw her hand reach out 'and take hold of him. Her fingers were soft and warm and when she made contact with his cock, he nearly blew off. But he didn't, somehow. She did not hold his prick long, for she appeared quite distraught momentarily and backed away.
"You must think I'm awful," she said softly, not looking at him. Her arms covered her breasts again as if she were attempting to make up for her boldness.
Joe's heart was thumping so hard he thought she could hear it. "I think you're just wonderful, Sue. That felt good when you touched it. Can I do the same to you?"
She glanced up quickly. "You mean, put your fingers inside me? Oh, Joe, I don't know. I'm scared."
Joe drew in his breath and held it for a time before letting it out slowly. "I meant your titties, Sue, not your . . ." He didn't complete the sentence.
"You can feel my titties, if you want to, Joe," she said quickly.
"Come with me into the bedroom, Sue. I'll bring the bottle and we can lay on the bed and drink and fool around, you know."
She moistened her lips now. "All right, Joe. I guess that would be the best way."
Best way? he asked himself. Did she mean what he thought she meant? He hoped so. "Come on," he said and got the wine bottle. Together they left the room and entered the bedroom. Joe turned on a light and glanced at the windows. The shades were drawn. Good. Hesitantly, he sat on the bed and patted the place next to him. "Sit down, Sue."
"I'm so scared," she said, her lips quivering.
"Yeah, I know. So'm I," he confessed, although this was not altogether true. He was more nervous than scared.
She surprised him by reaching over and clasping his very hard cock in her hand. "Oh, I like the feel of it," she cried passionately. "It's so hard and hot and everything."
Joe cleared his throat nervously. "Why don't you do something ... to it?"
She did not reply but bent over and kissed the end of his prick. Quickly. Then she straightened up and turned her face away from him.
"Hey," he said. 'Turn around. Let me see you."
Slowly, she turned her face to him and he saw the wild look in her eyes. Also, she was breathing faster. "Oh, Joe," she murmured and jacked his cock several times inexpertly. He couldn't have cared less how inexperienced she was - the very touch of her fingers was all he needed to be thrilled at the moment.
"Jesus, Sue, that feels great. Kiss it again ... please?"
"All right, Joe." She bent her head again, her long blond hair tumbling down about her face and touching his skin before her lips did. When her lips did touch the head of his cock, he squirted a little, unable to restrain himself.
She drew back. "Oh, Joe ..." She was trembling violently now. "Oh, my God ... Joe!"
He knew something wild had happened to her. Maybe she had had an orgasm. He had heard of girls having orgasms from doing things like kissing a guy's cock. Man, this was hot stuff.
"Kiss it again," he urged, and reaching over with his hands, cupped both of her breasts.
Now she bent once again to kiss his prick. When she bent lower, he was obliged to release her tits for the moment. He immediately cupped his hand over them again when she had reached her desired position. However, she did not kiss it this time. She did something far better. She parted her lips and took the head of his cock between them and very lightly sucked it. Almost immediately, however, she removed her lips and moaned softly.
Much to Joe's amazement he found he had released her breasts and was now leaning back, projecting his crotch as far as he could. She leaned her face against his tummy and her hair and cheeks felt wonderful as she pressed against him.
"Oh, Joe," she murmured. "Oh ... Joe ..."
Gently, carefully, he pushed her over on her back. She offered no resistance when he pulled up her skirt and began tugging at her pantyhose. Shortly afterwards, he was between her legs, holding his cock in his right hand and attempting to gain entrance with it.
She was, he soon found out, very small.
He shifted his position while she moaned beneath him.
Once again he thrust his cock at her slit, but only the head would enter. Even so, she cried out in pain.
"Cool it," he told her. "It'll hurt a little, but only for a little while."
"Oh, Joe," she cried, almost sobbing the words.
He thrust forward with his prick and felt something wet on his hand. She was lubricating now.
Fine. Wonderful.
With all the skill he possessed, which was not considerable, he pressed forward and was rewarded by knowing the ecstatic feeling of having his stiff penis slide into her warm cunt.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathed, not even aware he had spoken.
"Joe, oh, Joe," she returned. "Do it to me, Joe. Fuck me!"
He began to move in her slowly, carefully, not wanting to break contact with her now. With each stroke of his prick, the thing went in a bit farther until, finally, it was all the way in.
"So good, Joe ... so good ... so ..."
He barely heard her, he was so excited. He did have one thought. She likes it. God, she really likes it. Great!
"Oh," she moaned. "Oh ... Joe ... do it to me, darling. Do it to me good."
Joe could have kicked himself then for becoming overly excited. It caused him to break contact. Instantly, Susan was clawing at him frantically.
"Oh, my God," she cried. "Don't stop, Joe, baby."
"Jesus," he cried back. "I didn't mean to pull it out."
A look of extreme wantonness spread over her face as she looked up at him. "Oh, honey," she sobbed. "Fuck me nice. I want it so much."
Her use of the four-letter word did remarkable things to him. For one thing, it nearly drove him wild with urge and he didn't need any more of this, being already as high on it as he could get. For another thing, it caused his cock to eject little streams of thick, gray goo. This was nice - oh, brother, was it nice - but it wouldn't do. He wanted it to squirt inside of her and not on the bed.
Susan's eyes were very wild now since she had seen the squirtings from his cock. "Man," she cried, sobbing the word. "Oh, man ... I think I'm gonna die."
"No, you aren't. Just wait. I'll get it in where it belongs again."
"Please . .. do," she whispered. "Hurry." Joe thrust his rock-hard cock at her slit again and this time it slipped in all the way to the hilt. He pressed forward and felt the warm wetness of her inner cunt walls surrounding his cock. Wonderful feeling! Terrific! He resumed breathing again, although he had scarcely been aware of his sporadic gulps at air.
"God, your box is tight and nice," he told her, the words tumbling out of his mouth hurriedly. "It feels so snug. I never knew such a good feeling."
"Oh, it's wonderful," she cried. "I never dreamed it would be so much fun. I ought to have my head examined for not fucking somebody before. I just love to fuck and suck."
Joe thought she was getting rather free with her use of four-letter words, but he said nothing. Things like this never mattered much, except when they turned you on.
'That's my girl," he said, for want of anything better to voice.
"Oh, Joe, honey, fuck me fast. Fuck me like you never fucked anybody before." She stopped short on this. "Say, you haven't done it to a lot of other girls, have you?" She looked up at him as if entreating him to reply in the negative.
"No," he said, and this was pretty much the truth. "No, I haven't laid a lot of other girls. I'm almost as much of a virgin as you are."
She giggled and' he could feel her cunt bouncing about his cock. It was a surprisingly exciting feeling. She giggled once more and once more he felt her cunt doing something pleasant to his prick. "How could you be almost a virgin?" she wanted to know, giggling further.
"Search me," he said, sounding like his father from whom he had picked up the term. "Damned if I know."
"Do it to me good, Joe, honey," She began writhing her hips.
"Hey, that feels good," he said. "Would you like to get on top?"
"Oh, can we do it that way?" she asked innocently.
"We can do it any old way we want, Sue."
"Okay. Turn over. I mean you get on the bottom. Do you have to take it out of my cunt while we turn over?"
"I don't think so," he said, and hugging her buttocks fiercely, he turned over on his back, holding his prick inside her cunt until she was safely above him. Her tits pressed against his hairy chest and he discovered they felt much softer now, for some reason. He glanced down at her breasts at the precise instant she lifted her upper body slightly. He saw her young tits hanging down in an enchanting way. It seemed an unlikely, even impossible thing to happen, but he could have sworn his penis grew even harder from looking at her breasts so close to his face. "You're a pretty gal," he said huskily. "I think I'll go off in your cunt soon. Can't hold back much longer, baby. I'm just too goddamned hot."
"That's okay. I want you to ... go off in me. I want to feel the .. . stuff hit me in there."
This sort of talk was too much for him. He spurted immediately, the thick stream erupting explosively and continuing to shoot up into her for what seemed to be a very long time.
They lay on the bed entirely naked for a while and then she got up and asked him where the toilet was. He told her and she left the bedroom. A moment later, he got up and walked into the living room, carrying the wine bottle with him. He sat down on a sofa, the bottle between his legs, and waited for her. He was facing the toilet door and when she opened it, he immediately saw her nakedness and it set him up again. Grinning, he glanced at her, then down at his cock, then back at her.
"See what you do to me, Sue?" he exclaimed.
She stopped in her tracks, her hands folded together in front of her pubic hair region. Evidently, she still felt self-conscious about exposing her body to him. "How about that," she cried, giggling. "What makes it get that way?"
He looked at her sharply. "You do." He coughed. "I mean, seeing you naked makes it get hard."
She approached him. 'Take the bottle away. I want to see ... everything."
He pulled the bottle out from between his legs, his penis standing straight up, his balls partly exposed. 'There," he said. 'Take a good look. No admission charge. It's on the house."
She pursed her lips prettily. "Very nice, very lovely," she murmured. "What is it like to have a thing like that between your legs?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. It's good, I guess. What's it like to have a cunt that a guy sticks his whang into?"
"Oh, it's just wonderful, Joe. Honest it is. Beautiful."
He glanced down at his hard-on. "Want to use it?" he asked, smiling.
She seemed to catch her breath. Biting her lips hard, she stared at his prick in what he thought was a longing manner. "Joe," she said slowly. "Could I suck it . .. until you ... well, you know."
"Sure," he replied eagerly. "Hell, yes. Of course you can. I'd like nothing better."
This girl, it seemed, was constantly surprising him. For a declared virgin, she certainly was learning fast. Now, she surprised him again. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she parted his legs quickly and crawled between them. Pressing her soft, warm titties against his tummy, she slipped her arms about him briefly and hugged. He hugged her, too, his stiff cock pressing against her own tummy.
"Man, I like being with you," she said huskily. "I just love this."
"Yeah, know what you mean. I like it, too, being here like this with you."
She moved back slightly and pulled her arms from about him. Looking up at him, she moistened her lips suggestively. "Okay?" It was a question and he knew the answer.
"Sure, okay," he said, and parted his legs a bit more. She ran her tongue down his flesh, beginning at his neck and ending up just above the hair around his prick.
She seemed to halt there, but a moment later, she cried out oddly and opened her mouth to take his throbbing cock between her lips.
"Jesus!" he cried. "Jesus, that feels great. Suck it, baby, suck the hell out of it."
She ran her tongue over the head of his cock and then plunged her lips down about it, going all the way to the hair. She pulled back, her lips caressing his erection as she moved back to the head. Then she removed her mouth and looked at him and grinned. "Does that feel good? I mean, really good, Joe?"
"It really does, Sue. Jesus, how it does. Do it again, go all the way down like you just did. Man, is that ever good."
"All right, Joe, honey. Get ready."
She was very knowledgeable for a virgin, he thought, for then she slipped her hands under his buttocks and clasped him lovingly as her lips returned to their exciting task. Joe closed his eyes when he felt the wetness of her lips as they encircled his quivering throbbing whang. God, it was going to be great blowing off in her mouth. It was the sort of thing he had dreamed of doing for what seemed to be many, many years. He had fantasized about things like this so many times, he had lost count. How wonderful it was to have a pretty-lipped, pink-faced girl wanting to suck him. Jesus, how sweet it was.
She lifted her hand from under his buttocks and began playing with his balls very gently. He shoved his body forward so his balls would hang off the edge of the sofa. When they did so, she cupped them carefully, one ball in each hand, while her mouth worked on his raging prick.
"Sue, baby, I can't hold it," he gasped suddenly and felt the squirting beginning. "Please ... please," he begged, not knowing what he was saying or why he was saying it.
Her head bobbed up and down on his cock in a furiously sucking manner now. He thought he was going to die from sheer excitement, so great was it.
"Give it to me, baby," she cried thickly, for her mouth was full of raging prick. "Give it all to me. I want it."
Joe blew.
He blew wildly, furiously, with absolutely no control at all.
She sucked hard, her lips making loud suckling sounds.
He blew more.
He stopped blowing ... and then resumed it with an even greater intensity.
"Suck it out of me, doll," he cried desperately. She sucked.
Once again he blew, this time the squirtings were even greater than the first times.
The next thing he was aware of was her tongue running over the head of his very wet penis. "What are you doing?" he asked, dully. He was exhausted by the terrific exertion.
"Cleaning up your cock, darling," she replied. "It is such a pretty cock. It would be a shame not to have it cleaned up."
Joe grinned happily. What a girl he had. What a joy it was to be with her. Impulsively, he leaned over and kissed her squarely on the lips. He didn't mind that her mouth smelled of cum. After all, the cum was a part of himself, wasn't it? Did the saliva in his mouth turn him off? Of course not. He kissed her again and held the kiss for a very long time.
They were dressed now and sitting quietly on the floor in front of the sofa sipping wine. Joe had found another bottle of it that had probably been hidden in the cottage by his father, his mother not always being very lenient when it came to his father having a few snorts. The bottle Joe had brought had been long gone and the new one about one-third empty. Both of them were getting high, but not too high. They were both laughing more readily at each other's remarks now and they seemed obsessed with talking about their mutual sexual experience.
"Man, Joe," Sue said, giggling. "You certainly know how to make a girl feel good. I'd rather be with you, like we are now, than with any other person on this earth."
"You're kidding," he said.
"No, I'm not kidding. I really like being with you."
"We should have stayed undressed."
"We probably would have if you had found the second bottle of wine earlier."
"Yeah. We were ready to go home when that happened. You aren't getting drunk, are you, Sue?"
"I feel pretty good," she said and laughed hard.
"So do I. We have to watch it, though. I can't take you home, you know, if you get too high. Your folks wouldn't let you go out with me again."
"Don't worry, Joe baby. I won't get that high. I quite often steal some of my dad's booze and take it up to my bedroom at night, after my folks have gone to sleep. What I mean is, I know how to drink pretty good."
Joe felt relieved, even though he was not quite sure if he fully believed her statement. He hoped it was true - it would be a hell of a mess if he ended up the evening by taking her home, drunk. Or getting loaded, himself. He glanced across the room to ascertain if his eyes had any trouble focusing instantly. They did not. Joe could always tell when he was getting too much alcohol by performing this little experiment. He had heard his father speaking of it one time and had used it himself on two or three occasions.
"What are you doing, honey?" she asked, noticing him squinting his eyes.
"Oh, nothing," he replied and smiled at her. "Want another drink?"
She took the bottle, sipped from it and then handed it back to him without speaking. He also took a sip from it and put the bottle down.
"What else can we do, Joe, baby?" Sue asked, looking at him as they continued to sit on the floor in front of the sofa.
He laughed. "You want me to fuck you again, Susan?"
She pursed her lips. "I wouldn't mind, Joe, honey. I like having your long cock rammed up my cunt."
"Hey," he cried. "You keep surprising me all the time. When we first came here you were shy and your face got all red and everything. Now, you talk about cocks and cunts like they were nothing. Did the wine do that to you or is it because we've already fucked and sucked?"
"Both, I suppose. Mostly the sucking did it, I think. God, I liked sucking your cock, Joe. It really thrilled me something awful."
"Hey," he cried, "you keep on talking like that and I'll have another hard-on."
She pursed her lips again prettily. "Well . .. what's so terrible about that, honey?" She looked at him lustfully.
He shook his head as he grinned. "Man, you're a hot one, all right. You really are. You know something? I think I sensed that about you somehow."
She nodded vigorously. "I know. I felt the same way about you." She cleared her throat and patted his leg. "I still do, honey. More so than ever. Boy, what a fine cock you have. And you really know how to use it, I think."
"You think?"
She grinned at him. "Well, I was a virgin till we came here and fucked. How would I know for sure if you know how to use your cock? Let's put it this way. I think you know a lot about how to fuck. I'll bet you've fucked a lot of girls."
The wine made him reply as he did. "Well, yeah ... a few ... here and there. I'm a guy, you know, and guys do get around sometimes." He coughed. "My folks are pretty good, too, if you know what I mean."
"You're lucky. My folks watch me like mad. I was surprised they let me go out with you in the car tonight."
"Your folks probably think I'm a nice boy, whatever that is."
Sue nodded again. "Yes, they do. That's the reason they let me go out with you in your car. Boy, if they only knew that you've already fucked me ... or that I sucked your prick dry ... About the only thing I haven't done is let you stick it up my asshole."
Joe looked at her quickly. "Hey," he said again. "You sure you aren't getting too high?" Her language had changed so much, he found it hard to believe the wine wasn't the cause.
"I'm okay," she said. "Watch me and see for yourself." Sue jumped to her feet easily, moved across the room gracefully and spun around on one foot several times without losing her balance. "Now do you believe me, Joe, honey?" She spun around once more, perfectly. "I'm not drunk. I couldn't do that if I was."
"Come on back and sit beside me. You're okay. Hell, I bet I couldn't do that myself."
She came back and sat down near him and touched the front of his pants. "Is it hard?" she asked, and then answered her own question, apparently, by shaking her head negatively.
"You could get it hard, Sue, by sucking on it," he suggested.
She pursed her lips as before. It made a pretty picture. "Well, yes, I could, couldn't I? On the other hand, I could sit on your lap and jack-off your cock with my cunt. Would you like that, honey?"
Joe sighed deeply. "Now you've done it," he said unsteadily. 'Take another feel of it."
She felt the front of his pants. "Oh, Joe, baby, you've got a beautiful hard-on. Does it always happen that quickly?"
"Only when a pretty girl like you says things like you just said, baby."
"Shall I take it out, Joe and play with it?"
Joe's heart was hammering loudly as it had earlier in the evening. He looked at his blonde, blue-eyed girl friend, the one with the shapely legs and lovely tits.
"I'll be goddamned," he said softly. "You are absolutely the hottest chick I've ever been out with."
She laughed musically. "It's you, honey. You bring it out in me."
Joe sighed and leaned back on his hands as he sat with legs stretched out on the cottage floor. "Baby, I think it's about time you took my cock out of my pants and lifted your skirt, pulled down your pantyhose and jacked-off my cock with your cunt. There's nothing I'd like better than to have a nice, wet cunt jacking me off."
She was on him quickly. Before he could hardly draw another breath, he felt his cock slipping up inside of her warm wetness.
"I'm going to fuck you this time, Joe," she whispered. "I'm going to fuck you off, baby."
"Some virgin," he replied softly. "You're really some virgin."
"I'm not a virgin any longer," she replied, breathing hard as she pumped up and down on his cock, her cunt so warm and wet that it caused him to strain and stiffen his body immediately.
"I'm gonna blow, Sue," he cried. "It feels so great I can't hold it."
She was pumping up and down in a furious manner now, her eyes bulging out of her head as she gasped for breath and screwed up her face in ecstasy. "Blow, honey," she cried. "Blow... with me, baby... blow ..."
Joe blew everything he had while she continued to jack his cock with her cunt. When he ceased flowing upward into her box, she collapsed on top of him and the two of them lay in this position, not moving, for a long time.
Finally, they got up, drank some more of the wine, and regretfully went home. One thing they both knew now - there would be many more suck and fuck evenings together.