Chapter 3
Needless to say, I was tremendously intrigued by the contrast between Jim's seeming shyness and his utterly masterful way with sex. In the weeks that followed, in addition to getting almost nightly bouts of excellent fucking, I found out the key to his mystery.
It seemed that in contrast to the image of the shy conservative country boy that he gave off, he was quite well-known in the larger towns in the area as a tough talking tough fucking biker. Although he was on his best behavior in our small town as a means of maintaining his parents' reputation and of not bringing their wrath down upon himself, as soon as he got out to any of the bigger towns where his anonymity was assured, Jim was known far and wide for going off on binges of drinking and drugs and taking on a number of women in the course of a night-sometimes as many as a dozen in the course of a weekend. He never seemed to have much money to spend but he was such a favorite among the prostitutes among the towns around that he never had to pay for it. For Jim, his cock and his mind provided the price of admission. I didn't learn all this all at once because Jim, regarding me as just another silly young girl, was afraid of shocking me. Little did he know that I myself was totally out for adventure-adventure of the raunchiest sort that I could find-and far from being shocked by the details of his mischievous life, I only became more intrigued and more attracted to him. Learning his mysteries, and finding out that he himself was really one big container of raunchy adventure, made me feel more abandoned, made me feel even more eager to learn all about sex and anything else as fast as I could. This feeling of mine communicated itself although I never quite had the nerve to say it to him in as many words, because the pace and the experimentation and the mental aspects of fucking kept growing; more and more intense almost from night to night.
The general pattern of our evenings was something like this: Jim would pick me up around dusk and we would climb on his motorcycle and ride for a while. I always kept up a very prim appearance for my family and they just assumed that I was going riding with that nice guy from down the street. They never suspected that we were engaged in an adolescent odyssey of sensuality; they never would have guessed that in the first few short weeks of our acquaintance we covered more horny ground than many people experience in a lifetime.
We would ride out of town, out toward the fields, and, both of us getting excited by the motion of the ride, we would push on down the highway. Sometimes we would ride for as long as an hour or almost two hours before stopping. We were both eager as hell to fuck but we wanted to extend the expectation, we wanted to tease each other along by staying on the bike. As always, Jim was totally in control; it was up to him whether to stop or whether to keep me waiting, and from force of habit he would know that I would be soaking wet sitting on the back, my hot pussy already thinking ahead to the evening's adventures, wondering what would happen and looking forward to anything that Jim might think of to do to me.
When he was finally good and ready, Jim would pull off to the side of the road into one of the many fields or off into a little wooded patch that dotted the landscape here and there and get down to it. The main thing I want to get across about these evenings is how fully Jim was in control of me. Although only a couple of years older than myself, he had managed through his energy and originality of character to go through a lifetime's worth of fucking, a lifetime's worth of experimentation. He used me however he wanted, sensing that I was ready to be used, sensing that that's what I most wanted.
In the course of these first several weeks, he taught me more positions than I had ever imagined existed. He had a hundred different ways of moving my legs: sometimes he would pin them down with his shoulders, stretching them way back and narrowing the slit of my cunt so that the pressure of his cock was even more delicious; other times he would force my legs open wide and I would feel my hole dilate and take him in more easily, but in that case it went in still deeper and the pressure at the mouth of my womb increased with a wonderful sort of pain. He held me crawling around on my knees while he prodded me from the back; he even stood behind me and held my thighs in the air, teasing me with his cock while I walked on my hands. He was out to teach me as much as he could in as short a time as he could and he could not have found a more willing pupil.
In addition to these various modes of cunt fucking, Jim introduced me to more and more of the subtleties of giving head. Although on that first night I had done as good and as instinctive job on his cock as I could, he soon made me realize that there was a lot more to learn. In those few weeks I became very adept at tongue play, I learned how to use my teeth, developed a feel for when to bite down and just when to let it slide on the soft inside of my cheeks. I learned the wonderful feelings that a man could be given by gently playing with his balls, and I even overcame my initial repugnance to the notion of putting my fingers up Jim's ass when he came.
So you can see my sex life was off to a felicitous and precocious start, and as it had been from the very beginning, it was still intimately linked with motorcycles. From the second that I would climb onto the bike-just in short skirt without panties, as always-and I would feel the roar and the vibrations of the engine under me, I would feel the same mysterious link between the power of the engine and the power of my own sexuality as I had felt in my undeveloped state since even before puberty. The sound, the power, the roar, the speed-these were the sort of feelings that linked motorcycles to fucking and it seems that I never get enough of either of them.
Of all the new delights that I was introduced to during those first few weeks of our relationship, there was one in particular that sticks in my mind and which I want to tell you about. The reason I remember this one in particular is that in my naiveté I had never even thought of it as a possibility. It seemed something too unnatural, too impossible, too filthy even to imagine. In all my pre-puberty masturbation, all the times I had diddled my cunt, even in the short amount of time since I had begun to be fucked, I never imagined that I had another hole that could give me pleasure, and which could be desired by a man. Even when I had come to regard the thirsting pressure in my pussy as the most wonderful sensation in the world, I never realized that a similar pressure in my anus could be as much, in a perverse way, even more, of a delight.
But one night Jim showed me just how much I'd been missing. We were riding along as usual, only Jim seemed even more cool and detached and perfectly in control than usual. He had a way about him of seeming so removed, so calm, that even in the utmost heights of passion he seemed to be perfectly in control of his body and his thoughts. He seemed to be able to control his cock so perfectly and all his motions were so well choreographed that it was easy just to give oneself up to him and to experience all sorts of ecstasy under him. We drove along very far out of town. He was giving me time to get worked up so that I'd be good and ready to fuck by the time we finally stopped. At length he pulled off the road 'into a copse of broad-leafed trees, and stopped the bike. I swung my leg off and immediately rushed up to hug him as I always did. The energy that had built up during the ride required some immediate relief, and I had gotten into the habit of just throwing myself against Jim's hard body, squeezing his neck and shoulders and pressing my hips against his as hard as I could. Of course this hug was only an infinitely small prelude to the fucking which followed but in its own small way I had come to depend on it.
But on this particular evening, Jim roughly pushed me away when I went to hug him. I didn't understand his .purpose at first, and I was rather frightened and angry, but then I realized that he just did not want me to dilute any of my sexual drives in any sort of harmless playing around. He wanted me to save it all for the fucking, so that I would have every resource of my horny body to give up to him.
I stood there a few feet away and meekly looked up at him. not knowing what he intended to do. He stared back at me with a kind of lascivious smirk on his face, and told me to strip. He told me in a very soft voice but it was an absolute command none the less. So I took off my short skirt and opened my blouse without taking my eyes off him. He just stared at me the whole time, making me more aware of my nakedness than I had ever been before. Shamelessly his eyes roamed up and down my body; he looked at me so intensely that his eyes seemed to caress me, it seemed that I could feel the pressure of his glance over my nipples. They became stiff just from his gaze without even being touched. Then he looked lower, down at my cunt hair, and I could feel a new surge of juices. He was fucking me with his eyes, taking in every detail of my body, and I felt as if I was being worked over by a pair of gentle but insistent hands.
He walked over to me and dropped down to his knees. This gesture was such a shocking contrast to his pushing me away roughly that I gasped for breath. But there was something so masterful about Jim that even on his knees he seemed fully in control. He reached behind me and took my buttocks in his hands and gently pulled my bush into his face. He started kissing my cunt, at first just using his lips on the soft hair of my mound, but he soon brought his tongue and teeth into play, nibbling at my clit and opening the groove between my labia. As he worked me more vigorously with his mouth, I felt my knees get weak and I could feel myself start to sway, but he held me there still and steady by the force of his strong hands on my ass.
I don't know how long he stayed there on his knees eating me. It was such a delightful sensation that I had no sense of time. I could feel my juices flowing down onto his tongue, making it even more slippery so that when again in turn it lapped against me, it felt like a wonderful muscular slippery finger. As he nibbled my clit I could feel it puff and swell, throbbing with the rhythm of his nibbling, and his teeth felt marvelously hard and somehow cool against the hot flesh of my pussy. My" juices were coming faster and faster and as I reached down to caress his face, I could feel that my honey was dripping down his chin. Feeling this, I grew even more excited-there was a filthy pleasure in seeing how fully my juices were flowing and how greedily he lapped them up like an animal.
I held him by the back of the head and worked my fingers through his thick curly hair. I pulled his face into me, I wanted more of the pressure of his tongue on my cunt. I didn't just "want to be eaten, I wanted him to fuck me with his mouth, to make me feel the pressure and the insistence of his tongue as if it were some sort of darting slippery penis.
But in his wonderful teasing way Jim withdrew his mouth before I had time to tire of this particular diversion, and standing up, he circled around in back of me and hugged me from behind. As he did this, I could feel his stiff cock lying in my gluteal fold and when he pressed against me, the heat of it sent a chill up my whole body. Gently but insistently he forced me down on my hands and knees, staying close behind me the whole time, letting his cock dangle against the soggy swamp of my cunt. When he had me on my hands and knees, he grabbed me by the thighs and started the long hard push into my pussy. I was so wet that I took him in with relative ease, even though his cock was stiffer and somehow thicker than it had ever felt before. This increase in his girth excited me terrifically, and I couldn't help but think that he had something filthy on his mind that excited him so. I couldn't imagine what it was-his experience so totally outraced my imagination that I never knew what he would spring on me next.
He worked me very steadily in and out, controlled as always, he let his hips slowly but thoroughly rub against my ass and the backs of my thighs, bringing his stiff swelling cock into me again and again. The rhythm was measured and steady, I let my head hang down, giving in to the swaying motion, and felt the walls of my cunt yield before the pressure of his advancing prick. Over and over, with a sort of gentle but manic insistence, he swayed into me, and his cock seemed to get stiffer and longer with each thrust. The head of it was fanned out, and as it reached up into the narrow part of my cunt--the last part of my cunt before it flowed into my womb--it pushed me wide apart, with a pressure delightfully different from the pressure in the outer part of my cunt-it was more visceral, more convincingly a part of my gut, my inner workings.
After awhile Jim withdrew his steaming cock from my pussy. This didn't surprise me-it was one of his oldest tricks to work me up to a certain pitch of excitement and then to just stop to rest, to reflect, to renew his energy and his tremendous discipline. He knew that I would kneel there, my cunt seething, my whole posture and the very rhythm of my breathing begging him for more. He was such a wonderful tease....
But when he came at me again, I was in for a surprise. Rather than laying his prick inside my cunt, where I expected it, where I craved, he let it rest against the small tight button of my anus. At first, it occurred to me that Jim had just missed the mark-although it was certainly unlike him to ever be off target in the manner of fucking-but I was so totally naive about the possibilities of having anal sex that I couldn't imagine it happening, even while it was on the very verge. The hot and thoroughly lubricated knob of his head lay up against my sphincter, and only gradually did I allow myself to become aware of just how pleasurable it was-without his even pushing I sensed the wonderful pressure, and the sheer heat vitality of his prick against my asshole sent shivers up my back. But never, even at the moment when the pleasure was beginning to overtake me, did I imagine that he could work that big thing up me, up into my ass. Even more so than the brush handle had seemed on that first night that I opened my own cunt, it seemed impossible.
Very gently, but with his usual insistence, Jim increased the pressure of his prick against my anus. The pleasure increased, but the pain also started, and I tore up clumps of grass with my hand clawing at the ground, and as the pressure increased still more, I buried my face in the grass and sobbed. Whether they were sobs of pain or pleasure, I'm not sure-both sensations were totally mixed in my mind.
I could feel my sphincter beginning to open up, and a thrill of filthy invigoration overtook me. I had never even imagined the possibility of being fucked up the ass, and here it was happening to me. I felt my sphincter begin to open up and found the pain which had greeted the first pressure of cock against asshole now became more of a sharp tearing sensation. But at the same time the pleasure-the pressure of his wonderful cock now no longer only against the outside of my ass-was gradually encroaching within. He was entering my body in a totally new and totally perverse way, and the mental image of the process was a tremendous part of the excitement. I felt that I was becoming aware of totally new possibilities of fucking, of ideas and possibilities that had never even crossed my mind in my wildest fantasies. I lay there, my ass high up in the air, my forehead digging into the cool moist earth to ease the pain, and I let the image play in my mind. I visualized Jim kneeling high over me working his big cock into my asshole, and I imagined the look of total mastery, the smirk that must be on his face. He was having his way with me, as always he was doing exactly as he liked with me, and I loved him for it.
Letting himself go a bit more now he worked the head of his cock into my ass. All at once, the widest part of his bell-shaped head was in me and I felt a terrible tearing, a pain even more intense than when I had deflowered myself. Instinctively, I crawled away from him, I felt every muscle in my body contract as I recoiled from the pain. But Jim, with animal quickness, followed my every motion and refused to withdraw the member that was making me ache so. I had no choice but gradually to force my muscles to relax, to fight against the pain that was now making my bowels feel as if they were on fire, and to relax into the pleasure of having my ass fucked. And sure enough, the pain very soon did turn to a particularly exquisite and perverse form of pleasure. The dull ache never ceased but now the sharp part of the pain was gone and in its place was a wonderful new feeling of fullness, a feeling of completion and of a marvelous pressure that I seemed to feel all the way up into my stomach.
Now that the initial shock was over I could again, with some degree of calm and control, climb up onto my hands and knees and holding my ass perfectly still savor the now rhythmic thrusting of his cock in my bowels. Holding me by the hips, he worked in and out very slowly, letting me feel every inch of his wonderful cock as he moved it. Teasing me, he worked the head back and forth over my sphincter, making me feel the ridge as it rolled over me again and again. Then, to titillate me still more he reached his hands around and began rubbing my soaked pussy. Although I had been too distracted to pay much attention, my cunt, acting with a will of its own, had grown even wetter during the initial phase of ass fucking and he now rubbed the frothy juices all over me, on my belly and on the insides of my thighs. I was amazed at the lushness of my juices, and the pressure of his hand over my distended cunt lips now added to the excitement I was feeling up my ass.
Jim now began the long, flowing, rhythmic swaying of his hips that I knew would bring him to orgasm-but how long he would take to get there, I never knew. Jim was the sort of guy who could get into a rhythm, a rhythm so sensuous, that it seemed that his coming was very imminent and he could maintain that seemingly for hours. I don't know how he did it, he was in such total control of his whole body and especially of his thick and swollen cock, that he could use it-however he pleased, on whomever he pleased. But now it was up my ass, and that's all I cared about. He worked it again and again, letting me feel the entire length of it, and I could sense it growing even longer from the pressure of my tight asshole. He said filthy things to me while he fucked me-he told me that I had a tight little asshole, that it was tighter even than my young cunt but that he would fuck it until it was open and loose, until it was as loose as the cunt of a fucked-out whore. Hearing this filthy talk made me even more horny, and I now began rhythmically rolling against him, adding my own sway to the onslaught of his probing cock.
Apparently his horny talk excited us both, because I felt his cock grow even longer, felt it stretch inside me; the head of it reached the end of my rectum, and rubbed cruelly against the turn in the road of my guts. I felt him straining against the wall, felt the pressure probing, and I wrapped myself against him harder and harder, half out of my mind with the lascivious joy of it. The idea of it still thrilled me-I could barely believe I was getting fucked up the ass, but I was getting fucked so thoroughly that I could feel my very guts vibrating with the force of it. He drove into me again and again, deeper and deeper, grinding against the turns in the road of my intestines, and somehow, my ass began turning out juices of its own, slippery lubricating juices that it produced like a cunt to all this fucking.
And now Jim further increased the pace of his fucking, fanning out the head of his cock so that it did the greatest amount of rubbing against my insides, and although I couldn't imagine how or why it happened, I felt myself starting to come! Without having my cunt in the act at all now, I felt myself mounting to a tremendous and violent orgasm. The idea of it was as exciting as the sensations itself-I was coming from having my ass fucked, my cunt was responding to cock up my ass, my whole being was vibrating around the cock up my ass. He banged me harder and harder, increased the pressure in my belly until I thought I would faint from the strain, and the orgasm continued to mount. And then finally I felt his own juices flowing deep into my ass, and that made me lose all control. The idea of him coming in my ass, so deep in my ass, made my whole body quiver as if in convulsions, and I ground my hips back against him as hard as I could. Like wrestlers we pressed against each other with all our strength, and as I savored the last of his hot juices pouring into my distended and fucked-out ass, my cunt dropped and spurted its hot load of honey onto the warm ground between us, and we fell back against each other, exhausted.