Chapter 12
When Cynthia left, Ellen and Ronnie were alone.
"My, she's a fucking nympho," Ellen commented.
"Oh I wouldn't call her a nympho," he said. "She just enjoys a good balling."
"Well, did you see the way she went after you?" Ellen asked.
"She was just hungry to be fucked," he said.
Ellen realized she didn't dare to make any more digs. For it was obvious to her that Ronnie was not about to criticize Cynthia. Apparently he had enjoyed her too much.
"Well, we had a lot of fun anyway," Ellen said. "Goodnight, dear."
She kissed Ronnie goodnight and went to her bedroom alone. But during the night she had plenty of time to think as she tossed and turned as sleep came very difficult.
Finally, she did get to sleep.
The next morning Ronnie's mind was full of ideas of how he could find young girls along the beach and have a good time with them. The important thing was not to have his passionate aunt know every move he made.
"I want to go for a beach walk," he told her.
"Oh, how nice," Ellen said. "I'll join you, dear. A walk would do me a world of good."
"I want to walk by myself," he said.
"Well, all right, if you don't want me along," she said. "I guess I can take a hint. Are you meeting anyone in particular? Maybe you and Cynthia are going to get together for lunch or eating time or something."
"Now don't get bitchy, Ellen," he said. "Can't a guy be alone when he wants to?"
"I'm sorry," she said. "Maybe that did sound a bit jealous. I'm really not jealous of Cynthia at all. Why would I be jealous of Cynthia? I have everything she has and more of it."
He laughed as he slipped into his swim trunks and went for a walk.
As she saw him slip into his trunks, she couldn't help observing that he had an erection. It was amazing how that cock never seemed to go down. It bothered her as she realized that this hard penis of his would get him into a lot of trouble if he didn't watch himself.
As she stood on her front porch at her beach house and watched him walk down the beach, she worried about him. She wondered what he would find.
When he was out of sight, he made it a point to do some looking. There had to be some nice young chicks around that he could make it with, and he was determined to find some and fuck them.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy fucking older women, it was just that he felt some girl his age would be fun to fuck too.
Finally he did see a cute little brunette that turned him on. She had snapping brown eyes, lustrous brown hair, and a body that wouldn't quit. As he looked at her standing there in a white bikini swimsuit, he decided he would go up and talk to her.
"Hi gorgeous," he smiled at her.
"Does that line get you results?" the girl asked.
"Well I haven't used it before," he said, "so how would I know. I haven't met any girl as beautiful as you on this beach."
"Well that's better," she said. "My name is Tamra. I haven't seen you around here. What's your name?"
"I'm Ronnie," he said, "and I'm here for the summer. I'm from Los Angeles."
"Los Angeles," Tamra exclaimed. "They say it's a swinging place, but I've never been there."
"It isn't half as swinging as you are," he said in a low, husky voice.
"Would you like to go swimming?" she smiled as she looked out at the blue shining sea.
"I'd love to," he said, following her as she ran for the ocean.
She plunged in ahead of him, and he followed. Tamra was a remarkably good swimmer, and he had some difficulty keeping up with her.
When they were out quite a distance in the ocean, she relaxed and looked at him.
"It's nice out here, isn't it?" she smiled at him.
"Yes," he said, "it is. You feel so free, so alone and away from everything and everyone."
As he looked at her, realizing that her bosoms were almost popping out of her white bikini bra he said:
"You're giving that bra there problems," he chuckled.
She glanced down at her bosoms bulging in the white nylon material and smiled.
"You know honey," he said, "I like to swim in the nude. I often do."
"Are you a streaker, too?" she smiled. "I've often wondered what a streaker looked like. I've never seen one close up."
"I'll streak down the beach if you want me to," he said, "but I want you to streak with me."
"Oh, I couldn't do that," Tamra said. "You would immediately think I was an easy make."
"No I wouldn't," he laughed. "Let's find a place and just streak. For the hell of it."
"All right," she agreed. "Just for the hell of it, I will."
They swam back to the beach and then it didn't take long to slip out of his swimsuit. He began streaking down the beach slowly, waiting for her to slip out of her bikini. She did, and together, with their swim clothes in their hands, they dashed down the beach.
Soon they came to a cove. He headed for the cove, and she followed. At this moment, they looked at each other.
"Oh Tamra," he said, "you're so beautiful. Won't you just let me touch you?"
"I don't want to have sex with you," she said abruptly.
"I didn't ask you to have sex with me," he reminded her.
"Well, I just wanted to get that straight," she said.
Moving forward, he gently let his forefinger touch her nipple. As Tamra felt his finger on her nipple, she became erect. He touched her other nipple, and then her eyes swept up to his.
"Oh baby," she said, "you do turn me on. I can't help it."
"Are you feeling what I'm feeling?" he smiled at her.
She nodded. Glancing down at his huge penis, she could see he was getting harder and harder. Her curiosity made her want to reach out and touch him.
"Go ahead," he said, "grab it. Play with it."
Tamra knew better, but there was some-thing about it that appealed to her. Reaching out, she felt for his cock. She massaged it slowly in her hand.
"Oh, it feels so good," she said.
Playing with it, she became more and more stimulated.
"Yes, baby," she said, "that feels real good."
Tamra suddenly seized his cock in her hands.
"Oh that's good," he said, as he reached for her vagina and slid a finger in.
Immediately she responded to his stabbing action. Her vagina muscles gripped his finger tightly.
"Sweetheart," he told her, "you know what I'd like you to do?"
"No," she said.
"I wish you'd go down there and suck me off," he told her. "I don't know whether I should or not," she said. "I've only done it once before."
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked her.
"My older brother forced me to do it," she said. "It was terrible. He held my head down there and made me suck his cum. Then, when I wanted to spit it out, he made me swallow it."
"You don't have to swallow mine if you don't want to," he said. "Just go down there and start licking."
She dropped to her knees and pulled his huge penis to her mouth. She looked at his curly pubic hair, and at his big balls. Suddenly, she did feel a desire to suck. Wave after wave of erotic delight swept over her as she slid her mouth over the head of his meaty shaft.
She watched his balls swell while she sucked. His hand went down to her head and he guided it there.
"Suck it," he begged her. "Suck."
Now she was really enjoying it as he stabbed into her mouth.
"Oh yes, Tamra," he gasped. "That's the way I like it. Oh, honey, don't stop now."
He was pressing forward as her cheeks sucked in. He was determined that she was going to suck his sperm and swallow it. He wanted to make her like it so much, that she would gladly do it for him.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Keep doing it."
Her fingers began massaging his balls.
"Oh, I like that ball action," he told her. "That feels real good."
He enjoyed the sight of his huge penis pushing against her cheeks.
"Oh, Tamra," he told her, "it won't be much longer now."
Tamra was eager to get the sperm at this point. She could taste him starting to cum, and she was eager for it.
"Come on, baby," he panted, "keep sucking."
She continued sucking, and then he jabbed forward with a hard, sudden thrust, and stabbed it down her throat. Furiously, he rode it into her. It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he knew it.
"Come on," he told her. "Oh yes."
The beautiful brown-haired girl with the big brown eyes was working effectively now on his balls. She was tugging on them lightly, as his penis pumped down her throat. Savagely he was stabbing it to her and he knew he had to pull out before he shot his wad. He wanted to shoot into her mouth where he could have the sensation of her sucking his juice out of him.
Pulling out just at the moment of climax, he gasped: "I'm cuming! I'm cuming!"
Both hands gripped her and held her in place while she sucked.
With a hard, sudden jab he pushed forward. Waves of sperm shot out of his cock into her mouth. She pulled on his balls as she sucked the juice out of his penis. He didn't have to tell her to swallow it, because she was eager to gulp him.
"Oh, eat me," he panted. "Eat my sperm, baby."
He felt himself being sucked in.
"Oh baby," he panted, "that's what I like. Suck all the juice out.
He was proud of her ability to eat him. Sliding off him, she got to her feet and threw her arms around him lovingly. She let her hands glide down to his ass-cheeks, and she pulled him tightly to her.
"Oh I love that kind of action," she told him. "It was wonderful having you in my mouth. It was exciting tasting you."
It made him happy that he had given her what she wanted. Now he wanted to return the favor and lick her cunt clean.
"Let me eat your pussy, sweetheart," he said. "Just stretch out there on the beach, baby, and let me look at you and love you."
She spread out, and he got down over her. Looking at her vagina, he pried the pussy lips apart. He looked at the quivering moist pink flesh. The sight of the pubic hair and the fresh pink pussy drove him out of his mind. He let his nose sweep inside of her slit. He sniffed, and licked. The aroma was wonderful to him. More than that, the taste of her was delightful.
It tortured him not to stick his cock in there too. He wanted to do everything to her all at once, but he couldn't. He decided that he would lick her first and fuck her next.
He let his tongue sweep inside her velvety vagina. He licked the walls gently as her hand reached for his head. He loved, the feel of her hands guiding him.
"Oh, Ronnie," Tamra panted as she wiggled about in the sand. "You don't know how good that feels to me. Oh, eat my pussy, eat my pussy."
Her eager desires whetted his appetite for more sex. Stiffening his tongue, he stabbed into her mound. She loved the sensation of his tongue stiffening, then stabbing.
"Yes, baby," she panted. "Yes, baby, I'm going to give it to you."
His hot tongue stabbed in there. He probed with his tongue and sniffed. With his hands, he gripped her ass-cheeks and squeezed. She loved the feeling of his tongue licking up and down her love button. Then, he fastened his mouth on her love button suddenly and sucked.
This was more than she could stand. She threw her legs up in the air and reaching down, gripped his head and gasped: "I can't stand it. I'm cuming, baby, I'm juicing."
Indeed she was cuming, and he was more excited than ever before.
As the hot juice gushed into his mouth, he sucked.
Finishing her off, he knew he had to fuck. His cock was hard as he got to his feet.
"Don't move, baby," he told her. "Just keep your legs spread. I want to give you a good hard fucking."
He guided his huge cock into her cunt, and as he slid in there, her cunt muscles fastened on his penis.
"That's it," he told Tamra. "Hang on to my cock. Oh yes, baby, just like that, grab it with your pussy muscles."
Tamra was proud of herself, that she could use her pussy muscles effectively.
Gripping his penis quickly, she massaged.
"Oh yes," he said, "that's a great fuck."
Soon she was matching his rhythm. He was fucking her hard.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Oh yes, that's what I want. Keep fucking."
He was getting more and more excited now as her body moved in time to his own sex rhythm. They rolled over in the sand and Tamra was on top.
Tamra gripped his penis tightly, using her muscles effectively. She brushed her bosoms over his chest, and smiled down at him.
He reached up and played with her bosoms while he fucked her hard.
Tamra seemed just as eager for sex as he was.
It wasn't going to be much longer now, and he could hardly wait. She wiggled hard and then he rolled over once more and got on top. With savage thrusts, he stabbed it in.
She ground her hips around, and then he shot his wad.
As the juice spurted from his cock into her pussy, she felt herself cuming too, right on target.
She gasped as she felt him cuming.
"Oh baby," she groaned in delight, "that feels fantastic."
The hot pleasure they were experiencing now had them both clasping each other. Her hands were on his buttocks, as she gripped tightly.
"Oh Ronnie," Tamra panted, "we've got to fuck like this again. This has really been fun."
Indeed it was fun, and before Ronnie slipped out of her, he covered her face with kisses.
They then took a dip in the ocean. When they came back, to let the sun dry them off, they lay there naked and talking.
"Tamra," he said, "can I come over to your place and fuck you sometime?"
"Daddy would kill you if you ever did," she said. "You don't know my father. I'm supposed to be something special, his little virgin."
"But you're not a virgin," he reminded her.
"No. I know I'm not," she said. "But Daddy still thinks I am. It's too bad, baby, because I do want to be loyal to him but I've got to be loyal to myself."
"I understand," he told her.
As Ronnie looked at her, he realized she couldn't be very old.
"How old are you, beautiful?" Ronnie finally asked her.
"Does it make any difference?" she smiled.
"A little," he said. "I'm just curious."
"I'm seventeen," she said. "How old are you?"
"Does it make any difference?" he laughed, giving her back the same question she had given him when he asked her age.
"No I guess not," she said.
"I'm fifteen, going on eighteen," he said.
"Oh, you're a remarkable man for fifteen," she said. "You really are. You fuck like an older guy. Maybe a college age guy."
"Have you been screwing around with some college guys?" he asked her bluntly.
"How did you guess that?" she marveled. "ESP?"
"It wasn't too difficult," he said. "You said I fucked like college age guys. It's the only way I figured you'd know how college guys fucked, if you screwed one."
"Oh I see," she said. "A person has to watch what they say."
"Look, Tamra," he said, "I'm going to be here this summer, and I'd like to have a lot of fun with you. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course I don't mind," she said. "I would love to have a good time with you."
It was obvious to her that she needed to have someone to love, and it was equally obvious to her that she would do well if she had Ronnie all summer.
As they continued talking, it became obvious to him that her father was very particular.
"So your father would really kill me if he caught me, eh?" he said.
"Yes," she said. "Father is from the old school."
"Yeah, I understand."
Ronnie put his arms around her and kissed her passionately. He knew he had found something real with Tamra, something beautiful that made his heart pound quickly and his pulse race rapidly.
Pulling away from him, she made him promise:
"We're going to get together again. Please, baby."
"Yes," he promised. "We will get together."
They made a date to get together the following Saturday night at eight o'clock. They picked the place where they had met to meet again.