Chapter 2
"Lessons After School"
"Actually, it shouldn't have been Mr. Waxier who broke my cherry. It could have been Arnold, but he was too damned dumb. He was a kid in school that was always making eyes at me, and he was nice. I mean, he didn't play grab-ass or try to brush his hands against my breasts - things like that. But he liked me, I knew that, and he was nice-looking, polite - and he had a car.
"He was 17, and I guess the reason he hadn't asked me out on a date was because the other guys used to call him a 'cradle-robber,' whenever he'd stop to talk to me at school.
"But, on the same day that I'd made up my mind about Mr. Waxier, Arnold asked if I'd like to go to a drive-in movie with him. I didn't think my parents would mind, so I said I would.
"They were usually too busy with their own affairs -and I mean affairs. I'd caught my mother a lot of times with other men - in bed. Of course, I didn't let her know that. And, I knew that my old man was screwing around, too. One of the girls at school - a catty little bitch that I never had liked - got in a big hassle with me one day, and she finally ended up by saying: 'Don't pretend to be such a goody-goody, Savvy. After all, everybody knows that your old man and my old lady have been fucking each other for years!' "Then, I thought she was just mouthing off, but I asked a few others, ones I could trust, and they hemmed and hawed, but they finally said that it was true. They hung around a gin mill that was owned by the father of one of the boys. That's how this dumb bitch knew it, I suppose. The boy had seen them, and had blabbed to anybody that would listen.
"I guess I had it half-figured out, anyhow, because it seemed awful strange that on the nights my mother would get all dolled up - way more than for my father -my dad would be away, working late, or some jazz like that. I don't know if I cared or not. We were reading about all the sex orgies and wife-swapping things going on, so I guess I just figured that my mom and dad were part of the scene.
"I think that sometimes, when they went out with Ray's parents, that they went to those things, because I would hear them talking when they got home, and they weren't talking softly, either. They always had a lot to drink, and my father was always asking my mother questions about the way some guy had made out; how it had felt; should he try it - all that.
"I knew what they were talking about, but maybe I didn't want to. You know, everybody likes to think that their parents are 'different'- better.
"But, about Arnie and the drive-in. I found out right off that his politeness was an act. We no sooner got parked than he was making a grab for my titties.
"Not that I minded, but I wanted him to take it a little slower -at least a couple of tongue kisses before we got down to anything sexy. But he got wild. Just the touch of his hand to my breasts got his prick bobbing up against his pants, and the next thing I knew, he's tearing my panties off - really tearing them. I didn't fight him, but I gave him a lot of talk, asking him what he had to act like an animal for, and all that.
"When he got my pants off, he almost tossed me into the back seat, and then he climbed over. He didn't care if anyone was watching, but we were almost in the back row of the drive-in, up, against the fence, so nobody noticed. Or if they did, they didn't gawk or let on to us.
"He just unzipped his pants to the limit, and got his cock out in his hand. He tried to position " me on the seat, and I tried to put my legs up so he could get it in because by then I was beginning to get scared. He just flopped on my ass and began jabbing his cock wildly. He was going up between my ass cheeks and even missing that spot with every other stroke, but he acted as if he didn't even notice, or know the difference.
"I know now that he'd never screwed a girl before. He didn't even know where a pussy was located. He humped away like a horny dog, and all at once I felt his juice spurt all over my ass, down the crack and onto my legs - and he hadn't even had his cock inside my cunt!
"He was all apologies after that. He was almost bawling, and when he asked if I was mad, I told him I was, and that I wanted to go home. He drove me home, apologizing all the way. When I got there, I was so frustrated that I masturbated at least three times, but I wasn't thinking of that dummy. I was remembering how Mr. Waxier kept looking at my snatch and my tits beneath my clothes, and more than ever, I made up my mind that it was going to be him that got into my pussy first.
"I worried a little about that silly Arnie going around and telling the guys at school how he'd screwed the hell out of me, but I made up my mind that if he did, I'd sure as hell set him straight about what he knew about fucking a girl!
"But, I'd come so close that I was getting hotter and hotter to have it, and I guess I really turned it on whenever I saw Mr. Waxier. And, he finally came across!
"I used to go out after school and watch the boys on the baseball team practice. A lot of the girls did, so it didn't cause any stir. I always managed to sit somewhere near Mr. Waxier so that I could let him get a good look at my panties, and if I had a blouse on that showed a lot, I'd bend over the water fountain when he was near - things like that. My boobies were getting pretty nice by then, and I could tell by the way he stared at them that I was getting to him.
"One day, he walked over at the end of practice and asked me if I had a way home. I told him I didn't live too far, but he asked me if he could give me a ride. Could he? I'd been waiting for a long time for the ice to melt. I knew it had melted inside him a long time ago, but I wanted all of him to be mine!
"He was worse than Arnie, when we first got into his car. I know he was nervous, because a lot of the guys were standing there, smirking and talking behind his back. But it was more than that, because after we had driven away and he was heading out towards the hills, he almost wrecked the car looking at my thighs and the bottoms of my panties.
"Then he pulled off to the side of the road and stopped the car. He put his arms around me, gentle-like, as if I would break if he squeezed me tight, and he kissed me. Nice, at first, on my lips and cheeks and ears, but then he began to part his lips and stick his tongue inside my mouth. I gave him as good as he gave me, and his hand went down inside my blouse and he squeezed and massaged my breast, playing with the nipple. I unbuttoned it, and he put his mouth on my nipple, sucking, kissing, nibbling, until I almost blurted out that I wanted him to fuck me.
"He slid his hand up between my legs until he came to my crotch, and he rubbed the lips of my cunt through my panties with his fingers. He was sweating and he was beet-red, and then all at once he stopped. He sat over on his side of the seat and looked at me, and he acted as if I'd slapped him.
"When I asked him what the matter was, he said, 'God, Savvy, I want you so bad. But I don't want it like this. I want you naked - in bed, with me naked - with no chance of anybody breaking in on us! I want you so bad - so bad. Can you understand?' "I put my hand on his bulging pants and rubbed, and I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"What do you suppose I want?" I asked him, and then he took me in his arms again and this time he just kissed me - all over my face and neck and hair, without feeling me up.
"'Friday night, darling,' he said, and for my answer, I just rubbed his hard, throbbing cock harder, through his pants.
"He told me he'd have to arrange a place, and that I should fix it so that my parents thought I was staying with a friend. I didn't have to worry about that, because I already knew that they were going to a party, and I'd just tell them that I was staying with Moira.
"I don't know how we managed to keep our secret until Friday. I've got a big mouth, but I didn't tell a soul, and I tried to stay away from where I knew he'd be. But at seven on Friday, I was waiting at the corner where he was to pick me up, and he arrived less than five minutes after I did. He told me that he had fixed it so that his wife thought he was going to a school seminar in a town about 70 miles away, and that he had arranged for us to use the apartment of a bachelor friend of his that he could trust.
"He kissed me on the lips and squeezed my hand, and I felt like a real woman. I was having a secret meeting with a married man! A man who wanted me more than his wife! I didn't care if anyone saw us together, really, but I knew he was nervous, all the time we were driving to his friend's place. On the way, he stopped at a drugstore, and came out with a bag of booze - scotch and bottles of soda, and he had something else in there that I didn't know about then.
"He laughed and asked me if I'd ever had a drink, and I told him I had. I really had. My mom and dad used to let me have a drink of wine or beer, and once in a great while, my dad would slip me a good stiff belt of his whiskey. Sometimes Moira and I would take a belt of her father's stuff; bourbon, mostly, but sometimes vodka.
"'Tonight is just for us!' he laughed. He stopped at a hamburger joint and loaded up with nice, fat, juicy double-burgers and French fries, and then we went to his friend's place. It was a pretty flashy apartment building: pool, recreation room with pool tables and dart boards, a sauna bath, the works. I saw a few guys looking at us kind of funny - maybe they were envious - when we walked across the patio and past the pool, but nobody said anything.
"Mr. Waxler's friend had a real swinging place. He had thick rugs on the floor -even in the bathroom, bookcases that were crammed, a real snazzy stereo and some of the best 'rock' records around, but also a lot of longhair stuff. He had a great big living room and a real small kitchen and bedroom, but he had three couches in his living room, some easy chairs, and a poker table with a felt top and sections where you kept your chips and drinks.
"We broke out the hamburgers first, and Mr. Waxier fixed us a couple of drinks. Mine didn't taste good with the first bite of hamburger, but I got used to it. He just sat on the floor, munching and sipping, while I sat on the couch. He had pulled the drapes closed and turned on a soft light, and after my second hamburger and my second scotch, he began to look like a movie star.
"After a while, we just sat there. He had turned the stereo on, putting some soft, dreamy music on, and then he sat down beside me on the big couch. He leaned forward and put one hand on each of my breasts - I wasn't wearing any bra -and he kissed me, massaging my breasts while he stuck his tongue into my mouth.
"We didn't have to really warm up, but I liked it. I could already see the big bulge in his pants even while he was seated on the floor, looking up my dress. I wasn't wearing any pants, either, and he knew it because pretty soon he took one hand from my titty and slid it up between my thighs until he touched the hair around my pussy.
"He kept murmuring, 'Baby, oh my baby,' and after a little while, I began to be scared that he'd chicken out on me and really think I was a little girl, so I reached out and began to rub his cock through his pants. Then I unzipped them and took it in my hand, working it up and down, moving the soft skin over the wet head of it. He wasn't circumcised, and I found that extra exciting, being able to feel the wetness of him, the heat of his cock, and the little jerks and throbs that ran through it when I played with it that way.
"He began to run his fingers inside my cunt, rubbing my knob, getting me more excited by the second, and he kept on kissing me and massaging my breast until I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up and started to strip my clothes off.
"He just leaned back and watched me, his pants open. When I took off my sweater, then my blouse, and finally dropped my skirt, he almost drooled as he looked at me.
"I smiled at him and said, 'Well, aren't you going to get undressed, too?' He straightened up and slid out of his shirt, pants and shorts before I knew what was happening. While we were both standing up, he took me in his arms. Both his hands were around my ass, and he pulled me close to his big, hard prick. I rubbed my cunt against it, wiggling and rotating my hips, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth as deep as I could. I never wanted to see another broomstick or phony cock again! I just wanted to be fucked!
"I'd waited a long time for a real grown-up man to do what Mr. Waxier was going to do. I enjoyed the look in his eyes as I sat down and spread my legs and let him look at my naked cunt. I watched his tongue flick over his lips, like a person's will when he is anticipating something juicy and delicious.
"But I knew I wanted more than just his tongue; and I could tell by the size of his cock that he wouldn't stop with just licking and sucking my pussy.
"I remembered all the times I had masturbated - dreaming about a prick like his. It was a lot bigger and longer than Arnie's, and I knew he wouldn't be as dumb as Arnie about fucking, because he was a man -and married - while Arnie had been a little scared rabbit.
"Mr. Waxier knelt in front of me and spread the lips of my cunt with his fingers, looking at my knob. It must have been jumping and throbbing with wanting him to do something more than just look.
"His breath began to become noisy as he moved his face closer. Then his tongue began touching my thighs, just where they joined my body, and he ran it around the hair above my pussy, then across the lips of my snatch! I propped myself up on my elbows so I could look down and watch as his tongue moved inside the lips of my pussy. I wanted to grab his head and shove his tongue as deep inside my cunt as it would go, but I knew that it would be better his way; slow, teasing - the way he was doing it.
"I reached down and shoved one finger inside my cunt, and then took it out and pushed it in his mouth. He licked it, then sucked it. I got a real charge out of it.
"Then he moved my hand away, crouching down lower so he could get his dead down farther. His tongue flicked up between my ass cheeks and then I could feel it tickling my asshole! This was new and different, and it made me hunch my ass up a little. And when I did, he spread my ass cheeks and stuck his tongue up inside my asshole! It was so exciting, so new, that I was glad I hadn't grabbed him and made him make me come with his tongue! He put one finger inside my cunt and massaged my little knob, easily at first, while he kept on sticking his tongue deeper into my asshole, driving me insane.
"I knew I would come if he didn't stop, but I didn't really want him to. It was all so good, so much what I'd dreamed it would be like with a real man. My breasts were even tingling from his kisses and his nibbling at them, and I felt like every bit of my body was on fire!
"He took his tongue out of my rear and began to run it up and down around the hair close to my cunt, while he kept using his finger inside my pussy. Once in a while, he'd move his tongue up quickly, never losing contact with my flesh, and plunge it into my belly button! That gave me a new thrill, too.
"When he began to lick and kiss the inside of my thighs, I was almost exploding - I wanted everything at once! I wanted to suck him, yet I wanted him to be doing what he was doing, and at the same time, I wanted to be fucked. I was being thrilled as I had dreamed I would be and as I looked down at his face, watching the hazy look in his half-closed eyes, I knew that he was enjoying it as much as I was.
"I wanted to laugh out loud, just for the joy he was giving to my body. I remembered how he had looked in class or on the ball field when he had looked at my crotch, and I wanted to laugh and shout because now, everything we both wanted so much for so long was happening. I couldn't wait until I had that big, wet-headed, hard prick inside my body. I knew it had to be a hundred times better than anything Ray or Moira or Arnie - or I - had ever done to me.
"He stopped all at once, took his finger out, and just sat there, looking at my open cunt with a look of hunger. Then he stood up, and I couldn't take my eyes off his hairy belly, and the thick hair around his balls and cock. It was long and thin, but it seemed alive. The wet, red tip of it just showed boldly beneath the skin that half-covered it, as if it was ready to charge and take on the whole world. I was so eager to have it shoved into my cunt that it seemed as if I was watching a slow motion movie.
"I was conscious of the thought that this was no boy. This was no teenage Ray; no fumbling, stupid Arnie. This was a man - and what a man!
"He took his lovely prick in his hand and moved it around, sort of waving it, so I could get a good look at all of it. Then he said, 'Can you take it, baby - all of it, all the way?' "I was shuddering in anticipation, but all I could do was nod and reach out and kiss the tip of it. I fell back and spread my legs wide and my knees up, waiting.
"He reached for his pants and took out a packet of something and took out a round, white disc. He put the middle of it over the head of his cock and began to roll it backwards over that pretty prong until he had it all on, leaving a little loose part that dangled down at the tip of his prick. It wasn't until he had it all on that I realized that he had put on a rubber! It sort of shocked me, and made me a little mad at first. He thought I had a disease!
"But he explained it as he moved onto the couch, positioning himself between my legs, which I had spread wide. 'I don't want you getting pregnant, baby,' he said. 'There's too much fun ahead for us to spoil it.' "I didn't care. I just wanted him to shove it in hard, quick, and deep. I didn't want him to be gentle. I wanted to be fucked - like a woman, not a little girl. I was a woman! I'd been a woman for a long, long time - sexually. He moved closer, putting the end of his rubber-encased prick into the opening of my cunt, while he lifted my ass up with both hands, inching his way toward me with the use of his knees. I moved, using my hands, to help us get closer. Oh, how I wanted that thing inside me!
"I hoped that he would hurt me, because I wanted to remember this so clearly - my first fuck with a real man!
"He began to move back and forth, and I reached down and opened the lips of my cunt wide. I was wet and juicy, and I felt like an oven inside. I knew it wouldn't hurt, because of the broom and the hot dogs and the phony gimmick | that Moira had made, and he was being gentle - too gentle. I wanted it all the way in, like he'd asked me if I could take.
"I had to say it! I had to! I almost begged him, 'Fuck me, all the way, doll - hard and fast and deep!' And that was all he needed. When he rammed it into me as far as he could go, I knew that this was it! This was the dream. This was all the finger-fucks and masturbations and screwing myself with things, all wrapped into one and increased by a million times! He fell forward and let go of one ass cheek, and he reached up and nipped one of my nipples with his fingernails. It was perfect, and when he shoved his tongue into my wide-open, panting mouth, I couldn't hold back. He knew from the way I moved my ass and hips, that I was coming, and he jammed his tongue into my mouth deeper and deeper, and I could hear the slap of our wet, sweating skin as his belly bammed into mine!
"At the end, it felt as if he were touching the bottom of my tonsils, but oh, it was wonderful. It was beautiful. I could feel the tip of that rubber swell up and get warm when he shot his load into me, and I wished he didn't have it on. I wanted to have that hot, wet stuff way up inside me. Maybe I even wanted a baby, I don't know.
"But I did know I'd been fucked by a man at last, and that I'd been wasting a lot of valuable time. I wanted more, and I wanted his naked prick inside me.
"I moved away and he got up and went into the bathroom to take off the rubber and wash his cock off. But when he came back, his prick was as stiff and lovely as ever, and I decided to take over. I motioned him over to me, and when he got near the couch, I just reached out and pulled him close, and I took his cock in my hand and shoved it in my mouth, sucking and licking and using my tongue the way Ray had taught me men liked to have it done.
"Mr. Waxier just stood there, looking down at me in a sort of daze. Towards the end, he moved over and straddled my face on the couch, and began to shove it deep into my mouth. I turned on everything I knew how until I felt him come in my mouth. Then I pushed him away and ran for the bathroom and spit all the white, salty juice into the toilet and flushed it.
"When I came out, he had freshened up our drinks, and while I sipped mine - or tried to - he sucked my titties and moved on down to between my legs. He seemed to know ah the places that turn a woman on. He used his tongue, his fingers - even his nose, at times, to touch every sensitive spot. I didn't last three minutes, and when I came, he just clung to my ass, his lips glued to my pussy lips, sucking and moaning in joy.
"Almost automatically, he switched around so that I could get his prick in my mouth, and he could get his head between my legs, and we sucked and licked and moaned while we made each other come again. He put his finger up inside my asshole while he was kissing me, and it turned me on even more, so I came a little before he did.
"But I got the message, and when I shoved my finger up his asshole and began to move it in and out, he really came - so deep inside my throat that I didn't have a chance to spit it out. So, I just swallowed it. It didn't taste bad - salty, sort of powdery or milky, but not too bad.
"I knew that I didn't yet have the right feeling. I'd been thrilled by everything, but I had a feeling I'd been cheated by that goddamned rubber he'd worn, and I wanted to feel it up inside me, naked.
"I worked on every sensitive spot on him, from his mouth to his asshole, with my mouth and hands, and when he was ready to pop his cork right in my hand, I pulled him up on top of me and spread my legs. I didn't give him a chance to even think about those damned rubbers - I just put his cock inside my cunt and moved my hips up while I grabbed his ass and pulled. I knew he didn't have the willpower to stop then and put one of his rubbers on. He eased it farther and farther into me, and he slowly managed to get his hands under and around my ass, and lifted me up higher so he could go into me deeper.
"All the while, he was using one finger in my asshole. I had worked some pillows under my fanny and that helped put me higher, and I just concentrated every ounce of my thinking on feeling his big wet prick going deeper and deeper, touching spots that I hadn't even been able to reach with the broomstick or Moira's phony clay cock.
"Near the end, I slid my legs up and locked them around his hips. I dug my heels into his butt, like a cowboy spurring a horse, and he let go of my ass and put his arms around me so that I was hardly lying on the couch, and I felt like our bodies were just one piece of hot, wild flesh. I could feel that prick going in so deep, and it was like I was standing aside - another person altogether, watching Mr. Waxier and I going at it, and I wondered how it would be to do it with a man like him in a room where there were mirrors all around. I'd seen that in a movie somewhere. I wanted to try it soon.
"I could feel his lunges getting quicker, and deeper, and he began to stick his tongue into my mouth and suck my own tongue, and I knew he was coming. 'I wanted to feel all that hot stuff shooting up into me, and I just let myself go. I moaned through his kissing, 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!' and it seemed to turn him on even more and he came in a big burst of moaning, sweating, sucking my tongue and at the end, biting my lips and tongue - hard.
"It stung, but it felt good, and I just kept on moving the muscles inside me, wanting him to keep his cock in there forever. He eased up the lunging and finally stopped, but he left it inside me, and I squeezed the muscles inside me around it and pretty soon it got hard again.
"He was making love to me with his lips, even murmuring in my ear that he 'adored me,' that he 'worshipped me,' and that I was the most 'wonderful woman that God ever made.' When he used the word 'woman,' it made me even prouder and hotter than I had been before, and we just naturally drifted into my third fuck without ever letting our bodies part. I came quickly that time, and was ready to come again by the time he did.
"When he rolled off I was still ready, but I played with his cock a little and it was real flabby and didn't come up at all, even when I kissed and sucked it, so I gave up.
"He just laid there for ten minutes, looking at me, running his hands over my breasts and over the lips of my cunt and in the crease of my ass, saying how beautiful I was and how wonderful my body was.
"We had some more drinks, and we planned how we would be able to see each other often. I asked him about his wife: how she was in bed; and was she as good a fuck as I was. It sort of embarrassed him, but he said that his wife was all right, but nowhere near as wonderful or sexy as I was.
"I asked him if there was anything else that he wanted to try, and he admitted that he wanted to try 'dog fashion,' with him mounting me from the rear.
"We hadn't put our clothes back on, and as we had talked and kissed and touched each other, I had watched his prick come back up, from time to time. I got all hot again while we were talking about his wife. He'd told me that the one thing she wouldn't do was to suck his prick until he came. She would suck it a little, until it got hard, but then she would stop.
"He had told me how wonderfully I did that, and how it had felt when he could look down and see my sweet, soft mouth going down over his cock, and how it felt when he shot into my mouth. All that had really turned me on again, and when he said he wanted it 'dog fashion,' I went back to the couch and got on my hands and knees.
"I asked him if that was the way he meant, and he grinned and put his drink down, and when he walked over, his prick was sticking up and bouncing as he walked, like a little flagpole. I discovered that, by moving a little so I was crosswise on the bed, I could look into a mirror that was on a big dresser and see us. Before he got onto the bed, I had him turn on all the lights, and I could see real good.
"He got on the bed, kneeling behind me. I watched in the mirror as he reached underneath me with one hand, spreading the lips of my cunt, and he guided the tip of his prick into my cunt. After it was sliding in and out easily, he leaned back and put both hands on my hips. He was almost erect, and he could look down and watch his dinger going into my slit, and I watched him in the mirror. In this position, it seemed that he could go even deeper inside me, and it gave me some special kicks. He let go of my hip with one hand and reached down between the crack of my ass and put one finger into my asshole, moving it in and out in time to his plunges into my cunt.
"It made me feel as if I was filled with him, and it added an extra something to be able to look over and see him doing all these things, at the same time that I could feel so much of him inside me. We both tried to hold back, to make it last as long as we could, but after about three minutes he took his finger out of my asshole and grabbed both hips again. He stopped looking down, and just began to pump away, hitting deeper and deeper, and I watched in the mirror, thinking how much we did look like a couple of dogs going at it.
"Then he exploded inside me and I came in a big rush, at the same time that I could feel all his hot juices flooding my cunt. I flopped forward on my face, and he fell on top of me, letting his prick stay inside me. We both just lay there, breathing hard, and he kept murmuring how wonderful I was, and how he adored me. We lay that way for a long time, while I half turned my head and he sucked my tongue and kissed my ear.
"He pulled his prick out of me and moved down, with me still lying on my stomach. He began to run his tongue up and down the crack of my ass, and then he spread the cheeks with his hands and started to tickle my asshole with his tongue! He ran it inside a little way, wiggling it and with his one hand, he reached underneath me and began to stick his fingers up inside my cunt, massaging my knob and making it jump and throb, while he kept on sticking his tongue up into my asshole. He kept on doing it until I came, but I didn't want to. I could always masturbate myself, and I wanted more of the things he could do with his cock and his lips.
"He didn't say a word, just eased me back up onto my hands and knees, and he got behind me again on his knees. Then he spread the cheeks of my ass with one hand and guided the shaft into me. It surprised me, but it didn't shock me, when I felt the head of his prick start to go into my asshole! It felt awfully big, but it didn't really hurt. I spread my legs wider, to make it go in easier, and I watched in the mirror as he slowly eased it in, deeper and deeper.
"He kept looking down, watching it go into my brown, and it seemed to turn him on more than anything else had up until then. He grabbed my hips and really began to ram it in, in a hard, steady rhythm. It was hurting, as he went up into me so that the full length of his prick was buried in my asshole, but I could see him in the mirror, and he was so carried away, so intense, that I was glad it hurt a little, I'd remember it better that way.
"Fortunately, he came quick that way - about a minute after it began to slide in and out easily. I didn't come, but I felt awfully good when he pulled it out, because I knew that he had really had the limit of pleasure from using my asshole.
"He began to apologize, and he seemed ashamed, but I rolled over and kissed him and told him that it hadn't hurt. I told him I had enjoyed it, even if I hadn't come. He was so grateful; he kissed my eyes and ears and then my breasts, just saying over and over again how wonderful I was, and what a real woman I was. He told me that that was the one thing he had always wanted from a woman, and that I was the very first one that had let him fuck her in the asshole. That made me feel pretty proud, too.
"He asked me what he could do to repay me, and I told him that I wanted one more straight fuck, and he played with my cunt and with his own cock, until he got a good hard-on. When he got on top of me this time, he was more loving, more 'kissy' and soft, and he concentrated on making me come good. I came, but I wasn't sure I hadn't enjoyed it more when he was rougher.
"We talked about our next date, and he promised that he would get some Vaseline, to make it easier for him to shove it in my asshole, and we talked about how much I knew about taking care of myself,' so I didn't get pregnant. I told him that I knew about taking a douche, because they had told us in hygiene class at school. I knew about the birth control pill, too, but I told him I didn't know how to get any. He said he'd fix that. He would use the same prescription that his wife did, and get me the pills right away. He did, too. He brought them to school on Monday and gave them to me. I've been taking them ever since, but now I can get them on my own.
"He said we'd have to find a different place to meet, because he didn't want his friend to find out that it was a student and a minor that he was dating. We decided to meet on Wednesday night at a motel, because that was the night he was supposed to bowl, and he could easily arrange for a guy to fill in for him. But he would have to leave around 11, so his wife would think that he'd been bowling.
"I knew that I could fix it with Moira to say that we were going to the movies or something, so I didn't worry about my end of the date. My parents didn't really suspect anything, and if they had, I doubt if they would have been too shook up. If my mother had ever gotten too noisy about it, I knew that I could put her in her place by telling her what I knew about her, and what they said about Dad and his little dates. Also, the many times I'd heard them talking over their sex parties, in fine detail.
"I don't think I hated them for being the way they were about swapping partners, but I sure as hell didn't respect them and I wasn't about to take any shit from them about what I did, even if I was only 15. I figured that I owed them nothing. They owed me all they could give, and as far as a home, clothes, and spending money, they paid off all right. What I did with my time and my life and my body, was my business.
"At school on Monday, Moira was dying to know what kind of time I'd had, but I just told her enough to tease her. I just smiled and told her that Mr. Waxier had said I was the 'most woman he'd ever been with,' and that we had set up a regular dating schedule. I teased and told her that if she was a good little girl, I might tell her about the mirror, and the front and back ways I'd learned. She got so hot I thought she would come in her pants or have to go to the bathroom and masturbate, but that was all I told her, then.
"I could see her trying to warm up to Waxier, but he had no more interest in her than in the boys in his classes. He was careful not to notice me too much, and he sneaked the pills to me with a little note telling me how to take them, when no one else was around. He sneaked one quick kiss, and put his hand on my pussy, but that was all. 'Till Wednesday, beautiful,' he said, and walked away.
"We met at least twice a week for over five months, and he was better each time. He showed me a lot of ways that he had always wanted to try. He had some books with pictures in, and instructions for ways that they didn't illustrate, and we tried a lot of them. His favorite ones were up my asshole, from the front. I mean, he'd position himself half underneath me while we were lying on our sides, and I'd put my one leg up high, and he'd insert his cock into my asshole from the front, while he or I Would masturbate my pussy, so we would come at the same time.
"But our real favorite was with him sitting on a low stool and me straddling his hips. That way, we faced each other, and I really controlled the movements. I would use my legs to bounce up and down, while he would put his hands underneath my ass and help with the movement. I think we both liked that the best because we could look into each other's eyes and see the pleasure and the want there, while we satisfied each other to the limit. And his prick went in awfully deep that way, but at the same time, the friction against my knob was really something, with every stroke, in and out.
"I guess maybe it was fun too, because I felt as if I was in the driver's seat.
"We never went out with each other except to go to bed, but he was awful good to me. He used to surprise me with little presents, like fancy panties, candy, and he almost always gave me 20 dollars, just to get whatever I wanted for myself. He usually brought some scotch, and I learned to like it, but we never did go into a bar. Sometimes, we would play the radio and dance stark naked after we'd warmed up with a couple of different ways of fucking. I used to like to have him sit and watch me show him the new steps, while he'd sort of play with his cock and smile over at me, as proud of my body as I was.
"I began to notice one of the other men teachers at school making up to me. He was sly about it, but he would make little complimentary remarks about my dress, or my legs, or how nice a sweater looked on me. I was flattered, but it took me a long time to figure out that he wasn't just fishing in the dark - he knew about Mr. Waxier and me, because it was his apartment that we'd used for our first date. He finally came right out and asked me why I didn't go out with him. He said that after all, he was single, while my regular date was married, and that with him, there would be no problems, no worries and maybe even more fun.
"He was younger - maybe around 26 or so - and when he let me know that he knew about Mr. Waxier, I got mad to think that Waxier would talk about it to another man. But it turned out that he hadn't. The sneak had waited that first night and watched us go into his apartment. He had known right from the beginning about me.
"Waxier didn't dare to say anything nasty to him, for he was afraid that Dearden - that was the other teacher's name - would tell his wife. She was already getting shook up and suspicious about him being out so many nights. On one date, Waxier showed up boiling mad, and he told me that Dearden had hinted that he - Waxie, as I had begun to call him - had better put in a good word with me about him, or he might 'bust up Waxie's little love dream.' I could tell that Waxie really believed he would, because he was worried all that night. Finally, he asked me what he should do.
"I wasn't dumb. I knew that what he was asking was, would I maybe give Dearden a date, to get him off our backs. To tell the truth, I had begun to wonder how it would be to try it with a few other guys. Not that Waxie didn't excite me and give me a ball with sex, but I was curious about some others. And I was getting a little fed up with his increasing worry about his wife.
"I told him to let me take care of Dearden, and to stop worrying about it. That satisfied him for then, and when Dearden cornered me next day and made his pitch, I surprised the hell out of him by telling him I'd meet him that night - if he could meet my price! He asked what it was, thinking I was putting him on, and I told him fifty bucks a night! He just laughed and said: 'O.K., honey, but you'd better be good and you'd better also give green stamps.' I didn't tell Waxie, I just went to Dearden's place that night. I was actually looking forward to it, because when we had been kibitzing around a couple of times,, I had seen his pants begin to bulge out, and also, he wasn't a bad-looking guy - better looking than Waxie - more muscular and athletic.
"But when I got there that night, about seven-thirty, Bill Dearden was stoned to the ears! He had been thinking it over (he told me later) and didn't think he could go for any jailbait. He was actually scared that Waxie would go after him and rack his ass up good, because what I didn't know until Waxie told me afterwards was that Dearden had already been mixed up with a 13 year-old girl in another state, and had almost gone to jail.
"But when I found him that stoned, I just got disgusted with him. I had to get my licks in, so I told him that I wouldn't know what to do with a 'queer,' anyhow, and for him to go after a couple of the homosexuals in school that I could give him the names of.
"Then I walked out, thinking that was the last I would see of Bill Dearden."