Chapter 5
I thought I'd figured out a foolproof plan. I got Ed Sands to let me ride a green horse I knew would be sure to buck, one weekend that I spent at the ranch during a spell of beautiful, open weather. I made certain my father was nearby because I wanted him to see my ride, but I also was careful to not let him know in advance what I was up to because he probably would have forbidden it.
Before that ride was over, I'd gotten rid of that damned maidenhead my father'd been having our doctor keep such close tabs on. The crotch of my pants was bright red with blood when I got off that colt. Father saw it and began cussing Ed Sands out for having let me mount such a horse. Then he rushed me to town to see the doctor. It was comical, how concerned he was. You never saw anyone with such a long face as his was after the doctor confirmed the de- struction of that damned built-in tattletale that I'd kept so long. I wanted to yell and do something crazy to celebrate. But I held it in, willing to wait a little longer. I'd finally won this devious contest between my father and me, or so I then thought. I should have known my old man better.
Anyhow, Monday morning came and I drove back to town and another week of school. But I don't remember a thing that happened during school hours that week. What I'll always remember is the glorious fucking Tom and I crammed into every afternoon his folks were both gone and into every night without exception. It was heaven! Reverend McKenna was getting ready to be away for two weeks of evangelistic meetings, so the door to their room got closed every night. Like I said earlier, Mrs. McKenna seemed to have a thing about draining all the sexual desire she possibly could out of her husband before he left on such trips. When no such trip was in prospect, she might not give him any for two or three weeks at a stretch. But he had it made when he had preaching engagements that would take him out of town for even one night. When he was going to be gone for two whole weeks, she gave him the key to the mint. So that week she and her husband were much too busy every night to realize that Tom and I didn't spend any more time sleeping than they did.
What a week Tom and I had. But the first night, the very first time we ever got his hard cock in my ravenous cunt... that was the great- est! Because it was all so thrillingly new, so breathtakingly exciting!
Tom waited, his door open a crack, watching until the door of his folks' room was quietly but firmly closed that first night. From what he told me later, when we were laying in each other's arms laughing quietly about it, he nearly froze to death crouched there in the darkness waiting. But he wasn't complaining; he seemed to feel the discomfort he'd endured had been a small price. After that first night, Tom claimed he had no problem keeping warm while he waited for his parents' door to close; he just thought about how great it was going to be, in just a little while, when he was fucking me. After he'd experienced the reality, that first night, he could rerun the memory of it like a tape on a video-tape playback machine.
For my own part, I can still get myself steamed up playing back the memory of that night. Tom was such a cherry, so unsure about what he should do, yet so sweet and so eager when he finally got to my room and crawled into bed with me. He was shivering and his bare skin felt like ice, but I think it was his excitement and not the cold that had him so atremble. He wouldn't have remembered to lock my door, he was in such a rush to get to me, if I hadn't reminded him. I wasn't about to give his mother another chance to surprise me the way she had that first time I'd gotten Tom into my bed.
Lord, but he felt great against me, regardless of how cold his skin was. We wrapped our arms around each other and cold as he was, Tom had a hard-on that felt like a rock as our lower bellies pressed together, sandwiching it between them. That eager cock of his had grown considerably, I felt certain, in the weeks since Tom first fucked me in the ass; I know it had increased in size at least half again since the time I gave Tom his first blow job. I'd been making a man out of him in more ways than one. Use improves any tool. In almost no time Tom's body temperature was just as feverish as mine. Outside a Wyoming blizzard might have been blowing, but under those covers of my bed it was like a summer night in the tropics, a night made for love.
Tom suddenly drew away from me a little, ducked his head under the covers, cupped my naked boobs in his hands, then began licking and kissing them. Finally he sucked both excited nipples into his hot mouth together. Lord, what a wave of sensation that shot through me! I felt hot love honey begin gushing out of my box, drenching my curly muff and my upper thighs. I couldn't have been more superheated, more excited, if it had been my very first experiment with sex. Of course it was my very first ex-p e r i m e n t with actual fucking, with actual cunt-hole fucking instead of asshole fucking or the oral substitute. I'd never been more steamed up in my entire life. Tom pulled his hungry lips away from my burning titties long enough to gasp, "You're wonderful, Trina!"
I reached down and closed the fingers of one hand around his swollen cock as I told him breathlessly, "You're pretty wonderful your- self, sweetheart."
Then Tom went back to sucking at my tits like he was starving and they were pure sugar and quick energy. He may have been only a green kid, but that's better any time, night or day, than a bull-anxious clod like many college Casanovas I've found myself matched with since then. The athletic, campus-hero type and the older hard-sell sales types and big-man executives seem to be the poorest performers as lovers, judging by my personal experience. They all make the same mistake of coming on much too fast and in a way they evidently hope will seem overwhelming. Their idea of being a real man seems to be to overwhelm and subdue a sex partner. They act like sex is just another body-contact sport in which there has to be a winner and a loser, a victor and a defeated opponent.
What stupes! They obviously consider a girl or woman to be some inferior being created for them to use and humble. I think if that kind of male found himself forced to choose between being a terribly deformed male or being transformed into a physically perfect, beautiful woman, they'd prefer to exist as a pitiful cripple, but male; becoming a woman would be the worst fate that kind could imagine. Maybe that's why that type always tries so hard never to let himself get emotionally involved with any female, even the one they may finally marry. Those kind of bastards could all take lessons from Tom, however green and young he was. Like I've said, I'd been making a real he- man out of Tom in more ways than one. Tom had learned what being a real lover was all about.
As Tom sucked and caressed my tits, I began stroking the head of his cock through my steaming crack, bathing it in the flood of hot love honey flowing there. Lord, but that hard cock of his felt delicious to me there. I seemed able to enjoy the deliciousness of it throughout every individual cell in my entire body. My blood began feeling like it had turned to liquid fire. I found myself wondering whether it was possible to get so teased up and hot that it would become impossible to come? I groaned, thinking what delightful, agonizing, exquisite kind of torture such a condition might create.
Instantly Tom's mouth came away from my tits to whisper breathlessly, "Did my teeth hurt you?"
"I don't even know you have teeth!" I told him in sharp gasps. "Lordy, if someone lit a match right now, I think I could make an H-bomb explosion look like nothing bigger than a firecracker!"
"It's feeling good?" he whispered hopefully.
"You have to ask, you silly?" I teased.
Without warning Tom popped my tits back into his greedy mouth, sucking hard, nibbling my nipples just a little with his teeth. My head tipped back upon my shoulders like someone had grabbed my hair and jerked it hard; a long, low, strangled groan struggled out of me. For an instant I felt on the very edge of blacking out.
Desperately I thrust the head of Tom's beautifully rigid cock downward away from my clitoris into the slippery mouth of that tunnel of love in my lower body. My hips moved in a frantic lunge toward him, driven by pure instinct. Through the swirling cyclone of sensation roaring through my consciousness, I felt the deliciousness of Tom's hard cock slipping into my belly.
That was all it took! My question of an instant or so before, about whether I might get so hot it would become impossible to come, was gloriously answered! If such a thing as a double-barreled orgasm is possible, that's what the feeling of Tom's hardness starting into me triggered. As I've thoroughly explained, I was no stranger to the experience of orgasm, even though this was the very first time a male cock had been inside my cunt; but this orgasm was more than twice as great as any I'd enjoyed before. It had me teetering on the fine edge of a fall into nothingness. It seemed to go on and on and on for hours. It was excruciatingly wonderful, exquisitely delicious.
The next thing I became aware of was a feeling of smothering; I discovered I'd clapped my pillow over my head and even partly into my mouth, though I'd had no conscious thought of worrying about the sounds I might make. As I sucked breath deep into my lungs, I became aware of Tom's muffled groans, his mouth still full of my tits. He was humping his cock in and out of me frantically as we lay there side by side. Obviously he was on the verge.
If there's one thing I believed in even then, it's that one good fuck deserves another. I wrapped my arms and legs around Tom, gripping him to me tightly for just an instant, and turned myself to bring him astride me. I don't think he missed a stroke. But once he was on his hands and knees over me, he began putting a lot more power into every thrust and he began thrusting about three or four times faster. He acted like he thought my slippery cunt and his stiff cock were two sticks and he was a boy scout rubbing them together in a furious effort to start a fire. What delicious sparks of sensation Tom made fly! Almost faster than I can tell about it, Tom had kindled a whole new fire and had it roaring in my smoking cunt. Lord, what a fucking! Since then I've taken on some real experts, but not one of them has ever done a better job of giving me a really sensational screw than Tom did that very first time he got into my joybox.
A sharp groan came out of Tom like he was in real agony. I felt him begin to come, jets of his hot juices shooting off inside me, drenching my sensitive inner surfaces. It gave me a supercharge of sensation that blasted me off into the wildest orgasm I'd ever had overwhelm me. I still have no idea how long it actually lasted; it seemed to go on and on and on. During that time my whole world, the only world that I was aware of, was my own burning, throbbing cunt and Tom's thrusting, pulsating cock inside it. I even lost awareness of Tom's existence; only his hammering, pumping hardness inside my ravenous cunt really existed.
Since then I've heard many different girls and women brag about their multiple orgasms. I always feel sorry for them. I've had multiple orgasms, too. That kind is great, no argument about 'that, but is actually very superficial in the quality of sensation created. Compared, that is, to the trip I took on that single, long-lasting, excruciatingly intense orgasm triggered by the feeling of Tom coming inside me that very first time.
Finally Tom quit banging me. I don't know exactly when. My orgasm tapered off. I began coming back to a consciousness of more than my muscles squeezing relentlessly at his captive shaft of hardness. Tom had collapsed on top of me. We were both simmering in our own sweat, our hearts racing, our breath coming in gasps like we'd both had a long run. Come to think of it, I guess we had, though our feet hadn't been on the ground. Even so, Tom was still hard inside me. I was amazed to find that hardness still felt deliciously good to me. He turned himself until we again were side by side, still firmly coupled. It was another five minutes before his hardness wilted enough to cause his penis to slip out of me. Not more than another five minutes after that Tom had a brand new hard-on and was ready to go again.
Neither one of us seemed able to get enough of it. It was nearly dawn before Tom slipped back to his own room. Lord, but my bed suddenly seemed terribly empty when he was gone. I found myself feeling like I couldn't endure having Tom out of my sight. I wanted to say, "To hell with his father and mother!" Espe- daily his mother! I had to fight down an almost overwhelming urge to follow him down the hallway to his room and climb into bed with him. I felt I could never again go to sleep unless I was curled up in Tom's arms. I found myself worrying about whether or not Tom was feeling the same way. Was he missing me the same intense way I was missing him? I very nearly threw discretion to the wind and went rushing down that hallway to him to find out. I was in torment.
During that whole week the only reality Tom and I weren't out of touch with most of the time was the indescribably delicious reality of his hard cock stroking back and forth in my burning cunt. I expect we crammed more quality fucking into that one week than many mortals experience in an entire lifetime. More, maybe, than some experience within several lifetimes.
But early Saturday morning my old daddy showed up at the preacher's door. Only an hour before that, Tom's folks gave Tom and me a scare, almost catching Tom still in bed with me. Tom's dad had gotten up and gone to the bathroom across the hallway from my bedroom door, while Tom was still hammering the cock to me. We'd forgotten about his having to leave early that morning. And he nearly gave both of us heart failure. An hour later my dad showed up, wanting to know why I hadn't come home the evening before, the weather being as good as it was. He didn't seem to buy my explanation about needing to spend time in the library that weekend doing research on a project of special homework. Before noon, Daddy and I were on a plane headed for Los Angeles, the location of a strict parochial school for girls he'd enrolled me in. I thought the world had ended. Actually, exciting times were ahead.