Chapter 4
Marci Evans had never been so excited in her life. She had a sneak date with Carl Holt!
She had told Helen she was going down town to a movie, which she 'often did, and had parked her car at the back of the lot. She was in it now, waiting for Carl. Her dress was modestly cut, but underneath she wore very thin undies. Since the weather was warm she had put on no hose.
He would surely understand, knowing Helen, why she wasn't all gussied up. Calling him had been no problem; lots of his girl students called for one reason or another.
Her hands trembled as she smoothed her long, dark, wavy hair and checked her appearance in the little mirror on the sun visor. She had relived that moment on the piano bench a dozen times! His deep tongue kisses, his hand on her swollen, tender breasts and her swift rise to an orgasm!
How many times had she dreamed about it and masturbated? She didn't answer because she suddenly saw his new Chrysler easing up into the movie parking lot. Her heart hammered! Quickly she left her car, locked the door, and walked over to his rig.
She moved in swiftly. Darkness was almost complete, she was certain no one was paying any attention. She didn't look at him. He pulled away slowly, and was soon on the Coast highway going south. She scooted nearer.
"Damn!" he said. "I was afraid you'd back out, Marci."
"Oh, never!" she breathed. His nearness, the aroma of him blended with some kind of very masculine cologne, shot sweet tingles through her body. Her clit was already stiff and achy!
"I have a nice quiet place already reserved for us, Marci," he said, his right arm circling her shoulders. He drove in the slow lane. She pressed herself against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her left breast cuddled into his body. Ohhhhh!
In ten minutes they entered a little community called Beach Haven, and he turned onto the side street. He drew up in front of a neat looking motel complex and parked. He gripped her and tipped the steering wheel back. His mouth clamped on hers, his tongue dived strongly into her eager mouth, his left hand cupped her right breast. Sweet waves of joyful anticipation flooded her emotions. Her pussy began leaking juices into her imagine thin panties. Ohhhh, it was so wonderful!
If his cock felt as neat as his tongue she'd lose her mind! Her lips began to swell, her nipples hardened, she trembled with mounting passion. Finally he eased his mouth away.
"I'll be right back, sweetie." He left the car and walked toward the motel office . . .
Carl hadn't felt so elated about a piece of ass in a long time. Talk about young, fresh and willing. He had picked his share of pussy fruit, but another one wouldn't hurt his ego! He was ready to swear that Marci was a virgin.
In three minutes he was back with the key and inside with his piece, the door locked and the lights turned down low. He drew her to the edge of the wide queen sized bed and sat her down at his left. She wanted contact, man.
Her lips flowered wide open, and he unfastened the front of her frock. She moaned, her arms gliding around his neck, her tongue darting around his tongue. Her bra was so thin it hardly counted, but he didn't unfasten it. He wanted to see her in bra and panties. He was something of an undie faddist.
The hem of her frock slid back, exposing sweet naked thighs. As he molded her tits she whined again. Her puffed lips were a bloom of passion. Her nipples were stiff inside the filmy bra. Gooood stuff. Now he opened his mouth and let her stroke her tongue. He drew her left arm from around his neck, gripped her wrist and guided her hand to his prick lump. She fondled it with shaky fingers. A shiver ran up her ripe, fresh body.
Damned if she wasn't on the verge of a climax, already . . .
Marci shook with mounting excitement! Letting her use her tongue, and having her fingers on his cock lump, was drawing her closer and closer to an orgasm! What a large basket he had! His penis was enormous! His hand on her breasts drew fierce little pangs of lust from her tender breast cones and nipples!
As she continued to stroke her tongue in his mouth she felt her passion start to uncoil in her loins! Her clit pulsed, her nipples hardened even more, her hips lurched forward and she tore her mouth from his. She squealed! Her fun was pulsing in a tide from her clit and cunt! Hard heavenly pangs of delight rippled through her body. She shook in his arms for long, dreamy seconds.
"Ohhh, Carl!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, it's so good!"
"That's the way to come, sweet stuff," he murmured, still gripping her left breast.
Oh, how she adored the way he talked! None of this heavy 'love' stuff. Come was a good way to say it, the way she said it to herself. She could be crazy about him and still be 'modern'
"You make me come real hard, Carl!" she breathed.
"Mmmmmm!" he said. "Let's get these clothes off."
"Yes!" she giggled. "Not like on your piano bench!"
He laughed softly. "I think we're going to have a bunch of fun. Aren't we, Marci."
"I'll do everything I can!" she gushed. "Do you want to undress me, Carl?"
"Hey, naturally!" he beamed. She sank back on the bed, and he began removing her frock. She helped, of course. When she was in her panties and bra, he paused ,l-le stood back and took off his own clothes. Sport shirt, then his pants and then his colored briefs. The first glimpse she had of his rigid cock sent flurries of lust through her body. It was huge!
Small wonder that his sexy blonde wife Dotty looked so pleased with herself! He was a horse, a stallion!
"My God!" she breathed, staring at his naked crotch, cock and balls. Her first real look at a naked man! Some of the more daring magazines didn't show much. A limp cock was not that exciting. Seeing a penis swollen high and hard was a whole new ball game!
"Not bad, huh?" he grinned, tensing his prick.
"Oh, don't tease me!" she gasped. "I need it, real bad!"
Her cunt was puffed and oozy, her breasts were too tight in her imagine bra, her clit was stiff again, tensing with anticipation! Her orgasm had certainly made her cunt ready for its first cock!
She crawled to the middle of the bed, and he eased down at her right, his play hand sliding along her belly to her crotch.
"Pretty undies, Marci," he murmured, nuzzling between her still covered breasts.
"Oh, I hoped you'd like them!" she breathed, shivering with anticipation. She reached for his huge naked prick. Her fingers closed around the hot, swollen pillar of man flesh, and she moaned her delight! How totally sexy! how stimulating! Bubbles of clear juice leaked from the skin-framed glans.
His hand crept inside her panties and he cupped her pussy. The feel of his fingers on her bare girl flesh was heavenly! She spread her thighs and curled her crotch upward. He trembled, his prick tensed.
Carefully he explored her cunt. Up and down her puffy slit, gently inward, then a touch on her tender, hard clitoris. Ohhhhh!
"Damn!" he muttered, teasing her clitty. "That's a very strong one, Marci!"
"Oh, it's so tender!" she breathed.
He played with it very gently. Sting after sting of total delight fanned out from her girl cock. She was nearly ready to come! Then he eased his play finger slowly into her cunt hole.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhh--Carl!"
"Damn!" he muttered. He was feeling around inside her cunt. "You're a virgin!"
"Yes, and I want you to be the first!" she gasped. "I want you to tear it and fuck me real hard and goooood!'
He swore under his breath, and drew his hand from her pussy. He tugged at her panties, and she instantly helped him. She knew her bold words excited him. If he expected a virgin to be a 'nice' girl he could find one elsewhere. She didn't want to 'take him from' Dotty. If she ever decided to get married she would pick a man nearer her own age, or a real old one with lots of money. She had seen too many of her girlfriends and old classmates settle for crappy marriages.
Why get married at all? Why bother? Plenty of young women nowadays were going it alone or were shacking with someone, male or female. Who cared?
She did plan to try that lesbian stuff some time. Certain girls appealed to her, but whether she could ever really turn on with a pussy she didn't know. No phase of sexual activity was 'hidden' anymore.
Her panties were soon gone, and Carl finally removed her bra. She cuddled his prick, shaking with lust, wishing he would mount her and get it over with! She attached no real 'value' to her maidenhead. If she still had it at twenty or beyond she'd be some sort of freak!
"Do it, Carl!" she whispered, as he molded her cunt.
He nodded, his face taut. He crawled over between her shanks, spreading her thighs wide, and tipping them back. Her hand remained on his cock! She was starved for prick, famished for it! She steered his huge knob down to her upcurved cunt. Ohhhhh!
The first heated touch of his cock was ten times better than she'd ever imagined! Her cunt flesh spread delectably around his big sex knob, he trembled as he pushed it deeper . . . farther! She'd read several accounts of what to expect on 'the wedding night.' How droll! How many chicks waited that long? Ridiculous!
It was a big moment for him. His actions were clearly very revealing. He'd 'discovered' her cherry, and he was almost ready to pick it. This was a high achievement for a man. He could tell his friends about ripping a maidenhead, if that was his style. He could put a 'notch' on his fuck pistol handle. Men wanted to be first!
He probed deeper with his knob, she felt a lance of pain! It was torn! Her cherry was plucked! As his prick ran deeper he groaned and shuddered. His meat began to pump in her cunt. The jab of his glans at the very depths of her vagina was sheer heaven!
Some girls, she knew, masturbated by using an artificial cock. She could see why! The deeps of her cunt were deliciously responsive! Each hard thrust seemed to touch off new sensations! His heavy breathing, his tremors, indicated what she was doing for him. And the mounting excitement in her loins indicated what he was doing for her enjoyment!
"Oh, Carl!" she gasped. "It's wild and good! Fuck me, fuck me for hours!"
He shuddered, she felt a new kind of thing. His big nuts were knotting at the base of his cock! His hairy balls were slapping at her lower cunt flesh. It was a fantastic added thrill!
He stroked faster! He moaned, his cock tensed, and she started her'-own orgasm! Suddenly he was raring into her, his. prick pulsed and he shouted fiercely! Her cry of culmination followed! Her cunt clasped his stroking cock, her clit throbbed wildly and the deeps of her vagina sent violent pangs of erotic delight all through her body! The sensations were almost too much for her! She could understand how some women actually fainted at orgasm . . .
Carl rested on the fine nubile body, his prick still rammed deep in her shivery cunt.
I got it, man, I got it! he thought. I fucked her and dumped a big load in her cunt! This is what it's all about, ripping a beautiful young woman's membrane and filling her virginal box with a big gushing load of jism!
He pressed his sweaty chest tightly to her coned, firm tits and caught his breath.
"Beautiful, Marci!" he murmured, keeping his meat socked in.
"Oh, it sure is!" she breathed. "It hurt a little, but it sure didn't once you got going!"
"Mmmmmm!" he said, grinning against her throat. "We're going to enjoy lots of this stuff, aren't we?"
"I hope so!" she giggled, tightening her thighs across his hips and uphunching playfully. "You make me come so hard and good!"
"Smartest young virgin I ever got my cock into!" he chuckled.
"Oh, I bet you told all of them that same line," she purred. "But I love it! Do you want me to clean up before we fuck again?"
He laughed. "You say it right out, Marci. I like it."
"Nnnnnn!" she breathed. "So do I"
He was remembering his first touches on her pussy. What a long thick clitoris. Not many girls had that much 'pecker.' It made her even more appealing, and it told him how much she enjoyed her sex. A good, strong healthy young pussy. Fresh stuff on the side! He did not intend to share her with Dotty for a while. If Dotty could talk Freddi into a threesome, fine. Marci was going to be his and his alone. Fine snug cunt, terrific responses.
He lifted up and she stared down at his prick, slick with globs of jism and cunt juice. A reddish tint to the mixture gave him a special thrill. Cherry blood, a virgin's cuntal barrier had been ripped.. Yeahhhhh.
"Oh, that's sexy!" she breathed. "Is my pussy tight enough for you, stud?"
He had to chuckle. "Hey, you have a sweet, snug little box! Don't you worry about that. We're going to have fun with it, aren't we?"
"You're the boss, honey," she cooed.
He slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom . . .
Marci rested, still tingling all over. Masturbating simply was not in it with fucking! Somehow, the act of self-plea,ure never quite satisfied her deep inner cravings. That was why so much fucking went on in the world!
She shaped her still swollen breasts, noticing that they were larger than before, and her nipples were even more sensitive. She didn't want to touch her cunt just yet. She wanted that rich prick load to soak in her jism-hungry cunt. It was one of the best medicines in the world!
She had done her 'homework' on sex, she had several good books on the fascinating subject, and that didn't count the girlie magazines she bought and hid from Helen. Too bad Helen didn't have some regular cock and gushes of semen; she certainly needed both in the worst way.
Carl came out of the john, his prick at 'half mast.' But as he approached the bed, his cock started to slant up and grow in size. It was so big! It was so thick and long!
"My turn to freshen up," she said. She wiggled into the john. Before she could even start cleaning up, the jism and pussy juice leaked down her thighs. She stood in front of the mirror and watched the goup ooze from her first-fucked cunt. Her outer labia were all puffed and swollen, her clit entirely hidden by the puffy upper crevice. The mixture was tinted red with her cherry blood.
How sexy she looked! Her tits poking away out, her mouth swollen from heavy kissing, her cunt expanded until her inner pink cunt flesh showed. The aroma of his jism was like a strong drug in her senses. A pussy needed that elixir!
When she was fresh again she stepped out into the bedroom. He rested flat on his back, his huge cock slanted across his belly, hands behind his head, perfectly relaxed.
"You look so satisfied with yourself!" she giggled, swaying up to the edge of the bed.
"Screwing such a sexy young virgin makes me feel great!" he grinned. "How did you happen to save your maidenhead so long, anyway?"
"I'm shy," she giggled. "Except around you! And I wasn't going to give it to just anybody."
"All the better for me," he said. "Come on, Marci. You want to try top-riding?"
"So soon?" she exclaimed. "You haven't even broken me in good yet!"
"I have this idea that you'll really go for top-fucking," he said, staring at her body.
"Why?" she breathed, moving onto the bed.
"The way you were coming up at my prick," he chuckled.
"Girls shouldn't be dead-assed," she giggled.