Chapter 4
Registration, new classes, new teachers and meeting new students all passed quickly, making the first week of school seem like only a day. Hank and Tony made many new friends while Shirley introduced Ida to everyone that she knew, announcing to all her old friends that she and Ida were "best friends."
Though hectic, the first five days gave Ida and Hank time to meet each other at night. They spent endless hours driving along the main street of town, the "main drag," Hank called it Cruising the streets, talking and getting to know each other much better in those five days made Hank even more aware of his frightening promise to Rod and the fraternity, and though he'd tried, he couldn't find any way to get out of his dilemma.
Ida, acutely aware of his moods, had asked him what was bothering him, but he repeatedly answered, "Nothing." She satisfied her curiosity finally by telling herself that he was just worried about the fraternity and dismissed his moodiness from her mind. Instead of worrying, she concentrated on loving him, giving him all the exciting pleasure she could when they parked at the wooded glen. Since that first wonderful night he had stripped her completely, she had broken down and let him remove all her clothing each time they parked. His hands would rove over the smooth, supple flesh of her young innocent body, refreshing her every panting gasp with the salacious touch of his fingers. Their naked bodies would stretch out along the blanket-covered back seat of his sedan clinging together while they explored each other's private parts until finally, his fingers madly stroking her smooth, wet vagina and her hands rhythmically masturbating his long rigid penis, they would bring each other to a tremendous simultaneous climax.
For a long while each night they would lie silently together, each thinking about the other. Ida contemplated the joys of loving and the raptures of a future marriage while he thought about the promise he'd made to Rod, wondering what he could do to get out of it. He didn't want to see her hurt, but he still fought the idea that he was falling in love with Ida. It was sex, that's all. Just sex! But he couldn't refuse the overwhelming sensation he felt whenever they spoke. He cared about her, yes, but she could ruin his life if he gave in to her. No, it can't be love-besides, he still fucked Shirley whenever he got the chance, which seemed to be less and less this week. His infidelity made love only a word, nothing more than an excuse.
"I love you," she cooed as they drove down Highway One.
Hank smiled and nodded, careful to avoid her eyes in the bright Sunday morning daylight. Today would mark the biggest change in his life to date: the fraternity would either accept or reject him later this afternoon, though he was almost sure it would be the latter. He hadn't thought of any way to break the promise he'd made a week before, and today they would all know the truth: he was just talk, a lot of hot air.
Panic-stricken an hour before, he had almost called Ida and told her that they weren't going to the fraternity picnic, but second thoughts made him decide to go through with it and face his fate. At ten o'clock he turned the car into a small private drive off the highway, waving to the smiling freshman who opened the black iron gate for him.
The picnic was actually a beach party, held on three acres of coastland that the house had rented from a real-estate broker for the winter. Coming up the drive Ida could hear the breakers crashing against a monumental cliff to the south, but her eyes caught the outline of two medium-sized cottages through the mid-morning glare. They were both grey and weather-beaten, probably two-bedrooms, she thought, wondering if she and Hank could have a quaint little cottage like that when they got married. It would be so much better than one of those anonymous pre-fabricated apartments that cluttered Southern California.
"Like it?" Hank asked, momentarily proud of his part-ownership as a fraternity brother.
"Oh, yes. It's so cute. I'd love to have a place like this of my own, secluded and away from all the rush at home ... oh, there's Tony and Shirley!"
Hank waved and parked the car next to Tony's. The triangle's complete, he thought and tried to suppress a smile when Tony winked at him. Tony had told him yesterday that he would screw that virgin, Shirley, tonight or else. Virginl Hah! She's goddamn near a pro, and you don't even know it, you poor bastard.
"How was it?" Hank asked Tony while he took a bottle of Scotch out of the trunk of his car.
Tony looked to see if the girls were far enough away before he answered.
"Not bad, but she needs a lot of teaching," he leered.
She could probably teach you how to fuck her while standing on your head in a tree, Hank thought cynically to himself. His best friend, yet he couldn't tell him that his girlfriend, dear-sainted Shirley, was practically a nymphomaniac. Instead, he had to feign innocence and try to sound pleased that Tony had finally "busted her cherry." Life's a bitch for anybody who doesn't know what's really happening, he mused bitterly.
"What's in the bottle," Tony asked.
"Christ, what the hell do you think it is, soda pop?" Hank said with a slight irritation in his voice, then suddenly noticed the sly look in his partner's twinkling eyes.
"What's the shit-eating grin for?"
"Well, I'll tell you, old man," Tony said in his worst imitation of an English accent. "Only if you'll start using a little more class in your language and stop all your fucking swearing."
Both boys laughed and Tony looked quickly around to see if anyone was near them.
"This, man," he whispered, his eyes darting back and forth like an overplayed villain.
Hank looked at Tony's open hand, half-covered with a beach towel, and saw a small tin with a throat lozenge's brand-name printed in yellowish letters against a blue background. Tony's thumb slowly opened the sliding top and exposed ten tightly rolled brown cigarettes inside.
"Grass!" Hank exclaimed. "Where'd you get it?"
Sensing his friend's excitement, he opened the packet a little more so that Hank could see almost all of the marijuana cigarettes. He told him quietly where he had acquired the joints and watched with delight as Hank's head snapped back in disbelief.
"That's right. The one and only Bod Thompson, our big brother."
"Goddamn, I wonder where the hell he got it?" Hank said, almost to himself. "We haven't been able to get any of that stuff since the narcos busted that bunch down at the wharf. I thought everything was tied up."
"It was, but Rod's got contacts in Mexico. It's just another advantage to belonging to the fraternity. Whenever we want something, all we have to do is ask one of the brothers and we'll have it. Rod says that almost everybody on campus smokes pot, and that he can get it anytime we want it."
"Christ, and I thought he was straight," Hank said shaking his head in amazement. "A lot of the kids at the high schools smoke it, but I never figured that any of the guys in the fraternity would ever try it."
"Does Ida blow the weed?" Tony asked.
"No, I haven't had any all summer long to try on her."
"That's too bad, man. Shirley's already half-stoned, and in another hour we'll probably be out screwing on the beach somewhere. Hell, you oughta try it with Ida. Just give her some of that booze, then get her to smoke a couple joints. That'll fix her for the rest of the day."
"Yeah," Hank whispered. That would fix her. Maybe if she got stoned, he could finally get more than lying there with his finger in her pussy. Maybe now they could really screw! But the thought of her lying there, listening to his obscenities made Hank's conscience jerk at the back of his neck. He couldn't talk about her like that, not even to himself. She was a human being ... his girl ... and he loved-no, cared about her.
"Here, take these," Tony said, holding the small packet out to his friend. "Rod told me to give them to you. I've got a pack for me and Shirley in my pocket."
"Thanks, Tony. That's really great, uh...." Hank paused for a minute, wondering how to ask
... if the others remembered. "What's Rod doing today? I mean, did he say anything else about me?"
"Nothing except to ask when you were going to put on your big show for us," Tony answered, carefully watching for a reaction.
"Oh," was the only response Hank could muster. So they did remember after all. Me and my big mouth, he thought. He'd gotten himself into the biggest mess possible and still there was no way out.
"Have you thought of anything to tell them?" Tony suddenly asked him.
"Whadda ya mean?" Hank snapped.
"Come on, Hank. I know damn well that you were just shootin' off your mouth last Sunday when you told Rod that you had some big scheme cooking with Ida. Christ, you couldn't do anything like that with her: you're in love with her."
"Man, that grass has blown your mind." Hank shook his head defensively, fearing the accusation. It's not love, damnit. It's sex! "Just cool it, will you, and hold tight for a while. I wasn't kidding those guys last week, but you'll all just have to wait until later."
"Sure, Hank, sure. Well just all wait until later," he said sarcastically and turned abruptly away, walking quickly toward the beach.
"Tony!" he shouted, but his friend hurried his pace toward the two girls waiting at the bottom of the path.
Shit! Not one goddamn thing is going right! If I keep acting like such an ass, I'm gonna lose the best friend I ever had, Hank thought bitterly and followed Tony down the path.
"What took you so long?" Ida asked through a flashing smile as she slid her long, slender arm around his waist and tugged him toward her. "You two look like you've been arguing."
"Don't be ridiculous," he laughed. "We never argue, right Tony?"
"Right," he nodded and turned away, "Come on, surfs up. Let's go out and take the big wave."
Ida offered Hank a towel, but he refused and fell back onto the grass. It was nearly two o'clock, and the sun was high enough to dry his dripping body in only a few minutes.
They had been surfing and swimming for almost the entire time since they had arrived; playing volleyball with a group for a while, surfing a while longer, then joining other couples in other beach games. Now they stretched out alongside each other on a small grassy spot surrounded by thick foilage about two hundred yards from the water.
"Hank," Ida asked, drying her hair with a large red beach towel. "What was in that little packet you gave to me to put into my bag?"
"Hey! I almost forgot," he said with a sudden smile. "Lemme have it."
Ida reached into her beach bag and gave him the small tin that held the marijuana cigarettes. I wont have time to get her drunk before she tries one, he thought as he opened the packet, but if she loves me like she says she does, she'll smoke them anyway.
"Here," he said handing her one of the small brown cigarettes and grinning.
"H-Hank, what is it?" she asked hesitantly, afraid of his answer.
"It's called a joint," he said with the same grin still on his face. "You take a few long drags and then, wow! Hell, it's better than booze ever thought of being."
"N-No! I can't ... not marijuana," she whispered her eyes suddenly wide with fright, but her mind was tinged with an uncertain cloud of curiosity.
"Honey, it's all right, just like liquor, only a thousand times better. All that crap you hear about pot is just a lot of bull. This stuff won't hurt you, and all you'll feel is fabulous! Come on, try it. Trust me."
Trust me. Trust me, she thought. I love him and I have to trust him. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me, I know he wouldn't!
The sudden click of a match jerked her stare off the cigarette and she looked directly at the small black pupils that punctuated the centers of his dark eyes. Slowly, never taking her gaze from his reassuring face she held the joint to her mouth and sucked the warm, acrid smoke into her lungs until she could take no more. It seemed to lift her head slightly upward from the base of her neck, but that was all. It didn't hurt, and nothing seemed to be wrong.
She watched Hank take a long heavy drag from the same cigarette, holding his breath for a long, long while, then handing the slim brown stick back to her. She involuntarily nodded slightly, knowing that the nod was coming from somewhere deep in the back of her brain, then took another long sucking puff.
What seemed like hours was actually only a few minutes, but Ida had taken the full effect of the drug into her shivering young body. Above her head the afternoon sun burned its great heat onto her tender shoulders, and she looked skyward, staring at the bright orange disc that she worshipped as a Californian. Somehow, it looked so much different now, so much cooler and not nearly as bright, not nearly as hazy, just friendly, she thought through her drug-induced euphoria.
"Hey! Get down!" she heard Hank whisper and felt the urgent tug of his strong athletic hand on her bare arm. Easily, floating, she fell to the ground beside him, feeling her full, firm breasts flatten slightly as she bounced a fraction of an inch on the cool green grass. She moaned a quiet soft moan at the titillating pressure of the ground against her chest and wanted to remove the top of her blue bikini so that she could feel the prickly green blades of grass tickle the rosy tips of her breasts.
"Someone's coming," he whispered in her ear with a slight giggle.
"Oooooooh!" she purred, knowing that they might be discovered, but finding it exciting rather than frightening. The paranoia that accompanied the drug's effect accentuated the possible danger of being caught, and at the same time, blew the normal reaction, fear, out of shape, making Ida believe that she was party to a great adventure.
Hank's hand slipped over her moist, parted lips, stifling her delighted cry, and waited to see who had intruded on their private shangri-la.
"It's Bob and Dolly," he whispered, recognizing two of the teen-agers who had been in the volley ball game with them earlier. Hank tensed his lean muscles, waiting to see if the other couple would discover them behind the bushes, but they were too engrossed with each other to be looking around.
"It's all clear," Bob slurred, shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of alcohol and marijuana that bristled through his spine.
"Wheeeeee," Dolly almost shrieked and threw her arms above her head, turning a small circle. "I'm really stoned!"
Ida gently twisted her head and Hank released his hand from her mouth, putting his finger to his lips with a light shosshing sound.
"They're really stoned out of their minds," he whispered. "Let's watch and see what they're gonna do."
That's really funny, she thought groggily to herself, watching the boy remove the girl's bikini top. They're going to do it right here and Hank and I can see them.
"We'd better move," Hank whispered. "They might see us."
Pretending she was a long sexy snake, Ida slid a few feet to her right, putting more bushes between herself and the stripping couple, but giving herself a good line of vision to watch the sensual movements of the other two teen-agers.
"Let's hurry. I don't think anyone can see us, but we'd better be careful," she heard Bob tell the five-foot-tall blonde who had already slipped the bottom half of her bikini over her ankles and thrown it on the damp grass. Ida could clearly see the girl's smooth, rounded buttocks in profile, slightly shuddering as a chilly salt spray blew up from the ocean. Her eyes followed the gentle curves of Dolly's naked body, traveling over the slight indentation of her slim waist, and across the easy rise of her ribcage to the fullness of her trembling breasts.
"Whoooeee," she heard Hank whisper as the naked girl turned her seductive body in a small half-circle and again raised her delicate arms above her head in a cat-like stretch.
Ida tweaked his ear for looking at another woman who was naked, but she didn't care, not really, because she was looking, too, and enjoying the vicarious thrill that tingled in her loins.
Dolly knelt to the ground, then fell back, spreading her arms and her long, supple thighs for the naked boy who quickly stretched out beside her.
"Goddamn! She's really stacked," Hank whispered in her sex-flushed ear.
But Ida hadn't heard him. Instead of watching the rolling gentle curves of Dolly's eighteen-year-old body, she stared at Bob's naked muscles rippling in the sunlight. His strong, sinewy torso strained as he adjusted himself next to the waiting, sensuous girl on the grass, and Ida's eyes searched his naked form until she saw the stiff throbbing rod that jutted out from his groin. It was so big, so powerful looking, she thought enviously, wanting to hold the rigid rod in her virginal hands. The only other penis she had ever seen was Hank's, but that was always in the darkness of his old car, shadowed and hot, and not really visible. Bob's long, pulsing organ, though, was right there in front of her eyes in the sunlight, red and glistening with sexual perspiration.
She and Hank watched Dolly reach out with her long, slender fingers and grasp the engorged head of Bob's instrument, stroking it gently, lovingly. The marijuana had slowed her sensuous movements to the point of almost slow-motion, and the naked girl rocked back and forth rapturously as she gleaned a small drop of clear white sperm from the pulsing tip.
Bob lowered his well-muscled nakedness all the way to the ground and Ida watched him crush his mouth suddenly over the girl's moist, parted lips, sucking her tongue quickly into his growling throat. Her eyes glazed and wide, she watched the girl roll back and take a long deep breath, sucking air into her lungs and making her already full-rounded breasts seem almost immense. She's beautiful, Ida thought to herself, wondering why she would watch a girl instead of a boy. It seemed almost unnatural.
Hank and Ida gasped together in a simultaneous sensation of vicarious joy as they watched Bob's hand slip across the girl's shoulder and flow over her quivering breasts in a slow, even motion.
"Just like us," Hank whispered and traced a finger across Ida's rising and falling breasts, slipping inside the constricting lining of her bikini and toying with the tender edges of her rose-colored nipple.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned softly, feeling the sensuous finger toy with her taut rising bud. "Just like we should be...."
Hank wanted it to be just like them, and now. He knew Ida was stoned, rocking her head back and forth, not understanding the reality that surrounded them. He wanted to fuck her today, here in the sunlight, and take her restricting virginity away from her forever....
They anxiously watched together as Bob's hand strayed away from Dolly's quivering breasts and slid over the gentle curve of her belly to the soft rise of silken blondness that covered her pubic mound. She mewled a childish sigh and wriggled her buttocks slightly as his hand teased the edges of her pubic triangle, searching for the moistness of her cuntal lips.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Ida moaned through her marijuana-induced euphoria at the same time Dolly mewled. She knew that felt so good, sooo wonderful!
"We should be doing that now," Hank whispered and slid his gently caressing fingers out of her bikini top and around her slender back to the white button that held her halter up.
"Oh, Hank," she gasped through her parted lips as she heard his exciting words. Yes, they should be doing it now, here on the grass while the other couple made love in front of them.
She bit her lip, fearing her salacious thoughts, as Hank's hand slid across the upraised smoothness of her quivering white buttocks and felt a familiar growing tide of passion press at the hair-trimmed apex of her ivory thighs. Her hips jerked involuntarily at the touch and she saw Bob's index finger slide easily into Dolly's moist, wet vagina, visibly rotating slowly in the yearning channel. Ida heard her mewl again with obvious delight and wriggle her snow white buttocks, at the same time lifting her knees slightly and planting her heels in the grass.
Anxiously, Bob drew her hand from around his neck and placed the dainty, delicate fingers on the purplish head of his swollen penis. With surprising eagerness she began to stroke the throbbing phallus, moving it from side to side in small obscene circles as her hand rode sensuously up and down the long, rigid shaft.
"Goddamn it, go, baby," Hank whispered hoarsely while he gently kneaded the soft pliant white flesh of Ida's trembling buttocks and watched the girl begin to slide her lust-inciting fingers more rapidly along the veined underside of Bob's aching cock.
His lustful panting could be heard by the two Peeping Toms as he slowly lowered his sun-bleached head to her firm, full breasts and flicked out his tongue at the tiny, taut, red nipple. Dolly gasped with ecstatic delight as she felt the warm moistness of his mouth envelope the tip of her breast and begin hungrily sucking at her quivering flesh.
"H-Hank," Ida suddenly whispered huskily through her full red lips. "Let's do it now, Hank. Let's do it now!"
Yes! Yes! his mind screamed from a darkened, drug-hazed corner, but he heard himself say "No, baby, let's watch them. We'll both get so turned on that we won't want them to hear us."
Breathlessly she agreed and then heard a strange whirring sound through the marijuana-fog that clouded her brain. What's that, she wanted to ask Hank, but her drug-induced concentration was captured by the flaming red head of Bob's penis. She watched him start to lift his shaking body on top of the writhing girl and slide the thick shaft along the insides of her thighs, but as he did, Dolly suddenly turned her head away.
"P-Please, wait," she whimpered, her breath coming in short jerking gasps.
Bob lowered himself back to the ground, keeping his maddening finger lewdly rotating in the warm softness of her vagina.
Whirrrr! came the strange sound in the background through the silence.
"Bobby," she whimpered, hesitating for a moment. "Bobby, this is the first time. I'm still a virgin...."
Hank and Ida suddenly looked at each other in disbelief.
"Well, sonofabitch," Bob hissed. "Fucking out here in the grass and you're still a virgin!"
Ida jerked her head at the obscene four-letter word, but suddenly discovered that she was thrilled that she was vicariously sharing the girl's experience. She was watching another girl lose her virginity ... that was like losing your own twice, she giggled to herself through the narcotic haze that covered her thoughts.
Hank smiled lewdly beside her and watched Bob now manipulating the helpless virgin who was skewered on the end of his commanding finger. She lay there, her eyes closed, wriggling quietly against the strong wrist between her muscular, suntanned thighs, and he obscenely grinned with lust as he slowly began to change the rhythm of his exciting probings. His eyes gleamed in the sunlight and he looked toward his worming finger as it slithered in and out of the young girl's virginal orifice, wanting to see what an untouched cunt really looked like. Hank, his eyes glazed with lust and marijuana, shuddered at the passion that rippled through his groin. He could feel the steady throbbing in his thick cock, pounding and demanding that it be released from the unfair imprisonment of his swimming trunks.
Not distracted by the whirring sound hidden in the bushes, Bob dropped his head again to her breasts, sucking at the hard, erect little nipples until she groaned with a renewed flash of passion, spreading her lips in an almost soundless reverie as the tortuous ripples of pleasure coarsed through the trembling passage between her limp, widespread thighs. Her fist grabbed at his jerking penis again and squeezed it with every ounce of her wanting strength, making him grunt in pain and unwillingly pull the clenched fist away from his aching rod.
"Are you ready yet?" he asked, looking up to his left at the bush where the steady whirring continued.
Now she waited ... a second ... two ... two seconds ... this was the decision that would change her from a naive little girl to a knowing woman ... the most dangerous and most-wanted decision she had ever made.
Ida purred a tiny sigh through her parted lips as she heard the girl answer: "Yes, now. Fuck me now, please ... but gently."
Bob raised himself and eased his trembling thighs between the prostrate young virgin's widespread legs. Ida stared at the jutting penis that pointed out from his hair-covered groin, feeling a lewdly sensuous tide of desire rippling through the moistness that flooded the lewdly excited channel of her own virginal cunt. She wanted to jump up now and trade places with Dolly, but she suddenly heard Hank's heavy panting next to her and knew that today, finally, she would have the courage to make love with him.
Slowly, like an ominous cloud, Bob lowered himself over Dolly's quivering nakedness, hearing her whimper with anticipation, then feeling her thighs spread a little wider, accepting his threatening body between them.
Hank and Ida stared, transfixed, as he held his throbbing phallus in one hand, guiding the long spear toward the hair-trimmed fountain of pleasure that waited at the apex of her slender yearning thighs.
Suddenly, a grunt of pain and pleasure pierced their ears and they saw the girl ierk as the head of the massive organ disappeared into the hidden valley between the pink lips beneath her soft pubic mound.
"Ooooh, God!" she wailed as the intruding instrument pierced the tender skin of her constricting maidenhead. The force of the entry and the power of marijuana threw her head back, but in spite of her gasping whimpers, she didn't try to push him away. This is what she wanted, what she'd waited for ever since she was a little girl, and in a moment she would be a virgin no longer.
Bob's hand released its grip on his massive cock and Hank could see that only the smooth, rubbery head had slipped into the hair-lined cunt between the girl's widespread legs. He smiled obscenely as he watched Dolly gritting her teeth, while Bob kneeled obscenely above her, preparing to thrust the remainder of his aching prick into her wide-stretched pussy. Her buttocks quivered and clenched involuntarily, waiting for the final brutal onslaught from the pulsating cock. Hank knew that in a few minutes he, too, would be fucking a virgin, the drugged, excited girl who quivered on the damp green grass beside him.
"Stop moving," Ida whispered suddenly. "You don't want them to see us, do you?"
He smiled at her sudden command and stopped rotating his buttocks. He didn't realize she was so turned on, and slid his hand over the tender backs of her supple thighs, inserting a finger under the restricting elastic of her bikini to find the fiery moistness of her trembling cuntal lips. She responded with a moan and moved her hand toward him while he turned his body, letting the fullness of the phallic bulge in his swim trunks stare out at her in an excited invitation. Neither of them paid any attention to the metallic whir ring that droned in the background as she slid the trunks over his trim, athletic hips, then slipped out of her own bikini bottoms. His thing is just like Bob's she thought, but bigger! A flash of pride and sexual excitement shot through the quivering flesh of her buttocks and she instinctively grasped his throbbing organ beneath his swim trunks with both hands. Then slowly, her fingers under the tightness of his trunks, she began to slide the excess skin back and forth over the excited glans, making him almost whimper with desire as she quickly speeded up her rhythm. He couldn't stand the wait, he foggily told himself, but put a hand on her wrist in spite of his yearning for climax, and forced her to stroke him more slowly, more tenderly. Then he turned his lust-filled eyes toward the other couple, indicating to her to do the same.
Ida shuddered with a wave of sexual delight as she watched the other two naked copulating bodies and at the same time felt the throbbing hardness of Hank's massive penis between her softly stroking fingers. Her head jerked in response to Dolly's whimpering and watched Dolly writhing her hips back and forth as Bob's aching prick slid further, one agonizing inch at a time, into her widely stretching cunt. Ida knew that the time for both of them was close: the time when the whole world would disappear into a wild crescendo of passion as spurting fluids climaxed their closely observed union.
Whirrrrrrrrrrr floated somewhere through the back of her mind, but she ignored it, feeling within herself Dolly's pain as Bob's penis stretched her maidenhead to its breaking point, then with one final powerful thrust, drove the full length of his huge cock deep into her smooth clasping cunt.
A shattering scream pierced Hank's ears as the final resistance burst and Dolly's virginity was no more. He saw Bob's cheeks tighten with a blood-filled contraction while Dolly begged for mercy, wanting release from the awful pain ... pain....
"Oooooooh my God," she whimpered. "Please stop!"
But it was too late!
Bob had taken her virginity forever and there was nothing that could bring it back now, nothing that could return the innocence that she had lost in one passion-filled hour of seduction and drugs. Bob's massive penis stroked in the passage, pulling her quivering pink lips after it, then withdrew, opening the newly christened orifice a little wider each time. Pain ... pain ... Dolly thought vaguely to herself, but suddenly realized that she was lying. There was no more pain! It had stopped as soon as her precious virginity had gone! Instead, there was the familiar rippling of sex-flushed muscles that his fingers had given her, only the exciting sensations were more intense now, more maddening.
She groaned with a wanting desire and Hank and Ida watched her mouth close wetly over Bob's panting lips when he bent his blond head over hers. She sucked voraciously at his tongue as she felt the lewd stroking in her hair-trimmed vagina quicken its rhythm, joining the rapturous pounding of her desire-maddened heartbeat. A second later she moaned softly as the driving shaft sank deeper and harder into her clasping pussy, forcing her raised knees to drop limply as her useless legs jerked involuntarily out to the side. It was happening! It was really happening! She was being screwed ... fucked! That's what the boys always say ... fucked ... and she loved it, oh God yes, she loved it!
Hank's fingers were driving in and out of Ida's virginal passage in an obscene, passionate rhythm with Bob's thrusting cock, but they had to wait. He had to slow down, he had to wait until he, too, could rob a young teen-age girl of her virginity! It wasn't love he felt now. It was sex. No, lust ... wild, crazy lust!
He and Ida watched Dolly's thighs clenching and unclenching in a lewd, frantic effort to reach her long-awaited climax. Her jerking buttocks jumped upward to meet Bob's powerful thrusting cock as it drove its massive rubbery head deep into her hair-covered cunt, and Hank watched the wet, pink lips spreading each time Bob's ramming cock withdrew, slick and glistening in the afternoon sunlight. Ida, too, stared, transfixed with an awakened lust for sex as the girl's flailing legs whipped spastically out wide, exposing even more of the wet fiery lips that clasped eagerly for more of the thrusting spear.
Hank's finger skewered wildly into Ida's flooding cunt and he felt the rising tide of orgasm coming to him as her hand jerked rapidly along the aching length of his throbbing prick. He was there in the bushes, not Bob, fucking Dolly, screwing her virginal pussy like a mad man, driving, thrusting, ramming into the smooth, fiery channel until he thought he could stand it no longer.
Bob was gasping now through the monotonous metallic whirring, burying himself in Dolly's wet sucking flesh. He wanted to be brutal now and he pushed her widespread thighs up toward her breasts, holding their ivory columns while he pushed roughly with his lips. Dolly mewled in a lusty, throaty groan, helpless, lost in herself, hardly aware that it was Bob, a boy she just met today, doing this to her, aware only that her naked body, that the aching channel in her belly, was filled with a strange new object which seemed to split it and rasp its smooth walls with an unbelievably exciting rhythm that was growing into a wildly crashing sea in the drug-hazed corners of her mind.
Hank, gasping, knowing that there "was little time left, suddenly grabbed Ida's wrist and jerked her hand away from his throbbing cock. He wasn't going to cum, yet, not while Ida lay there writhing beside him, his finger ravaging the virginal walls of her hot wet cunt. No, goddamn it, no matter how much it hurt him to stop, he wasn't going to lose his chance to fuck her today!
But Ida, nearly wild with the obscene thrill of watching another couple making love, and the skewering finger that jerked inside her helpless vagina, couldn't keep her eyes off the wet, raw area into which Bob's penis was thrusting. She could see the sudden spastic quivering as their pelvises met, holding ... trembling, then each of them, their hair-covered groins together ... burst in one last wild, whipping fury of orgasm! The air was filled with their combined groans of passion and lust as they whimpered in pain and pleasure, fluids spewing into her cunt and overflowing from the open pink lips while they bucked once more.
Ida couldn't stand it any longer.
"Hank," she whispered through her tightly clenched teeth. "Oh, God, Hank, I'm cumming too! I'm cumming!"
Then, with the hellish heat of a blast furnace, her vagina seemed to split, and the fluids of orgasm surged through her body ... fiery ... volcanic ... her lips almost silently mewled obscenities for the first time ... and then slowly the passion ebbed and she lowered her hips, hearing Hank's finger slip out of her vagina with a slight sucking sound.
Love! Hank sneered to himself as he watched his girlfriend gasping for breath on the grass beside him in the last throes of orgasm. She was just like anyone else, he thought bitterly. She wanted to be fucked like any other bitch ... and like any guy.
He waited for her to finish and looked toward the other couple, dressing quickly. But something seemed strange to the drugged maze of his mind ... the whirring had stopped.
What whirring? he thought, tilting his head. I know I heard something whirring!
"Take it easy, goddamnit," Rod whispered at the boy next to him, who was fumbling with a small black film cartridge. "If you don't be quiet, you'll fuck up everything."
Rod, too, had a film cartridge, and his sweating fingers were trying to load it as quietly as possible into the small home-movie camera that he cradled in his lap. He and a fraternity brother, Phil, had just finished filming the torrid sex scene that Hank and Ida had watched so fervently. Now they were re-loading their cameras so that they might film Hank and his virgin girlfriend as soon as they started making love.
Any minute now, Rod thought to himself, trying to spur his unresponding fingers as he clicked the cartridge into place. The whole party had worked out much better than he had planned. So far he had talked three of his fraternity brothers into screwing a girl while he filmed them, but now this was really going to be something. Already he'd filmed the lewd sex scene with Bob and Dolly, a little virgin he'd picked up on the highway. He had filmed the entire spectacle from behind Hank and Ida, just to their left, including their mutual masturbation with Bob and Dolly's lewd fucking scene.
Now he and Phil would film the couple that had just watched one wild exhibition, already turned on. Amazing, he thought, how Hank could have known that we were going to do this. Only a small number of fraternity members knew about the filming in advance-one of them must have told him, Rod thought, remembering Hank's promise to give them all a great show with his girlfriend. Goddamn it, he's really on the ball, that kid. He'll go far, that's for sure, planning something like this right under our noses and giving the whole fraternity a vicarious fuck with Ida. We wont forget this for a long time, nobody will!
"Ready," Phil whispered over his shoulder. "What are they doing now?"
Rod craned his neck to watch Hank and Ida half-hidden by the small clump of bushes. The other couple had already gone, leaving them completely alone, or so they thought, and Rod could see Ida, sitting cross-legged, her full,-sex-flushed breasts hanging firmly from her naked upper torso. Hank handed her another marijuana cigarette and she eagerly took a long drag, expanding the ripe, fullness of her jiggling breasts as she sucked the smoke into her lungs.
"Oooooooooohhh!" she cooed when she blew the smoke out of her parted lips in a long, sensuous cloud. "That was really wild....Bob and Dolly, I mean'," she giggled, completely immersed in a cloud of sensation from the dangerous drug.
"Not as good as we'll be." Hank winked at her as he took another long puff from the loosely packed brown stick. "Much more of this pot and we'll be flyin so high that we might end up fucking in a tree."
"Oh, Hank," she gasped at his obscenity, but she said no more. That word hadn't really bothered her at all, she thought, slowly rolling her head back and forth in a sensuous rhythm with her pounding heart. Bob had said it to Dolly, and now Hank has said it to me ... just a word is what he always calls it ... a word ... fuck? Fuck, she thought again, giggling out loud as the marijuana roamed the warm, damp channels of her
. J body with its sensuous fingers-fuck, just a word ... fuck.
"Fuck," she said aloud with an almost childlike delight, suddenly throwing her hand over her open mouth as the single syllable slipped through her lips.
"What did you say?" Hank hissed, trying to hold the smoke he had just inhaled deep in his lungs.
"Fuck," she giggled, gleefully watching his dark eyes widen in surprise at her voice. "Fuck, is all I said. Shall we Hank, shall we fuck now?"
Goddamn! he thought to himself as an uncontrollable knot of desire tied itself at the base of his penis. The way she said it, "Fuck," opened a flood-gate of passion that quickly filled his penis to its full hardness, and he felt the straining prick press against the confinement of his swimming trunks. Goddamnit, he wanted to screw her so badly, he didn't know if he could last long enough to shove his throbbing cock into her virginal cunt. Somehow he'd have to make himself hold back, but how could he wait any longer?
"Y-Yeah," he stammered and snuffed out the marijuana stick into the ground. She was really stoned; she had to be to ever say fuck. I wonder if she'll really let me fuck her this time, he doubted for a moment. I wonder if shell really do it!
Flicking the smoldering butt out of the thicket, he leaned forward and suddenly covered her soft parted lips with his ravenous mouth, letting all his weight fall over her half-naked body, crushing her trembling breasts between them. The hidden switch in her loins flicked on automatically at his heavy touch and she felt the dizzying electricity of passion building its currents through the wanting channels of her body and mind. Watching Bob and Dolly do it ... fuck ... had finally made her realize that she wanted to be a virgin no longer, that she wanted Hank to put his thing, his prick ... into her tight, virginal hole and end her wonderings about sex.
She pictured his massive organ throbbing in her drug-clouded mind and then felt his hands cupping her firm, quivering buttocks. His heavy panting, almost savage in its urgency, whistled through her ears as she felt him pull her trembling hips toward him, pressing their bikini-covered front against the rigid bulge that throbbed beneath his swim trunks. Wanting all of him crushing tightly against her, she grabbed his long, wavy hair and pulled his head as tightly as she could against her mouth, pushing her eager, wet tongue between his lips and murmuring tiny moans of growing desire into his throat.
Just outside the thicket, Rod and Phil watched intently, absorbed in Ida's growing passion. Rod's camera whirred in his ear as he listened to her muffled murmurs of desire and could barely keep the camera from shaking as he felt the throbbing of his cock calling for release. Goddamn! she's a hot little fuck, he swore to himself, then heard a click beside his ear, signifying that his film had run out.
Quickly, he pointed to Phil, who pushed the start button on his own camera, recording 'the writhing bodies on the grass while Rod reloaded. He looked up suddenly from his camera when he heard Hank's voice whisper in short gasps: "Take your bikini pants off."
She felt his weight cautiously lift away from her and take the pulsing touch of his prick away, too. No! She didn't want that beautiful throbbing to stop! Don't take it away, she thought, wanting to feel the massive hardness jerking against her moistening pubic mound. She wanted all of him, always ... then suddenly she shuddered as his hands slid over the trembling flesh of her upraised breasts, down to the elastic band of her bikini bottom. Eagerly, she lifted her hips, and he slid the tiny pants down her thighs, looking at the damp spot of pleasure in her crotch that had secreted from between the quivering lips of her vagina.
Naked at last! Cod, it feels so good, she thought as the cooling spray from the ocean prickled her exposed naked flesh. Almost delirious with the joy of being completely nude in the out-of-doors, she jumped up to her knees and threw her arms around Hank's muscled stomach as he, too, kneeled, his concentration momentarily on the wet spot on her bikini that he had held in his hand above his head.-Crushing her lips against his wet torso, she slipped her hand downward along his sweating body, searching for the wonderful bulge of his engorged penis. Then, she found it, its hardness, its marvelous throbbing and she slowly lowered her head to get her lips closer to his pulsating prick. She wanted to touch it, to kiss it, to love the long, thick shaft with her whole being.
Gently, her long, delicate fingers squeezed the massive rigidness through the tightness of his trunks, then, in an uncontrollable, lust-incited impulse, she pursed her lips and tenderly kissed the hidden penis, softly moaning at the forbidden touch.
Far above her head he moaned through his tightly clenched teeth and then flexed his muscular buttocks in an obscene response to her titillating lips. He felt her arms move quickly to his sides and the tops of his trunks, and moaned again, almost delirious with sex and marijuana as she slipped the tight trunks downward, grunting and panting through her parted lips and she stripped his one article of clothing away, leaving him kneeling and naked in the afternoon sunlight.
"Oooooohhhh," she gasped as her eyes beheld the long, swaying prick that jutted out from his hair-covered groin. It was so big! Bigger and thicker than she could remember ... it was never this big at night when she stroked it in the back seat of his car. Her hands raised cautiously to the pulsating tip of the jutting organ and grasped the smooth, rubbery head firmly.
It felt so nice, so hard and thick out here in the sunlight!
She stared, wide-eyed with sexual desire, feeling the blood coarsing through the bluish veins while he moaned softly above her, afraid to let her continue her lewd exploration, afraid to let her stop.
Slowly, expertly her hands began to gently stroke the long, hard rod, pulling at the excess skin that crowded around the base of the rubbery red head, its bright, blood-filled color contrasting with the soft whiteness of her fingertips. Gently she moved her long fingers along the bottom of the quivering penis, holding it lightly in her hand, then squeezing its thickness, first lightly ... then harder, wanting to know how much pressure the pulsing organ would take. It was so hot and hard, yet it bent slightly under her hand's pressure....God it was so beautiful! Why had she waited so long? Why had she stayed a virgin for so long?
Aching with passion, he dropped his hand to hers and guided her hand along the length of the rigid organ, showing her what he wanted ... what he wanted now. Eager to please him ... the boy who loved her ... she began a gentle, sensuous massage of his slightly jerking penis, not stopping when his hand dropped limply away from hers, and he pushed his hips forward with a gasp.
Sexually tormented and drugged by the narcotic, he began a slow rocking back and forth on his knees, and she started to rock with him, feeling the floating ecstasy of marijuana guiding her sensuous motions while her hand continued its lascivious squeezing and stroking along his throbbing flesh.
Then she heard him suddenly pant and gasp much louder, falling over sideways in a blue, drug-hazed dive to the moist green grass. No! She couldn't let it get away from her, never! her mind whirled and she fell to the prickly grass with him, never releasing her grip on the jerking penis.
"Ooohhhh," she moaned huskily, knowing that she had not lost her beloved god. She looked at the massive rigid organ only an inch from her eyes, her face was nestled in the muscled softness of his upper thighs, and Ida could smell the sweet, pungent odor of sex whispering through her nostrils. My God, it's so big! she told herself silently in wonderment as she stared at the huge cudgel, her eyes closer to its dangerous tip than ever before.
"Son of a bitch!" Rod whispered in the bushes while he watched, his camera poised to start again as soon as Phil ran out of film. "She's gonna suck him off! Wow, Hank said that cunt was a better fuck than any other hot little pussy around here, and he wasn't fuckin' lyin'!"
The camera's steady whrrrr droned in Phil's ear as he watched the girl's open red lips, poised just inches from the pulsing head of Hank's aching prick, and he could feel their moist warmth close around his own cock and start sucking as he saw Hank's hands come into view through the camera's sights. He saw him pull gently as the strong, excited fingers slipped through her long blonde hair and tugged her head lightly, pointing her ovaled, waiting lips toward the throbbing end of his hardened prick. She started to jerk her head away, but the invitation of his tugging fingers in her hair and the pulsing rubbery head before her eyes commanded her to obey. A light salty taste touched her lips as he pushed his hips up, caressing the fullness of her mouth with the burning head of his organ. Then, slowly, automatically, she opened her mouth a little further and slipped her glistening lipstick-rimmed lips wetly down over the throbbing reddish tip.
For a moment she wanted to stop, afraid that if she took all of it she would choke, but the firm pressure of his hands on the back of her head kept her immobile, forcing her to adjust to the obscene sensation. She'd kissed it once before, she thought, through his pants. Why not kiss it now, love it tenderly like she really wanted to?
Lying there beside him, her lips enveloping the huge head of his throbbing phallus, she began to slowly rock her head back and forth, feeling the rubbery tip rub across the stiffness of the roof of her saliva-filled mouth. The marijuana wanted her to scream with joy at the delicious, obscene waves of pleasure that coarsed through her flooding vagina ... hot and aching just like his ... his prick! And the obscene word shot through her mind for the first time in her life, but she didn't care; she wanted only to lick and suck his fiery prick into her mouth, cooling its urgent wanting passion.
His moans were getting louder each time she bobbed her head sensuously up and down, making him press her blonde head tighter against his hair-covered groin. Another inch of the pulsing penis slipped into her mouth and she ran her long wet tongue around it, lubricating the rock-hard flesh that would surely flood her throat in a few moments. Voluntarily, exhilarated by her own lewd thoughts and the throbbing in her mouth, she shoved her head forward, sucking more of his rigid cock into her mouth, pleased that she was making him gasp and cough with pent-up passion. She was happy now, so happy! She loved him and was sucking his wonderful prick to make him cum, to make him feel the greatest pleasure she could give him!
There was no shame in her lust-maddened mind as she sucked voraciously at his jerking penis. There was only her limitless desire to please him, knowing that the sexual fires writhing in her own loins would also soon be bursting with a rapturous fulfillment.
She heard his moanings suddenly become short heavy gasps, fighting to hold back his pent-up climax. He fought fiercely, clenching his twitching thighs together and rapidly flexing the excited muscles of his buttocks, his body now rigid, anticipating the final moment.
"Now, now!" she heard him gasp, suddenly breaking into a frenzied barking cough as he involuntarily jerked his whole naked body, shoving the rest of his throbbing penis deep into the throat, sliding through her hot, wet saliva and gently scratching the tender flesh along her sharp white teeth. Trying not to choke, she suddenly felt the hot, sticky wetness flooding her mouth and filling her throat with its erupting heat in a spewing burst of orgasm ... fiery, encircling her tongue ... filling her with his life-giving sperm!
She swallowed again and again to stop the precious fluids from escaping her mouth and felt him suddenly relax. The massive penis was quickly deflating in her mouth, and she licked at it, begging for it to stay hard ... to take her virginity! She twirled her tongue around the deflating head and quickly licked it clean, then let it slip out of her mouth and fall limply against his thigh.
Her mind reeled with the heat of his passion and the vivid taste of his sperm still on the back of her tongue. She moved her head back and rolled slightly away from him, watching his chest rise and fall as he caught his breath and began to relax.
"Motherfuck!" Rod wheezed from behind the bushes and rubbed the aching erection in his own pants. "That was the goddamnest thing I've ever seen."
He turned to see Phil kneeling on the ground beside him, his hand just releasing his penis. A white cobweb of sperm hung to the ground from its tip and Rod chuckled, secretly wishing he had masturbated, too. Goddamn it, she was really something!
"Come on," he told Phil. "Reload your camera and get ready for another big scene. I know goddamn well she's not finished yet, not until he takes that cock of his and fucks her half to death."
Ida had watched Hank for more than ten minutes, waiting for him to say something to her ... something reassuring, telling her of his undying love, the love she felt for him.
Finally he handed her another marijuana stick and they quickly smoked it, building a thicker wall around them, keeping out the reality of the sunlit Sunday afternoon.
Enraptured by the smoking, and waiting for his final sexual onslaught, the end to her virginity, Ida felt his hand slip over her breasts at the same instant that the whirring started again, but she shuddered involuntarily at his touch, ignoring the foreign sound from the bushes behind her. His fin gers slid over the rising tips of her trembling breasts, and she suddenly felt his lips moistly caressing her glistening belly, the wetness of his hard, wet tongue running tiny circles around her navel.
She cooed at the lascivious tongue, and with a sensuous rolling motion it ran quickly over the gentle swell of her belly and pressed lightly against the softness of her trembling thighs. She felt his hands, young and strong, taking her hips and easily turning her over while his tantalizing tongue never lifted from her suntanned flesh. Its hard, wet tip slipped along her spine, then back down to the white crevice between her moon-like buttocks, and the two soft perspiring mounds shivered involuntarily as his tongue moistened their flesh, sending rapturous shocks of sexual electricity through her naked quivering body. The tongue rolled to the crest of her hips and she felt him lift her again, turning her slender body over to rest her virginal buttocks on the prickly wet grass.
A shuddering moan escaped her wide-open mouth as she felt his biting lips slip over the tops of her thighs and disappear between her legs. His light beard scratched a sensuous path along the trembling inner thighs and she rolled her head slowly from side to side, completely entranced by the sensuous licking near her crotch.
"Ooooooohhh!" she wailed as the tongue suddenly slid to the soft blond field of pubic hair and twisted its way through the satiny triangle until it found the swollen pink lips that protected her wet clasping vagina. Oh God! her mind reeled as the hard wetness slithered in between the two trembling lips and lapped at the warm moistness, darting over the untouched entrance to her virginal channel. "Oh, oh, oh," she gasped again and involuntarily jerked her legs up, bending her knees and widening the glistening pink slit that ached for the fulfillment of a blinding sexual climax. And then, instinctively, her hands reached down and grabbed his long hair, pulling his contorted face tightly against the quivering pink cleft, wanting him to eat her alive ... to devour her-her pussy! Words she'd never used before streaked through her drugged, lust-maddened mind as the tormenting tongue slithered through the moistness of her vaginal slit, making her wriggle her buttocks in an obscene savage frenzy until the wild undulations began to take form and rotate against his hungry face in a steady, lusty rhythm.
Hank nearly choked from lack of air as his face lay buried in her undulating crotch, licking and pulling at the frenzied bud of her ripe, erect clitoris. He knew he was stoned on all the pot they'd smoked, but she ... she was blown out of her fucking mind! Growling as he sucked at her vaginal opening he thought of how he was going to fuck her 'til she passed out, the hot little cunt! How the hell could she be so fucking wild and still be a virgin! Goddamn, Tve gotta fuck her now! Now!
He ground his mouth once more against the pink wetness, then jerked his head away, watching her trembling buttocks rotate in the air, her hair-lined pussy open and seeming to suck for air as she writhed in unfulfilled torment. Holding his eyes on the glistening orifice he reached out and grabbed her legs, straightening them out to either side of his kneeling body. He looked down to see his jerking prick swaying back and forth between her wide-spread thighs like a giant cannon taking aim at her maidenhead. He'd, fuck her now, goddamn it! No more of that agonizing waiting, he would take that virgin cunt and tear it apart with his cock! he thought. Then she'll be mine! All mine!
He grunted as his body fell forward and crushed his weight down, half on her writhing body and half on the grass. Her hips slowly rocked from side to side beneath him and he could see her eyes clenched tightly shut while her mouth formed silent obscenities to the sky. That pot had really turned her on, he grinned, and suddenly found his own head jerked back by a nodding blast of marijuana-inspired spasm. He knew he was almost as stoned as she was, but that didn't stop him from lowering his head to steal one more delicious taste from her panting lips.
He brushed his lips over hers, sucking her limp tongue into his mouth just like he had sucked her clitoris between her jerking thighs. His hand grasped the pointed fullness of her breasts, forcing a painful squeal from her throat, but he continued to knead and pull at the tender quivering flesh in a final preparation for his lust-maddened assault on her maidenhead.
Pulling himself slowly on top of her while he still sucked voraciously at her soft pink tongue, he clumsily slid his long rigid penis along the inside of her thighs toward the quivering flesh beneath her sparse young pubic mound. She moaned in ecstatic anticipation and he dropped one hand to the long rigid shaft, guiding it more steadily toward the waiting lips of her untouched cunt.
"Oooooooh!" she groaned as the rubbery tip brushed past the silken hairs and probed the clasping entranceway of her virginal channel. She could feel it giving way, one tormented cell at a time, slowly, painfully, until her maidenhood stretched to the breaking point. The whole fiery head had burrowed into the aching passage and she groaned again, knowing that she was living the final seconds of her virginity, starting on the threshold of a new fife, free of restriction, open to unknown pleasures that awaited her as a liberated, sexually free young girl.
Then it happened!
With a crushing groan and a single thrust he sank his thick pulsing cock into the smooth wet, hair-trimmed opening!
"Aaarrggghhh!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as the pain exploded in her vagina, splitting her maidenhead in the first ceremony of her womanhood. He withdrew the pulsing rod and shoved it forward again into her hair-covered pussy, this time all the way to the hilt. He could hear her whimpering for him to stop, but it was too late now. He'd broken her cherry and now he'd found his real meaning for love-sex-fucking like he should have been doing for months, wild abandoned sex, heightened by the sensational exaltation of drugs! This was life ... animal fucking in lusting heat.
Her whimperings were becoming breathless pants as she felt his prick stroking her ravaged cuntal walls, building the fire that she had felt so many times before ... the fire that now was a roaring blaze of passion, flaming to a thunderous crescendo that she anticipated with mixed fear and joy. It still hurt, but the tiny amount of pain could hardly match the growing waves of pleasure that erupted from every cell of her writhing naked body.
She reached up and threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if she were afraid to fall into the vortex of orgasm that awaited her. Her mouth was slack with passionate lust as she whimpered tiny gasps of desire and lifted her long, slender legs, wrapping them around his back and locking her ankles together. Her hips jerked upwards as he rammed his penis again and again into the wide-stretched entrance, his balls slapping wildly against her upraised buttocks as his frenzied pitch increased with each agonizing thrust. Her clasping pussy was sucking the life out of his cock, he thought, in an insane flash of lust-induced hallucination. It was too much, too much! He wanted to scream, but instead, he backed still harder against her ramming pelvis.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck!" he yelled as her cuntal lips slipped over the long length of his driving penis and he felt the rubbery tip reach the furthest depths of her smooth, wet vagina, kissing her hidden cervix with its tiny leaking slit. Her thighs were squeezing at his sides at the same time, crushing the breath from his lungs with a vise-like grip. Christ! She was the fabulous ... insane with desire ... the greatest fuck he'd ever have, and she belonged to him! She loved him, wanted him more than anything, wanted to give him everything, every pleasure, every sexual joy that they could ever invent together! He owned her and would demand it from her from now on ... every time he could get his cock into her fiery cunt, he'd fuck her like this ... wild and untamed! Oh yes, goddamn it! OH FUCK YES!
Instinctively he slid his hands over her buttocks, feeling the jiggling white flesh as she bucked under him and mewled with delight at his new, lascivious touch on her quivering bottom. The delicious orbs were firm, yet gave to his kneading fingers, spreading and jiggling as he shook them in his hands. They clenched and unclenched as he gripped them, still bucking in an obscene rhythm of uncontrolled passion while he slid his throbbing organ in and out of her ravished passage.
His mind a shattered puzzle of lust and desire, he slid his fingers around the flexing white orbs to the wide-spread crevice between them and tapped at the tiny hairless anus. She jerked her buttocks more wildly as his obscene finger probed the tight elastic orifice, then pressed the tip downward, pushing against the softness that would open up ... if he just pushed hard enough.
"Oh, God, oh, God," she moaned as the finger probed the entranceway, suddenly slipping inside the damp, moist passage up to the first knuckle, sending a shrieking shock of pleasure through her bowels. It was wrong, wrong ... but it was also too late! Nothing could stop Hank from shoving his intruding finger further into her untouched rectum, and nothing could wipe out the desire she felt as it wormed its way inward. She'd had too much marijuana and too much excitement to stop either of them from doing anything but taking joy in any perverted way they could devise.
Rod was still watching, one hand jerking wildly at his exposed penis as Phil photographed the naked writhing couple on the grass. His camera mechanically recorded Hank's jerking hips as he impaled the helpless, lust-crazed girl's wide-stretched vagina with his throbbing penis. His face contorted with desire, he fell forward and crushed his mouth over hers, rubbing his chest across her wildly dancing breasts, flattening their fullness and feeling the taut red nipples press against his naked torso, seeming to suck the lustful energy from his spastically beating heart.
Her long legs suddenly shot out to the side and fell limply on the wet grass, spreading her ravaged vagina as wide as she could, giving the battering cock more room to drive its thick hardness deeper and more brutally into her aching channel. Feeling his rapturous kisses while her legs flailed helplessly at her sides, she bit his lip with a ruthless passion, drawing blood from his gasping mouth, then biting his neck, nipping at the taut flesh with her teeth, sending pounding rivers of lust through his body.
Her sharp teeth increased his uncontrolled ramming into her defenseless vagina and he could feel his orgasm pressing hard at the depths of his balls, begging for the command to shoot their fiery white sperm through his driving penis.
She was meeting his every savage thrust, clamping her lasciviously grinding buttocks together over his finger as it continued to worm and skewer its way around in the tightness of her tiny rectum, making her howl with lustful delight, wailing like a wounded animal.
Oh fuck! There was hardly any time left, he vaguely told himself as her clenching buttocks rode upward, harder and harder against his battering pelvis. He was flying on a cloud of marijuana and lust that he had never imagined existed, but it was almost over....
He sensed her orgasm coming as he heard her delirious moanings shatter the air and felt her buck upwards, flexing her tight little buttocks around his worming finger in one final passion-filled jerk.
"Oh, Oh, Hank! I'm cumming, my darling! I'm cumming now!"
With her exalted cry she wriggled her whole body in one sharp furious movement, hanging on to nothing but his neck for a second, then jerking spastically, once, twice, again ... for nearly ten seconds as the first climax of her womanhood shook the very depths of her being.
Even after she had finished, she held tightly to his neck while he thrust viciously into her wide-stretched vagina with the last spasms of energy in his lust-crazed body. He listened to her whimpering, "I love you, I love you," but could only gasp with pleasure as the head of his penis began to grow, expanding, hurting, racked with his impending climax. He dug his nails into her supple flesh, felt her hands around his neck, digging, urging, asking for his sperm. His massive penis had expanded to its final limit and she was groaning beneath him as its immense proportions pummeled her helpless vagina in the final thrusts of desire before his balls exploded in a thunderous crescendo of orgasm. He felt his sperm shooting through the underside of the jerking cock, spewing his life-blood into her wet, open channel until finally, exhausted by the torrents of lust that had drained his body, he fell limply on top of her.
"Oh, my darling," she whispered into his ear as he laid almost lifeless on top of her. "I love you, Hank. That was so beautiful, so wonderful."
But he hadn't heard her through his completely satisfied unconsciousness, and she realized that they wouldn't have to speak. For Ida, there were no words needed for true lovers, and she fell gently asleep, her satisfied body spread obscenely under him.
A slight, shuddering tremor shook Ida's nude buttocks, waking Hank with a start. His hand had been resting on her exposed bottom for more than an hour as they laid unconscious in the thicket of yellowing bushes, totally exhausted from their sexual bout. Hank's head throbbed with a dull ache, the aftermath of almost ten marijuana cigarettes and his mind refused to clear itself of the drug's cobwebs.
Shaking his head, he looked upward into the glaring blaze of the September afternoon sun, and thought for a moment that he would go blind from the intense nuclear light. Its relentless heat beat down on the naked skin of their bodies, and he could see the growing pinkness on Ida's rounded buttocks. He knew that they would suffer from terrible sunburns for the next week, but as he thought about the hour that they had made love, he knew it was worth it.
True, their sex had been heightened by the drugs, but if that's what it took to finally breach her maidenhood, then the means certainly justified the end. She had been the most exciting piece of ass he had ever had, bar none. Her passion and willingness had excited him to near-insanity, and he thought that if her love-making could do that to him, there had to be something more between them than just sex. Maybe that teas the ultimate goal of sex, he wondered. Maybe love grew out of sex, rather than being simply another word for intercourse. Perhaps he'd been wrong about love when he said it was just a word, an excuse to screw. Perhaps it was the satisfied feeling of fulfillment that he felt now, looking at the naked girl lying beside him, her back, buttocks and thighs growing red from the sun's beating ultra-violet rays.
He heard her moan and wriggle her body slightly, adjusting her breasts against the prickly grass. She really was beautiful, and she did love him. She'd proved that when she had performed her uninhibited act of fellatio. Because of that alone, he knew that they'd be closer now than ever before, and maybe he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with her. If she could love him like that, she'd surely make any sacrifices he'd require from her so that he could still achieve the success he needed so desperately. After all, he thought, they always say that behind every great man, there's a great woman, and goddamn it, she's really great!
"'Bout time you woke up." A male voice suddenly interupted his thoughts. "I thought you two were going to stay out cold for the rest of the party."
Hank jerked his head around to face the voice, his eyes wide with surprise and fear. He didn't want anyone to see them here like this, naked in the bushes, and most of all he didn't want Rod to see Ida, not after all his lewd comments about her. But there he was, Rod Thompson, fraternity president, voyeur, standing over both of them with that incessant obscene grin on his face.
"Oh," was all that slipped from Hank's dry throat.
"Is that all you've got to say to your old pal?" Rod asked him, his eyes glued to the unconscious girl's smooth white buttocks, then he mused: "But after a show like that I guess you don't really need to say anything."
Hank's face flushed with embarrassment as Rod talked, and he tried to hide Ida's naked body with his own. Well, hell, he thought. Rod had caught them after they'd screwed, and there was nothing he could do about that but try to be nonchalant and make Rod think that everything was just as it should be. He couldn't take the chance to let Rod know that he was embarrassed and slightly ashamed to be caught out in the open with his girl completely naked.
"How about some of your beer?" Hank asked hoarsely. "I'm dry as a godamn bone. You know what that pot'll do to your throat."
"Yeah, that's for sure, not to mention what it does to your girlfriend." Rod snickered and offered Hank the ice-cold can of malt-liquor that he held in his hand.
"You can say that again," Hank said between gulps of beer. "It really turns her on every time."
"I know."
He knows? Hank wondered and took another long swallow of the cold amber liquid. How the hell could he know unless ... No. He couldn't have seen us-that's impossible.
"The only thing I want to ask," Rod said, squatting down beside the two naked teenagers, "is how the hell did you know that we were going to be filming out here this weekend?"
"What do you mean?" Hank sputtered, beer spilling over his lips and onto his chest.
"Oh, now come on, man," Rod said, a little irritated that Hank was trying to be coy with him. "Last weekend you said you and Ida would give us a big show at the picnic, one that we wouldn't forget for a long time. Now, what bugs me is how did you know that Phil and I were going to film some of these broads screwing, and how did you know where we'd take the pictures? I mean, this thing was a pretty closely guarded secret and I've asked all the guys that knew about it beforehand. None of them told you, yet somehow you found out, and I'll be damned if I can figure it out."
Hank stared at him over the top of the aluminum can. They'd filmed them! He had taken Ida's virginity and Rod and Phil had watched the whole time, taking pictures! Oh Christ, he thought. Here was a girl he thought he was falling in love with, and his friends had photographed them screwing. It could ruin him forever if those films got into the right hands, and it could ruin her too. What kind of man would want a wife that people had seen being fucked on film?
"Hey, man, speak up," Rod said, puzzled at Hank's silence. "You don't have to worry about giving anybody away or anything like that. That was the wildest screw I've ever seen, not to mention the idea behind it. I've talked to the executive council already, and we've decided to give you full membership without even bothering with initiation. Anyone who can come up with an idea like that, I mean screwing his girlfriend while we film it, knowing that we were there all the time, and still put on a show like you did-why shit, you're gonna be the biggest man in the house before I leave, and that's less than a year away. I wouldn't be surprised if you were elected president for next fall. That'd make you the only freshman president in the history of our fraternity house.
"Now come on, Hank, tell me will you? I've been beatin' my brains out for the last hour trying to figure out how you knew in advance. We only thought of the idea last Sunday when we were surfing, and yet you told us less than an hour later that you were going to do it. Now goddamnit, how the hell did you know?"
"You just gave yourself the answer," Hank said, knowing that he should tell Rod to go fuck himself, but one thing kept him from doing it ... President of the Fraternity next year....Biggest man in the house. The words echoed through his ego, and he couldn't put them out of his mind. That's what he wanted, to be accepted, to be popular, and to become a wheel in the fraternity. He was a high school senior now, but if the members were as awed by his performance as Rod said, he would become the most influential member of the house by the time he actually entered college. It was like a dream come true, except for Ida, but he would just have to find a way around her....
"Like what?" Rod asked, puzzled by the smug look that was growing in the youthful muscles of Hank's sunburned face.
"Easy man. Like you said, you and the guys were talking about it at the beach last weekend, and when you said you'd like to see Ida in action, I thought of it right away. A moving picture's just like the real thing if you're really turned on, so I decided to surprise you and let you film the whole scene today."
"But how did you know we'd be filming today for sure?"
"That's not hard at all. You're a big man, Rod, and when you disappear from the crowd it means you're up to something, so I just followed you and Phil. When I thought I knew where you were headed, we got down here in the bushes and waited. I knew that Bob and Dolly would be coming somewhere close, and when I saw them, I knew the time and place were right. The rest is history."
The girl stirred by his side and Rod watched with growing interest, aroused by the sight of her naked body and the memory of her recent uninhibited exhibition.
"'Course, it took some talking to get Ida to agree," Hank said quickly, seeing Rod's bloodshot eyes staring at her nude form gently breathing on the grass. "She finally said o.k. but she doesn't want to talk about it, so I'd just as soon you didn't mention anything about the films to her. She's really hung up on me, and I don't feel like sharing her with anyone, but the films are the next best thing to it and should keep all the guys happy without causing any trouble."
"Well, hell, I can understand that," Rod growled unintentionally dry from the sun and the mounting desire that smoldered in his loins. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and said: "Maybe I oughta have another slug of that brew, then get going. I think she's waking up."
"Sure," Hank said and handed him the can. He watched Rod thirstily drink from the proffered can and marveled at how their positions had suddenly altered. Instead of being the almighty fraternity president, Rod had suddenly become a man who wanted something: Ida! But Hank wasn't about to let him get any nearer than he was to her naked body. He knew that Rod would always be envious, and probably give more attention and favors to the new fraternity member than he would have ever thought of doing for anyone else. The knowledge of suddenly having something that someone else wanted, the power of possession gave him a feeling of exhilaration and he wanted to shout, but knew that he had to be calm and as natural as possible.
"You're right," Hank said, turning his head toward Rod. "She is waking up. It would probably be better if you weren't here when she opened her eyes. It might be strange for her to see you, embarrassing, I guess."
"No sweat, Hank, baby," Rod said, standing and stretching his cramped legs. "She doesn't have to know that I was here. You can just tell her you found out earlier that you'll be made a full member at our meeting next Saturday night. That'll make her happy."
Hank nodded and watched him walk away, turning for a moment to smile and wink, then disappear behind the bushes on his way back to the party.
"Mmmmmm," Ida moaned with delight and rolled to face him, her breasts full and pointing toward the declining sun. "I feel wonnnderful!"
"So do I, sweetheart," he whispered. "But we ought to get out of the sun. You should see your fanny, it's burning up."
"Oh," she suddenly gasped. "I do feel it now. It's stinging!"
He looked at her as she craned her neck over her shoulder, carefully looking at her pinkening buttocks. She was so beautiful and uninhibited, but he might not ever get the chance to find all the hidden secrets of her mind and-body if he didn't think of some way to keep her from finding out about the films, he thought moodily. He'd think of something, he'd have to.
"Come on, let's go back to the party. Here," he said quickly, handing her the two bright pieces of her bikini.
But the look in her eyes told him they weren't going to leave, not just yet.
"Wait, Hank," she whispered and leaned forward, her breasts hanging loosely below her. "We've had plenty of rest and it's so nice out here. Let's stay a while longer and make love again."
He could think of no answer as he felt the blood begin to rise in his penis and leaned forward to clutch her breasts in his eager young hands and savour the delicious joys of her body once more in the slowly fading September sunlight