Connie was sweating feverishly, her tits jiggling madly as she brushed Tom's prick against the hot, wet flesh of her slippery gash.
"Oooohhh, Tommmmmmmm! Can't you feel how hot my cunt is?"
"Mother of God, yeessss! P-Please, Miss Ryan. My… my cock's really hurtin'. Please, do-do something!"
Connie did something all right. She squatted down as hard as she could.
Tom's cock slithered into her pussy like a greased pig. In a flash, her cunt-lips were mashed against his crotch hair, her asshole nuzzling his rolling balls.
"Aaaiiieee!!" Tom screamed, feeling the hot fleshy meat of her pussy slamming down on his prick, smothering his sensitive cock-head, clasping tightly to the shaft of his cock.
"Aaaiiieee!!"
"Does it feel good, Tom?"
"Aaaaiieee!"
"Does your cock still hurt, Tom?"
"Aaaaiiieeee!"
"Tom, can you hear me? Answer me, Tom!"
Tom couldn't answer. His prick was being inundated by the most incredible sensations he had ever felt. Her curd felt a hundred times better than his fist, fifty times better than her fist, ten times better than her sweet cock-sucking lips.
Jesus, he was getting his first fuck, his first piece of ass! It was the finest moment of his life. Nothing could ever be better than the feel of Miss Ryan's pussy bearing down on his prick, making that long slide down the shaft of his cock. He would never forget her… or her tits… or her ass… or her cunt.
Then, as if he were coming out of a fog, he heard Miss Ryan's voice calling him from afar.
"W-What did you say?"
"I just wanted to know if my cunt feels good to you, Tom."
"Oh, gosh, yes! I never felt so good in my life. Jesus, but you're sure hot in there."
"My cunt's hot, Tom, because I needed to fuck your prick. Do you like fucking, Tom?"
"Oh, gosh, yes! I never felt so good in my life."
"Now, I'll show you the best part of fucking, Tom."
Tom was going to ask her to repeat what she had said. Nothing felt better right now than having her cunt snugly gripping his cock. He couldn't believe that the best was yet to come. But he had to believe, because Miss Ryan was slowly raising her cunt off his cock, her pussy-lips seeming to grip his rod like a greased glove. And the sound of her cunt as she withdrew! God, it sounded so squishy!
Connie raised up until the lips of her cunt embraced the crown of Tom's cock. She exerted pressure, and her cunt-muscles clamped down on the ballooning head of his prick.
"Aaaiieee!"
Then a fast downstroke of her cunt, her pussy-lips sliding like a greased collar over the shaft of his cock.
"Aaaiiieee!"
"Didn't that feel great, Tom?"
"Aaaiiieee!!"
Connie glanced at his face. The kid was biting his lip. His forehead was furrowed with wrinkles, the sweat sliding off and pasting to his hair. He looked as if he were in pain. Christ, this mother-fucking kid was something else!
"Again," Tom mumbled before groaning at the ecstasy that surrounded his cock-flesh.
"You mean like this?" Connie asked, raising her curd off his prick for the second time. Then she came crashing down again, Tom's cock shooting up into her moist fleshed pussy.
"Aaaiiieee!!"
"And this!" Connie was getting her fuck-rhythm now. She began moving up and down on his prick, her ass bouncing against his balls.
"Aaaaiiieeei!!"
Her tits were bouncing up and down as Connie raised and lowered her cunt on his cock. With each stoke, perspiration ran in rivulets off her forehead, splashing on Tom's perspiring chest. Up and down again, her cunt gripping his cock in a blanket of warm flesh.
Now, Tom realized what Miss Ryan said about the best part of fucking. It was now. It was when she moved off his prick, and his balls seemed to tighten up against his crotch. It was when her cunt moved down on his cock, and his asshole puckered and jizz leaked from his prick. He was getting fucked.
Connie fucked faster and faster. Shit, her cunt was getting hotter and hotter. Tom's prick was getting bigger and bigger. Christ, she was going to come!
She was going to blast all the pent-up frustration out of her pussy and bathe his virgin prick! Now!
"Aaaiieee!! I'm cooommmiinngg, Tom!"
"Me, too! Aaaiieee!!"
The bursts of cum filled Connie's hungry pussy, filled it to overflowing. Jizz seemed to be squished out of her cock-filled cunt. Her tit seemed to be one raw nerve-ending as it scraped back and forth on Tom's cock-shaft. Then she collapsed, her huge tits spreading out on Tom's chest.
Tom embraced her body as she fell against him. He thrust his cock up, way up, into her cunt and froze. His cock oozed out one last dribble of cum, and Tom's ass fell back to the bed.
"I-Is that what fucking's all about, Miss Ryan?" Tom asked as he smelled the fragrance of her perfume.
"Yeah, that's what fucking's all about, Tom."
CHAPTER FOUR
Some people considered Miss Elvira Schellenberg a sexless creature. They never came out and said it, but they regarded her as a teacher first, a citizen second, a person third, then… well, then they thought of her as a female.
Elvira had always considered herself in just the reverse order. She was a woman, granted a woman who had never kissed a man, let alone been fucked by one. But she did have a cunt between her legs, and she did have two tits that were more like pimples on her chest. She did have a feminine looking face – or at least that was the part that most people complimented her on. Of course, they didn't have to look beyond her face for anything else that would be considered sexual charm in a woman.
But Elvira considered herself sexy; well, not sexy as much as having sexy feelings. She knew that whereas most of the women in Weedville had husbands they could fuck, or lovers they could suck, she had other ways of getting off.
Every day after school she would head down to Jason Moresby's combination grocery/hardware store and load up on cucumbers. Then she would take the cucumbers home and wail away on them. That is to say, she would fuck her virgin cunt with each cucumber she bought.
She couldn't remember the first cucumber, but who the hell remembers cucumbers? Other girls, like Connie Ryan, a fellow classmate of hers in high school, had plenty of memories of the first guy that had fucked them. What Elvira had was a dim remembrance of the first cucumber she had ever stuck up her cunt. She had been thirteen and the cucumber eleven inches. But that was as far as her memory took her – one cucumber looked just like another.
If Elvira had one fear, it was becoming a vegetable – a person who hadn't ever loved or been loved, a woman who had never experienced the glories of fucking or getting fucked, a girl who would probably die a virgin. But that fear had dissolved six months ago when she met Vance Manning, the new sheriff of Weedville.
Elvira never questioned his motives for getting place and been given a blow-job while she fingered his uptight asshole. That had sent his cum spewing all over the fresh bedspread.
Monday night, be had told his father that he would be late because Herbert Hoover Junior High School was fielding its first coeducational football team. He had run down to Connie Ryan's apartment and been given an around-the-world suck-job.
Jesus, be sure was finding out-all about fucking and sucking. And there seemed to be no end in sight, except for the one that Connie presented him now on the banks of Lake Weed as she moaned for him to fuck her asshole.
"B-But won't it hurt?" Tom asked, his cock aching with cum, pulsing in Connie's palm.
"Do you want to fuck my ass or don't you!"
"I-I do, Connie, but, shit, what if I tear something?"
"You won't tear a Goddamn thing, Tom!" Connie said impatiently. "Now, would you just climb over my ass and stick your cock into the highest hole? Shit!"