Tommy loved nature, and now he was enjoying one of nature's beautiful sights-Lake Weed as seen between the upraised cheeks of Connie Ryan's ass as she kneeled on all fours on the blanket. His balls began to quiver his prick was being caressed by the cool autumn air and the warmth of Connie's hand as she fondled his prick with her arm thrusting back between her splayed legs.
It was a fantastic view!
Never mind that the lake water was turning brackish because the town of Weedville used it as a combination sewer and reservoir. No matter that the mosquitoes-the hardy ones who had lived through the DDT-treated lake-were stinging his naked ass; and it was of no consequence to Tommy that the air smelled, like yesterday's washed-out hog slop.
Tommy was absolutely stunned by the beauty of Connie Ryan's upturned ass as she presented him an unobstructed view of her cunt and asshole; and when he bent lower, he could see her dangling tits and smiling face beyond the plane of her belly.
Her hand was fondling his erection, his hard prick ready to burst with cum in the palm of her hand. Tommy had lost count of the number of times her hand had been on his prick since last Saturday night
Sunday, after church, he had run by Connie's 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, he 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, he 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?" Tommy 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, Tommy!" Connie said impatiently. "Now, would you just climb over my ass and stick your cock into the highest hole? Shit!"
Tommy had never heard Connie so angry. In the last three days she had treated him so nicely, so gently, showing him all the perverted ropes about fucking and sucking. And now she was acting like some, some bitch in heat.
"All right. I'll do it," Tommy said.
"Then do it. Fuck my ass!"
Tommy got up from his kneeling position, and Connie's hand no longer could hold onto his moving away prick. Tommy grabbed his cock, steadied it. Jesus, the juice was oozing from his cock-head already. He bent his, knees, aimed the head of his dribbling cock at the target of her asshole.
Connie waited eagerly for Tommy to shove his cock into her ass. Hell, the flies were buzzing around her face, but at least the stench of hog shit was moving downwind from her. She couldn't complain she had gotten more cock action out of. this kid than half of Weedville's finest male citizens.
What the hell was taking him so long?
Her question was answered when she felt Tommy's prick lunging at her asshole, stabbing her butt-cheeks, the top edge of her wet cunt, fucking everywhere but in her asshole.
Shit.
Connie reached back and grabbed Tommy's cock.
"Goddamn, Tommy! Don't just start shoving and pushing. Put your cock-head up against my asshole, then shove! Do I have to do everything for you!"
Tommy was embarrassed. Connie had always done everything for him. She was the one who always guided his prick into her mouth or cunt, but this ass-fucking was something new to him. Exciting, yes but it sure wasn't some ordinary way for a young kid to get his rocks off.
Connie pulled his prick forward, until the knob nudged her shitter. She tried to relax as she said, "Now shove your goddamn cock up my ass!"
Tommy obeyed his hips lurching forward and his prick screeching into Connie's tight ass.
"Aaatiiieeee!!" Connie screamed her voice carrying beyond the lake.
Tommy stopped his forward fucking motion. Christ, he had never fucked anything so tight! His cock was almost bent at a right angle, half the shaft buried into the gristly grip of Connie's asshole. Jesus, if his cock hurt him so much, how the hell was Connie going to be able to endure the rest of his prick? Shit, how the hell was he going to get all that prick into her asshole?
Connie moaned. Tommy's lunge had shoved her to the far edge of the blanket where she could see a trail of ants as they marched across a corner of the quilt, carrying bits and pieces of a dead frog.
Shit, the kid had really shoved hard. Connie couldn't believe it when she felt how much cock was remaining outside of her asshole. Was it that long since she had had her ass reamed out by a cock? Christ, Connie couldn't even remember the last guy who had fucked her ass-oh, yeah it had been Coach Crowley last Wednesday.
"Tommy, reach down and run your fingers through my cunt."
"What did you say?"
"Goddamn, Tommy! Fuck my cunt!"
Tommy felt her cunt as his gaze remained on that portion of his prick that was still outside Connie's butt. Her cunt was wet, hot, getting hotter and getting wetter. Tommy had never felt her cunt when it was dry; it always seemed to be wet and ready for his cock.
"Now, grease up the rest of your cock, Tommy.
"W-With what?" Tommy asked.
"Goddamn, Tommy! With my cunt-juice!"
Tommy greased up the rest of his prick with her cunt juice. Now the shaft looked as if it had been carved from wax, his prick was so shiny and glisteny.
"That's it, Tommy. Now, before you shove it in, let me relax my asshole. When you feel it start to relax, start shoving!"
Tommy shoved hard, and another inch of cock disappeared into the tight ring of her asshole.
"Aaaiiieee!! N-Not yet, Tommy!"
Tommy shoved again. Shit, all the time he had been obeying her instructions, he had acted like an automaton, like some robot. Shit, he wasn't made out of nuts and bolts. His prick had started to get that tingly feeling, his balls had started to squish up against his crotch, his asshole had tensed shit, it was only human nature for a red-blooded man not to be kept on edge when his cock was gripped by something as tight and snug as a woman s asshole.
It was almost as if Tommy suddenly realized that there was no way in hell that any man would have stopped in mid-fuck, especially his first ass fuck. Although he had tried his best to stop his lunge forward, that swirling feeling deep in his balls had overcome his senses. He had to stuff her ass full of his cock, get it all in as fast and as hard and as furiously as be could. Jam it in, then pull it out, jam it in harder than the first time he lunged.
"Aaaiiiieee!! You mother fucker, Tommy!"
"You mother fucker, Tommy!"
Elvira stood up as stiff as a board. She had just picked up a ladybug to show her pupils when Connie Ryan's blood-curdling scream carried over the shit green waters of Lake Weed and resounded like a Chinese gong in Elvira's ears.
"What the hell was that?" Eddie Beasly asked from his nestling quarters of cattails and marsh as he stopped fondling Marcia Moresby's naked titties. Eddie parted the cattails. The rest of the class was standing oh the edge of the lake, peering across to see what or who had made such a horrible sound.
Elvira couldn't believe her ears.
"My ass is burning up, Tommy!"
Christ, she had to believe her ears now. Holy cow, someone was fucking someone else in the ass! The voice obviously was a woman's, Elvira surmised, so it must be some guy screwing in some woman's God, she had heard about such things, but she couldn't believe that human beings could or would… or should have intercourse like that!
The cattails sprang back into place, and Eddie went back to pawing Marcia's right tit with his left hand while his right hand was three knuckles deep in her pussy. Marcia never heard Connie Ryan's terrified scream; she had been too far gone in her own world of feelings.
Eddie wriggled his fingers in Marcia's tight box. Moisture and more moisture dribbled down his wrist and across the watch that he had stolen from Marcia's father's store.