She began moving faster, and I let my finger go into the mouth of her cunt, which was very wet, to get lubricated, and then moved it up again onto her clit, to get that soft, slipper-sliding motion mat girls love so well.
When she began to moan in tune with her pumping I knew she was too far gone to put up a fight, and I wanted to suck her.
Using my left hand, I swiveled her until she was lying with her back against the back of the seat, so we were on our sides and my leg was free. I rotated my body until my face was on her belly, and I was kneeling on the floor of the car. Again, with one quick motion and before she knew what I was going to do, I rolled her pants down around her knees and put my head between her legs, getting my tongue onto her clit right away.
"What are you doing?" she moaned, "Oh, no, please, don't, don't, "
And then my tongue began loving in the silky, warm wetness of her. When I had her humping against my mouth again I knew I was home free. I got her panties the rest of the way off and spread her legs wider.
By now she was wild, with her hands rubbing my head, pushing into her. I unzipped my pants with one hand and freed my cock, which sprang out gratefully. Moving myself a little, I took her left hand and put it around my shaft. I'm sure Faye had never felt a man's cock before, but she started stroking it the second I put her hand on it.
By this tune her whole cunt was a wet mess, and my tongue had put her far past the point of no return. I shifted around again, lying next to her on the seat, kissing her and rubbing my rod between her legs. I had to reach down and put her top leg over my ass so that they would spread enough to let me get it into her.
But now my troubles started. I massaged her breasts through her sweater. She was moaning and panting so hard, and I didn't know if it was from the head of my cock rubbing against her slippery clit or from the new sensation in her breasts. I pushed her sweater up to her armpits, only to discover that she had on a full slip, and I knew there was no way I was going to get it off without possibly ruining the whole thing. I reached over the top of her slip and put my hand inside her bra, rolling her swollen nipples between my fingers. But the position was uncomfortable for my hand, and it didn't seem to be doing as much for her as I had hoped it would. The last thing I wanted was for her to cool off on me. I forgot her tits and reached down, grabbing my cock to insert into her. I found her cunt and began to push it in, but was met with tough resistance. Faye was, for sure, a virgin. As I pushed, trying to be gentle, the rhythm of her pelvic thrusts changed, and her face became contorted in pain.
"Oh, no," she cried. "Please, "
Worse still, I could feel her starting to dry up. I was about to blow the whole thing unless I did something fast, so I shifted around quickly and got my tongue onto her clit again. In a minute she was wet and thrusting hard into my face, faster and faster. She started chanting "oh-oh-oh" in a regular rhythm. I slid my finger into her cunt, and could feel her membrane on the side. The toughness and resiliency of it surprised me. I licked faster and harder against her.
Suddenly she stopped pumping. "Something's wrong!" she cried. "Something's happening! I feel… "
I kept licking at her, rolling my tongue around her bud to get her going again.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" she screamed, and tried to pull back my head. But I kept at her until I pushed her over the edge. She started pumping into me at a furious pace. Her legs began their involuntary opening-and-closing motion around my face, and in another second she was going off as I pushed down hard on her belly to increase the intensity of her orgasm. Her head rolled from side to side and her arms flailed, knocking against the steering wheel and beeping the horn.
She collapsed in a relaxed heap back down onto the seat. I ran my ringers through her soft, black pubic hair and kissed her belly, which was moistened with tiny beads of perspiration. When I moved back up on the seat to kiss her, she had one arm thrown over her face, and she was sobbing softly.
I'd been at her for almost two hours, with a gut-busting hard-on. My cock and balls ached to be relieved, but I tried to ignore it. "Sit up," I told her, "so I can lie down. Then you can lie on me and rest."
Dumbly, Faye did as she was told, leaning on me heavily and shedding her tears all over the shoulder of my shirt.
"Do you hate me?" I asked.
"Yes," she sobbed, then for emphasis added, "you bastard."
"For what? What did I do to you besides give you pleasure?"
"Y-you know what you did to me." Her voice was broken as she tried to stop crying.
"I didn't do anything to you, except give you the very first orgasm you've ever had. You didn't even know what was happening, did you?" She didn't answer. I don't think she even knew what an orgasm was, until she had one. "It was the best, nicest, most wonderful feeling you've ever had," I continued, "and here you hate me for giving it to you. You're still a virgin. I didn't put it into you. I didn't even satisfy myself, it was all for you."
"You tried, you tried to put it in," she said.
"Yes, because I didn't know if you were a virgin. But as soon as I saw that you were, I stopped, didn't I?"
"Yes," she admitted grudgingly.
"Because I want the man who takes your virginity to be someone you love, someone you want to give it to willingly," I lied. I couldn't tell her that I was just afraid she'd quit on me if I kept trying to put it into her. "So all I did was give you the first sexual pleasure you've ever had, and I didn't harm you at all, did I?"
Faye started to cry again. "I just don't understand how it happened," she bawled. "All we were going to do, I just thought we'd be kissing a little. I don't know how it went so far. And what I let you do to me, Oh, God, what I let you do to me."
"And what you did to me," I reminded her, so she'd think about her little hand wrapped around my cock, jacking it for all she was worth.
Faye cried harder. "I'm so ashamed. I'm just so ashamed… "
We were quiet awhile. Finally I said, "It's all my fault. I live in a world of adults and you live in a world of kids. And it's a wonderful word, but I guess it doesn't belong to me anymore. I'm not used to nice girls like you, Faye, I don't know how to handle you."
I figured that if I made her feel like a child, it might help. It did, and, borrowing my handkerchief to dry her eyes, she stopped crying.
We sat up and she picked her panties off the floor of the car. "Turn around," she said, adjusting her skirt and sweater.
"Faye, my God… "
"Turn around," she repeated forcefully.
I got a rag from under the seat, and was going to wipe off the steamed-up windows when I remembered that swollen cock was still out of my pants. I put it in and zipped up, noticing that Faye was averting her eyes.
While I was driving her home I began to get cramps in my balls and lower abdomen. I was so congested it was killing me. We parked in front of her house at one-thirty and I could see an anxious Jewish mother in the window.
"Please don't be mad at me," I said.
Silence.
"I didn't take anything from you, I gave to you. There's a big difference." More silence.
"I don't play games, I play for real," I told her finally. "You'd better stick with the little Stevie Shapiros from school, because I don't care about necking and petting."
"Promise me you won't tell anybody about tonight?"
Christ! Was that all she could worry about, her lousy reputation? "I'm disappointed that you thought you even had to ask that," I said.
She said good night and got out of the car. I drove to the next block and parked. The pain was killing me. I jacked off hurriedly into my handkerchief and in a few minutes had blessed relief.
On the way home I had to smile. I hadn't even gotten a good-night kiss. But then, it was our first date.
Chapter 2