"Connie, your date's here," a voice called out from the foot of the stairs. It was her father. He always sounded as though he thought she had no business having dates at her age.
She tensed at the sound of the voice but stayed where she was, gazing into her blossoming cunt, her panties stretched between her knees. She called out that she'd be right down, trying to make her voice sound normal. Then, slowly, she dipped a finger into the depths of her pussy, wriggled it around, forced it deep. She shivered and sighed raptly.
God, what was happening to her? She'd never taken such an intense interest in her body before. Was she turning into a sex-fiend, or what? Up until a few days ago, she'd never had anything much to do with sex at all. Since then, she'd done all kinds of dirty things with three different males. And now there was this new date to consider.
She'd thought a lot about her experiences of the past few days, and she'd come to the conclusion that grown men didn't seem to know any more about romance than boys her own age. As a result, she'd decided to accept a date with Gary Hehns, a boy only one grade ahead of her, even though he rode a motorcycle and had a reputation as a troublemaker. Surely she couldn't get herself in any more trouble with Gary than she had with her two teachers?
She slipped out of her panties, then into a bikini. Gary had said something about riding up to the lake to catch some sun. Then she pulled on a halter-top and cut-offs. She applied makeup quickly, brushed her hair, and bounded downstairs to relieve poor Gary of her parents' disapproving company. They never liked her going out with boys; they just never had the gall to say she couldn't.
She hustled Gary out of the house and, in minutes, they were speeding out to the lake on his huge motorcycle. He didn't tell her what he thought of her parents, and she didn't ask. All he told her was how to hold onto him as they rode. About that, he was very specific. He even placed her hands on his lower belly the way he said he liked them.
"Are you sure I should be holding you so low down?" she asked innocently as the peeled out along the lake highway. She could feel the heat of his bulging crotch below her fingers.
"Sure, I'm sure. Just hold on tight. In case of an emergency, just grab my hard-on, and you can't go wrong. If we're hurt, at least I'll enjoy it." He roared with laughter and revved up the motorcycle. The wind whipped through Connie's hair.
Once at the lake, Gary didn't waste much time. He parked the bike in a secluded spot near the water's edge, in amongst thick clumps of trees. Then he stripped off his motorcycle gear, winked at her lewdly, and plunged naked into the cool lake. Connie caught sight of his long, pale cock swinging between his legs as he ran.
He yelled for her to join him, and she smiled weakly. She peeled off her halter-top and cutoffs, but hesitated to go any further. She stood there in her string bikini for a moment, then loped down to the water and plunged in after him. The freshness of the water took her breath away.
"How come you left the bikini on?" he wondered, swimming up alongside her and snaking his arm around her tiny waist. "You shy, or what?"
"A little," she admitted. "We don't know each other very well."
He was forcing his naked body against her, and she could feel the solid pole of his cock rubbing her thighs.
"Actually that bikini's so fucking sexy, I almost wish you would keep it on," he wheezed. "The way it makes your tits hang out and everything… but there's no need to be shy with me. You'll see."
As if to prove his point, he slipped his hand under the hip-string of her bikini bottoms and into her bushy pubic hair. He separated the outer lips of her pussy and lunged two fingers into her cunt before she could resist. He began driving his fingers back and forth in her already greasy fuck-hole.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Connie gasped. She'd suddenly gone weak, and she had to curl her arm around his shoulder for support.
"You like that? That feel nice?" he asked, leering. He swirled his fingers around as if he had them deep in a honey pot.
"Mmmfff!" answered Connie. Here we go again, she thought. The guys she came in contact with lately sure didn't waste much time getting right down to it, did they?
"What do you say we skip the swim and head back to the beach?" he suggested, snuggling his mouth up against her ear. "I mean, we could give it a try out here in the water, but we might drown ourselves in the process."
Connie didn't say anything. She let herself be tugged to the shore, then hauled up the beach. Gary took his hand from her bikini bottoms long enough to guide her back to the shade of the big bike. Droplets of water clung to her golden skin, making her glisten. Her corkscrew blonde hair dripped sexily. Her tiny bikini seemed to have shrunk.
"I got kind of a weird idea," he continued. "Come over here to the bike."
Connie had expected him to lay her out on the sand but, instead, he was pulling her toward the low-slung motorcycle. He had her lift up her leg to straddle the machine, as if she were about to ride it. Once he had her astride the saddle, he undid the string of her bikini bottom at the hip, the peeled off the wet triangle.
"What are we doing?" she wondered aloud, twisting her head around to look at him. The wide leather saddle felt weird and exciting between her outspread legs.
"You'll see," he teased, pulling her back towards him. "Lie down on the bike. Squish your tits against it. Lower, lower."
Connie did as she was told, and he quickly undid the string at her back so that the wet bikini harness fell away from her tits. Her full tit globes hung down freely like ripe melons. She mashed them into the motorcycle saddle as he told her, wondering what the hell he was up to. Was he going to try to fuck her, or what?
"What a gorgeous little ass you got, sugar," he grunted. Gary had taken his long, pale cock in his hand, and he was pumping it slowly, bringing it to full stiffness.
But suddenly, he stopped playing with his cock and came up close behind her. He gripped her hips, tugged her back so that her legs were scissored on each side of the rear of the machine. He lodged his cock in her ass crack, then began driving it up and down between her lush little ass cheeks.
It was going to be just like in the store room at school with Mr. Dean, Connie thought. He was going to fuck her from behind while she was straddling his motorcycle. But no, he was nudging his cockhead against the puckered circle of her asshole. He was settling in there.
He was forcing forward.
He couldn't be! Yes, he was! He was trying to fuck her up the ass with that long, pale cock of his.
"Shit, this is gonna be fun. I've always wanted to ass-fuck someone on the back of this thing," he crowed. He was mauling her pretty ass cheeks in his hands, prying them apart to make room for his bulging prick. The circle of her asshole was growing wider under all the pressure.
"What are you going to do?" she asked foolishly. She was caressing the huge teardrop gas tank of the machine.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass, little girl," he crowed. "I'm going to shove every last inch of my cock up that sweet, girlish little ass of yours."
He was pressing harder, and the satin head of his cock was stabbing into the widened chamber of her asshole. It went in surprisingly easily, he thought, and he pressed on without hesitation. He was sure she'd take to assfucking with no problem at all. Her asshole was sucking him in eagerly. Inch after inch of hardened prick vanished between her pale ass cheeks.
"Ungh! Ungh!" Connie moaned. This couldn't be happening, she thought. He couldn't actually be boring his long cock into her asshole. People just didn't do such things.
"It's going so easy! You must have done this before, huh?" He grinned. Already, half his cock had slid into Connie's sucking asshole. Her pretty ass cheeks were molded around his piercing prick tightly.