“You must be crazy!”
“I am… I'm crazy for you. I always have been.”
“You sure took a funny way of showing it,” I said. I was feeling like hell. I knew I should run a mile but there was this wide-open cunt right in front of me, all surrounded by Anita, and I couldn't.
“I tried everything else,” she said and she looked as if she felt like hell too.
I felt my jock start to rise again and got up and ran for the water. I didn't trust myself another minute with her then… and the thought of taking George's wet seconds was more than I could bear. I was still a virgin at sixteen, which made me something of a rarity in this generation, and I didn't want it to go that way, much as I wanted my stepsister.
I hit the water in a hard flat dive and swam out to the reef two hundred feet off shore in the gulf. I don't know whether it was because my stiff prick worked like a sea anchor and slowed me down or because Anita can swim like an eel, but when I came up for air, sputtering, she was already there, glittering wet and smiling at me like a dark nymph off one of the ancient Greek vases in the museum back home.
She said, “I saw what happened to you… I saw it the first time I looked, when George and I were…”
I said, “So maybe I am human.”
She said, “Oh, you're human, all right, I always knew that. See…?”
She moved close against me and our wet bodies meshed, and then I could feel her hand snaking inside the top of my briefs, reaching for my dong and gripping it… and my dong leaping to life like a frightened faun. Encircling my body with her left arm, she lifted the full little flower of her lips to kiss mine and, for the first time, I realized that Anita was nude. As I became aware of this, and of those burgeoning and beautiful curves pressing against my own bare torso, I forgot about everything else and pulled her tightly to me… and felt my cock spring free from the constraint of my own brief trunks as her busy little right hand pulled them down to my knees.
We were waist-deep in the smooth warm water and she climbed me like a totem pole, lifting her soft round rump until it was above the tip of my cock and then, with her legs locked around my waist, reaching down and underneath to direct its head into the gateway of her cunt. Then she pushed herself down on it, leaning backward as she did so, until it was buried to the hilt in her already well-oiled tunnel of love. Looking up at me with a rapt and radiant expression, she said softly, “At Uutt…!”
Anita never looked more beautiful than at that movement and certainly she never felt more beautiful to me. How the hell does anyone describe his first piece of arse? It's so completely different from what we are led to expect. It's like penetrating an elastic cylinder of velvet mush that suddenly develops rippling muscles and contractions and counterthrusts… except that it isn't like that at all. The best way I can think of is to say that it's the first time anybody finds himself truly part of another living being… and vice versa.
I'd moused around after school for the last three years or so. I'd sucked a lot of tits and I'd poked my fingers in a lot of pussies and I'd even had one girl who liked to jerk me off while I diddled her… but all that was so much flat beer after I really got my prick into Anita that first time. I'd heard it described as heaven in a lot of stories and songs, and for the first time I knew what the writers meant. It was all of that….
Anita let herself lay back on the water with her legs locked around me and her billowing boobs and arching belly curving up at me… and I didn't give a damn anymore about her letting George fuck her a few minutes before and about getting his wet seconds. I was home… and how! Then, keeping her leg-lock around my rump, she began to pull in and push out, using the muscles of her satin-sleek brown thighs and lower legs for leverage, and I could feel electricity charge through me in waves of pleasure. I got the idea quick enough, and grabbed one of her round little buttocks in each hand and began to grind her against my loins in circles.
Something happened inside her, as if I had used a cattle goad instead of my prick, and she began to make waves as she agitated her cunt more wildly and began to utter little rhythmic moans of mounting delight each time our hairs met when we socked it to each other. The inside of her pussy was getting as wet as the water surrounding us, but her waters were a lot warmer than even the shallow, sun-swept gulf. I knew what was happening all right, and I didn't give a damn. All I knew was that I was one hell of a lot happier than I had ever been in my life.
Then she really went wild and I felt the surge of my own semen start, deep in my loins. I bucked into her harder, and she made a wild gyration just as I pulled back and my cock rose right out of the water, clear of its tunnel and rampant as any unicorn's horn. Anita uttered a gasp and grabbed it with both hands poking her cunt up above the surface and pushing down on my dong so that it funneled right down back into her, then locked herself around me, grinding in close, so that there was no chance of its happening again. One good thing about our little accident… I had been on the verge of shooting my wad, but the loss of cunt-contact and the comparatively cool water had slowed me down… so I proved to be no Hair-trigger Jack on my first time out, or in.
It took another few minutes to get me back up to that pitch again, and in that time I thought Anita was going to lose her mind. She kept getting crazier and crazier and more and more terrific. She cried out in Spanish and then in English… words I didn't know she knew in any language… not merely the usual “shit,” “fuck,” and “cunt” type thing but intricate oaths involving various saints in all sorts of wild forms of sex. Then it was getting close to time again, and this time I lifted my hands from her rump and grabbed her by either side of the waist and held her tight against me and blew my full charge right up into her womb. She wriggled like a gaffed fish and her nails dug into my shoulder blades and I felt the nip of her teeth on my chest. Then it was over, and she was sobbing against me and murmuring, “Mother of God, Mother of God…!” and massaging my back as if she were rubbing a washboard.
I felt my prick begin to wilt inside her and tried to lift her off so we could get clear… but she went into a spasm and locked herself around me, holding on tight with her arms and legs and putting her cunt into a rhumba that would have revived a mummified Egyptian pharaoh. I didn't think I had anything left, but it took only a few seconds to convince me that most of the stuff I had picked up from my peer group or learned about in sex education was all wrong… at least where Anita and I were concerned. They suggested that rest was needed between fucks and that a man and woman should separate and caress gently and perhaps sleep until their powers were restored. They also claimed that a woman's peaks become increasingly milder and more widely spaced as she goes on with it. It wasn't like that with either Anita or me… not that first time or any of the others. I discovered what I've since learned a lot of men either never learn or can't accomplish… that I could come twice without having to leave the velvet-lined loving cup. At first I made a move to push her away, but when my prick leapt to attention again inside her, I dug right in and began driving it right up into her guts as hard as I could.
As for Anita's orgasms growing weaker and more widely spaced… that was a cartful of crap, too. If anything, she came faster and faster and harder and harder until I thought she was going to kill herself from the exertion. She dug into me with everything she had… boobs, belly, cunt, legs, arms, feet, fingernails, and teeth. She was really wild. At first, while her pussy was full of my first discharge, it was so slick and slippery I thought my cock would slip out again… but she took good care that it didn't, hanging herself right around its base, with its tip buried way up inside her and grinding around and around and then back and forth and then sideways until her own fluids had swallowed up mine and she was deliciously sticky and sweet inside once more.