The bad schoolgirl

Rose and I were both fifteen and in the ninth grade. She was
new in school, having recently moved to town, and was very
pretty. Unlike many of the other junior high school girls, she
had started her physical development early and was well on her
way to acquiring all the endowments of a woman's body. She had
the largest breasts of any of the girls in our class and her
hips were well rounded, filling out even the loosely-fitting
full skirts that were then fashionable. To top it off, she
seemed proud of her development and flaunted it. She had an
exaggerated swing to her hips and often "accidently" brushed
her breasts against a boy's arm. She was also a natural-born
flirt, and when she saw I was attracted to her, she recipro-
cated my attentions. In hardly any time, we were head-over-
heels "in love" with each other.

Forty years ago, boys and girls didn't do much real dating in
the ninth grade. They would hold hands walking home from
school, go as part of a group to parties, and maybe on special
occasions, go to a movie as a separate couple. Movies were
highlight events because it was possible to do a little necking
in the dark, with the boy putting his arm around the girl's
shoulder and her leaning her head against him. If the girl
were really daring, she might even allow the boy one or two
kisses during the movie. Except for a good night kiss when a
boy took the girl home, that was about the limit of physical
contact allowed by the well understood code of teenage conduct
that existed then. If a girl went beyond that, she was,
according to generally accepted parental definition, a "bad

Had her parents or mine known about her behavior, they would
have certainly marked Rose down in their books as a "bad girl."
The first time we were at a party together, she danced so close
that she pressed her groin against the erection I invariably
got when close to a girl. She didn't give any indication that
she knew what it was, so I believed she just thought that I had
something in my pocket that was six inches long and hard.

Several weeks later, we went to our first movie together, just
the two of us alone, without parents or any of our crowd
around. I was thrilled about our date, happy for the chance to
maybe do a little cuddling and lots of sweaty hand-holding. As
soon as I put my arm around her, she moved over close and put
her head on my shoulder. My hand, usually restricted to just
rubbing or massaging a shoulder, draped over her shoulder and
down her front, leaving my fingers just above the top of her
low-cut sun dress. I could tell from the cushiony feel that my
hand was on the exposed upper swell of her breast. Realizing
that I was getting a feel of at least a little bit of a girl's
breast filled my blood with fire. My prick hardened and
extended down the leg of my trousers in full erection.

My other hand was in Rose's lap, tightly gripping hers. She
loosened my grip just a little and then used her finger tips
to lightly scratch my palm. I was both startled and stunned by
the action. I knew from talk with other boys that if a girl
scratched a boy in the palm it meant that she wanted him to
fuck her. Even in my wildest imaginings, I couldn't picture
Rose, or any other girl for that matter, wanting me to fuck
her. Only "bad girls" did that, and even though Rose had done
some things that were pretty forward, I believed they just
showed that she was a flirt, not a "bad girl." Because of
that, I decided that Rose was too innocent to realize the
significance of what she had done, that it was just friendly
teasing on her part.

Rose put her other hand up to the one across her shoulder and
held that hand also. With almost imperceptible movements she
managed to maneuver my hand down to where it was right on top
of her breast. She disengaged her fingers from mine and then
put her hand on top of mine, pushing it down into the firm
globe of her breast. Pressing her fingers together, she forced
my hand to squeeze her mound. She kept squeezing and relaxing
her hand and my hand kept right on massaging her firm hillock.
She then took my hand and moved it back up on her front, to
where my fingers were just above the opening to her dress.
Then she pulled my wrist down, moving my hand under her dress
and right on top of her bra. By then I needed no more
demonstration or coaching--I used my own initiative and rubbed
and massaged her firm little melon. Becoming bolder, I pushed
a couple of fingers under her bra and rubbed them across her
nipple, causing it to become stiff and hard. I was in heaven,
utterly entranced by being able to have my hand on her in such
an intimate way, and throughout the rest of the movie I just
enjoyed the contact of my fingers and hand on Rose's full
breast. Not wanting to take a chance on losing the advantage
already gained, I didn't even try to kiss her. I was thankful
that our hand-holding was in her lap, not mine, because it
would have taken only a light touch on my throbbing prick to
cause it to go off and make a mess in my pants.

After the movie, my parents picked us up and took us to Rose's
house. I was thankful that my hard-on had gone down. It would
have been embarrassing if it hadn't. Although I wanted to very
badly, with my parents watching, I couldn't give her a good
night kiss. Instead, I shook her hand. She gave me a bold
smile when I did, and while saying, "Good night, Joey, I
enjoyed the movie. I hope you ask me again," she scratched my
palm just like she had done in the movie. I went back and got
into the car, almost in a daze. I knew that her scratching my
palm this time wasn't an accident. The look in her eyes told
me different. Mom said, "Rose seems like a nice, sweet girl.
I'm glad the two of you are friends." I was glad Mom had not
seen us in the movie, because I wanted her to continue to think
well of Rose. I wanted us to be able to continue going
together. Not only "go together," but maybe do other things
together--things that "bad girls" did with boys.

The next Monday I walked Rose home after school. We held hands
and talked kid talk all the way. As we approached her house,
she looked at the area across the street, an undeveloped,
heavily wooded area, and asked me what was out in those woods.
I told her that it was a large vacant piece of land with a
creek running down its middle. I also told her that the creek
had a real nice swimming hole where I often went swimming
during the summer. She got an interested expression on her
face and said, "Oh, I love swimming. Will you take me to the
swimming hole sometimes and show it to me?"

The thought of getting her off in the woods alone excited me,
and I said, "Sure. You want to go now?"

"I'd love to, but my Mom's expecting me home, so I'd better
not. How about tomorrow, on the way home from school? Mom and
Dad aren't going to be home until late and my brothers are out
of town for a couple of days, so it would be a perfect time."

"Yeah, we'll plan on it for tomorrow," I said, excitement
running through me.

Just before we got to her house, Rose asked, "Joey, what do you
wear when you go swimming at the swimming hole?"

I couldn't help but blush and stammer when I answered, "Well,
uh, since it's just me, I, uh, well, I don't wear anything."

Rose smiled real big and gave me the same sort of look she had
given me at her door just two days before. "Ooooh, skinny-
dipping," she said. "That sounds like a lot of fun."

After Rose went into her house, I was so excited that I almost
skipped all the way home. Just the thought of being alone with
her down by the creek was exciting enough by itself, but the
prospect of my maybe being able to kiss her and even feel her
up like I had done in the movie caused me to feel hot all over.
"Hot damn," I thought, "I'm going to take a girl to the bushes.
For the very first time in my life I'm really going to take a
girl out to the bushes."

The next day in school seemed like an eternity. I couldn't
concentrate on school work in class and one time got embarras-
sed by a teacher asking a question that my day dreaming kept me
from hearing. I had several classes with Rose that day and in
both of them we could hardly keep our eyes off each other.
During the second class, she gave me the same sort of look she
had given me when she scratched my palm, and I got a hard-on
right in class. Rose saw it because she looked right down at
my crotch and smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest.

The day finally ended and Rose and I met outside school. She
had not only her books but a small satchel. When I asked her
what was in the satchel, she said it was her gym outfit that
she was taking home to wash. I took her books and carried them
and she carried the satchel. Joining hands, we walked the mile
and a half to her house. As we got within several blocks of
her home, she said, "Joey, don't forget that you promised to
show me the creek and the swimming hole."

I grinned and said, "I haven't forgotten. The path into the
woods is just a little ways further." Crossing over to the
other side of the street, I found the path and we walked into
the woods. After about a quarter mile, we came to the creek
and followed it for about another quarter mile until we came to
the place that I used for swimming. It was a wide place in the
stream that had limestone banks and a gravel bottom. The water
was crystal clear and about three feet deep. One creek bank
had a large oak tree with a natural lawn of short green grass
under it. It was really a beautiful spot for swimming,
picnicking, and, I was daring to hope, other activities.

When Rose saw the place, she said, "Oh, Joey, this is really
nice. Just think, this was just a little ways from my house
and I didn't know about it." We walked down to the creek and
looked at the water. It was a warm May day, plenty warm enough
for swimming, and if I had been alone, I would have been
tempted to take a dip in the stream.

Rose asked, "Is this where you go swimming?"

"Yeah, right here," I answered. "With limestone banks, the
water doesn't get muddy and it's perfect for swimming."

Rose gave my hand a squeeze and said, "I want to go swimming.
Joey, let's go swimming right now."

I was completely dumbfounded. In my wildest imaginations I
hadn't even thought about our going swimming. Then I realized
why she had her gym bag--she had been planning to swim all
along and had brought her bathing suit in her bag. But I
didn't have a suit and would just have to watch her swim
instead of our doing it together. I finally managed to
stammer, "But I don't have a suit."

Rose grinned, that twinkle back in her eyes, and said, "Neither
do I. From what you tell me, bathing suits aren't needed here.
We'll just go skinny-dipping like you said you do." She
dropped her satchel and rubbing her hand across my chest, she
whispered, "I won't tell if you won't."

I was practically inarticulate with excitement. I had thought
I might sneak a feel and get a few kisses while we were here at
the creek, but now she was telling me that she wanted to go
skinny-dipping--to take all her clothes off and get naked right
in front of me. I had never seen a naked girl, and I felt hot
and trembly all over at the thought that I was finally going to
get the chance.

"I won't tell a soul," I finally managed to respond.

She smiled, her dimples showing prettily, and said, "Oh, goody!
I just love skinny-dipping." She picked up her satchel and
pulled two towels from it. "Look, I brought us towels to dry
off. Then we can lay on them and sun tan a while." She
reached for the top button of her blouse and undid it. "Last
one in is a stinky skunk," she said, continuing with her

My hands were trembling so hard that I had difficulty with my
buttons. Finally, though, I got my shirt off and sat down and
took off my shoes. Standing up, I started to undo my trousers.
When I did, my hands went into slow motion, just fumbling with
the buttons of my fly. Rose was standing there in front of me
in just her bra and panties and she was the most beautiful
sight I had ever seen. Seeing her like that made me so excited
that I could hardly breathe. She reached behind her and
unhooked her bra and then shrugged it off into her hands,
baring her breasts completely. She put her hands under them
and cupped them, raising them in presentation to me. "Do you
like?" she said.

"Yeah!" I managed to say in a strangled voice.

"Then you'll probably like this even more," she said, putting
her hands on the top of her panties and pushing them down over
her hips. As she pushed them down, her pubic hair came into
sight and then the vee of her crotch, its little crease showing
through the blonde hairs covering it. After she stepped out of
her panties and put them on her towel, she moved a hand down to
the top of her pubic hair and said, "How about this? You like
this, too?"

"Yes!" I said, my voice strained with lust.

She looked down to where my prick was swelling out the front of
my trousers and said, "Yeah, I can see you do." She stepped
toward me and took hold of the top of my pants and started
undoing the buttons. "Come on, slowpoke. I'm naked and you
have to get that way, too." After she had the waistband
loosened, she pushed my trousers down around my feet. "Now for
your shorts," she said, and pushed them down on top of my
trousers. My prick stuck out in front of me, more rigid and
hard than any other time I could remember. "Ummnn, nice," she
said, looking right at my throbbing prick. "When I felt you
when we dancing, I just knew you would be nice and big." She
turned toward the water and said, "Come on, Joey. Let's swim
for a little while."

With her back turned to me that way, I had an unobstructed view
of her ass. Even though Rose's ass was the very first one I
ever saw, to this day it still rates a ten on my scale. It was
firm and tight and soft and squirmy all at the same time.
Seeing Rose's young teenage ass like that turned me into an ass
man forever.

I quickly got my feet out of my trousers and joined Rose in the
water. She splashed water on me and I made a grab for her.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her in close, so close
that her nipples brushed across my chest and my prick bumped up
against her stomach. She wrapped her arms around my neck and
we simply stood there, looking at each other silently. Her
lips were so pretty and inviting that I had to taste them, had
to get my first real kiss from a girl. As I moved my face down
to hers, she turned hers up to mine, both of us seeking the
same goal. As our mouths came together, she opened hers and
darted her tongue between my lips. When she probed her tongue
in deeper and made contact with mine, it was almost like an
electric shock that caused my prick to jerk against her.
Holding me tight around the neck, she lifted herself up and put
her legs around my waist, riding me like a horse. As she moved
up, I felt my prick move into the cleft of her ass and rub the
smooth skin of that furrow. The kiss, the feel of her breasts
crushed against my chest, and the sensation of my prick
touching her bare flesh was overpowering my senses. I had been
plain horny before, but now I was inflamed with lust, inflamed
to touch, caress, fondle, and do everything to the woman-child
I had in my arms.

Rose pulled her mouth from mine and said, "Why don't we go
sunbathe now." Without waiting for a response, she took my
hand and led us up to where we had our towels spread out.
She stretched out, facing up to me, and patted the towel next
to her. That was more than enough invitation, and I laid down
next to her. When I did, she turned to me and pressed her
mouth against mine, renewing the kiss we had begun in the

I ached to touch that body so close to me, to touch her in the
places that were now naked before me. I hardly knew where to
start, so I decided to start a the top and move down. I moved
a hand up and put it on her breast, rubbing and massaging it
very gently. She must have liked it, because she swirled her
tongue around in my mouth and murmured, "Ooooh, yes."

Thus far I had been able to look at Rose's nude body only when
she was moving and I hungered to see her lying still as she
was, to just examine her in detail and note every feature of
her revealed femininity. Keeping my hand on her breast, I
broke our kiss and sat up next to her and silently feasted my
eyes on the glory of her nudity. Seeing my first naked girl
was exciting in and of itself, but being able to do so with a
girl as pretty as Rose made it so much better. I saw how her
calves went into her knees and then flared out into full thighs
that rounded out and then dipped into the small circumference
of her waist. Her breasts were full and they were topped with
round circles of slightly darker skin. In the center of each
circle, her little nipples rose, stiff and erect.

I had looked forward to the day I might have a girl's breast in
my mouth, and I was at last having a chance to satisfy that
desire. Almost in slow motion, I lowered my mouth to her
nipple and suckled on it. I rubbed my tongue over it and
nibbled on it with my lips. Then, spreading my mouth as wide
as it would go, I took in all the top of the soft white flesh
and laved it with my tongue, running it in circles around and
around the hard little nipple. Rose put her hand on my head
and arched her back up to me, pressing even more of her soft
mound into my mouth. "Yes, like that...just like that," she

While I was giving her breasts my oral attention, I moved a
hand down to her thigh and stroked up and down its front,
moving from her knee to where my hand brushed against her tuft
of pubic hair. As I did so, I felt her move, spreading her
legs apart and giving me room to move my hand between her
thighs. It was an open invitation to explore that area, and I
accepted it immediately, moving my hand down and tracing my
finger tips over the soft skin of her inner thigh. I felt
little goose bumps come on her and she quivered from the light
caresses. When I reached her knee, I reversed my motion,
moving my fingers upward toward the vee of her legs. She
shifted around again and opened herself up even more, making
the area between her legs completely accessible to my seeking

I continued to move my fingers up until they came to the soft
down of her pubic hair. I knew that my fingers would soon find
their goal, the cleft I had seen nestled in among the curly
tresses. Extending my fingers, I probed into the swatch of her
hair, feeling for the furrow of her pussy. My hand trembled in
nervousness and excitement and my breath was held in
anticipation of finally realizing my dream of having my hand
between a girl's legs and delving into the feminine charms
hidden away there. I let my breath out slowly as my finger
reached its goal and entered between the lips of her vagina.

Warmth and wet slipperiness met my finger as it moved into the
channel between her labial lips. She gasped into my mouth at
the contact and hunched her hips up toward my hand. I was
breathing fast and she was doing the same, undulating her hips
against me and moving them in little gyrations. I realized
that my desire to touch a girl was well founded--it was one of
the most exciting things I had ever done in my life. The only
thing I wanted beyond that was to replace my finger with my
prick, to feel the pleasure of her warmth and wetness on my
prick instead of my finger.

As I ran my fingers up and down her slippery channel, I came to
a little bump, right at the top of the crease. She murmured,
"Ummnnnn, yes, right there," as I stroked it, and I knew I had
found what the sex manuals described as a girl's most erogenous
spot--her clitoris. I stroked it with my fingers, tracing
little circles on the little bump, and she thrust her hips up
to my hand, pushing herself into closer contact.

Feeling was not enough--I wanted to see my hand inside her
slit, see my finger as it probed between the lips and into the
folds of her pussy. Not taking my hand from her pussy, I sat
up and moved to where I could look down and see my hand as it
explored the area between her legs. From that vantage point, I
could see the full length of open furrow and all the moist
flesh inside. As my finger moved over her little bump, I could
see it, looking like a little marble right between the lips of
the top portion of her slit.

I knew, though, that somewhere within those folds, down between
those lips, was the entrance to her tunnel of delight, the hole
leading into her pussy. I pushed my finger down into the
crease, moving down into the area deep between her thighs,
seeking that entrance. I wanted to put my finger into it--to
finger-fuck her, as boys called it. Even if nothing more came
from this experience, I would at least have gotten my finger
inside a girl's pussy.

Finally, down near the bottom of her furrow, my finger found an
indentation. I pushed into it and my finger went inside what
felt like a warm, tight tube. It pressed on my finger on all
sides and clasped it like it was inside a fist. I pushed in
even more and soon had my finger buried to the knuckle. I
pulled it out and then pushed it back in. Rose murmured,

"Oooh, Joey, that's so nice."

Rose put her hand on my thigh, just below my prick, and rubbed
me softly. In an almost plaintive voice, she said, "Joey, I
want you to do something real special for me. Will you do it
for me?"

Though she didn't know it, I would have jumped off the Empire
State Building for a chance to continue what we were doing. I
was hoping the special something she was going to ask me to do
was to fuck her. After all, she had scratched my palm and that
was what it was supposed to mean. She had for all practical
purposes told me that she wanted me to fuck her, and I was
hoping that right now was that time. "What do you want me to
do?" I answered, my heart in my throat from excitement.

"I want you to kiss me--kiss me right there where you have your
hand, right between my legs. I want you to use your tongue and
lick me all between my legs. If you do that for me, I'll do
the same thing for you." She wrapped her hand around my prick
and continued, "I'll put this in my mouth and suck on it 'til
you come in my mouth."

"Hot damn!" I thought, "she's going to give me a blow job. I'm
finally going to get a blow job." In my mind, getting a blow
job ranked right up there with fucking a girl. I had heard
boys talk about "eating a girl's pussy," but had figured it was
just something straight out of their imaginations. Now I was
finding that there might really be something to it. At any
rate, I figured that kissing Rose's pussy would be a small
price to pay for her giving me my first blow job. "I've never
done that before," I said, "but if you want me to, I'll be glad
to do it. You may have to tell me what to do, though, if I'm
not doing it right."

Rose smiled and said, "I imagine you'll do it just right. All
you have to do is give me lots of tongue."

Eager to get a blow job, I didn't want to waste any more time
on talk and put my mouth down to Rose's pussy. Sticking out my
tongue, I stroked it between her lips, tentatively at first and
then with more force. I was surprised to find that she didn't
taste bad. Boys had talked and joked about how a girl's pussy
smelled "fishy," but Rose's didn't, and it sure didn't taste
that way. In fact, I liked the way she tasted--fresh, with
just a hint of musky perfume. Even more surprising was to find
out how pleasurable it was to me to lick up and down her
channel and stroke her labial lips with my lips and tongue. It
was almost like the way we had French kissed--wet, warm, and
very exciting. My prick throbbed and pulsated from the
excitement that licking Rose's pussy produced.

As my tongue stroked across her little bump, Rose murmured,
"Yes, right there. Keeping licking me right there, on that
spot." She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my neck,
almost smothering me in her wetness. She thrust her hips up
and down and cooed, "Oh, yes...right there...lick me...
easy...softly...." I kept my tongue going on her little bump
and soon she was turning her hips in circles and making soft
little mewling sounds. I felt her stomach muscles tighten up
under my chest and little shudders run up and down her thighs
where they clasped me about the ears. Suddenly, she stiffened
all over and moaned, "Yeesssssss...oh, yesssssss."

After a few seconds, the muscles in her thighs relaxed and she
unwrapped her legs from my neck and let them stretch out. I
lifted my head and turning toward her asked, "Did you come?"

She looked up at me with half-closed eyes and with breath still
ragged from excitement whispered, "Yes...I came...came hard.
You did it just right...just the way I needed it. Give me a
minute to catch my breath and then I'll do the same thing to

I lay down beside Rose and she turned toward me. "I just knew
you'd do it to me good." She smiled and said, "Oh, boy, was it
good." She reached a hand down to my stomach and rubbed me
there, moving her hand down closer to my stiff staff with each
motion. I caught my breath as her hand made contact with my
prick, and moaned as she wrapped her fingers around it and
stroked it up and down.

"Oh, Rose!" I muttered, jerking my hips up and down in reaction
to her touch. Her touch coupled with the excitement of seeing
my first nude girl, of finger-fucking her, and licking her
pussy had me so aroused that I was just seconds away from
shooting my teenage sperm into the air.

Rose sat up besides me, and looking down at my prick in her
hand, said, "Poor baby--so hard, so excited. Just lay back and
let little Rosie take care of you." Rose lowered her head and
sticking her tongue way out, licked it across the wet, swollen
head of my shaft. The sensation of her wet tongue stroking
across the sensitive head of my prick was so sensuous, so
pleasurable, that I jerked my hips and gasped at the contact.
Lowered her mouth even further, she licked across my balls,
just lightly touching the soft, wrinkled bag with the tip of
her tongue. My prick jerked in her hand, sending out a little
dribble of pre-come, and all I could do was moan in pleasure.
From the way she knew just where to touch me to bring the
utmost in pleasure, I knew that she was no novice. Somewhere
along the way she had learned how to make a boy writhe in
ecstasy, how to use her mouth to build him up to the very peak
of rapture.

Rosie lifted her head up and smiled at me. "Like that?" she
said. All I could do was moan in response and thrust my hips
up toward her. "I thought you would," he said, grinning.

Then, without any other words, she lowered her head and took my
shaft inside her mouth, taking more than half of it into its
wetness and warmth. She swirled her tongue over and around the
knob of my shaft, sending wave after wave of unbelievable
pleasure through me. At the same time, she put her hand on the
base of my shaft and started jacking me up and down, moving my
prick in and out of her mouth in long strokes.

When Rose put her tongue on the underside of my shaft and
caressed my glans with little, fluttery strokes, it was too
much for me--I just started jerking and spewing come in huge
spurts, squirting shot after shot into her mouth. She clamped
her lips around my prick and started gulping, trying to swallow
the flow of come spurting out of me like a geyser. She almost
succeeded in getting it all, only a few dribbles escaped her
lips and ran down my shaft onto her hand. I had my hips lifted
completely off the towel, thrusting my phallus up to her
pleasure-giving mouth, trying to give her every drop of my
come. When my senses returned, I realized that the soft,
moaning sound I heard was coming from me.

I gradually relaxed, my tensed muscles softening as the after-
glow of my orgasm came over me. When I lowered my hips back
down to the towel, Rose released my prick from her mouth and
licked the dribbles of come that were on them. Even though I
had shot come for what seemed like minutes and jerked and
writhed in ecstasy, my prick was still hard, still standing up
straight out from my body. "Oh, God, Rose..." I whispered.

Rose wiped the come that was on her hand on my stomach and
rubbed it all over, a slick caress that brought me continuing
pleasure. "Your first blow job?" she asked. All I could do
was nod my head in affirmation. She smiled softly and said,
"I'm glad I was the one to give it to you. I'm glad you liked
it so much."

"It wasn't your first time, though, was it?" I asked.

Rose shook her head and said, "No, it wasn't my first time."

"When was your first time?" I asked, curious about how she had
gotten so skilled in giving pleasure.

"Two years ago, with my brother."

"Which one?" I asked, knowing she had two brothers.

"Both of them." She got an angry expression on her face and
continued, "But now they don't have anything to do with me.
They are both going with hot-to-trot older girls who fuck their
brains out and now they don't care anything about taking care
of me." She reached out and took hold of my still-hard prick
and said, "But you'll take care of me, won't you, Joey? You'll
give me what I need, won't you?"

My imagination went into overdrive as I considered what it was
she might be needing, and I could only say, "I'll give you
anything I can, Rosie."

She grinned, and said, "Good. Right now what I need is to be
fucked." She squeezed my shaft and said, "This looks like it
can do what I want--fuck me long and hard." She reached into
her satchel and pulled out a little, foil-wrapped package. I
knew without even reading the words printed on it that was a
condom. "Here, put this on," she said, handing it to me.

So far as I knew, the only place where a teenager could buy
condoms was in the dispensers in service station rest rooms.
"Where did you get this?" I asked, taking it from her.

She gave me that wide grin again and said, "I swiped it from my
brother's supply. He won't miss one. From now on, though,
you'll need to furnish your own. If too many of his rubbers
show up missing, he'll know I took them."

With shaking hands, I managed to unwrap the condom and roll in
down on my prick. Rose reached out and wrapped her hand around
it and jacked it up and down. "Come on, Joey. Let's do it
right now. I need it so bad that I can't wait."

Rosie laid down on her back with knees drawn up and far apart.
In that position, her whole pussy was open and exposed, thrust
up awaiting me. Getting on my knees, I moved up between her
legs with my prick pointed right at her gaping pussy. She
said, "Put some spit on it so that it'll go in easier. Put
lots of spit on it and make it nice and slippery."

I spit on my fingers and spread saliva over the length of my
rubber-clad shaft. Repeating the action several times, I soon
had my prick practically dripping with moisture. "That's
good," Rose said, "now come stick it in me. Stick it in deep,
all the way to the bottom of my snatch."

I had never heard a girl talk like that before--she was using
words that boys used out in the back of school. The words
didn't particularly shock me, but hearing them come from her
raised my lust up to an even higher notch and made me that much
more eager to plunge my shaft into the wet gash just in front
of it. Responding to that desire, I thrust forward, burying
the head of my prick in Rose's hot furrow. She reached down
and took hold of my shaft, and after rubbing it up and down her
furrow, positioned it in just the right spot. Holding my prick
steady, she hunched her hips up and I felt it enter a little
ways inside her. Eager to get my shaft all the way into her
hot tunnel, I thrust my hips forward, seeking to push myself
further into her. In perfect timing, Rose met my thrust with
one of her own. As a result of our actions, I felt my prick
slide into her depths, pushing all the way in until my prick
was buried completely inside her. Squirming her hips in
pleasure, Rose sighed, "Ooooohhh, yesssss, nice and big."

"Nice" could hardly describe it. It was far more than that--it
pleasure, joy, and rapture all in one. Her mouth had felt good
on my prick, but it didn't compare with the feeling of having
my entire prick immersed in heat and wetness. From its head
all the way to its base, Rose's hot flesh pressed in on the
sensitive flesh of my prick, and it was a sensation far beyond
any I had ever had before. I just stayed in the position,
motionless, and savored the marvelous sensation that the union
of my prick and Rose's pussy produced. Finally, I muttered,
"Oh, God, Rose, this is so good."

Rose put her hands up to her breasts and massaged them,
tweaking the nipples between her fingers. Hunching her hips up
to me, she said, "Yeah, really good. But it would be better if
you moved that big old prick of yours in and out of my little

It was obvious that Rose was a person who knew what she wanted,
and right now what she wanted was for me quit fooling around
and start fucking her in earnest. It wasn't necessary for her
to give me any more reminders--I just let nature have its way
and started stroking my prick in and out of her hot hole.
"Yeah, like that," she said. "Give it to me deep and hard."

Rose closed her eyes and continued with fondling her breasts.
While she did that, I stretched out my legs and lay right on
top of her, belly to belly, and hammered my prick in and out as
hard as I could go. She met each of my thrusts with her own
and squirmed her hips in circles under me, keeping perfect
timing with our thrusts. Taking her hands away from her
breasts, she put them behind my head, pulling my mouth down to
hers for a kiss. "Ooooh, Joey, this is so good," she said just
as our lips and tongues blended together.

Rose explored all my mouth with her tongue, probing into all
parts of it. I started sucking on her tongue, drawing it into
my mouth as far I could. I felt her breathing speed up, until
she was almost panting into my mouth. I knew from that that
she was getting as aroused as I was, getting closer and closer
to exploding into ecstasy. She started bucking her hips up to
me with even more force, seemingly trying to get all of me into
her tight little pussy. Not settling for that, she lifted her
legs up and wrapped them around my waist, pulling herself off
the towel, and started pistoning her pelvis against mine in
frantic movements.

I pushed Rose's pelvis back down to the towel and reaching
under her I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy hard against
my prick. Then I just started pounding in and out, using the
full length of my shaft, pulling out until just the head was in
and this hammering back in, pressing the base of my prick into
the softness of her wet furrow. Her tongue was a wild thing in
my mouth, and she was now panting and gasping. I felt shudders
in her stomach muscles and she pulled her mouth away from mine
and softly cried, "Oh, getting there, getting there. Keep
fucking, hard...hard...hard." She stopped her frantic
movements and pushed up hard against me. "Oh, I'm there. Got
there...finally got there."

The inside of Rose's pussy was spasming against my prick,
sending little muscle movements up and down its length. That
action was too much, pushing me over the edge, and I joined
Rose in orgasm. "Me too," I whispered, come spurting
out of prick and filling the rubber that covered it. I
collapsed down on her and we lay like that, each of us
breathing hard and shuddering and trembling as pleasure waves
washed over our bodies.

Our pleasure gradually lessened and I rolled off Rose on the
towel next to us. She turned on her side and smiled at me,
saying, "Oh, thank you, Joey. That was just what I needed."

"I had a little bit of a need, too," I said.

"Yeah, I noticed," she said with a grin. Then, sitting up, she
said, "Let's get rid of this rubber. You sure don't want to go
around with this on--makes it hard to pee-pee." She pulled the
rubber off and then put her mouth on my prick in its place.
Using her tongue, she cleaned off the residue of come that
coated its surface. Lifting her head, she said, "There, nice
and clean. That way you won't get any come on the towel that
my Mom might find and wonder about."

Rose sat up next to me, still fondling my softened prick and
said, "That was good, Joey. I don't know how often I can get
away from the house without raising suspicion, but I want to do
this as often as we can."

"Me, too," I said, in an understatement.

< < < > > >

Rose and I managed to go to the creek at least once a week
through the end of school and after summer started we were able
to make it two or three times a week. We still dated at other
times so as to allay our parent's suspicions. Mom continued to
think Rose was a "nice sweet girl" and Rose's parents thought I
was a "really fine, clean-cut young man." Almost all my
allowance went for buying rubbers.

At the end of the summer, Rose and her family moved to another
city. It seemed her father was some kind of construction
engineer and got transferred real often. We managed to get in
one final screwing session before she left. Rose told me she
felt sorry for me since I wouldn't have anybody after she left.
She said that in her case it wasn't going to be so bad because
now that her brothers were leaving their girlfriends they
would, for at least a while, have to use her again to relieve
their horniness. She was all smiles when she told me this, so
I knew she was really looking forward to renewing fuck and suck
sessions with her brothers.

As for me, I went almost three months before I found another
"bad girl." She's a year older than I, but she says she likes
me better than older boys. She says I know so much more about
making her feel good than the older high school boys she meets.

Thanks, Rosie, wherever you are--you were a good teacher.

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