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

girl."

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, "Tom, 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, Tom, 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 rotten egg," she said, continuing with her buttons.

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?"

"Oh, God, yes!" I said.

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, Tom. 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

water.

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

whispered.

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

hand.

I continued to move my fingers up until they came to the soft

fur of her pubic hair. I knew that beneath them my fingers

would 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, Tom, 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, "Tom, 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

you."

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, Tom? 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, Tom. 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, "come get that joy stick 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

pussy."

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, Tom, 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...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, Tom. 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, Tom. 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.