****** The Beach Nut by laydbak1 ******
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The Beach Nut


The question was asked: "Okay. Where's the most exotic place you've had sex,
and what was it like?" My reply: No question; A deserted stretch of beach on
Padre Island.

I got off work early one Friday and drove down to Padre Island arriving in the
early afternoon and set up a simple, but cozy little camp site there. I had
arranged to meet a nice girl I had been dating for several months there on the
north end of the Island and for us to spend the weekend by ourselves. By late
afternoon and having wandered the beach by myself for a few hours, I had still
not seen or heard from my girlfriend. She was rarely on time for anything we
did together, so, I wasn't really that concerned, but dark was nearing and
drove into town for a phone to call and check on her.

As fate would have it things were not to turn out as planned. After several
calls around to her home and some friends, I finally reached her at the county
hospital where she was staying with her mother who'd been in a car accident,
fracturing an arm and gotten several minor scraps and bruises. She told me she
was sorry to miss the weekend with me, but the hospital was releasing her mom
the next morning and she thought it would be a good idea to go back home with
her to be there and help out. I agreed and asked if I should come back, but she
said there was no need and she'd see me next week sometime. I visited with her
mom a few minutes and she assured me she was little sore and banged up, but
would be all right. I gave her my best wishes and told her I'd see her early
next week, then hung up.

I turned to climb into my VW Beetle with my short board tied on top realizing I
had a whole weekend to surf, fish, and just piddle around on the island. I
drove back out to my camp which I had located between two nicely shaped, wind
breaking large dunes about five miles down from the nearest public access area.
I looked at it briefly and quickly decided since I was by myself, I wanted to
put more space between me and the general public, so I packed it all up. I
thought, what the hell, I'll get as far away as I can and just enjoy being away
from everyone for the weekend. I was envisioning catching some mean waves and
doing some surf fishing which I enjoyed doing every now and then, but hadn't in
a long time.

I drove several more miles down the beach until I found a great place where
three very tall dunes came together forming a semi-wall on three sides with the
opening slanted toward the beach downwind. The weather report for the weekend
predicted a good chance for light rain early in the weekend, so I had brought
my tarp and poles as well as my tent this time. I quickly set my tall poles and
strung the heavy tarp high overhead between them, then pitched my small 3 man
tent just under the edge of it on the seaward side. I couldn't have asked for a
better spot for a quick set up and I though it looked good. I was all set.

Dark came shortly and I decided to fish that nite. I had dragged my cooler and
fishing gear down to the surf where I began to drink copious amounts of cold
beer. I didn't do much fishing after the first five or six beers, but I seem to
remember some wild surf dancing, heel art, hollering to noone who wasn't
listening anyway, a little sand dummy tackling, and singing my top ten
favourite aboriginal, whatever-you-want-to-call-em songs. I don't remember how
long I lasted, but I guess I finally wore myself down and just passed out.

Just after daybreak, the waves crashing loudly not far off and a slight chill
in the air stirred me awake again. I felt the urge to set up and take stock of
my situation even though my head felt like a giant balloon full of jello
spinning on a merri-go-round. That may not be an accurate description of it,
but anyone who's been there knows exactly what I'm talking about. As I looked
around I found that I had fortunately ended up far back away from the surf
about twenty yards from my camp and not inadvertently made myself into crab
bait in the middle of the night. "Way kewl dude," I uttered to myself. I
couldn't help but, congratulate myself a little for that nice piece of luck.

I also have no idea when or how it happened, but somewhere in that wild night
of wave dancing and prancing around like some kind of Swiss family Robinson
prodigal child or something, I had lost my cut-offs. AND, my fishing rod. like
duh!! Well, I prefer not to say they were really "lost" mind you, they were
really "put up" somewhere. Their exact whereabouts were merely unbeknownst to
me at that time.

I'd like to blame the cosmic waves or moon"beams" for it all, but I'm sure it
was more like the straight shots of Jim "Beams" that I had somehow gotten into
and been mixing liberally between the endless cans of PBR's that did it.
Whatever, there I lay huddled in the sand, swishing sand flies off my gritty,
well-tanned body and trying to get a grip on the reality of this new day while
nursing a strong case of the Giant Jeevies. That's when I first saw the dog.

It looked like some kind of helical hairball through my fuzzy squinting eyes,
but there it was and it was running straight at me from down at the surf. I
wanted to jump up to meet it, but I was too late and in my condition that just
wasn't gonna happen. So, I just glared wide eyed at its last several leaping
strides as it neared running full speed toward me. In those last few seconds,
it suddenly occurred to me that this beast was going to plow straight into me
and instinctively I jerked my arms up in front to prepare for the inevitable
impact that looked imminent. But, at the very "last" second before it slammed
me, it veered left and past my side with a flurry of flying sand all over me. I
suddenly knew what that little guy in the commercial who gets sand kicked in
his face by the local beach bully felt like.

I dropped my arms and started brushing myself off while trying to turn around
to see where it was going so fast. But, before I could get my aching neck all
the way around, I heard it pull up just behind me and stop. I could hear it
panting loudly and sort of whimpering like a lot of big dogs usually do. I
still wasn't quite steady enough to just bounce up to my feet to look so, I
leaned back and rolled over to see what the hell was going on back there.

Soon as I could focus on it, there it was. About ten yards behind me just
setting there. But, to my amazement, it wasn't by itself. It was setting at the
feet of a young woman. And, not just any young woman, but probably the most
gorgeous young woman I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life. Wow, to say I
was dumbstruck would be a gross understatement. She was just standing there
staring at me with this huge dog setting impatiently at her feet. Without a
word, she knelt down and began stroking and petting him; mumbling something in
his ear he seemed to understand but, she just kept staring right at me the
whole time.

Wow. "This must be a dream," was all I could think to myself as I quickly tried
to gather whatever senses I could muster. I began clambering as best I could in
my condition to my feet and turned to faced her and the dog. Sort of in a fuzzy
daze, I think all I said to her right then was just a simple, "Hi." I was
probably in some kind of mortal fear that adding anything else to that one word
would probably come out more like a Martian gibberish than anything remotely
close to being kewl enough. It was probably obvious to her too, that I was
staring more at her than she was at me, but I waited to hear her say something
first before I dared volunteer anything else.

After only a few moments, she shoosh'd the dog away with a quick pat on his
back and he ran off down the beach at the same full speed and full of energy I
first saw him. Seemingly in a big hurry to continue his dog mission of
searching the world for new mysteries. She slowly stood up, and I don't know
why it seemed unexpected, but she started walking right toward me. I think my
knees wobbled a little as she approached, but I can't be sure.

She pulled up and stopped not two feet in front of me and without a word
started looking me up and down. I just stood there and let her study me, unable
to say anything, and frozen like I was getting a uniform inspection from a
hard-nosed DI. I might have even closed my eyes for part of it, I can't be
sure.

When she seemed content she'd found out enough about whatever she'd been
looking for, she leaned forward slightly and looked me straight in the eyes
with a pair of the most beautiful super blues I'd ever seen. Then suddenly
cracked a slight smile and said "Well, is that for me, or do you always greet
strangers this way?" I think my eyes must've shown a little shock at hearing
her voice that first time, but I can't be sure.

Puzzled though, I had no clue what she meant by that statement until I noticed
her eyes nodding downward a couple of times and realized where her stare was
aimed. Uh oh. I suddenly remembered I had forgotten something. The cut-offs.
She was staring right at my crotch. I glanced down and damn. Sure enough, there
standing proud and tall was my standard little morning friend and it was
pointing straight up at her face. Whoah!! Major embarrassment.

Now, I was still pretty hung over and noticeably wobbly. But, I did manage get
out a lame, but somehow appropriate, "Whoops, sorry." all the while blushing
like a schoolgirl getting her first Valentine Card and acting like it was some
kind of unwelcome, freeloading neighbor at a surprise birthday party.

I quickly grabbed for the tail of my tee shirt with both hands, yanked it down
so hard and fast over my fleshy spear buddy down there I ripped the stitching
apart clear across my chest. Damn. I just knew I was seriously looking like
some stupid oaf now and fumbling uneasily like some kid with a chocolate
mustache and an empty cookie jar under his arm. I tried desperately to look
like everything was perfectly normal. Maybe I smiled, I can't be sure.

Now, right here I think I should say something. Yes. This woman in front of me
could have been old and haggly. She could have been short and pudgy. She
could've been all those things together PLUS, covered in dime-sized pimples, a
giant wart smack in the middle of her forehead, and smelled like she cleaned
septics for a living and just got off work. And, none of this would have
mattered very much.

But, she wasn't. Standing there right in front of me was this dreamlike,
beautiful goddess of a young girl-woman who looked to be something immaculately
conceived; by the all-everything, chief-high power in charge, with a real sense
of perfection in the art of human creation that just didn't often care to share
that little craft with us mere humans. But, there she was and, within a
breath's distance of me. I was fidgeting badly, but worse, I was completely
speechless.

Fortunately for me, she seemed to understand my pre'dick'ament at that moment
and I guess decided I needed a little help. She leaned forward to within just
inches of my face, and quietly looked me straight in the eyes with those
piercing super blues. I may have flinched like she was going to bite me or
something, I can't be sure. But, very calmly she opened her mouth and said
"Hey, it's ok. I've seen them before." then leaned back again and turned her
attention out to the surf as if looking for her dog, and started walking slowly
away.

I have no idea why my little pea brain works the way it does sometimes, but the
only thought that came to me then was part of an old wisecrack line young boys
use on each other when one of them starts bragging about some piece of ass he'd
just had. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out in her direction "Yeah.
Probably in pictures, right?"

Damn. That was a stupid thing to say to this gorgeous creature. I could've
kicked my own ass right then and wondered why I said that. Like, duh. I was
certain at this point I had confirmed to her I had the IQ of a ball bearing and
instinctually poised myself ready for a some kind of snappy and pointed
comeback. But, she stopped a few yards away, turned around, and walked back
over to me, standing right where she was before. Pausing briefly, she cracked a
shy smile and said, "Hmmm. How did you know?"

Well, I knew then she had a sense of humour, and that certainly was just what I
needed to lighten the air a little. We both started laughing together. Now I
didn't feel so much of a complete baffoon and was starting to get a little more
comfy with this pleasant little surprise guest thing. Then again, she
completely shocked me. She reached down, grabbed my hands that were still death
gripping the tail of my tee shirt, slowly undid them, and without saying a word
reached underneath and took hold of my still raging hardon.

Woweeee. I felt like needles were running through every vein in my entire body.
I think I made a huge gasp for air too, I can't be sure. Now, my dick being the
staunch defender of the family lineage and the perpetual man compass that it
is, was still at a high state of alert. But, her warm soft hand around it
making it feel a lot less lonely than just moments before, had it twitching
with a definite new sense of excitement other than having to piss really badly.

I didn't say anything. My tongue was too thick. She gently squeezed and jacked
on it softly and I heard her murmur quietly and softly under her breath to
noone in particular, "Mmmmm. That's very nice." Well, to myself I was about
half egotistically thinking "Well, of course it is..." but, I sure didn't say
it out loud.

She kept fondling my dick for a moment, then reached her other arm up and put
it around my neck. Almost as if to hold me so I couldn't get away. Yeah, right.
Like I was going somewhere right then.. She never said anything else the whole
time she was playing with it, but she did utter lots of "Mmmmms." I took that
to mean she approved, but I can't be sure.

It really wouldn't have mattered much, she could have been deft, dumb, and
blind for all I cared right then, I was just enjoying having a warm hand
playing with my dick and it wasn't my own for a change. She seemed to delight
herself and continued to fondle and squeeze me for what seemed like several
minutes. And, I don't know why really, but I was somehow getting the feeling
that she was more amazed with my hard dick, than I was that she was playing
with it.

I had no idea how this wonderful, but somehow odd, little windfall had come
together for me right then. I really didn't care, but. And, damn the timing. I
began to remember why my dick was standing there in the first place. My
customary first-thing-in-the-morning urge to piss came back over me. And, just
when I was about to get over my embarrassment.

Reluctantly, but with more of a pressing need at hand than hers wrapped around
my hard dick, I reached up and held her arms, then eased backwards a little
from her. She looked a little confused until I confessed my very untimely need
to her, "Hey, I love what you're doing, but I really have to go. Uh, I really
have to go "piss" right now." And, as if I had to ask her permission I added,
"Would that be ok?"

She giggled a little and surprised me yet one more time with, "Sure, I've
always wanted to write my name with one of these things like I've heard so much
about. Go ahead, let it rip." I almost laughed at that little shock, but after
all she did have a hold of my dick, so what the hell. I closed my eyes and
grunted to myself real hard. Luckily, the flow started when it was supposed to
or my embarrassment would have further compounded on itself.

I wasn't looking, but as the flow started I could feel her moving it back and
forth, giggling and laughing the whole time. I finally looked down as she was
putting the finishing touches on dotting the "I" at the end of a crude, but
effective looking "Lori". I was about spent, but with the last hard spurt of
piss, I saw her complete the little project with a final, but emphatic
underline.

We both laughed and she even shook those last few drips several times for good
measure. Perfect, just like any guy would do. I said, "Nice job for a beginner.
Couldn't have done it any better." She just giggled, and said, "That was so
kewl."

Now surely like me at this point you just gotta ask yourself. What are the
odds? I mean, what are the odds on some guy out by himself on some deserted
beach waking up from a stupor to find he's been taken over by some radiantly
beautiful young woman, who within just minutes of first laying eyes on her, was
writing her name in the sand with his piss hardon?

That's gotta be some kind of unbreakable Guinness World Record I'm sure. Well,
that is if there is some such a record for odd-ball human meetings. But, hey.
I'm not complaining here. It was definitely working' just fine for this guy.

Anyway, we laughed at her little project for another moment, then I felt
compelled after her little expose' in the sand to tell her my own. "By the way,
my name is Dee".

She said, "Kewl, nice to meet you Dee, I'm Lori."

I smiled and said facetiously, "Well, it's not real polished and maybe needs a
little work, but I think I can read your writing just fine." She laughed.

We walked back over to my tent where I rustled up my coffee pot and pulled my
Coleman stove out onto the small camp table I'd set up. As I was busy readying
the pot of coffee and fire, I asked her what she was doing out here by herself
so early in the morning. She told me she lived in town down the beach and ran
here almost every morning to give her dog a workout and just enjoy the fresh
morning air and salty mist off the ocean. I can't say I blame her for that.
It's always beautiful on the beach at sunrise, when you're not hungover.

Almost on cue, the big brown dog came running up from out of nowhere, panting
loudly, and carrying a short, worn-looking stick of driftwood that was half
covered with wet saliva soaked sand and seaweed. He ran straight up to her and
laid his newest gift at her feet with great pride and seemed to be waiting for
her approval. She bent down and grabbed both sides of his neck, shook his sand
covered fur, then gave him a big affectionate hug telling him, "Thank you. Good
boy." And, with a sincere heartfelt appreciation.

He seemed very pleased with himself with that, then picked up his prize and
wandered over to the door of my tent where he laid down and further contented
himself by chewing it into small pieces. I'm pretty sure he'd done this many
times before because it didn't take very long. Soon he bored with it, and laid
his head down and fell off to sleep.

With the coffee started, I asked her if she wanted anything else, maybe
something to eat, but she graciously said no, she was just fine so, I motioned
her over to my day-cot at the back of the tarp next to the back dune to set
down while we waited for the coffee. It was a handy, but solid little folding
cot I'd found at a garage sale and added a thick, extra heavy sponge pad to it
for doubling as a bed if necessary when camping.

We sat down and she told me I had a nice camp in a great place and I told her
how I'd driven a long way until I finally found it, but basically we just
piddle talked and laughed about a few little things passing the minutes until
the coffee began to boil over.

I couldn't believe how hard it was all the sudden for me to think of anything
kewl to say to this beautiful woman right then, but I was relieved by the
sudden distraction to break the blah's. I jumped up and quickly grabbed the pot
off the fire, hurriedly cleaned the mess, then poured two cups and brought them
back over, handing one to her as I sat back down next to her again. I was a
little embarrassed at my obvious lack of manly-type competence, but she sensed
that and just smiled saying, "You're just like me. I always let mine boil over
too." I smiled a little uneasily, but appreciated her modest identity with
that. Damn those first few sips were good and I needed them too.

Almost entranced in this small, but wonderful little morning ritual, we sat
there sipping and savouring the fresh, strong brew quietly, warming our hands
on the sides of our cups, and just staring out at the surf crashing on the
beach. An occasional vagabond gull crossed our view, rising up and down on an
unseen, but stiff wind off the surf, searching for his first gee-whiz bounty of
the new day.

The sunrise we watched together that morning was beautiful to say the least. A
wall of almost ominous, dark graybrown clouds had gathered during the night
down to the southwest and the sun had seen them long before us. It looked like
a giant, swirling chocolate pudding topped off by a perpetually shifting and
changing layer of very bright, orange brown frosting that seemed to dance on
it's head.

But, the view to the southeast was clear and spectacular. The ever-brightening,
yellow-gold rim of the sun was barely peeking up from across the vast, empty
ocean on the distant horizon, trumpeting the new day with millions and millions
of brilliant, yet silent rays of yellow light that shimmered and sparkled
across and through the crests of untold millions of waves for as far as you
could see. It wasn't hard to imagine why Lori wanted to be here every day. It
was a nice moment.

After a short while, she finally broke the silence and turned to look at me and
said, "Where is your girlfriend?" Well, it's not like I wasn't sort of
expecting a question like that sooner or later, but it kind of caught me by
surprise right then, so lying was really not an option. I'm a horrible liar
anyway, so I calmly told her the truth about the call back home yesterday and
explained that that was the reason I was there by myself.

She seemed refreshed by my apparent honesty, and only offered, "I see." Going
with the topic further, I asked her the same question about her own status. She
told me she'd had a boyfriend until just a couple weeks before, but he had
suddenly jilted her for some "Bimbo." as she put it, and finished saying that
it was all over between them now. She seemed to be silently and sadly
reminiscing about it as she spoke and turned her gaze back out to the surf.

I was inwardly joyful to hear that little tidbit of news, but trying to cover
that with sympathy I said, "I'm sorry to hear that." To lighten her spirit a
little I added, "But, you gotta know he's going to be much better off with his
own kind." She looked back at me, laughed out loud, and with an air of
assurance said, "Yeah, I guess he will. Won't he?"

Well, to me. such a beautiful woman to be dumped "by a man" for any reason
short of death, was almost a little too hard of a truth to swallow, but she
appeared sincere, so I took it at face value. Not wanting to lose her back to
the solemn thoughts again, I continued with my own weird sense of humour and
asked her, "So. how often do you meet strange guys out here and write your name
with their dicks pissing in the sand?"

She giggled and said, "Well, that's kind of "HARD" to tell." and continued,
"but, I really wasn't kidding when I said I'd only seen them in pictures." and
added, "Well. Except for my younger brother a few times, but he doesn't really
count. And besides, I've never seen his all hard like yours was, and it's not
half as big."

Well, that tickled me a little, but I suddenly sensed a huge opportunity had
miraculously presented itself to me here. So, and in my best attempt at trying
to sound humorous about it, I exploited the conversation a little about her
apparent lack of personal experience, but obvious curiosity with dicks. I said,
"I don't suppose you'd like to see it again would you?"

Of course, I was hoping I wasn't sounding too pushy or scaring her, but I
figured there wasn't a slim chance she'd say yes to it anyway, so I just went
for it. But, never an end to her surprises so far, the fates smiled down on me
this time. An almost childlike, excited look came over her face and she said,
"Yes, I really liked holding it before. It was so neat. Kind of like a big
finger, only soft and warm on the outside, and so hard on the inside. It was
really nice." Then, with a tidbit of humour of her own, she added, "It must be
great to have one for yourself."

I laughed at that, but wow. You could have scooped me up with a spoon because I
almost melted. It was so kewl the way she said that. Then suddenly, and before
I knew what was happening, she began almost over-anxiously reaching and
grabbing at my tee shirt to get to my crotch like some kind of child who'd been
told it can have the last candy bar in the jar. I said, "Whoah there girl. Take
it easy. It's not going anywhere. You can have all you want, anytime you want.
But, hold on a second."

Since she'd already been rather intimate with my dick earlier, I hadn't
bothered to find another pair of shorts to put on, and with one quick, well
practiced motion I reached down, took hold of my shirt tail, and pulled it off
over my head. She sat there staring at my well-tanned body as I laid back on
the cot, looping one of my legs over her head and proceeded to get comfortable
for what I expected to be a very nice experience to follow.

I'm sure most guys would have been drooling wildly right then and hungry to
jump on this opportunity like a starving coyote on a freshly killed rabbit.
But, to me there was something about her childlike, innocent curiosity and
fascination with my dick that made me feel more like I wanted to teach her,
than just jump on her like a horny dog following a bitch in heat. I wasn't in
any hurry and I think she sensed that and relaxed.

But, it appeared to me when she focused down on my dick and saw it just laying
there all flaccid and limp, she looked a little astonished and kind of
disappointed in a way. It was then that I realized she really had been telling
the truth before and that she really hadn't actually seen a live "man" dick
before. I felt a strange sense of compassion for her innocence, but also a
slight burst of ego at the same time.

I told her to relax, and just go slow. I said, "It's all yours. Just be gentle,
and do whatever you like with it, it's ok." She smiled a little then reached
down with both hands and began to lightly caress, and rub it, admiring it's
soft and now loose skin, twirling her fingers through my curly dark hairs, then
holding, and squeezing it a little." She said, "It's so soft and so tender to
touch. I like it. "

Then, with a curious look, asked, "But, when does it start to grow and get all
hard like it was before?" I laughed and said facetiously, "Behold, Me Lady. The
serpent is rising now." Almost as if on command, my dick in her warm hands
began to grow and she seemed pleased.

Of course, it goes without saying I knew she was a virgin since she hadn't even
seen a grown up dick before and that thought excited me too. She began getting
really serious watching it grow in her hand like that, then began to focus
herself fondling it, rubbing it a little more, and softly but, firmly jacking
on it as she watched it continue to grow to full mast again, right there in the
palm of her hand. She looked amazed at it all rigid and hard there in her hand
now but, also a little proud of herself somehow at what she had done to it.

I'm sure she probably didn't realize that almost any woman touching a man's
dick, or even the thought of a woman touching his dick, would also make it do
that. And, I was just as amazed as she was about it, but for a different
reason. Getting my first handjob from a beautiful virgin was a fabulous
experience all by itself.

Now, she was obviously new to this, but moved her hands like a natural. Maybe
she'd picked up some things about sex and dicks from her girlfriends, or
magazines, or somewhere else I didn't know and didn't ask, but she seemed like
she knew the basics of it all as she very gently but, persistently stroked and
massaged, caressed and jacked it up and down, with an almost continuous delight
to herself. I think she was even trying to see if she could get it to grow
more, almost as if she didn't know it had a limit. I kind of chuckled inside,
but was enjoying this immensely.

Getting hot and very horny too, I was unconsciously bucking up to meet her down
strokes and to me, her hand looked almost childlike and small wrapped around my
raging hardon there in front of me.. While I knew it wouldn't grow any larger,
it did seem to grow harder with every devoted stroke from her warm hands. She
smiled up at me and said "Now, this is really nice. I love it. You really don't
mind if I play with it, do you?"

Ha. Now that was big joke for sure. If she only knew. I said, "Go for it baby,
have a ball. I don't think it minds one bit." and just laughed as I closed my
eyes for a moment and purr'd my own delight at the feeling I was having. I
wished all women knew that men liked to have them play with their dicks like
that. No, I agree it's not sex Mr. Bill, but it is one of the two basic
foreplay's almost every man, everywhere likes very much.

Well, I knew it was finally time to ask her that proverbial next question that
rolls around in every guy's head at a time like this and said, "Would you like
to suck on it?" I don't think I even had to ask as she instinctively moved her
tiny thin lips right over the head and began sucking on it like she was
borrowing gas from her dad's car with a siphon hose. It felt so incredible it
was all I could do to keep from blowing my wad right then.

I reached up to guide her a little with both hands on the side of her head to
help her understand my own rhythms of pleasure, and quietly told her to "Go
slow baby, suck on the head, then move down on it a little and just feel it
pulse inside your mouth. Hold it with one hand and jack on it a little as you
suck. Use your tongue and lick it underneath, and all around the head too. just
don't be in a big hurry." I'm not sure that instruction was needed, but she did
exactly as told for a few minutes and my dick felt like it was on fire and
ready to burst.

She raised her head to look at me, never pausing her slow jacking on me, and
said, "How am I doing?" All I could do was whimper a little, but I grinned and
said, "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you'd done this before. She
smiled, and said, "Only in my dreams." I believed her. Then added, "As long as
you don't bite it, I'm liking everything you're doing. And I like it very
much."

Between all the oooo's and ahhh's flowing from under my breath, I softly
instructed her on sucking the head with no hands, going down as deep as she
could on it several times, then back to sucking the head while massaging my
balls with one hand, and alternating between licking the shaft and head as she
jacked with first one, then both hands with her lips sucking hard on the head.
It was a great blowjob, for a beginner, but within only a few minutes she was
giving me head like the best street whore in New Orleans. Well, whatever that's
like. I never actually had a whore myself, but that seems like a fitting
description.

My balls were aching to bust almost anytime now and I knew the way she was
going at it, it wasn't going to be long in coming. So, not knowing how she felt
about it and not wanting to ruin her first experience, I asked her. "Uh. Baby,
you do know don't you, that doing that gets a guy really excited to the point
he will orgasm and spurt his sperm out the end of his dick?"

She stopped sucking briefly and smiled, "Yes, of course silly. I know that.
I've just never seen it before. Are you going to do it now? Are you going to
show me how it shoots?" I sort of giggled at that, then said, "Well, I would
love to do that if you don't mind. it's been building pretty fast and all you
have to do is just keep doing what you're doing, I'll blow my load for you."
She said, "How will I know when it's fixing to do it?" I said, "Don't worry,
you'll know. I'm not very quiet about it, when I'm about to explode."

With that, she smiled then went right back to sucking and steadily jacking me
up and down. She seemed like she was on a mission now, and I could tell my
precum was mixing copiously with her saliva because my skin under her hand
became real slippery as her hand was sliding up and down with no friction. She
paused again briefly, and said she could taste me. Said, it wasn't bad at all,
not like her girlfriend had told her it was, and that she kind of liked it.
Then, went back to sucking a little faster and more furiously now; kind of like
she was expecting it to go off like some kind of whale breaching surf or
wildcat oil well hitting the mother load.

Well, I was more than ready to accommodate her at this point, but also just
assumed she wanted me to shoot it in her lovely awaiting mouth. So, I closed my
eyes, feeling her warm, soft lips sliding up and down over the head of my dick
and the feeling was building fast. I was just about there and ready to blast
off when suddenly. Out of nowhere she just stopped. Just like that.

I was breathing hard, but opened my eyes to see what was going on. I saw her
still leaning over holding my well-lathered and aching dick, but she was
motionless and looked to be deep in thought. I wasn't sure what was going on,
but remained silent as she sat upright and took a deep breath, then turned to
look out at the surf. Her eyes sort of glazed over as if she was in some kind
of a trance. I had no idea of what she was thinking, but I was sure I was going
to find out soon enough, so I just laid there quietly and let her be with her
thoughts.

My first gut instinct, of course, was that something was wrong. Maybe she had
changed her mind or was having second thoughts about what she was doing here
with a strange man, sucking his dick, and about to let him shoot his sperm in
her mouth. I wasn't sure what it was, but I could see by the look on her face
it was something that was weighing heavy on her mind right then.

My other natural instinct was to just console her somehow and ask what it was.
Maybe to see if it might be something I had done or maybe something I could
help her with. But, I knew better and just reached up, placed my hand on her
shoulder, and laid still with her in this strange kind of silence we were in. I
knew she didn't want input from me, or she would have asked for it. This was
something she was working on with herself and I figured I'd know what to do, or
not do soon enough.

It probably wasn't as long as it seemed, but the guarded and tense silence
lasted several moments I know. Through it, and even with her hand still wrapped
around it, my dick started deflating like an innertube shot through by a load
of buckshot. I became kind of solemn myself after a few moments and thought for
sure this little party was over.

Suddenly, her face turned almost serious and had a look of staunch resolution
written all over it. I knew then, an important decision of some sort had been
reached inside her and she turned and silently looked straight into my eyes
again with those piercing and gorgeous super blues and said, "I want you to
shoot your sperm. But, I want to feel it inside me. I want you to fuck me."

Wow. My eyelids must have blinked ten times in one second and I'm sure the
shock I felt inside at that resolution was written all over my face. One moment
I figured it was just going to be yet another of a string of lost opportunities
I had seemed to be having lately with women, and the next I was jubilant beyond
belief. The bomb went off on me again this time, but it was finally going the
other direction for a nice change. I was very much relieved there wasn't
something really bad going on with her, but at the same time I still found it
pretty hard to hide my raw elation to those words she'd just uttered.

Knowing she was a virgin, I knew that must've been a very tough decision for
her, so I looked at her and put my arm gently around her neck saying, "Are you
sure that's what you really want?" then added, "Listen, you don't have to you
know?" trying to be sympathetic to her moral dilemma.

And, I have no idea why, but I kept babbling my sympathies almost as if I were
trying to talk her out of it... I didn't really want to change her mind, but I
felt like I was supposed to do that right then, so I added, "Really baby, what
you're doing right now is just fine with me..." I admit I said that with a lot
of guilt, because I couldn't think of anything I wanted more on the face of
this planet right then, not even air, than to be fucking this beautiful and
sexy girl-woman like crazy.

With a somewhat solemn, but honest and steady look on her face that showed
neither fear nor confusion, she said "I've been wanting to do it for a long
time now. I just didn't know how I was going to do it. I haven't been with any
boyfriend that I really liked, much less wanted to do it with and, I sure
wasn't going to just pick up some strange guy on the street." I couldn't help
myself, but even at the at the risk of blowing this golden opportunity I said,
"You mean like me?" and smiled hoping desperately I hadn't messed up by saying
that.

She smiled back at me and with an affectionate look on her face explained,
"Well, you don't seem like a stranger to me. I've watched you close from when I
first saw you. I knew you were a nice guy because I saw how boyish and shy you
became when I first surprised you earlier.. You didn't have that "wolfy" look
like most guys who look at me, and I knew right then you weren't the kind of
guy who would hurt me. Actually, you seemed more like someone who'd run like a
scared rabbit if I said 'BOO'." Then, she added, "Yes, Dee. You're the right
one. You're the one I want. Well, that is, if you will. Will you?"

Wow. I'm a rock solid kind of guy, but right then I almost cried. I know I
teared slightly, but needless to say, but I felt both huge sigh of relief and
lucky beyond belief at the same time. She had just honored me as a person, and
I was filled with a glowing pride like nothing I'd ever felt before. But, as
dreamlike as this seemed to be turning out for me, I also had this other
strange feeling coming over me.

I didn't say anything to her about it, but several years before, I had had a
horrible experience with a virgin that didn't turn out too well, and it was
making me feel a little guilty and "wolfish" myself right then. But, the
thought of losing this huge opportunity to fuck this very beautiful and
desirable young girl-woman who had just told me to my face she wanted me to
fuck her? Well, that certainly overrode any nuances of guilt I might have had
about it, so I just smiled at her and all I said was, "I'll be gentle."

With that, she smiled too, then stood up and in two quick moves, stripped off
her jogging shorts and top and stood there in front of me completely naked. My
Goodness Sakes, she looked like Venus herself, and I just gasped at the site of
her. I might have been drooling too, I can't be sure. She said, "Well, what do
you think?" Woweee. All I could do was just set there almost stupefied and gaze
dumbfoundedly at her exquisitely beautiful body. My, my. What a simply gorgeous
creature she was. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect.

Her hair was the colour of sunshine; silky and straight as it fell whispy down
each side of her head looking like a waterfall of golden strands that came to
rest comfortably and softly at the top of each of her beautifully shaped, but
slightly small breasts. Every inch of her young body was taut and firm. Every
wonderful curve and dimple looked as though it had been chiseled to within a
very close tolerance straight from a blueprint of the perfect woman. Her skin
showed every softness and suppleness of a plush velvet covering a sponge. There
was not a single aging wrinkle anywhere on her.

Tiny blond, peach fuzz-like hairs covered her whole body and glistened like an
aura around her angel-like silhouette there in the bright sunshine just behind
her. A thin line of them seemed to form from the spreaded masses in the center
of her chest between her beautiful, perfectly round breasts and traced a thin,
faint line down to her belly button where they circled and gathered their
numbers again below marching downwards, growing longer as they paraded until
they spread themselves out forming a beautiful, but small golden triangle
shaped bush. No razor had ever touched this delicious skin.

Even with her leg's together, a large gap at the top of her thighs let a
brilliant beam of sunlight through that painted itself squarely in the center
of my chest so bright, I could feel the difference in temperature around it. I
could see a tiny pair of pussy lips peeking out of her thin crack that seemed
to almost be saying hello to me. Damn, I wanted to just jump up and suck on
them that very instant, but there was much more of her to be savoured to be too
impatient right now.

Her wonderfully firm and handsized titties were to me, just perfection. Their
perky little pink nipples stood up and out like two sentries standing guard
over her mother's milk and I couldn't wait to taste them both. I was certain at
least something like these two beauties had given the M&M candy company their
model for those wonderful little chocolate munchies they make. And, I never
asked my mother, but I'm certain now that I wasn't a bottle baby, because
seeing those two gorgeous little firm nipples standing there before me had my
lips wet, and making little sucking motions just looking at them.

And her ass. Wow. She turned around and it almost took my breath away. It was
all I could do to keep from jumping up and just bending her over and nailing
her right then. But, I knew there was no rush, and I uttered my sigh of
approval out loud. "Mmmm, you're so fine baby, I could eat you like an all day
sucker." Yeah, I know it was lame, but it was all I could think of, but she
glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at me in approval, so I guess she
didn't mind the worn out cliché too bad.

Well, and also needless to say "sexy" in just one word, simply does not
describe well enough how delicious this young goddess looked standing there in
front of me. My eyes might have been fixed and gloating over her completeness
at the time, but I could feel my dick growing harder and longer by the second.
Even without touching her, I was rock and ready again within just a very few
exquisitely delightful, voyeuristic moments there.

I reached out to her and she turned and willingly came to me. I wrapped my arms
around her waist, placed my head gently down between her breasts, and just held
her there tenderly for a few moments in silence, listening to her heartbeat
inside. She put her head down resting on top of mine and her hands went down to
my back and rubbed there up and down softly. I moved backwards and with my
hands on her waist, eased her down to set beside me on the cot, then turned
slightly and pulled at her gently, guiding her down upon my chest with her head
lying on my shoulder. We stayed like that for several quiet moments.

Underneath her thighs, my raging hardon was pressed down and backwards.. It
almost hurt being pinned that way, but without my saying anything, I felt her
spreading her legs, and she moved one outside my own to accommodate the unseen,
but hardened stranger below. This let it spring up and forward, and although I
couldn't see it, I could imagine it pointing to within just an inch or so of
her golden hairs surrounding her beautiful crack. I was oozing copious amounts
of precum by then, and it was starting to coat the insides of her thighs making
them very slippery. My dickhead literally ached to move upward that last inch
and into her awaiting warm and wet crack.

She softly coo'd almost continuously, and I raised her lips to mine and kissed
her deeply and passionately for what seemed like minutes. Then, she pulled back
and again laid her head upon my chest and just held me tight, squeezing me from
both sides under my arms. I had been slowly humping upwards, and I knew she
could feel my steelhard dick rubbing against her upper thighs, so she moved her
other leg back over mine and put them together around my dick and slowly, and
wonderfully began to move up and down, humping me back, and jacking my dick
with her thighs. I could tell she was enjoying this because she kept up those
continuous "Mmmm's. " over and over as she rose up and down around my dick, and
moving backwards and forwards sliding herself on my chest.

I was enjoying this immensely too when she raised her head and said, "It's so
hard down there. but, it feels so good sliding between my legs like that."
Then, with a slight sound of concern in her voice she added, "But, are you sure
it will go in me? I'm not sure I'm big enough down there to let it go in. " I
didn't say anything at first, but just kept enjoying her slowly working her
thighs up and down, and back and forth around my hard cock.

After a few more moments of that, I said in the most reassuring way I knew how,
"Do you want it to go in?" With a certainty in her voice she said, "Yes. More
than anything I've ever wanted." I paused then added, "Well, baby listen. As
much as you want it, I want it too. but, we're only going to "try", ok? There's
no guarantee it will the first time. That is, it will without hurting you. And,
listen to me now. If it hurts you too much, no matter how much you want it, I
just couldn't do that to you."

She looked at me with a definite fondness and affection and said, "I know you
won't hurt me. It's ok." I then told her, "If it doesn't this first time, how
about we just don't worry about it and just enjoy each other, ok?" She looked
at me again, and I saw her beautiful super blues were all watery and glassy,
she said, "Ok, we'll just try."

I held her tiny waist with both hands and began helping her shift her weight
back and forth, and up and down on me. I was purr'ing right along with her too.
I could feel her velvety golden hairs meshing with mine each time she came
upwards, then feel them sliding across my lower belly on their way back down.
Her magnificently firm, but so supple small titties slid smoothly across my
own, back and forth and I could feel them getting warmer, much warmer than my
own.

She raised her head again, and our lips met closed, in a very long, slow, and
soothing kiss, then opening slightly and we tongue danced tip to tip for what
seemed like a very long time. It almost seemed like slow motion now, and
although my own urgency for release below was growing almost unbearable by now,
I could sense hers was too because she seemed to be squirming harder on me, and
moving faster now. I sensed her enjoying my dick sliding between her thighs
wasn't what it was all about any more. She was getting hot and horny for it to
be inside her, although she had no idea what that feeling was like. I had an
idea.

Now, I know a man taking a virgin pussy has been done lots of ways, but
probably the most common way is for a guy to just get on top of the girl and
find some way to stuff his hard cock up inside her the best way he can. That
hopefully doesn't hurt her too much and they both can get through it onto the
better feeling stuff. Well, with Lori being on top of me right then, it
occurred to me I could let "her" control the amount of pain she was taking, and
if she couldn't do it, then she'd never feel like it was "I" who was hurting
her.

I mentioned my previous bad experience with this. Well, I didn't want that to
happen again; especially for Lori, and I sure didn't want to carry another
guilt trip around like I had from that first time. Not permanently of course,
but I had really hurt that girl. Oh, she kept telling me she wanted it and to
go ahead, but I was never sure it really wasn't me that wanted it more at the
time and being inexperienced, I had ignored being gentle with her and just
plunged in and almost ripped her apart. I can still remember the sharp and
almost agonizing cry of pain that girl let out and for both of us it was
anything but, a pleasurable experience, or a pleasant memory. I just didn't
want this to be that way. Not for Lori. Or, me.

I stopped her moving, and gently rolled her over onto her side, then looked
deeply into her eyes. I had to know something. I had to see for myself if this
was what she really wanted, or if there was any inkling of doubt still there.
After just a couple of moments, I could see there wasn't. She said, "Will you
just fuck me now, please. I want to feel your hard dick inside me, I want to
feel what it's like. I have to know that. and I want to know it now."

That was enough for me, but I said, "Ok baby, I'll give it to you. but, not
just yet. Only when I know it's the right time. Please trust me. You'll know
when that is too."

With that I slipped down her beautiful hard body, kissing every square inch of
it as I went, until I came face to crotch with her lovely and now dripping wet
pussy. I said nothing, but just inhaled it and took in every savory morsel of
its slightly musky aroma, and for a few tender but, glorious moments I just
enjoyed that.

Then, I dove right in her crack with my tongue, licking up and down between the
outer soft folds of her pussy, slowly at first but, with a driving passion to
make her feel as wonderful as I could. Pausing to suck her small protruding
lips on either side, rolling my tongue in little circles in those long silky
curls beside and on top of her crack, then gently and firmly sucked and nibbled
her tiny clit as she squirmed and trembled with delight each time I came off of
it and licked her sopping wet crack, then shoving my tongue deep inside her hot
hole as it would go.

Each time I sucked her clit a little harder, she'd jump. Each time I nibbled it
just a little faster, she'd jump again. Soon I got the timing and rhythm just
right and reached up with my thumbs and pulled back her hood to expose the
little friend. I began flicking my tongue across it's barely exposed tip like a
vibrating whip, pausing briefly to suck it tenderly, but sharply as I began to
mesh with her own gyrating rhythms. I could feel a pulsing throughout her body.
Her breathing became shorter, deeper, more intense, and I knew she was fixing
to go off. I focused my tongue and moved it across her clit like a hummingbird
wing in flight against the tip of her button.

Suddenly, her hips bucked upwards sharply and she let out an almost soft, but
very audible, "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh. Oh, baby. Baby, yes." then followed an
almost emphatic, "Ohhhhhhhwwww." which just trailed off with each breath and
seemed to dangle in thin air for several moments. Her whole body locked up and
just trembled like a bed of leaves in a stiff wind. Her head rose with eyes
closed and she contracted in the middle, vibrating all through herself, and
with a look of almost intense pain across her face. But, I knew it wasn't pain
she was feeling. It was that most glorious feeling of ecstasy that only humans
can feel.

This lasted for several intense spasming moments, then with an almost relieving
sigh in one long breath and her body feeling almost as if it were deflating and
becoming limp, she let out satisfied sound of, "Ahhhhhhhhh." which itself, then
trailed off to a calming quietness. I felt her whole body become and loose and
soft, and she purr'd a continuous stream of, "Mmmmm's." oblivious to anything
around her. Knowing she'd made that trip to the top and now floated like a
feather in the clouds inside herself, made me very happy. She may not have
known it, but I was more happy than she was feeling right then.

I eased my tongue back and gently started licking the wet clumps of hairs that
surrounded her now superheated crack. Very softly and tenderly I kissed the
soft folds of wet skin all over her pussy, licking and savouring her delicious
juices that seemed to be oozing from her tender hole. Her total scent covered
my whole face and her deliciously musky taste coated my tongue. It was so
incredible I just wanted to savour every drop of her essence I could. I closed
my eyes and gently placed my head against her pussy. My nose nestled in her
crack, I just inhaled her wonderful aroma and relished as she laid all but,
perfectly still, save for her chest gracefully rising and falling.

I knew she was in a deep trance now, mystically floating in that world
somewhere even she didn't know was, but enjoying the quiet tranquillity of it
with no concern. I wanted her to enjoy that peace, so I laid there very still
for several moments. It was then I heard the first raindrops begin to plink and
softly splash on top of the tarp above..

They came slowly at first, then became more intense after the first minute or
so, but still very soft and very mellow sounding. I couldn't have thought of a
better background music for her to just coast with this glorious orgasm she'd
just had. No thunder was anywhere around that I could hear, but the rain was
steady, and played on the tops of the tarp and tent like soft music for lovers
as it plinked and twinked upon the heavy canvas tarp above. Together with the
distant sound of surf crashing and interrupting it like a drumbeat, the steady
pelting sounded more like a very soothing symphony to me. I hoped it did to her
too, for we were dancing to it already.

I eased myself up to both elbows, then slowly inched forward, kissing softly
every lovely little ripple in her taut, but silky smooth, felt-like skin as I
moved. Her skin was still, but it felt very much alive and warm. I traced my
tongue across the soft sheen of moisture that now coated her skin as I moved
across her velvety smooth stomach, stopping to kiss and lightly trace a circle
around her belly button briefly before continuing upwards. She seemed to be
back with the living now, and I heard her coo and moan softly as she made a few
very slight squirms to my touches.

The moisture on her skin was like a glazed icing on a beautiful cake I was
about to eat. And, I was hungry. Real hungry. Ever so slowly, I moved upwards,
licking up the tiny bee bees of sweat that gathered in dimples and crevices and
between her firm, small tits. I paused there to lightly and passionately suckle
each tender and begging hard nipple. She never stopped coo'ing softly as I came
to her neck, then she sighed a low almost guttural moan of something incoherent
but, it had a pleading undertone to it. I didn't ask her to repeat it, I knew
what it meant. I rested my cheek upon hers for a moment, then kissed her deep,
letting her know I was there, and that it was time.

She arched her back, then almost effortlessly bowed her hips upwards raising me
with her as she felt the rockhard head of my dick sliding quietly, but
insistently along her inner thigh and coming to rest in the soft, wet fur of
her warm mound. There, I pressed my weight down against half it's length upon
her, as if perching it, staging it for the invasion of her pussy soon to
follow. All it needed, was my command.. She breathed softly and silently, but
it was quickening with a great anticipation. She began quivering a little, then
pausing, then again several times beneath me now.

For a moment there I got the sense that she might be scared, but of course, I
knew she was scared a little. Every girl is right then. But, something else hit
me. Maybe she was having those last second, second thoughts and wanted to
change her mind. Quietly, she raised her gorgeous super blues to look into mine
and I knew right then it wasn't what I thought. Those eyes were pleading me
now; it was an eagerness to get on with it and that soft glow of ecstacy only a
few minutes before was replaced with something more frantic and urgent within
her.

But, I also saw a little bit of alarm in those eyes too just before she closed
them again, and I was feeling her hands gripping me tightly around the waist,
and her legs tightening behind my ass. I could tell now what she was doing. She
was actually "bracing" herself. As if making ready for some giant impact from
an asteroid or something. I couldn't help but, smile a little to myself and
felt compelled to say something to her right then to try and reassure her.

I whispered, "It's ok baby. Relax. It's not going to happen that way." But, she
didn't relax very much. I couldn't blame her much, she really had no idea of
what to expect, so it was natural. Her tightly clenched fluttering eyelids,
gripping hands on my waist, and her vise-like leg clamp around me told me she
was anything, but loose, and I also knew that there was no way it was going to
work with her doing that anyway. But, I had to smile in sympathy again, because
she was wearing that vulnerable, innocent, and helpless look frozen on her face
just a breath's distance from my own.

I softly whispered to her again, "Open your eyes baby. See me now." A moment
passed, then I saw her lids slowly start to crack open letting those super
blues peer back at me. They were wide, wondering, questions written everywhere
inside them.

As calmly as I could, I said, "Listen, this is for YOU baby. It's not about me
now. I want you, but you got to relax, or neither of us are going to enjoy
this." Of course, she had no real way of knowing it, but I had no intention of
just cramming my hard cock into her right then. Not even if someone had a gun
to my head and said, "Do it."

She winced a slight smile, then leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the
lips and I said, "Listen, think of the most wonderful feeling you'll ever know.
It's like a trip through the stars, only you never have to leave home. You can
wander through them all you want, and stay for as long as you like. I'm only
your Guide, not your Master. Where you go and how long you stay there, is
strictly up to you. Do you understand?"

She didn't speak, but I felt her legs relax around my waist, her hands
loosened, her arms moved beneath my own to around my back, and she gave me a
gentle squeeze. With one more slight smile, I saw her face suddenly change and
became more relaxed too. All she said back to me was, "Fuck me Dee. Fuck me
now. And, fuck me good. Because, I don't want to remember this any other way."

I just listened to her, "Now do me. I want you now and I can't stand it
anymore." As her words stopped, I felt her pulling herself upwards beneath me,
like she was trying to get the head of my aching hard dickhead off her mound
and down where it could get into her cock-starving, wet pussy.

Without a word, I held her firmly and started rolling over, taking her with me.
She looked puzzled at first, but went along and we shifted together to move her
back on top straddling me. I said, "Now, it's "you" who will make happen, what
happens, and how it happens. I'll help, but I want "you" to decide where "you"
want to go with this and how far "you" want to go." With a final thought, "I'm
here with you love, but I'm also here for you. So, just take it easy, and go
with what you're feeling. Everything will be just fine." She smiled slightly,
then leaned down and kissed me again, but the kiss was stronger than I thought
it would be.

I eased myself backward up the cot as far as I could get and she moved up
straddling me. My hard cock slid up between her thighs again and its shaft
rested comfortably nestled against her furry wet crack with it's golfball sized
head in her soft mound of golden hairs. I whispered to her, "Guide it to your
pussy with your hand.." She reached around and grasped my cock and blindly
placed the big head of it against her hole and began pushing against it.

I said, "Not yet, sweetie. Rub it up and down your crack until it's real, real
slippery." She started rubbing the head up and down and I thought I was going
to explode right there. It felt so hot, and so wet. But, I controlled myself
and she finally had it completely coated with her warm slippery juices mixed
with my precum, then placed it back between those beautiful short lips at the
opening to her super-heated pussy hole. Damn, it was hot down there. But, it
felt fabulous.

I told her, "Now, just ease back on it a little and start pushing it in your
hole. Not all at once but, just press on it until you feel how far it will go."
She closed her eyes again, but I didn't see any further need to ask her to open
them. After all, this is about feeling, not about seeing anything. I could feel
her heart pounding in her chest as she pushed herself down and back onto me,
and though I couldn't see it with my eyes, the heat of her wonderfully wet and
dripping pussy all around the head of my dick was so vivid and clear in my
mind. Wow, it was all I could do to keep from just plunging upwards real fast
and shoving it all up the way into her in one hard thrust. But, I knew better.

I kept telling myself, "This is for her. This is her day." So, I began pressing
forward a little as she pressed down, slowly, but firmly until she reached her
thin little inner barrier. I told her, "Now, feel that and don't just go
pushing on through right now. Pull back and in again slowly, several times,
until you get the feeling of how firm you are, and try to loosen yourself a
little more each time."

I'm not sure she needed that little tidbit of wisdom, because she was already
doing it. She was exploring her own limit each time my cockhead hit the little
wall and it seemed to slip in just a little further every time she came to rest
against it. Maybe, that was only in my mind at the time, but that's what it
felt like to me.

She never said a word during this "trial" run but, she kept working herself
down on me and back out over and over again several times. Even just that much
of her was so wonderful to me, but I could tell, she was slowly getting used to
it. I think she knew where the limit was too because I could see a slight wince
in her face whenever she bottomed out.

Each short thrust down on me, I felt her nails dig in like tiny daggers in the
skin on my sides, but that little torment was hardly noticeable to me, although
I knew there'd be marks later on. I was focusing on her gloriously hot and
dripping wet pussy that was trying desperately to impale itself on me, and I
was loving every second of it.

She seemed to be searching her tiny wall now for a weakness, but I knew and I
think she did too that there really wasn't one. I wanted no pain for this girl-
woman about to become a full woman but, her little door held steadfast in it's
attempt to prolong her youth and soon it became clear, at least to her, that my
big cockhead just wasn't going to go through there without some real effort.
But, she kept at it, easing back and in against it several more times when
almost like magic, I felt it give and seem to loosen a bit. I'm glad, in a way,
that I had closed my eyes right then because had I seen the wince of pain that
obviously crossed her face when it happened, that might have made me want to
stop her.

But, suddenly she raised up and looked around. Then, quickly pulled my hard
cock out of her and up off her knees she came putting her feet back down in the
sand on either side of the cot and stood there straddling me over my stomach.
With one hand on my chest, she grabbed my hard dick with the other one and
placed it back in her hole. I looked at her face and I could tell she was
silently crying a little and frustrated too. I wanted to just call it off right
then. I just couldn't take seeing her face in pain like that any more.

But, before I had time to think she grimaced a little, then I saw her bite her
bottom lip, spread her hips real wide, and then she closed her eyes. Without a
word of what she was doing, she suddenly just jammed herself down on my cock
with one big push. My eyes flew wide open and I think I said, "Awwwwww
Sheeeeee.itttt." with a huge gasp for air. Damn. I was certain it was sheer,
sharp pain for her, but on my dick that was such an incredibe feeling.

I heard a muffled sort of cry out loud as she suddenly broke through that last
bit of resistance, and she immediately collapsed back down on top of my chest
with her head on my shoulder, breathing hard and softly whimpering but, it
wasn't to me; it was to herself. I heard no crying or sobbing out loud coming
from her.

I knew it had hurt her, but she wasn't showing just how much to me. So, I just
held her tight like that and we didn't move an inch. I could feel her heart
beating fast and strong against mine, her breathing laboured, but it seemed
calm; almost relieved. For probably two or three minutes we just laid there
quietly, but down below I could feel at least four inches of my steel-hard dick
up inside her hot, vise-like pussy. It felt so incredibly wonderful to me, but
I knew it wasn't anything like that for her right now. I didn't dare move, but
I did twitch my cock several times inside her, so she could feel it there.

After a few moments, and without saying anything, the whimpering had stopped. I
felt her start moving a little. Slowly. Very gingerly. It was as if she was
testing to see if she was ok and it didn't hurt anymore. I guess it didn't,
because she started sliding up and down real slow on the end of my dick, not
far, and not too fast, but she never stopped moving.

I held her up in front of me for a second where I could see her face again,
then looked deep into those super blues for some sign of sadness, or regret, or
maybe even sorrow. But, there was none. I was glad just said, "Are you ok
baby?" and, she knew I meant it. To my surprise, all she said back to me was,
"Are you?". and I knew "she" meant it.

It as all done now. And, it seemed we were "both" ok with it. I was so happy
for her right then, at that moment. Our lips met in a very tender, and very
sensuous kiss that sealed the merger once and for all. I knew this was some
special little lady on top of me. Of that, I was most definitely sure.

I might have been half my length up into this new virgin love canal, and wanted
more than anything to make the full trip to the end of this lovely creature's
hot pussy, but I was giving her the McDonald's ride today. Letting her, "have
it her way". I was resolved to go wherever it was she wanted to go with this,
and whenever she was damned good and ready to.

I think she knew I was still a little timid about taking control and start
fucking her like crazy, so without a sound, she raised herself upwards to a
sitting position and placed her hands on my chest. She raised her tiny ass a
little and I felt my dick being squeezed by her wonderfully tight pussy as she
slid it back off my cock and out to her opening, then rocked back down again,
to about where it was before. I think she was getting her bearings, but I can't
be sure.

I saw a slight but, noticeable look of grimace come over her face again, and I
froze. Looking intently at her face to see if she might have been wrong to
herself about the pain, I saw her make another one of those instantaneous,
noticeable grimaces again, and then she just stopped still. I said, "What is it
baby? What's wrong?" She slowly opened her eyes, staring straight ahead for a
moment, then looked down at me.

In one of the most tender, but sexiest voices I think I've ever heard before,
she calmly and softly said, "Absolutely nothing is "wrong" baby. Absolutely
everything here is "right"." and as she was saying that, she was lowering her
incredibly tight pussy down the length of my hard cock in one tediously slow,
but methodical motion, all... the way... to the bottom. Wow.

Damn o' damn. That incredible feeling of her stretching the walls of her virgin
pussy like that in those last few inches around my cock was so fucking intense.
I groaned. Gasped for air. My eyes got so wide as she hit bottom, I thought
they were going to pop straight out of my head. Wow. How much more incredible
can fucking get than that? If I hadn't been in almost complete shock, I'd have
blown my heritage load right then and there.

She said, "Mmmmmm, baby. That feels so fucking good. I love how your hard cock
feels deep inside me. I want more. A whole lot more of this." Then, winked at
me. I was panting like her dog was earlier right then, almost out of breath,
but just in case she was wondering about "me" I said, "Oh yes sweetie, that's
wonderful!!

She paused for a moment, closed her eyes, then just totally relaxed her whole
body without moving.. She was feeling her pussy stuffed full of hard cock for
the very first time. I'm no woman, of course, but I can imagine how incredibly
intense that must feel for any woman. And, I can also imagine how she'd want to
frame that feeling in her mind for all time.

After a minute or so, she opened her eyes and looked at me again, smiled and
said "Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" and we both let out a little chuckle at
the same time. The rain overhead was steady, so was my heart, and I'm pretty
sure hers was thumping just like mine. There was no question right there, right
then, I was in love with this miracle of a woman goddess who had found me there
and was now making love to me. And, I wanted to frame "that" feeling in my
mind, and my heart, forever too.

Slowly she began to rise and fall, over and over again on my hard cock. With
each delicious stroke of her tight pussy up and down me, she was picking up the
pace. A little faster and faster as she started getting the hang of riding this
new fleshy joy-toy in her life. I was moaning a little, but I don't think she
even noticed because she started repeating herself out loud with every long
stroke, "Yes. Oh, fucking yes." followed by a long "Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmm. This is
fucking wonderful." Her tight pussy seemed to be loosening up a little as we
were fucking like mad now, and it was milking my cock for every ounce of
pleasure it could squeeze out of it.

Wow. All the sudden I was seeing this gorgeous young woman who had previously
seemed like such a soft, quiet, docile, and shy little girl now turning into a
real live fuck monster right before my (very approving) eyes. She... was...
rocking. A total fuck machine was riding my hard cock and was dearly loving
every sloppy second of it.

Never missing a beat, sometimes she'd say, "Damn, why haven't I don't this
before, it's so fucking great." then, just keep pumping her pussy up and down
on me like she was on some kind of life or death mission and this girl looked
very much like she wanted to live. I had almost forgotten about cumming myself
by this time, but I was right in the middle of a dream fuck and I just didn't
want anything to wake me up from that.

I couldn't tell if she came at all during that first wild fuck ride, at least
not like anything I'd ever known. She might have been coming in little doses
all along, but I can't be sure. I'd heard of some women who did that, but never
knew one myself. I do know her cockvise of a pussy stayed so slippery and wet
the whole time, I really didn't matter. I knew she was enjoying herself and
whatever she was doing was making her feel incredibly good and that was all
that mattered to me right then.

My hard cock was getting the most powerful pussy ride of it's life, but after
probably ten or fifteen minutes of that hard and fast, cock-pumping up and down
on me, she finally started to slow down a little. Still sliding up and down
with a methodical, but slow persistence, her super blues opening and closing, I
could see she was glowing with sweat all over her body.

She as wet outside now, as her pussy felt inside. She was breathing hard too,
but so was I so we both relaxed a bit. To now, she had surprised me at almost
every turn since I met her, and I was really getting curious to see what this
incredible woman was going do to me next. I started questioning too in a way,
if it was such a good idea to let her have the controls.

She finally came to an almost snail's pace of moving up and down on my cock,
and raised her head up to see me. She said, "Well now, I guess I've fucked you.
Your turn. I want to feel you fuck me now." Hmmm, she didn't have to twist my
arm on that one. I smiled, and with no further discussion on the matter, we
slowly started rolling over together, still firmly joined like one hot crotch
welded together. Holding my sides and with one quick motion, she slid snugly
underneath me and back over to the middle of the cot.

Wow, what a sight that was right beneath me was this incredibly gorgeous and
beautiful love nymph, just lying there with her legs spread wide around me, and
my hard cock planted half it's length inside her. I will remember "that" image
for a long... long... time. I hope forever.

She quietly at first, then louder as she went along, started pleading with me
saying, "Now fuck me baby. Like you said. Please fuck me baby. I want to feel
it so bad. Cram my pussy full of that long, hard cock of yours. I love it. I
love it soooooo, much. Come on baby. You want to fuck me. I know you do. Take
my pussy baby. Jam your hard cock in me up to your big balls. Do me baby. Just
do me over and over. Now, baby. Please. Fuck me like crazy. I want it. I want
it bad baby. Pleeeaasssee."

Wow. That was a very well done and chosen suite of most of those golden words
and lines every man wants to hear from a woman's lips, and "this" man was no
exception. It was definitely another part of the dream come true but, little
did she know, I hardly needed the prompting right then. But, I certainly did
enjoy it.

I eased backward a few inches, then in a few, and back out again until I was
perched at the opening to her hot, slippery wet love hole. Then, and almost
like she did when we first started, she closed her eyes and it looked like she
was bracing herself. But, "this" time she was spreading her legs wide with her
feet high in the air as she could get them and she gripped my sides with her
short, but sharp nails. Suddenly she got this intensely serious look on her
face and said, "NOW, baby. Shove it in me. Give it to me."

Wow, what an unbelievable sight. She was so fucking hot and sexy, most men
would've dropped their load right there. But, I looked at her and only said,
"Here baby, this one's for you." as I pulled back and just lunged forward hard
and fast with everything I had, driving my rock hard octo-pole of cockmeat
straight down into the depths of her bowels until my balls bounced off her
asshole and I felt the back wall of her incredibly soft pussy under her cervix.

For the first time since we started, I heard her moan almost painfully and say
"Ohhhhhhhhhh my god." For a second there I thought I "had" hurt her, but she
only gasped a breath and said "YESSSSS. Ohhhhhhh, fucking yesssss." As much as
it pleased "her", I thought it was the greatest feeling I had ever known when
my dick smashed against the soft back wall of her pussy. Well, besides that
first time with her on top of me, it was.

I could feel her gaining strength and I started to rare back, and just jam her
pussy with as much force as I had. She didn't wince one bit, but thrust back at
me almost as hard as I was into her. It was incredible, and each time I pulled
back to the mouth of her pussy, I gutted out an almost animal like moan of my
own, "Argggggghhhhhh." but, she just kept moaning loudly and begging, "Yes.
Yes. Ohhh god, fucking yes. More... More."

After countless pole length drives into her, I paused down deep to catch a
breath. She caught one too, but again started pleading for more cock. "Oh baby.
Baby. That feels so fucking good. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Fuck me
baby... Please fuck me... Fuck me hard and fast."

I knew it was time. It was time to ride this pony-mare for all she was worth. I
began stroking in and out of her overheated but, sloppy wet fuck hole with a
driving vengeance and passion now. Fucking her pussy harder than I even knew I
had in me before. My pace quickened, and her thrusts back at me were wild and
followed my every move like we some kind of well-trained, fuck-dance team. She
was definitely getting fucked now, and just like she wanted, only never knew
what she'd been asking for before. I was giving her meat. And lot's of it.

I began driving her hole with a mad fervor now, bouncing off the back of her
pussy with every long stroke and feeling that hardened knot at the tip of her
cervix with each pass tickling the head of my dick.. It was a lucky thing we
were on a secluded beach in a muffling rain, and miles from anyone with only a
dog to hear us, because this quiet little girl-woman was now bucking like crazy
and screaming out every imaginable fuck-passion word in the book and a few
even, I'm not sure "were" in the book. She was one incredible sex fucking
machine underneath me and a wild animal that only wanted to be pleased.

I slowed occasionally to work my dick from side to side, more to get my own
bearings and not lose the sensitivity in my now numbing dick, then I'd just saw
it back in and out of her hot wet pussy again, and again, and again. Her pussy
felt like a bed of hot coals with a jello coating, and my dick was blasting it
like a jackhammer working its task.

I slowed a little again, but this time to kind of catch my breath and let her
catch hers. But, I saw her eyes open, wider this time, and she stared straight
into mine with those super duper blues that always melted me, gritted her
teeth, and almost with a snarl, demanded. "Fuck me. You said, you'd fuck me
hard. Now, fuck me hard. Like you said. I want more. Do it. Do me faster.
Harder. Do me harder, damnit. "

Wow, could this REALLY be happening to ME, or was I just dreaming this? Well,
ok then. If that's what she wants, that's what she gets. Now, "I" gritted my
teeth and gnarled my lips together so I wouldn't accidentally bite them while
focusing on something else. Because this was fixing to get wild. She kept
saying, "Oh god, just fuck me. Please baby. Fuck my pussy hard."

I started ramming my hard cock in and out of her pussy like a madman. I had no
idea where I was, or what was going on. I didn't care. All I knew was that I
was power-fucking this incredibly beautiful and wild, sexy girl-woman harder
and faster than I ever dreamed possible.

It was truly unbelievable, but all she said the whole time was, "Yes. Yes. Yes.
Harder. Faster. Oh god, yes. Faster. Harder." It was crazy. It was fucking mad
crazy. It was wild-assed, animal crazy fucking. No. I don't think even real
animals do that. I don't think they CAN do that. It was all a blur.

Over and over again, all those tacky, but ever so sexy fuck-words just kept
pouring from her mouth almost in a continuous, unending stream. They were
driving me nuts. She was driving me nuts with that. She had me in some kind of
a wild, hypnotic fuck-trance, totally lost in wild fucking abandon. And, I was
loving every minute of it.

It just got wilder and wilder with every hard jam I made down into her tight,
wet furnace of a pussy hole. Me stuffing it for all I was worth and her just
begging for more. I was pile-driving her hot pussy with my cockmeat like
setting pylons on a bridge from here to the moon and there was always just one
more to do. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I was power-churning back and
forth with such raw pussy-pounding power, my dick looked like it was mounted to
one those wheel links on a train engine grinding wildly and trying to get the
damn train moving from a dead stop.

I actually thought I had finally met one of those mythical women I'd heard so
much about all my growing up life, but never really believe they existed. Yeah,
I know, I know. Every guy's heard the stories too. Yeah, those wild,
nymphomaniac devil-women who everyone's heard of, or knows someone who has, but
no-one seems to have actually ever met or slept with one personally. Nympho.
The word itself is an aphrodisiac to all men. They want to believe the
dreamlike fuck-monsters from hell really exist because they believe they might
get lucky some day and find one. But, like I said. No-one "really" believes
they exist, it's just great to think and talk about sometimes to keep the myth
alive.

But, perhaps the stories were true. Perhaps the myth had finally come true for
me. Perhaps the fates had finally smiled down on me this time. I looked down at
this gorgeous, warm blooded creature under me vacuuming on my cock and
wondered. Was she not of this world? Could this gorgeous, fuck-monster truly be
this stuff of legend? Well, I don't know, and really I don't care. To me she
was. Because now she wasn't pleading or begging anymore. She was demanding. No.
She was "commanding" me to fuck her harder, and fuck her faster.

Hey, I'm no quitter. Hard and fast she wants. Harder and faster she gets. I was
no longer concerned with hurting her, maybe a little about hurting myself, but
I was young, hard-as-nails, bullet-proof, and actually "wanted" to appease this
goddess of fuck. Now, "I" was on a life and death fuck mission that any good
soldier would love to have the opportunity to serve on.

I suddenly yanked my steelhard dick out of her wet dickclamp, and told her to
turn over and stick her ass high in the air. Breathing loudly and almost as if
hand trained by the mighty Fucklords themselves, she rolled over and bounced up
to her hands and knees and almost flew backwards to get at my dick again. So
fast it was almost like she didn't want to lose even a few seconds of having it
plowing into her hot pussy.

Grabbing her hips on both sides like a man possessed, I pulled myself up close
and stuck my dickhead back to the mouth of her waiting hot hole. She grabbed
the side rails of the cot for a support as I mumbled out to her, "Two can play
this fuck game baby. Now, "I" own this fuck-road of yours, and "I'm" driving
the fuck-truck." She didn't even flinch."Stick it in me now." she cried out and
damn, that's just what I wanted to hear as I took a deep breath and laughed for
a second. I heard her mumble something like "What's so funny? Fuck me. Fuck me
now."

I said, "Lori? Baby? You WILL be fucked now. Do you hear me?" And, without
another word I shoved 8 steelhard inches of cockmeat down into her hot wet
pussy as hard as I could and held it there at the bottom, wiggling my ass, and
tickling the back wall of her hot, juicy pussy. I was kind of silently cheering
myself on that one because I was just sure that was more than she had wanted
and she might have even winced a little if I could've seen her face.

Without turning around I saw her grip both sides of the daycot even harder,
rocked backwards, and started shaking her delicious ass right back at me. I
couldn't believe it. Then, she looked over her shoulder at me, and smiled.
"Damn, she's good", I thought to myself.

Now, I "was" possessed. I started pumping her cockholder pussy like a
jackhammer again and she matched me thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke, never
missing even a beat as we both pounded into each other over and over again. She
as fucking incredible. I even picked up the speed, cramming and jamming my hard
cock in and out of her wet pussy so fast, it was just a blur.

She was screaming wildly and moaning, but it wasn't pain, it was all pleasure.
Now I "knew" she was orgasming. Her golden hair was flying up and down, and her
pussy felt like it had turned to pure fuck juice. I lost track of everything
but, fucking her deliciously hot pussy. Reality was now the thing of dreams,
and time the furthermost thing from my mind. There was plenty of time for that
time thing later on. Right now, I'm busy.

Her pussy juices were flowing copiously now in a steady steam, like a busted
faucet that wouldn't turn off. And, as tight as her pussy was still around my
cock, it seemed to be getting deeper, or maybe I was getting shorter, or maybe
both. It didn't matter though, she wasn't having any trouble now taking me
right up to my balls, again, and again, and again. I was a pump, and she was my
well. I was driving into her so fast and hard, my dick started to get numb like
it had been shotup with Novocain. Probably just a by-product of the last two or
three thousand long strokes, but I can't be sure.

And, that sense of urgency I had earlier when we first started to bust a nut?
Well, that had been lost in the fury of the last twenty or so minutes of hard
and fast fucking. All I wanted to do right now was just pack this pussy full of
my cock as many times as I could, until I thought she'd had enough. I was
pounding her pussy with a vengeance... in and out... hard... fast... faster...
harder. My dick felt like an iron bar and her pussy was like a smelting
furnace. It was unlike anything I had ever known. Man Heaven. I didn't want to.
No, I never wanted to stop fucking her.

But, even the toughest cocksman alive cannot keep a pace like what we were on.
And, not even the horniest and toughest pussy made can either. We'd gone beyond
just making love to each other. For the last twenty minutes, we'd been truly
trying to fuck each other's bunz off and brains out. I guess I gave first.
Maybe I was finally seeing some of those stars I had missed last night in my
drunken stupor. I started to lose all my breath, and speed. I'm pretty sure her
cunt was pretty worn too, because as I started slowing the pace and rhythms,
she slowed with me this time and I could tell she wasn't pushing back at me
quite so hard. The fuckathon, per se, was over.

And, as expected when I slowed enough to feel my dick again, the feeling came
back to drain my balls. And, even though they were sore from bouncing off her
ass so many times, they still ached for release and I wanted to get it now.

I gripped both of her hips firmly, then almost by plan, I began taking long,
full-length slow strokes all the way to back of her pussy wall, then out again
until the crown of my dickhead touched her beautiful, but short pussy lips,
then back in again it went... she wasn't screaming now, but still moaning.
Almost a continuous stream of oooo's and ahhhh's and mmmm's. She was still
matching my long strokes and feeling my heavy balls packing themselves against
her pussy with each hard down thrust.

I think she sensed my motive and my driving madness right then, because she
started "coaxing" me now. She was talking to me. In a sweet, sexy, erotic way.
then it became more steamy and wanting me, begging me, asking for me to cum. I
heard her pleas rolling out at me and sometimes she looked back over her
shoulder and reached back to pull one of her beautiful ass cheeks apart,
spreading her crack even wider, so I could get to every inch of her pussy I
could find inside her.

That low toned, sexy voice was filling my senses almost as deliciously as her
pussy on my dick, saying, "Yes baby, that's it. That's it... Work your hard
cock in my pussy baby. Work it good. Mmmm, you feel so good inside my pussy. Oh
yes baby. That's it baby, that's it. God, give me your cum baby... I want it.
Spurt me full of your hot cum. Come on baby, give me your hot fucking
babyjuice. I want it now. Come on. Please... Work my pussy baby. Mmmmm. That's
so fucking good. Do it baby. Do it now."

The words were a song. Almost like a hypnotic potion for orgasm all by
themselves. My methodical long strokes started involuntarily pausing briefly in
the bottom of her hole, then continuing back and forth with an increasing
urgency to cumcoat the inside of this beautiful creature as soon as my balls
could dump their load. That was now the mission, and this mission was going to
be completed with no further delays.

I'm not sure I was all there when IT hit me. Everything was a buzz and blur. I
knew I was conscious but, exactly "where" in this universe I really had no
idea. All I remember was, I had just rammed my hard cock into her pussy as far
as I could go and was jammed tight against her ass, gripping her waist tightly,
and pulling it to me with both hands. Men do that I think from some inherited
prehistoric need to keep the woman from getting away right then. Like right. As
though she "wanted" to be leaving about then.

I was trembling wildly, spasming out of control, as my cock began spurting and
shot the mother-of-all-wads deep inside her bowels. Those thick, gooey streams
of superhot spunk were washing her pussy-cave down inside like a corner fire-
hydrant knocking kids over on a hot summer day. My body was one massive,
knotted-up muscle and tensed to within every extreme it knew.

As I was peaking, I let out a long low pulse of heavy breath, then a deep groan
so strong and forceful, anyone who happened to be hearing but, not seeing it,
would have surely thought I was in the mortal throes of a death pain. "Ohhhhhh.
Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. on the final strokes, then the final, "Ummmmmhhhhhhh.
Aaaaahhhhh." loudly and involuntarily roared off my lips as I hit the
bittersweet pinnacle of human ecstacy.

My somewhat gritty, almost animalistic sounds then trailed off to just a
continuous "Oooooo." and waltzed with the rhythmic pulses matching the slow,
spasmic cum-spurts shooting out the end of my cock at the bottom of her hot
hole. My spasming cock continued to pipe the rich, gooey, family load deep
within her dick-vise of a sperm-bank for several gloriously wonderful minutes.
I was definitely seeing stars.. I'm sure I did.

As my muted senses began to miraculously reappear, I could hear her coo'ing
again over and over almost with every breath she took going "Mmmmmm. Mmmmm.
Mmmmmm, baby. Mmmmmmm, so that's what it feels like? That was so wonderful
baby. I love it. I just love it."

I was purring right along with her too. My body was like warm jello. All my
strength seemed to have been sucked right out of my body like a it had been
lyposucked when I wasn't looking. I tried to stay perched upright for a few
more moments to just feel her hot pussy around my shaft, but I was fast being
not able to do even that. But, our purring together somehow synchronized and
I'm sure it must have been a site if anyone were to have walked up right then.
Both of us were total sweathogs. But, it felt so warm and we were both soaking
wet all over. inside and out.

I slowly lowered myself down onto her back, wrapping my arms around her and
holding her tits beneath her. I squeezed them gently, and rubbed my hands all
up and down underneath on her belly and back up to hold her small, warm titties
in each hand. Then, I just held her and we breathed together in a very peaceful
and very serene like way, listening to the gentle rain above, and far off waves
crashing the beach.. I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, my shrinking
cock half inflated inside her still very hot and now even more wet cunthole. It
seemed like a long, long, long time.

And, I'm not sure when we finally got that way, me flattened out on top of her,
but I suddenly found myself waking as if from a deep, deep sleep. Apparently,
she had laid down on her stomach and I had followed her, because I was lying on
top of her like a blanket propping my weight off of her on my elbows on both
sides.

My head was in the middle of her wonderfully warm back and facing out toward
the surf. As I slowly raised up to look around, I could see she had folded her
arms out to each side with both hands together making a pillow rest beneath her
cheek and her face pointing the other way facing the back dune. She was
breathing, but it was so soft and slow, it was hard to see her even moving at
all.

I could tell, she was fast asleep. It probably was only five minutes or so that
I laid there on top of her silent and still. But, I'm sure now, those quiet few
moments I lay there feeling her warmth, and her breathing softly beneath me
like that were the most pleasant and tranquil that I had ever known. I wanted
to stay there, but I my arms were all, but asleep themselves and I knew I
needed to get up and get all my blood circulating again.

I began to think of some way I could extricate myself from her without waking
her from her deep love sleep, but I knew there was no way to really do that. I
slowly, and very gently started raising myself on my hands and I heard her purr
again, very softly, "Mmmmmmm," and I knew she sensed me moving and was awake,
but still dreaming.

I continued raising up and she broke the silence again, "Where do you think
you're going?"

I sort of chuckled softly, and said "Well, remember that thing? You know, that
writing your name thing?"

"Yes baby. I remember."

"Well, I think it's time again sweetie."

She still had her eyes closed, but I could see her smiling and said, "Ok, but
this time I get to write my FULL name, ok?"

I laughed and said, "Sure baby, I feel like I have plenty. Probably enough to
do my own too." I had to add, "But, what pray tell would that name be Miss
Lori.?" She giggled slightly and opened her eyes a little. Then raised up on
her forearms, looked back over her shoulder at me, and grinned sheepishly.
"Melissa Loreili Renee Claudette Elizabeth Winifred Katherine Jamison."

Wow. I like, totally lost it right there and fell laughing my ass off down on
her back like a rock and flattened her back to her stomach. Her name wasn't
funny, but the gross volume of it was hilarious. And, she knew I'd laugh, she
expected me to. Then, we were both laughing so hard I almost cried. Finally, I
slowed up enough to say "What? Are you serious?"

She couldn't help but, chuckle again, and then said "Yes, I am. I was named
after the last six mothers in my family." Now people, go figure "those" odds
will ya? "Well", I said. "I guess I better be working' up an extra good pee
then. I think I have some beers left from last night. You feel like a cool one
too?"

She smiled, "I don't drink, but I'm trying to start. Yeah, let's have one." I
laughed and started raising back up again, when I suddenly realized we were
still connected. Great. I didn't even know it. but, it wasn't sustainable this
time. "No problemo," I said to myself.

I told her to close her eyes and lie perfectly still, that I had a little
pleasant surprise for her. She said, "Mmmmm, I love your surprises." with a
smile. She closed her eyes and I leaned way back and began very very very
slowly, pull my dick out of her still hot, but very wet pussy. No, it wasn't
fat and full now, but it was still long and deep inside her.

One delicious fraction of an inch at a time, I pulled on it. The procedure took
almost two minutes the way I did it. The whole time she was purrrrrring like a
warm full-fed kitten and making those soft "Mmmmmmm." sounds in slow repetition
as she felt my cock oozing and slipping backwards at it's snail like pace past
every little vaginal indention on it's way to the fresh air it hadn't tasted in
a long while. Just as it got to her pussyhole opening, I felt her squeeze her
pussy around me very, very hard.

I had no idea a woman could do that before then, but her pussy felt like a vise
around the head of my softened dickhead. I laughed, and told her, "You keep
that up girl, and I won't "want" to come outta there. Then, you won't get to
practice your pee-writing." She smiled and said "Well Ok, and slowly released
her grip, but not before double pumping me a couple of times as my dick plopped
out of her hole with a slight, but very obvious slurping sound.

As I got up and onto my feet, I could see the wonderfully wet clumps of silky,
but now very matted pussy hairs around her hole covered with my white, crusted
spunk cream. A slow, but steady dribble of pink cum was oozing out of her
steamy hole and running down her crack. Wow. To me that was so sexy and so
beautiful.

To my continued amazement about this beautiful woman, she reached back and
stuck her middle finger in her hole, swabbed it around a couple times, then
pulled it out, brought it to her lips, and stuck it in her mouth. Sucking and
licking the cockcream off her finger, she said in a slightly comical voice,
"Mmmm, not bad.. Not bad at all." then added in a more stern voice, "Next time
I want that in my mouth FIRST Mister."

Smiling and bowing I uttered, "Your slightest wish is my command, Me Lady.. It
shall be done." then, I strolled off looking for that beer cooler I had drug
somewhere off down the beach last nite. The rain had paused while we slept, but
I could feel the wet sand and taste the salt spray on the stiff wind coming off
the waves hitting me in the face. "It's good to be alive." I thought to myself.

"By the way." I said as I stopped briefly looking back at her. "What's your
dog's name?" Then turned to continue my way. I heard her call out. "L.B.". I
stopped again. "Oh yeah, what's that stand for? then, paused for the answer.
"Lover Boy!!" she called out in a loud voice. For a second there I laughed,
then kept going. But, a few steps on, I suddenly stopped again and with a
curious look on my face, turned around and looked back at her. She was grinning
ear to ear.

She didn't say anything, but I could swear there was this mischievous look on
her face, and a sly little, half-smile attached to her mouth. "Kewl!!" was all
I said from a distance and kept going. "Come here LB. Here boy." I overheard
behind me, and looked back to see the dog rise from his sand impression bed
he'd made and stroll over to her, sniffing, and panting as she affectionately
petted and rubbed his neck. I smiled again, and just kept walking.

EPILOG

All that was over thirty years ago. Lori stayed with me most of that day before
she had to leave, so she said, to report back home and check in before dark. We
spent that whole day together though, playing and swimming in the warm surf,
collecting shells, just walking the beach, and making love. Lot's of it.
Anywhere we happened to be, when the urges hit us. And, they hit us often. But,
there was a more passion and it was more easy going after that first time,
still intense, but each new time it seemed to be a little better than the last.
I swear, I didn't think I could ever get enough of that golden haired goddess
of a woman and if there ever were a match made in heaven, this one. I can be
sure of.

I never saw Lori again.

She didn't come back that night, but I thought that normal after her having
been away from home all day with me. That next day by sometime around noon, she
hadn't come back and I started to sense something might be wrong. I didn't know
what it was, but I was beginning to worry something might have happened, maybe
she "couldn't" get away to come back. I couldn't take the not-knowing part any
longer, so I jumped in the Beetle and drove to town to look for her, watching
carefully along the beach as I drove to be certain I didn't miss her if she
were there.

It wasn't until that drive to town it occurred to me I knew almost nothing
about her. I knew more about her intimately than I did personally. For some
reason that I still don't completely understand to this day, throughout that
whole time we spent together, I never asked her where she lived in town, or
what she did for work if any, or even if she had a phone number. She hadn't
mentioned anything about the rest of her family so, I had no idea who or where
they were to contact them either. Come to think about it, she never asked, and
I never even thought to tell her my own last name, where I lived, or even give
her my own phone number.

That last mile to town I became frantic and lost in my thoughts. I guess I just
expected her to rush back out to see me as soon as she could get away again. I
guess I just assumed she would be back and we'd pick up where we left off.
Damnit. What was I thinking? How could I have "not" been curious about her life
at all. How could I have so casually overlooked all those little personal
things about her? I felt like such a complete and shallow idiot right then.

In town, I looked everywhere, went by several stores, gas stations, and even
just stopped and asked strangers standing around if they knew her. I checked
the phone book and called the five or six Jamison's I found in the book. No-one
at any of those numbers had ever heard of her. In fact, no-one I talked to
anywhere knew anyone fitting her description as having gone to school, or
worked around there anywhere. I was scratching my head trying to understand how
a woman with "seven" first names and a younger brother with her last name still
in high school there could go unnoticed by so many people in a relatively small
town. It became kind of eerie in a way.

Despondently I ran out of possibles and finally gave up. I drove back out to
the beach camp, hoping beyond hope, I might get lucky and see her along the way
or find her there. But, I didn't and she wasn't there. And, there was no sign
she'd been there either. My heart literally fell out of my chest and I fell to
my knees in the sand along with it. For the first time in my life, I felt so
very lost. So very empty.

After a little while of moping around thinking about it, I realized there was
nothing else I could do short of just stay there and wait for her, but I had to
get back to work. Silently, I just gave up any hope I had of seeing her again
and packed my camp for the long drive back home.

When I was all loaded, I opened the door and started to get in but, stopped
there. I turned around to look back at the three dunes behind me one last time.
I saw the depression in the sand L.B. had left, and those four little parallel
lines where the daycot legs had been setting. I closed my eyes and thought back
seeing Lori's beautiful face smiling just inches from my own, her gorgeous,
piercing super blues looking into mine. I saw her still sleeping on the cot,
lying there so pristine and innocent, her body covered by the warm, glistening
sweat just after we made love that last time.

I opened my eyes again, and shook my head. With one bare foot, I cleaned off a
smooth spot in the sand there in front of me, then dropped my shorts down to
the sand around my ankles. Smiling openly, I grabbed a hold of my cock, and
with a low groan started pissing on the smooth sand I had just made. In my best
piss-writing, I wrote, "I LOVE YOU L." and ran out before I could finish her
name completely. But, it was plain and well stained yellow, "Should last a
while," I thought. If she came back soon, she'd see it. At least for a day or
two.

I hurriedly scribbled my "full" name and phone number on a small piece of paper
from the dash, and jabbed it under the sand note with a stick. I stood there
and looked at it for a moment, then turned and walked to the front of my Beetle
and stood for a few quiet moments and just stared out at the endless waves
rolling in and splashing on the beach. It would be dark soon, I was thinking. I
better be going.

With a shrug I walked back around and climbed in the Beetle. As I shut the door
and started the engine, I quickly glanced in both mirrors to see that nothing
was behind me. I drove away and never looked back again. It was the longest
drive I'd ever made back home.

I still remember Lori, and I remember that first beach nut I had with her. To
me, she was quite possibly one of the most beautiful women who've ever lived
that I shared a beautiful day with a long time ago. And, I still remember that
day like it just happened. I bring it back from time to time in full living
color, with every vivid detail about her and it that I can scrape out of my
ever-dimming memory. Mostly when I'm feeling a little nostalgic and lonely.
But, it all still seems like it was only a very, very lovely dream I had once.
that it never goes away. I won't let it. Not, like she did.

Oh. One last thing. LORI?

If, by chance, you ever stumble onto this little story about us before we're
both gone from this world. "I STILL LOVE YOU."

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