As I grew older, I could hardly fight the boys off. During my teens, you had to sweep them off the doorstep. And having already lost my cherry, well, I used sex to my advantage. The problem, however, was that my best intentions seemed to ricochet on me, and invariably I was the victim instead of the victor. For instance, during my junior year at high school, I'd gone to a private co-ed camp during Easter vacation, and I'd taken a shine to one of the guys, but he was terribly shy of girls. He'd look at me longingly whenever we were anywhere near each other, but he'd never say a word to me. I noticed that he wasn't so shy with the homely girls. So I confided in one of my camp girl friends that I liked Bill, and what the problem was.
"Well, you certainly can't make yourself ugly just to please Bill," she said philosophically. "If I had your looks, I wouldn't even bother with him. He's not very bright, you know."
"But he's sweet," I explained, too embarrassed to tell her that I adored his velvet brown cow's eyes, his innocent expression, and the fact that he wasn't always making wisecracks or lewd remarks to me like the other boys did.
"Then you'd better just ask him yourself. Don't wait for him to talk to you first. Just go up to him and say, 'Hi, Bill, I'd like to get to know you better, let's go for a walk.' Then see what happens."
Well, that seemed like practical advice. So I did it the following morning. Bill seemed too surprised to object when I took his hand and led him away from the center of the camp, down the hillside, through the thick underbrush toward the small lake where we were all warned to stay away from unless we had a counselor with us. But Bill followed me meekly, his sweaty hand in mine, until I found a nice big shade tree where we could sit down and look at the lake. Almost reluctantly, Bill came over and sprawled out next to me, his eyes glued to the top of my blouse. I'd deliberately undone the top buttons so he could see right down to my bare breasts, I tried to tell Bill how much I liked him, how nice I thought he was, but all he did was keep staring right down my blouse, and shaking his head. I realized that I wasn't getting anywhere at that rate and that I'd just have to continue to take the initiative. So I leaned forward and kissed him right on the lips. He didn't move, made no effort to embrace me or anything, so I brought my body up against his. I'd not worn any underwear at all, so. I could feel his limp prick against the thin material of my shorts.
I began to squirm against his cock as I kissed him, wrapping my arms around his, neck, and I could feel his dick reacting. Spurred by this, I leaned over and stuck my wet tongue in Bill's ear, rubbing my cunt against his groin, Bill seemed to be immobilized with indecision, yet his reaction was unavoidable. I kept right on kissing his ear, and then I took his head between my hand and placed my mouth on his. I stuck my tongue past his lips and inside to wind around Bill's tongue. From the way he reacted, I had to assume it was the first time he'd ever been frenched. He was such a sweet boy, so innocent that my reactions were almost automatic. I was so terribly grateful to him for being the way he was… can you understand that? When you're used to one type of boy, and suddenly you run into a guy who isn't on the make for you… well. Anyway, I rolled off Bill's lap, and started to unbuckle his belt. He started to protest, but I soothed him. "I want to make you happy, Bill, I won't hurt you – honest."
I cautiously worked his zipper down while bringing, my body up so that I was kneeling on either side of him, straddling his thighs. Even though I wasn't totally exposed, I knew that he had a great view of the fullness of my breasts. In that position, I also knew that he'd be able to see my pubic hairs, to see that I had nothing on under my shorts. Bill neither tried to stop me, nor helped me. When I finally had his fly undone and had pulled out his penis, I let out a low moan of appreciation. I held it very gently, not wanting to frighten him off, and just gazed at it in admiration. It was a beautiful cock.
Watching me intently, Bill's breathing was ragged – he seemed scared out of his wits and fascinated at the same time. I smiled at him reassuringly, then slowly brought my head down to the glans, and ran my tongue over it a couple of times, licking at it. Bill moaned incredulously, but his penis bobbed straight up into the air as if straining for more. The sight of his magnificent whang, and wanting to please him… well, I was pretty damned hot for him by then. I watched his big prick as it stood up out of the mass of curly black pubic hair, thinking how lovely his hair would look against my red pubic hair. I stared at his cock for a few more seconds as it bobbed and arched for more kisses, seemingly independent of Bill's conscious thoughts. I assumed, from the way he was behaving, that Bill was a virgin, and that endeared him to me even more. Swiftly, I scrambled out of my clothes.
I reached inside his pants, down between his hot legs, and gently played with his balls, grinning at him and blowing little kisses at the knob of his cock. His balls were like roasted chestnuts in my hand, firm and hot. Then I took his cock in my other hand and began to kiss it, all the way from the bottom of it right on up to the top, where the little hole is. Kissing and licking, and squeezing it with my hand as I went along, and all the while bouncing his balls with my other hand. Bill's breathing was very rapid, and he moaned from time to time, his hips squirming against the grass. When I was certain that his cock was really hot and hard enough, I kissed him again and then raised my hips up directly above his prick, and slowly brought my snatch down onto his anxious cock. I lowered myself on the tip of that big knob, but didn't stick it inside my vagina. Instead, I worked it around my wet pussy, teasing both of us and letting him feel how hot and ready I was, too. Then I gradually and carefully started to lower myself down on his rigid cock. It was divine! I couldn't help squealing with the sensations his cock gave me as it slowly wormed its way inside my cunt.
No guy had ever let me get on top like that before, and I was enjoying the experience. Not to mention, of course, how great it was to be with a fellow who wasn't mauling me with his hands, or putting all of his weight on me uncomfortably. As for Bill, I don't think he was thinking anything. He was only feeling. He had a huge, hot dong that was getting fucked for the first time, and my twat was nice and tight around his stiff cock. Then I began to ride him slowly, easily. Up and down, up and down, feeling the head of his cock stretching my hole sweetly, nicely and snugly as I wriggled my ass to keep his pecker in constant motion. I was so hot myself that I barely noticed how Bill was sweating, how red in the face he was. We were two healthy people doing what came naturally. Bill began to raise up his hips to meet me, to pump that lovely meat of his into me and help me out. I suppose that by then Bill was so hot that nothing was going to interfere with getting his rocks off.
Now that Bill was helping me, shoving his cock up into me, I was able to position myself differently so that each time he pushed his whang into me, I could ride my clitoris along the surface of his cock. It also enabled me to let my breasts drape across his face, the hardened nipples knocking at his lips for attention. That turned the trick for me. Feeling that big, burning shaft of his sliding in and out of me, and having my clit ride it, too, feeling the hot slime of his cock teasing my button, being surrounded by country smells of clean earth and foliage, hearing the lake's little waves lapping at the shore – it was a fantastic experience. My pink nipples had shriveled up to nubbins with sensation as his big cock was hitting against my cervix – I was really going wild!