Ted jabbed awkwardly at the wet slit between her legs and cursed softly. "I can't get it in," he said.
"Oh, you boys are so helpless," she sighed, her hand sliding down between their bodies. She grasped his cock and guided the throbbing gristle into her cunt. The head went in easily and then stopped. "Unghhh!" she cried, "easy, honey, easy." The virginal membrane was a thin one and broke easily. She let out a sharp little cry of pain and felt him sliding smoothly into her pussy.
It was done; she was no longer a virgin. She was being fucked – only seventeen and being fucked.
The discomfort passed quickly and she pulled him closer, his cock sliding in deeper. It felt better than anything she had imagined, and she wondered why she had held him off so long. When he was completely imbedded, she wanted more, but there wasn't more.
"Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch!" she cried lustily, "fuck me hard!"
He fucked her ruthlessly, knowing he could only last minutes, anyway. The minutes went all too quickly and he felt himself emptying gobs of jizz inside her. He had a lot stored up, and he gave her all of it, milking himself sensuously against the slick-tight walls of her grasping pussy.
Eva knew that girls weren't supposed to come their first time out, but she came anyway, grunting and groaning and jerking. She was glad she wasn't a compulsive masturbator like some of her girl friends, because it made fucking so much better. She was glad, too, that she had held him off until tonight, because everything had its right moment, and this just had to be the exact right moment for her to lose her cherry. The subsiding ecstasy in her belly told her that.
Ted finally let his cock fall free and rolled off her onto her back. "Jesus, that was good," he said.
"Yes, I loved it." Eva said.
"You shouldn't have held out so long, honey. We could have been fucking all this time."
"I enjoyed it enough tonight to make up for all the times we didn't," she said. She sat up and drew her knees to her chest, hugging her legs. "Why don't you get us a cigarette."
Ted grumbled good-naturedly and went to the car. He returned with two lighted cigarettes. Eva took one and sat puffing contentedly.
"My folks aren't expecting me home early tonight, do you think we could do it again?" she said.
"You really liked it, didn't you, baby?"
"Yes, I really liked it." She rolled over against him and took his cock in her hand. "You're all sticky," she said.
"I'm all sticky from you." Ted grinned.
"And you'll be even stickier before I finish with you, mister," she said with a giggle, her hand pumping at his flaccid prick.
They drank the rest of the beer and smoked another cigarette before Ted decided that he could do it again. He stood on the edge of the blanket and took a much needed piss. Eva came up and slipped her arms around him and held his cock while his piss arched out into the darkness. When he finished, she pressed her pussy against his back and caressed his cock until he was hard.
"I want that hard cock in my cunt," she said.
They fell back onto the blanket and he moved between her open legs, getting inside her without any help. His hard cock sailed easily into her depths. She was a little sore at first, but the deep, gut feeling of a cock in her cunt soon made her forget any pain. She moaned and undulated with his eager thrusts.
"Take it easy, honey," she said, "make it last the rest of the night." Her legs went up around his back. "Oooooh, that's good… don't stop… do it, do it… fuck me, baby, fuck me and make me squeal. I love it, I love it!"
Ted lasted longer this time, and they were both covered with sweat when he began to come. Eva had already made it and lay grunting and panting when his jizz started squirting. She came again when she felt his cum filling her and somehow knew that her desires would not be easy to fulfill. Her pussy was beginning to sting, and yet she didn't want him to stop.
"I'm a wanton," she moaned unintelligibly, "and I'll never get enough. Fuck me, Ted, and never stop!"
But he did stop. He stopped and pulled out. "God, Eva, I'm all fucked out," he groaned, falling limply onto the blanket beside her.
Eva lay back and let the tingly feeling seep out through her pores. She knew her mother would scream and rant and rave if she ever found out and probably get hysterical, but she had liked it, more than liked it, and knew that she could no longer control herself now that she had screwed. They would fuck again, and she knew it. But so what, she thought, we're in love, we'll be getting married in a year or so.
But they didn't get married in a year or so. Ted went to college in the fall and when he returned for Christmas vacation it was over. Eva didn't know it but Ted did. She had remained faithful, a high school girl in love with her first boy friend, while Ted had moved on. He had outgrown her.
Eva was heartbroken. She nursed her heartbreak with a vengeance, avoiding dates with boys like the plague. Her senior year in high school was a misery. She didn't date and she didn't get fucked. She wanted very much to get fucked, but it took a boy to fuck her, and she hated boys. Ted had taken her cherry and spent three idyllic months fucking her almost nightly. She wished now she hadn't taken the pill and had gotten pregnant; he'd have had to marry her then.
She never admitted that during that wonderful summer she had looked at other boys and wondered what their cocks looked like and how they would feel rammed inside her tight, cock-loving cunt. No, that was a memory erased by the thought of how Ted had stolen her virginity and then cheated her, dumped her on the ash heap of love after he had gotten what he wanted. Of course what he had wanted was also what she had wanted. She dreamed all day of when it would get dark and she could engulf his cock, suck it up into her cunt and devour it with greed and lust. Of course, she conveniently forgot all this when the rotten bastard jilted her.
Her mother worried but her father was relieved when she wouldn't go out. He knew what young men were after, and his daughter was a beautiful, over-developed girl. Even he could see that, and if she didn't go out with boys, it stood to reason that they couldn't get in her pants. Her mother was sure she would be an old maid, a miserable old maid.
And then during the summer vacation after she graduated, while trying to decide on a college, she met John. He was just right for her: ten years her senior, a solid citizen, already established, and ready to settle down. Her parents were delighted.
And when she married, she never admitted she was still on the rebound.
CHAPTER TWO
Eva Goodwin was the talk of the town. Though not from a poor family, she was definitely not of the social register, and to land John Richardson was a fantastic stroke of luck. John, at twenty-nine, was a junior partner in his father's prestigious law firm. They were wealthy upper crust people, not usually given to mingling with common folk, yet Eva's marriage to this man of substance was now less than two weeks away.
Eva steered her car into half a parking space in front of Janice's house. Janice was her best friend and Eva knew that when the girl called and asked her to drop by her house, that it was for a surprise bridal shower. On the way to the door, she practiced her best actress's face, knowing there was no way she could feign surprise.
The surprise that Eva was so sure she could never carry off was there, nonetheless, written all over her beautiful young face. It came from the sight of her future sister-in-law, because her presence at a gathering of the common people was a shock, but her condition was an even greater shock. No one in their right mind would ever expect to see Nina Richardson Price in this condition. She was pregnant. God, was she pregnant; she looked like she had a basketball under her dress.
The last time Eva had seen Nina was almost six months ago, the night she had been invited to John's parents' house to break the news of their engagement. She had looked so tall and slim and athletic that night, and now she looked so… so like she had swallowed a balloon. She was still beautiful, though, probably even more so, Eva grudgingly admitted.