I became friendly with a number of the women that worked in the
back, as accountants and data entry operators. There was one women in
particular that made my blood boil the minute I saw her. She was
about 27 years old, black hair and green eyes. She was thin, and her
breasts fit her frame being on the small side. I got to know
Stephanie over the next week, having lunch with her and some other
employees. I found out she had been married for a year when she was
21, but could’nt handle being tied down to one person. One afternoon
I called Stephanie into my office, and asked her if she could stay
late one night as we had estimates to get out and the other data entry
operators could not stay. She agreed to stay the next night. As she
walked out the door, I asked her if she wanted to have a drink after
work, she did’nt answer, she smiled at me and said
“No..I can’t..but if you stay tommorrow night..we can”
“okay…I’ll se you later”
I watched her ass walk down the hall, her grey skirt clinging to her
hips, her bra straps visible through the back of her blouse.

The next day while I was back in the supply room, Stephanie
walked in.
“We’re still on for tonite are’nt we..?”
“of course..I would’nt give up a drink with you..”
She started blushing a little, her cheeks becoming red, she looked
better today than the day before. She was wearing, black skirt, slit
up the back a grey blouse that fit her snugly, black stockings and
heels. I drank in her beauty, as she left th e room.

After everyone had left, I went back to check on Stephanie, she
was busy punching away at the computer, as I entered. I snuck up
behind her, trying not to think about what I wanted to do to her
later.
“how long do you think you’ll be..?” I asked.
“oh..how long have you been here..you startled me”
“not long..sorry about that”
“I should be done in about an hour”
“okay I’ll be back in a bit”
As I walked back to my office I could’nt stop thinking about
Stephanie’s legs, they looked so good wrapped in those black
stockings, so smooth and silky looking. After 30 minutes I went back
again, this time announcing my presence, Stephanie was twisting her
neck, like it was stiff. I put my hands on her shoulders, looking
over them at the screen. I did’nt know what I was looking at, but she
thought I did.
“I’m almost done..jezz I could use a drink”
I started rubbing her shoulders, massaging them lightly at first, then
increasing the intensity.
“uhmm…that feels good..your have a good touch”
I was looking right down her blouse now, as she continued punching in
whatever it is you punch in. Her breasts encased in a seethrough
white bra, her nipples visible. Her tits were lovely, not big but
the kind that curve upward like a half-moon. I started rubbing her
upper arms, and then up to her neck, running my hands under her hair,
up the sides of her neck. I thought I heard a low moan, and then
glancing down confirmed it, her nipples now were hard, pressing
against her bra, they looked delicious. Stephanie had kicked off her
shoes, and was rubbing her feet together. A few minutes later,
Stephanie announced she was done.
“There all finished..thank god..and if you don’t stop doing what
you’re doing we’re never going to make that drink”
I did’nt know if she meant she would’nt go with me or if we just
would’nt go to the bar. So I rubbed harder tracing the outline of her
ears lightly. Stephanie answered my question for me, she swiveled
aroubd in her chair, put her hands on my crotch and squeezed it
lightly, she rubbed it through my pants, causing it to rise up. I
reached down and ran my hands over her tits, feeling her nipples swell
tthrough the thin material of her blouse. She quickly unzipped my
pants, pulling my cock out, l icking the head, lapping at it like an
ice cream cone.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this so be patient”
It did’nt take her long to remember how, she was running her tongue up
and down the shaft, making sure to lick and kiss the underside of it,
her hands jerking it back and forth. I was busy unbuttoning her
blouse, I could only get one or two buttons undone since she was kind
of crouched over sucking me. She took my whole length in her mouth,
her green eyes looking up at me, sending shivers down my spine. I ran
my hands through her hair, enjoying how well she was sucking my cock.
After ten minu tes I stood her up, kissed her deeply, pulling her body
close to mine, she moaned softly. I ran my hands over her ass,
slipping it in the slit up the back of her skirt, feeling the
silkiness of her stockings. I sat her on the desk, finished unbutto
ning her blouse, when I parted the blouse open I was in heaven, her
tits looked so good being squeezed in her white bra. I traced the
outline of her tits as I continued kissing her, moving down her neck,
to her shoulders, I was pinching her nipples, twisting them in my
fingers.
“oh..uhmm..”she moaned softly
I slid the fabric of her bra over her tits, her nipples red as
cherries, she was still rubbing my cock, running her hands up and down
the shaft. As I glanced down I noticed garter belt straps and the
tops of her stockings, My hand instantly slipped to her thighs, her
legs parting a little, the heat from her cunt was intense, as I ran my
hand up and down her legs. My hand found its way under the straps of
her garter, and as it moved upward I could feel the bottom opf her
panties. The lace, tic kled my fingers, as I slowly ran my fingers
across her panties
“boy are you wet”
“I know it started when you started rubbing my shoulders..Uhmm”
I pressed my fingers against her cunt, rubbing up and down, herhips
started moving with my fingers. I hiked her skirt up higher, slid
her to the edge of the desk, my hand still working on her cunt, her
juices soaking her panties, when I moved foward to her, she looked at
me
“What are you doing?”
“just relax..”
I pulled her panties aside, her cunt hair trimmed neatly, her pink
folds shiny wet, I slid a finger in her, my thumb coming to rest on
her clit. I took my cock with my other hand, and guided my prick into
her cunt.
“no..no..I can’t..its too soon”
I just rubbed her clit harder, muffled her with a kiss, and slowly
slid my cock in. She was like a vise, gripping my cock like I might
get stuck.
“oh..oh..uhmm..feels so good”
I started stroking in and out, slowly at first, her stcoking clad legs
over my hips, her lace panties rubbing over my shaft with every
stroke. I looked at her, her tits hanging out of her bra, her green
eyes liting up the room. She was rubbing my c hest now, pinching my
nipples, she then bent foward and started kissing them. I increased
my tempo, pumping her faster now, she grabbed me by the neck and
scooted foward pulling me into her deeper. She was biting my nipples
now, moaning a deep thro aty moans.
“oh..oh..it feels so good..its been soo long..so long”
I felt the cum building in my balls, her cunt was squeezing my cock
tightly, her hips bucking up to meet my every thrust. We were fucking
so fast and hard her whole body was sliding back and forth on the
desk. As I looked at her her eyes were close d, she was biting her
lower lip, and I felt her cunt convulsing, I knew she was cumming, her
insides heated up, and hwen they did I expoded into her, pumping globs
of cum up her cunt. As I pulled out of her, the last of my cum shot
out on the top of her panties. I slid my hands up her back, and held
her close to me.
“that was great…you have’nt lost a thing”
“your the first since my divorce”

We cleaned up a bit, and said goodbye in the parking lot. I
later found out she was only 22 just out of college and had been
divorced for only five months. We spent many late nights after that.

Her body is at right angles to mine. I can’t see what she is doing, but I can
feel it. I feel her breath on the hairs of my leg. Hovering over my penis,
she gingerly touches it with her fingertips; rolling it over to inspect the
underside. My penis lies there, limp, against my leg; not yet responding to
her attention.

She once told me how curious it was that something so small and soft could
become something so large and hard. And how she delighted in holding and
sucking on my limp cock and feeling it grow in her hand and mouth.

She continues her inspection – lifting and looking, tracing the veins, feeling
for the bumps and ridges that give her such pleasure. Moving closer, she
places a gentle kiss on the head and watches for a reaction. (It takes all my
concentration to prevent an erection) Seeing none, she kisses the head again
and follows with several kisses along the shaft. As she continues to fondle
and kiss me, I can no longer resist and I respond with the beginning of an
erection.

She moves even closer, directly over my member, and places the head in her
mouth. She begins to gently suck on me and my cock grows steadily. At this
early stage she can get the whole thing in her mouth. She rolls me around her
mouth, licking with her tongue and sucking ever stronger. My cock swells and
rapidly fills the available space, pushing against the back of her mouth and
beyond the ability of her lips to contain me.

With my erect penis filling her mouth, she adjusts her position under the
sheets and is now kneeling at my side. Once comfortable, she begins sliding
her lips up and down my shaft. Surely she must realize I am awake, but she
continues to concentrate on my erection. Gripping my hardness with her lips,
she travels the length of my cock, pausing occasionally at the peak to swirl
her tongue around the head.

Holding my prick at the base, she removes her lips and begins licking and
kissing the sides. She places her hand on the top of my shaft and slides her
tongue along the underside, matching her tongue strokes with her hand.
Cradling my cock in her hand, she closes her lips around me; running along the
length of my cock as though it were an ear of corn. Her hand closes around the
stiff rod and strokes in time with her lips.

Returning to the head, she swirls her tongue around the crown and dives on my
erection to maintain its firmness. The action of her lips, mouth, and tongue
now have my full attention and I can no longer resist. I begin to rotate my
hips upward into her grasp, formally notifying her that I am awake. I push
back the sheets just as she is again stuffing my cock back in her mouth.

She releases her lip-lock on my throbbing member but continues stroking. “Good
morning” she says. “Did I wake you?”

I don’t bother to answer and reach for her body. Sliding my hands down her
back to her buttocks, I cup the soft roundness of her cheeks and dip my
fingers into the valley between them. Following the natural path established
by her body, I arrive at my destination to find her well lubricated. Upon
feeling my fingers, she raises her ass to offer free access.

Using subtle hand signals, I pull her body around so I can get at her, raising
her leg and maneuvering underneath her. There, staring me in the eye, is her
treasure chest. I gently pull her down onto my face and open the lid with my
tongue. I begin licking her morning dew and searching for the buried treasure
within.

Her hand closes around my cock as my tickling tongue lashes out at her. She
presses her body down onto my face and I dip even farther into her. She
returns her mouth to my prick and we engage in some mutual munching in the
morning.

I begin to concentrate my actions on her clit, attempting to bring her to a
level of excitation equal to mine. She rotates her hips on my face and mouth
to direct my attention to the appropriate areas. Each time I hit the mark, she
responds by gobbling my root and squeezing with her lips and hand.

I reach for her breasts and cup one in each hand; gently squeezing, fondling,
and rolling their fullness. I catch the nipples between my fingers and tease
them into erection. Stroking, rolling, squeezing, teasing; my hands continue
manipulating her breasts as I eat her.

She is now supporting her body with her hands, using only her mouth and lips
to excite me. I have grown as full and hard as I am going to get. Her hair
bounces lightly as she continues plunging up and down on my cock. At the
other end, I am lapping at her gash and nibbling her clit.

She pops my prick out of her lips and rolls onto her back, pulling her
sweetness from my mouth. She turns her body around, placing her head on the
pillow, and spreads her legs in an open invitation. Not one to miss an
opportunity, I move between her legs. Her sexual lips are slightly spread and
pouting. The dew from within coats them and they glisten in the sunlight. As
she pulls her knees up, her lips open wider. She reaches for my cock, guiding
me into her warmth. I enter easily and as we press our bodies together our
lips and tongues meet.

Her kisses are always so expressive. Even a routine kiss goodbye is an
adventure. Whenever we kiss in passion, our tongues meet and exchange mouths.
It is little wonder that we usually end up in bed when we kiss. When we make
love, our kisses match our movements, adding to our excitement. Today is no
exception. Each time I push my prick into her pussy, I toss my tongue at her
tonsils; every time she rotates her rump at my rod, she licks my larynx with
her lavalier.

Sliding my cock in and out of her sheath, I sense she is nearing an orgasm.
With each probing plunge she gets closer to the edge. Her sleeve grips my
shaft as she comes and her hips grind up onto my member. Our lips disengage
as the orgasm rolls through her body. She presses her loins tightly against
mine, pushing her exploding clit onto my prick. Wave after wave of bliss
rockets through her entire body.

Her orgasm only serves to entice me into more action and I continue plunging
into her. As the first climax begins to subside, I sense the beginnings of a
second and she pushes her pelvis even harder against me. I direct my cock into
a position which puts it into better contact on her clit. With each stroke,
her next orgasm builds and she soon comes again.

I wait until her shuddering ceases, then withdraw from her quivering quim. I
pull her over onto her stomach and she raises onto her knees. I point my
pecker at her slit and press forward, sinking fully into her depths. With
each thrust I pause to rotate my prick inside her sleeve. She reaches down
between her legs to massage my balls as they slap against her clit.

Her fingers are coaxing the cum from me and she tickles my tool as we fuck.
Gripping her buttocks, I hold her steady as I glide in and out of her. Her
fingers find her clit and she begins to aid my efforts for her third orgasm.
As her climax builds, she tilts her hips to apply more pressure on my cock. I
can feel the sap rising from my balls and begin driving harder into her.

Pushing deeply into her body with each stroke, I go after my own pleasure
release. She feels my balls begin to tighten for their launch and she gently
supports them as the rocket is loaded. My explosion begins and jet after jet
of cum spurts into her. Feeling my cock twitching in her love nest takes her
over the edge and she comes again.

I pull out of her when my prick has emptied its contents into her container.
She quickly spins around and stuffs my dwindling prick into her mouth and
begins licking and sucking. Her action keeps me hard and I maintain a useful
erection. She rolls me onto my back and continues administering mouth to cock
resuscitation.

Satisfied that I am not going to go soft on her, she swings a leg over my
midsection, slips into the saddle and begins riding. She starts with a gentle
trot, rocking back and forth on the horn. As she rocks, my prick slaps inside
her. She places her hands on my chest and leans forward, trying to increase
the feeling on her clit.

Without losing contact, she turns her body around and faces away from me. As
she rocks on my cock, her clit slides along the shaft and another orgasm
builds. She reaches down and fondles my balls as she fucks me. With each
forward motion, the palm of her hand rubs her love button and adds to her
pleasure.

Reaching from behind her I massage her breasts. Her nipples are fully
extended and press into my palms. She leans back but discovers this decreases
the intensity of our contact so she leans forward, supporting herself by
placing her hands on my knees, and presses onto my pole. She raises up along
my hardness and then lowers herself on the full length, rubbing her clit along
the underside of my cock, stimulating her and coaxing her climax.

I am able to watch my prick disappear into her folds as she raises and lowers
her body. Her sex lips suck on my shaft as she rises up and push on my pole as
she descends. Our bodies make a slight slurping sound as the cum from our
earlier orgasms is squeezed out of her sheath. Our love juice coats my cock
and foams as we fuck.

Her ride turns into a gallop as she thrusts herself onto me. The ride takes
her up and down and back and forth in the saddle. With each motion, she
presses her loins against mine in a frenzy. She pushes herself to the limit,
going for another orgasm. In and out I plunge, up and down she rides, until
her climax takes over. Her body convulses again and again as she rides her
orgasm across the finish line.

Lifting off my still-raging prick, she rolls onto her back and spreads herself
wide open. I lift her legs and hold her knees with my elbows. My slippery cock
slides easily past her dripping lips and into her body and I begin drilling
her well. My cum coated cock drives in and out of her, and our bodies squish
together with each thrust.

I feel the stirrings of an eruption and pull out of her. Lowering her legs, I
move up her body and place my prick on her chest. I gently cup her breasts,
pressing them around my cock, and begin thrusting back and forth between them.

As I push forward, the tip of my tool approaches her lips. She tilts her head
down, trying to capture my member on the forward strokes. I move closer and
continue fucking her breasts.

The juice from my cock coats her breasts and I slide easily between them. I
can now reach her open lips and she tongues the tip each time I approach. I
push fully forward and she closes her lips around the crown. She licks and
sucks greedily on me and I return to moving between her breasts.

I am far enough up her body that each stroke takes me into her waiting mouth.
She reaches for my cock and pulls me into her mouth, sucking and licking all
the while. She grabs my ass and begins pushing and pulling me into her throat.
It is clear what she wishes me to do.

I lean forward over her head so my cock is pointed straight down her throat.
With her hands directing me, I probe her mouth with my prick. An orgasm is
imminent now and my increased motion tips her off to that fact. She grabs my
rod and begins stroking rapidly. With one hand she lifts my balls; with the
other she strokes my hardness; and with her tongue she laps at the crown of my
cock.

Her efforts are soon rewarded and I cum. When the first drops eject onto her
waiting tongue, she closes her mouth around me and sucks hard. She releases
her lips, but her hand continues coaxing my cum. Her hand becomes coated with
my love juice and her tongue lashes out to lick at the fruits of her labor.
She sucks me deep into her mouth to savor the remnants of our copulation and
to attempt to retain my erection. This time she is not as successful.

I withdraw from her lips and climb back down her body. Our lips meet in
renewed passion and we lick each other clean. Our loins are numb from this
encounter and we both seem totally satisfied – for the moment. Our bodies
continue to generate heat and I press my spent body into hers.

Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, we continue to kiss and cuddle.
The morning sun has now set the room ablaze in light, but it pales in
comparison to the fire which burned between us just moments ago. In the
distance, the kitchen clock chimes eight times. The day has just begun!

doing; if she was having sex with the group captain again. If Darlene had been in

their room as she was supposed to be, the attack she had just been subjected to

probably would never have happened. Her thoughts were bitter, as she rocked back

and forth still sobbing, unable to control the feelings of lone- liness that

washed over her. She could still feel the pain and humiliation so recently caused

by the hands that had invaded her body.

Slowly her sobs quieted, and a determined look trans- formed her pretty face. Her

thoughts turned to home, to friends at school, a longing for friends and family

swept through her. She looked over at her roommates empty bed again and thought,

‘no I’d rather die than take the easy way out like Darleen has, I just have to

take it.’

She understood why her roommate had taken the captain as a lover. It had stopped

the other men on base from hitting on her, like the continued advances that she

still had to thwart. She thought bitterly, ‘all I want is to become a combat

pilot, not to date the whole damn squadron! Why couldn’t they give me a little

respect? What’s wrong with me, why don’t they like me?’

What had occurred only moments ago, was retaliation for her continual rejection

of her male classmates advances toward her. At first she had tried to explain why

she thought it wasn’t a good idea to become romantically involved with anyone.

Then when that didn’t seem to work, she became more abrupt any of the medical

services for her entire term. She wasn’t all that happy about doing so now, but

she had to talk to someone other than Darleen about her fears and anxieties.

Lt. Beal turned to be an old war horse with over 25 years in the Air Force.

Kriste was disappointed to find that she would get no sympathy there. Lt. Beal’s

solution was simple; “Girl, you sound to me like you’re just a little up tight.

When I was you’re age, I’d have paid to get a bunch of handsome cadets to feel me

up. I suggest that you consider giving some lucky young man a little gift of that

up tight virginity of yours. You just need a some good sex, and you’ll be right

as rain.”

As Kriste walked to Logistics class, the phrase “give some man a gift of that up

tight virginity of yours,” kept running through her head. At nineteen Kriste,

hadn’t had any kind of sex with another person. Could ’she’ be the problem. Was

’she’ the one who was strange, could she have brought on the events of the other

night because she was so up tight about sex? The problem prayed on Kriste’s mind

all day. She had re- mained a virgin because she didn’t want anything to get in

her way, she knew what she’d wanted, and boys just weren’t important enough to

jeopardize her dream.

She couldn’t believe it, here she was at the threshold of realizing everything

she had worked for, and it was turning out to be a disappointment. None of her

class- mates liked her, she was unable to make friends, maybe she had her

priorities wrong after all. . . .

At dinner that evening as Kriste sat alone eating, still with an distracted look

on her pretty face, a young cadet sat down beside her. “Mind if I sit here

sweety?”

Normally Kriste would have said something like, “Hey, don’t call me sweety, I

have a name!” But that evening she just looked at him and gave him a wan smile.

She noted that the man was John Davenport, the guy with the rich family from

Boston. Kriste had never really liked him, he was a loud-mouth as far as she was

con- cerned. And ever since they’d started actual flight training, she had done

much better than him, and he’d been less than gracious about it.

On an impulse, Kriste said, “Would you like to go out with me tonight?”

Johnny for once, didn’t have a smart comeback. He sat there with his mouth open

and stared at her for an awkward moment, then smiled and said, “Sure honey I’d

like that just fine. What made you change your mind about dates?”

Kriste took a deep breath, leveled a stare at the young man and said in a

determined voice, “I’ve decided to have sex with a man, and I’ve pick you; so how

about it?” She almost fainted she was so nervous. Making the decision to have sex

with one of her classmates had taken all her courage. She had ignored sex all her

life, now here she was trying to get a man to make love to her. She could almost

hear her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to answer her.

For the second time in rich Johnny Davenport’s life he was left speechless. All

he could do for a moment was stutter, “. . .s. . .se. . .sex. . . with me? I

don’t get it?”

Kriste stood up with dinner tray in hand, and said in a voice that she hoped

sounded sexy, “You’ll ‘get it’ tonight, I promise you. But do me a favor and keep

this a secret will you?”

She stood staring at the young man until as if breaking a trance, he jumped to

life and said, “Ah. . . sure sweety, I promise. . . our little secret. . .”

Kriste stood a moment longer then turned to go, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll

meet you in town at the Blue Bird, why don’t you get a room for us.”

-=*=-

Kriste hurried back to her dorm room with a vicious case of butterflies beating

around in her stomach. As she entered their room she saw Darleen dressing for her

date that night. “So, Darleen, you gonna meet Ronald in town tonight?” Her

roommate was pulling on one of her short skirts that barely covered her bottom.

Kriste wondered how she could sit without showing everything, but then thought to

herself, ‘well that’s probably the idea.’ Bringing her mind back to the question

she needed to ask, Kriste said, “Could you drop me off in town on your way?”

Darleen shot her one of her ‘Darleen’ looks and said, “What, at the library?” She

was being sarcastic again, but Kriste didn’t mind, she was so nervous and

confused, that she actually said, “No I’m meeting Johnny at the Blue Bird, and I

just need a ride is all.”

Darleen stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her roommate. “You’re

what? You and Johnny? Oh man, now I’ve heard everything. Why’d you pick a jerk

like that?”

Kriste looked hurt for a moment, then trying to sound confident she said, “I just

need to lose my cherry, I don’t intend to marry the man. I think he’ll do.”

Her roommate must have found something funny about that because she just laughed

and said she’d be happy to drop her off at the motel.

-=*=-

It was after 8 by the time Darleen dropped Kriste off in the motel parking lot.

At the last moment, Darleen felt concern for her, and asked, “Do you want to ask

me anything? You want me to come back in an hour to see if you need a ride back

to base?”

Kriste had already steeled herself for the coming event. She just wanted to get

it over with, and her friends questions were distracting, the words demanded that

she think, and she didn’t want to think right then, so she just said, “No thanks

Dar, I’m OK, but thanks.” She squeezed her roommate’s hand as she exited the car.

Darleen watched the Levi clad woman walk toward the motel office. She thought to

herself, that ‘that bastard Johnny better appreciate what he’s getting to-

night.’ But then she knew that he probably wouldn’t.

-=*=-

After inquiring at the front desk, and getting a leer- ing once-over by the

clerk, Kriste headed for Johnny’s room. She was determined to go through with it.

Just like everything in her young life, once she had made up her mind, she went

through with her plans. . .to the end.

As Kriste knocked on the door she felt her heart pound- ing in her chest, and

could feel her pulse thumping in her throat. As the door opened, she looked into

the room and saw a messy bed with the covers thrown on the floor, and the TV

blaring. Johnny was standing in front of her in his underwear and nothing else.

Kriste knew that he was trying to shock her, to make her nervous, so as

nonchalantly as possible she said, “Embarrassed about size, is that why you’re

keeping your undies on?” She smiled at his blank look, then shoved past him to

the bathroom. Hearing the door close in the other room, Kriste leaned with both

hands on the small bathroom sink, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and for

a brief moment wondered what she was doing. Then out of the corner of her eye she

saw Johnny, now minus his underwear standing in the doorway.

She didn’t move, she just keep looking at her reflec- tion, then slowly moved her

eyes to the reflection of the man behind her. Although she had never seen an

erect penis before, she knew what was between a man’s legs, but she was still

surprised at the actual sight of it. He was fully hard and pointing out and up.

A moment of fear flashed through her ‘that he was too big to actually fit inside

her.’ She hadn’t realized that they got that big. Slowly Kriste turned putting on

a brave face she said, “Well lets get it done OK?”

The young man looked at Kriste, admiring her, thinking how pretty she was, her

straight blonde hair framing a pretty tan face. Her wide set blue eyes and full

lips had always attracted his attention. And now he was going to fuck this babe;

the thought sent a sexual thrill thought his body.

They stood in silence facing each other, Kriste’s eyes locked on Johnny’s pulsing

erection. After a minute or so he started to become a little self-conscious and

finally said, “Hey sweety, we can’t do it with your clothes on, now can we?”

She was startled for a moment then quickly began to strip her clothes off. She

looked like someone who was about to go skinny dipping in freezing water, and

just wanted to get the initial shock of diving into the cold water over with.

Johnny didn’t care that she looked nervous, he just wanted to plunder her body.

He still couldn’t under- stand why she’d put the moves on him. He’d tried so many

times he’d finally given up. That’s why he’d instigated the little nocturnal call

on her room the other night. And. . . ummm. . . her tight little pussy had felt

so good, that had been a little piece of heaven. He still remembered the feel of

her pussy lips around his fingers, and the smell of her. He’d fallen asleep in

his bunk with his fingers in his mouth. And speaking of heaven he thought; ‘man

look at that tight body, this is gonna be just too fine.’

Kriste had undone her pants first and stepped out of them. As she was pulling her

T-shirt over her head, Johnny decided that he couldn’t wait any longer. He

grabbed the surprised girl around the waist and shoved her onto the bed. Her arms

were still above her head, with the T-shirt obstructing her view, so she cried

out for him to wait. But Johnny didn’t care: he just wanted to fuck her, and he

was ready.

As Kriste struggled with her T-shirt, Johnny climbed between the young woman’s

thrashing legs and pushed his swollen cock into her exposed sex. He pulled out

then pushed back in, fast this time, fast and hard. He felt the impact of her

maidenhead and then it gave way all at once and he plunged in as deep as he

could. His head spun, the sensations that assailed him were momentarily

over-powering. She was so tight! It felt like a living glove surrounding his

straining cock. He could feel every beat of her heart pulsing through the warm

walls of her cunt, throbbing around his cock; like nothing he’d ever experienced

before. He was loving it.

Kriste stopped struggling with the tangled T-shirt as she felt Johnny begin to

enter her. Through the fabric of her shirt she could hear him on top of her

grunting in his effort to gain entrance. Then she felt herself being stretched. .

.more, and more, until it started to hurt, and still he pushed her open.

Lying there hands above her head, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, a man

hunched over her, thrusting into her exposed sex, Kriste didn’t know how to

react. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she had never imagined anything like

this. Then she cried out through gritted teeth as he pushed home all the way into

her. The pain was intense, but her cry didn’t bother Johnny; having reached his

goal he just started pumping away happily, bouncing the young woman’s body

underneath his own.

Kriste’s young body soon recovered from the initial shock, her strong well shaped

legs flexed with each thrust of the horny man on top of her. But it was

uncomfortable for her, the position was an awkward one.

But Johnny didn’t care, he was enjoying the feel of Kriste’s pussy wrapped around

his pumping shaft. He was enjoying it so much in fact, that shortly he began to

grunt with each thrust, until his body went rigid, trembling on top of Kriste’s

as he pushed hard and deep into her and emptied himself into her womb. The only

sound in the room was his gasps for breath as he slumped on top of the young

woman.

After a few moments Johnny pulled out of her and stood up with a big sigh, and

said, “Now that was fun, we’ll have to do that again next week. Or maybe tomorrow

night would be even better.” He was laughing to himself as he wiped his shrinking

manhood with a towel, and began to dress.

Kriste lay still for a moment after Johnny had pulled himself out of her. T-shirt

still wrapped around her face and arms. She wasn’t quite sure what had just

happened. She had lost her virginity, hadn’t she? The slight pain between her

legs confirmed it, his cooling sweat on her chest and stomach confirmed it,

didn’t it? Slowly she sat up on the bed, pulling her shirt back down to cover her

breasts. She watched as Johnny wiped himself and talked about their next time.

To describe the feeling of that unreal moment, all Kriste could think of was it

had been, well. . disap- pointing. She was kind of numb; everything had happened

so fast, and she’d received no pleasure from it. She remembered her girlfriends

talking so lovingly about their men, how good they made them feel. Kriste just

sat there with nothing on but her T-shirt and socks, watching her first and only

sex partner getting dressed to leave.

As Johnny buttoned his shirt, and was ready to depart, he turned to Kriste and

said with a happy smile on his face, “You can stay in the room as long as you

want, I paid for the whole night. And baby, I just want’a thank you for a great

fuck, I really enjoyed it. Maybe we’ll do it again tomorrow night huh?” With that

he pulled the door open and was gone.

Kriste looked at the closed door blankly, totally devoid of any feeling, except

the uncomfortable trickle of his sperm flowing from her used sex.

Not quite sure what to do, the young woman continued to sit where she’d been

thrown only a few minutes before. The thought started to form in her mind, ‘Is

this all there is to it?’ She couldn’t quite believe that that was all, but then

she’d just had sex with a man, and here she was sitting on a bed in a cheap

motel, leaking on the sheets.

A knock at the door startled Kriste out of her reverie. Almost as if in a dream

she got up from the bed, wondering why Johnny had come back, and what he wanted

now. She opened the door and was even more startled to see David, one of her

cadet classmates.