He stopped fumbling and said “I can’t find where to undo your bra strap.”
I laughed and slid the dress off my shoulders, saying “I not wearing one.” He ran his hands over my tits lightly; just enough to give me goose bumps and make the nipples stand up hard. I didn’t want him to stop.
We kissed a few more times and then suddenly Brad pushed me back into a half-lying down position and put his mouth on my left nipple. This was the first time I’d let any guy do that and it felt absolutely fabulous. I arched my back up to push my tit farther into his mouth, so he switched sides and sucked on the right one and back and forth like that for several minutes, far better than what his windshield wipers could move.
I suddenly got the feeling I ought to be doing my share of the pleasuring here, so I reached down between us and unzipped Brad’s baggy blue jeans. Oh yes, he was hard enough. Our positions were such that it was hard for me to get a grip on him. He sat up and unexpectedly pushed my head down toward his crotch. What was a girl to do?
The moon was full and shining into the car, so there was plenty of lightfor me to examine his dick. Because Brad himself was around six feet and muscular, I guess I just naturally assumed he’d be well-hung below too. I was disappointed. I’d be very surprised if his little guy was even five inches. I stayed hunched over staring at it so long he asked me what was wrong. Thinking fast, I said “Nothing’s wrong, Brad. It’s just that, well, I never saw one so… big.” It sounded fucking lame, even to me, but he lit up like a neon sign.
“Amy Rae, that’s about the nicest thing you could ever say to me. Nobody has ever told me that,” he said, with obvious delight.
Gee, I wonder why not? I thought.
“Do you think you can suck it?” he asked next. Uh-oh. I had only planned to give him a hand job, maybe let him fuck my tits (hell, small things should go together, right?) but I didn’t really want to blow him, maybe just pick my teeth. I had never done that before, but I wasn’t willing to admit it, same as I wasn’t ready to admit I was still a virgin. Some flags you just don’t wave, especially when are half naked face down eye to eye with a rock hard trouser worm.
But I liked Brad, he seemed nice, and I thought maybe if I sucked him off he’d reciprocate. So I bent to the task at hand. I started at the tip and kissed it like he had done to my nipple. This met with approval and also produced a dribble of pre-come. I wasn’t so sure I liked it but it didn’t seem polite to object. I kept my lips on the head of his dick and ran my hand up and down the shaft as I would when giving an ordinary hand job. I thought I was doing pretty damn great for a rookie. I think Brad thought so too, but he wanted more. Without warning he grabbed hold of two handfuls of my hair and pushed my face down on his cock. I guess that’s where the expression “going down” comes from.
I had no choice but to let more of his shaft into mouth now. This is one advantage of a guy with a small dick as I would later find out: it isn’t such a gag-inducer as the larger kind. I did have a little gag trouble at first, but by breathing slowly through my nose and not rushing it, I was able to control it. At first I just sucked on the portion that was in my mouth, and then I got adventurous and started moving my head back and forth to let his cock slide in and out across my lips and over my tongue, adding a little suction on the outstroke. He loved the little popping noises I was making with my mouth. Then I put my hand underneath and rubbed his balls, which felt disproportionately big and hard compared with the dick.
In just a few minutes, Brad again pushed down on my head and made an aaarg sound and too late, I realized he was going to come in my mouth. Another first, this was becoming to be quite the night for firsts. I got down one final breath before the deluge started. Hot, salty sour fluid filled my mouth and I wanted to gag again, but more kept coming and I had to swallow it like a good little girl. Some of it got into the wrong pipe, up my nose and it burned like a son-of-a-bitch. Then as fast as it started it was done. I licked off a few last drops and suddenly found that the taste wasn’t that bad after all. It was something I could get used to and maybe even like. It would be an acquired taste.
I sat up, hot and gasping for breath. Brad grinned at me and said “That was really something. You didn’t choke, did you?” I shook my head then admitted that some had gotten into my nose. Brad offered me the last of a bottle of Snapple, which I took and drained gratefully.
I was feeling a little uncomfortable after the blow job, so to cover it, I said, putting down the empty bottle, “Snapple Spunk Punch, made from the best stuff on Earth” imitating Wendy the Snapple Lady’s New York accent. Then I burped. I didn’t mean to, it just slipped out. That got us laughing and the tension was broken.
Feeling bolder now, I lay back on the seat and pulled my panties down. Brad was slouched beside me and I nudged his head down toward my shaved-smooth pussy, which by this time was pretty wet. He resisted a little, I kept nudging, and he finally said in this prissy sort of voice “Don’t be disgusting.”
Huh? Disgusting? That’s a new one on me. Here I was, I’d just given a blow job and I was wet and horny and wanting only to get the same thing in return, and he says I’m disgusting. Men.
Well, I was still wet and horny, and that burdensome thing called virginity was growing heavier and heavier between my legs, and it was high time to rid myself of the damn thing. It might as well be now. Besides I didn’t think Brad’s weapon could hurt me too badly.
“Brad,” I said. “I understand and respect that you do not want to eat pussy (it’s a wonder God doesn’t reach right down and pull my tongue right out for the lies I tell) and I won’t ask for that again. Would you like to have sexinstead?”
He sucked air in, puffed his chest out and said in an I-can’t-believe-my-luck whisper, “Yes!” So we got out of the car, he got a ratty beach towel out of the trunk and we walked a little way down the moonlit beach to a spot near the deserted lifeguard stand. After we spread the towel out in the sand, I wasn’t sure what I should do next. It was another awkward moment, which Brad smoothed over by making plain what he wanted to do next. He just dropped his pants and laid down flat, gesturing for me to suck him hard again. I knelt down between his legs and I was an expert now, I went down on him like a pro.
I stopped sucking him well before he was ready to come and asked “Are you ready?” He didn’t answer in any words that made sense, just kind of gurgled and thrust his hips up at me. I stood up, pulled my dress off and stepped out of my panties. Then I took a deep breath and positioned myself directly over his cock. He reached down and rubbed his fingers over the plump shaved pussy lips and I slowly lowered myself onto him. At the first hint of penetration, I flinched; though I’d sworn to myself I would not.
“What’s wrong, did you find a needle?” Brad asked, sounding concerned.
“What, what needle?” I demanded.
“Oh, they’ve found a few hypodermics washed up on this beach, all up and down the shore,” he replied. He paused and thought a bit. “But not this summer, I don’t think.”
OH, thank you, Brad, I really needed to know that, and what a great time to bring that up! I was so annoyed I stayed straddling him but making no move to let him inside. So Brad helpfully took hold of my hips and set me down on his not-so-big stick. I was not prepared for the sharp tearing pain of it and this time I couldn’t hold back my “Ouch!” I also added, for good measure, “Oh shit, that hurts!” If I didn’t know different, I would’ve sworn his dick was ten inches long and thick as a beer can.
Of course the whole situation was now beyond my control, and mostly beyond Brad’s too. I hung on while he bucked underneath me, driving himself further up inside. Gradually the pain lessened and I felt his hands on my hips, lifting me up and lowering me back down, so I started to get into the rhythm of it, moving up and down. It even began to feel kind of good, a nice warm friction.
Once I got in rhythm, Brad let go of my hips and reached up and took hold of my tits, squeezing them like he was trying to milk a cow. Then he added a few good firm nipple pinches. This had the desired effect and I moved faster, trying to get us both off. He just needed to know what buttons to push.
Brad gave both my nipples an extra-hard pinch at the same time and I went over the edge. As I was coming like a freight train, Brad shoved up into me and came himself. I felt the hot blast of spunk and I think I had another mini-orgasm, though my head wasn’t quite clear.
After it was over, I got off and we lay on the towel catching our breath. Brad was the first to speak. “I didn’t know you were a virgin.”
“Well, you didn’t ask and that’s not really the kind of thing I’d brag about” I replied
“I don’t mind if you were one, I thought it was really exciting. Are you bleeding?”
I spread my legs so he could look by the light of the moon. There was some blood, not very much, but mixed with the sperm it looked like a lot. It looked more like the fake blood we would make at Halloween by adding red vegetable dye to Karo syrup. My pussy wasn’t hurting much anymore.
Brad helped me up and made me walk into the water about knee deep. He dipped a corner of the towel in the water and wiped at the mess on the inside of my thighs while I covered my pussy with my hand to keep out the stinging salt water and tried not to think about sharks. When I was cleaned up, I put my dress back on but had to hunt around a little to find my panties. I would eventually figure out panties have legs and minds of their own. Then we drove back to camp.
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