The Virgin
written by:
The SlutMan

The Virgin by The SlutMan

The field was empty, lit only by the full moon over head and the lights of the city that surrounded it. It was quiet, only the chorus of the insects disturbed the silence of the night. In the distance, a set of headlights could be seen, running down the highway that bordered the field. Brake lights flared, and the vintage convertible swung into the road that bisected the field. It could be heard now, the low rumble of its exhaust silencing the night creatures as it passed. Rock and roll played from the two speakers laying on the back seat, and the sweet, clear laughter of a woman could be heard over the Chuck Berry tune playing on the eight track.

The car followed the road to about the halfway point of the field, and slowly pulled off the road, gently bouncing and swaying through the waist high grass to a clump of trees standing in the center of the field. It pulled around the trees until it was hidden from sight, and the rumble of its dual exhausts died. The lights went out, and Chuck Berry cut off in the middle of a hot lick from 'Roll Over Beethoven.'

"Leave the tape on," Patty said. "I like fifties rock and roll." She dropped her head back against the headrest, and looked at the stars as I turned the key to 'ACC' and the music began playing again.

I sat back from turning on the tape player and looked at my passenger. Patty was twenty-seven years old, and the roommate of a woman that my best friend baby-sat for. She was around five feet, four inches tall, a cute, well built brunette, dressed tonight in a denim mini skirt and a man's shirt, my shirt actually, one I had left at her place for her to wash after crapping it up changing the oil in her car.

The two women and the five-year-old girl lived in a run down three-bedroom apartment. I had spent many hours there, repairing all the little things that go wrong in a house, and had become friends with both women.

Margo, the mother of the five-year-old, treated me like a kid brother. That didn't bother me. I think Margo is pretty much of a slut, she bedded most of the guys she dated, and she dated a lot.

Patty was a different story. She worked a regular job, and took classes at night. A lot of her spare time was taken up with studying, or reading, and she sometimes noodles around on her guitar. She treated me as her equal, and we share the same voracious appetite for reading.

Patty had passed a tough class this week, acing the exam, and wanted to celebrate. Margo, always up for a party, wanted to go hit the bars, and pick up some cute guys to party till dawn with. Patty declined her offer, but accepted the two joints that Margo gave her for her own little private party, which usually consisted of getting high in her room and playing her guitar.

I was there unplugging the kitchen sink, and gave her a hug and congratulated her.

Margo was astounded when Patty asked me if I'd like to take a cruise with her in her convertible. I jumped at the chance to go any where with Patty; I had a pretty good crush going on her. She grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, and off we went.

When we got to the car, she tossed me her keys and told me that I was driving. Now I was astounded, Patty didn't let anyone drive her car. The car wasn't anything special, it ran ok but it was old. She was a believer in 'neither a borrower or a lender be.'

I got behind the wheel and adjusted everything to fit me; I'm a good foot taller than she is. Patty scooted across the seat and sat next to me, her warm, round thigh against mine. "Lets go."

I started the car, backed out of the driveway, and we were off. We cruised around for a while with the top down, enjoying the beautiful July night and talking, while Patty shared one of her beers with me. We were out in the countryside, and there was virtually no traffic on the road. After we finished the beer, she asked me to find a place to do up a joint, and that's how we landed in that little field. I'd been there before for a beer bash. The cops hadn't discovered that spot yet.

We got out of the car and leaned against the front fender while Patty fired up the doobie. We talked about nothing in particular while we killed the joint, and then Patty looked around, searching for something to sit on.

"Sit here." I suggested, and taking her by the waist, I boosted her onto the hood of the car. She squealed and laughed at my sudden move, crossed her long, lovely legs and smoothed down the short denim skirt she was wearing, tugging on it to try and cover more of her thighs. That was a losing battle, I was happy to see, it really was quite short, and she had great legs.

She solved her problem by swinging her legs up and reclining against the windshield. I stood next to her, leaning a hip against the fender while she fired up the second joint.

"Lets not waste any of this one." she said. "Lets shotgun it." She took a lungful of the sweet, pungent smoke, and after 25 or 30 seconds, she hooked her hand around the back of my neck and pulled my face to hers. She croaked, "Come on." and put her open mouth to mine and exhaled as I inhaled.

I was electrified. It wasn't exactly a kiss, but it was damn close. Close enough that I had an impressive rise in my shorts, my big cock hardening down my leg.

I couldn't believe that I was out in the middle of nowhere with the woman of my dreams, the star of most of my jerk-off fantasies. She was dressed in a short denim skirt, and a man's shirt, the tails tied under her braless breasts. Her legs were bare and crossed at the ankles. She looked so beautiful there in the moon light, that looking back on it thirty-seven years later, I decided that it was a wonder I didn't come in my pants right then.

Regular as clockwork, we passed that joint back and forth, and I would lean over her and our mouths would join as we shared the smoke. Her soft, cool hands would cup my face, holding me in place, and my right hand would go to the back of her head, tangling in her thick black hair as I helped her hold her head up. It was some pretty good shit; we both were getting a nice buzz off it.

'Trust Margo, ' I thought, 'to have enough primo weed that she can afford to pass it around for nothing.' At eightteen years old, there was no room in my budget for grass.

All too soon, the joint was nothing but a tiny roach. I fitted it into the roach clip, put the flame to it and held it to Patty's lips as she inhaled the last of it. Thirty seconds later, she fitted her lips to mine and exhaled softly, her hands cool on my face as I inhaled deeply, my fingers lightly massaging the base of her skull as I held her head to mine.

Then things changed. Her eyes drifted closed as her lips softened under mine. She breathed in through her nose, and her arms slipped around my neck, her tongue slipped into my mouth and found mine, and just like that, we were kissing. There was nothing frantic about it, it was slow and sweet and wonderful.

We would French kiss for a few minutes and then she would kiss her way to the hollow of my throat, or my ear and tongue my skin for a moment, driving me crazy, and then her lips would be on mine again. The weed must have made me stupid, or maybe it was the blood loss, (I am convinced that a man does not have enough blood to run both heads at once.) What ever it was, I finally caught on and kissed my way to her delicate little ear, and tongued it gently, tracing my tongue around the rim of it and sucking on the small lobe with its earring still in place, a bitter metallic taste that jolted my taste buds. She moaned and her hands raked through my hair and brought me back to her lips, moaning deep in her chest as our tongues dueled together.

Her hands burrowed under my tee shirt, her hands flat, rubbing the muscles there, fingernails scraping lightly through my chest hair. She found my nipples and tweaked them gently, my first clue that a man's nipples were an erogenous zone.

My hand was on her firm, flat belly, rubbing it in slow circles, moving from the waistband of her skirt, slung low on her hips, up to where I could feel the bottoms of her breasts on the side of my hand. I didn't know what to do. I was deathly afraid that if I went any further, if I tried to touch her breasts or slip my hand over her pussy, that she would come to her senses and stop us right there.

And I desperately wanted to keep right on doing this; her mouth was a banquet, and I was a starving teenager.

She must have known what I was going through, for the next time her mouth made it's sensuous journey to my ear, she whispered, "Untie my shirt sweetie, I want to feel your hands on my breasts," and then plastered her mouth to mine again.

My head spun as her words registered in my lust-clouded brain and my hand found the knot tied under her breasts. And, wonder of wonders, it came apart on my first try. I pulled back and looked at her, she had a soft smile on her swollen lips. She nodded at me and I slid my hand under her shirt, moving it slowly over her soft skinned belly, feeling her muscles trembling under my fingers, and I cupped her lush tit in my hand.

Her eyes closed and her back arched, thrusting the ripe mound firmly into my hand, and she moaned, "Play with it, honey. Play with the nipple." I could feel the hard nub between my fingers, and I closed them tightly on it, catching it between my knuckles, and pulling it away from the soft globe until it slipped from between my fingers and snapped back to her breast.

She groaned and shivered, and I finished up the move by flipping the shirt to the side, unveiling the snowy white mound to my hungry eyes. I cupped her face in my hand and she turned her head, and licked my palm. I slid it slowly from her face to her jaw, my thumb wiping across her lips and moved my hand down her slender neck onto her heaving chest.

I moved it under the loose shirt that was still hiding her other breast, and up the lower slope of the lush orb, finding her turgidly erect nipple, and rolled and pinched it in my fingers, the loose cloth falling off of my hand, leaving both of her breasts open to my eyes. I drank in the sight of her as my hands cupped her tits, rolling both nipples between my fingers and wringing another moan from her.

I pushed her breasts together and ducked my head down, sucking both of her swollen nipples into my mouth, and lashing them with my tongue. She wrapped my head in her arms and pulled me closer, arching her back and forcing more of her heaving breasts into my mouth.

I must have stood there, making love to her breasts for twenty minutes or more. My cock was a drooling iron bar in my cutoffs, and probably not much harder than her nipples were. I stopped mauling her tits for a moment, drawing back so I could look at her.

God, but she was beautiful! Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of lust as she concentrated on the sensations that my hands and mouth were causing in her swollen breasts. Her nipples were engorged, dark with blood, so turgidly erect that even her aureoles were distended, standing out from the lush globes of her breasts like red Hershey kisses on two mounds of vanilla ice cream.

That's when I noticed for the first time that her hand was down over her pussy, the heel of it grinding into her crotch, trying to produce some sensation through the stiff denim of her skirt.

I leaned down again and claimed her lips, my hands going to her breasts and my thumbs ever so lightly strumming her sensitive nipples. With a huge effort of will, I blocked everything from my mind, except for the taste and feel of her mouth and tongue, concentrating on just kissing her and giving that kiss my total attention.

She moaned into my mouth, her arms hooking over my shoulders and pulling me onto her, her rigid nipples grinding into my chest through my tee shirt, as I wrapped her in my arms and held her tightly, my hands caressing the smooth, soft skin of her back under the shirt she was still wearing.

She broke that red-hot kiss, gasping hotly as she rained kisses all over my face, her hands tugging my tee shirt upwards and stripping it off me. She balled it up and buried her face in it, inhaling my scent as I laved her ear with my tongue.

I pulled her upright until she was perched on the edge of the fender, stripped her shirt off her, crushing her into my chest as I kissed her again, her bare breasts hard and hot against me, and my erection pressing against the hot, wet center of her.

I came in my pants.

I couldn't help it, I was just too excited. I grunted into her mouth and ground my cock into her cunt as I came, filling my shorts with my load.

She pushed me back, her hands splayed against my shoulders, head down, her face hidden from me by the dark curtain of her hair. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity. I was afraid that I had gone too far, and that she was going to stop us here.

But I was also afraid that she wasn't going to stop here, that she wanted to keep going, wanted me to make love to her. And that scared the hell out of me. I was a virgin, and although I had dreamed of making love to her, the reality was that I was ignorant in the ways of love, a eighteen year old virgin, and she was a twenty seven year old woman who surely must have had a few lovers.

Her hands slid down my body, her nails raking my skin lightly, over my chest and onto my belly, stopping as her fingers hooked my belt. She tugged on it gently, and I took a shaky step forward. I said nothing as her hands unfastened my belt and popped the button on the waistband of my cutoff jeans. Her fingers found the tab of my zipper, and I could not hear the sound it made over the thunderous beating of my heart.

My cutoffs fell to my feet and I was standing before the bare-breasted girl of my dreams in just my underwear. She sort of flowed off the fender of the car and onto her knees in front of me. She looked up at me and shook back her hair, her hands combing the unruly mop over her shoulders, the move lifting her breasts and thrusting them out at me, a small, secret smile on her face.

"Its ok, honey." she said quietly. "It happens." I drew in a deep shuddering breath and nodded, not trusting my voice. Her gaze dropped to the bulging front of my underwear, the wet, white material shining in the moonlight, outlining my rigid cock. Ooooh, Tommy," she sighed, "You've got a nice big one too, don't you?" Her hand traced the outline of my cock, and she said, in a low furry voice, "This is gonna be fun!"

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my jockey shorts and slowly pulled them down, unveiling my cock inch by inch until the waistband reached the bloated purple head. My cock pushed out of its confinement and sprang upwards, slapping into the underside of her chin, splattering her neck with my cum.

"Oh my!" she giggled. "He's an anxious one, isn't he?" My underwear pooled at my feet and I kicked them and my cutoffs away, shedding my untied sneakers at the same time, and stood naked in the moonlight in front of Patty.

"Mmmm," she moaned throatily, her eyes drinking in the sight of my body. "I never realized what a hunk you are."

One of her hands captured my throbbing cock, stroking it lightly as the other cupped my dangling balls, as if she were weighing them. Her face moved closer, her hot breath washing over my cockhead, and her agile tongue flicked out, licking up the heavy gobs of cum coating the head, and then vanishing back into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she murmured, "You taste good too." She moved forward again and I almost screamed as her soft lips kissed the tip of my cock, and then parted and slid down the shaft, her tongue circling the rigid column of flesh as it slowly disappeared into her mouth. She stopped as my cockhead hit the back of her throat, rose up on her knees a little bit and tipped her head. Then she was moving again, pressing forward, and she didn't stop until my cock was buried in her mouth and throat, her busy tongue licking at the front of my balls.

Her hands went to my hips, holding me in place, and she drew her head back until my cockhead was at the back of her throat. She pressed forward again, and she was fucking my cock with her mouth, her fingernails tickling my ball sack as her nose repeatedly bumped my belly.

I lasted maybe thirty seconds before my balls pulled up in my scrotum and I came again, the thick tube on the underside of my cock pulsing as I jetted what felt like everything but my backbone into her hungrily sucking mouth. She pulled back after the first gush of cum, holding just the head of my cock in her mouth, her tongue scrubbing at the sensitive spot just behind the head on the bottom of my cock, making me howl as my orgasm doubled in intensity, pumping her mouth full of my hot, steaming jism.

Her hand flashed up and down my shaft as her other hand lightly squeezed my balls, milking the cum right out of me as I sagged in front of her, barely able to stay on my feet as my orgasm raged through me. My balls were straining to pump jism that wasn't there when my orgasm finally wound down. Patty pulled back, sucking ferociously on my cockhead until it came out of her mouth with an audible pop. I collapsed to my knees and Patty reached out to steady me as I folded forward, and rolled to my side, sprawling out in the soft grass, my head pillowed on her round, firm thighs. She dried my sweaty face with my tee shirt as I panted for air, savoring the echoes of my orgasm still resonating through my head.

She bent over me, looking into my face as she cooed, "Poor poor Tommy." She dragged a distended nipple across my lips. "A great big boy like you brought to his knees by little old me. Tsk, tsk, tsk! What good are you to me now?"

My eyes popped open and I goggled at her. She giggled at me and dropped a nipple into my mouth. I closed my teeth on it lightly and growled at her, my tongue flicking the hard little nozzle as fast as I could make it move. She squealed and shivered as the proud bit of flesh grew in my mouth, and I turned it loose.

She grabbed my sneakers and shorts, and wrapped them in my tee shirt, then placed the bundle under my head for a pillow as she moved her legs.

She got to her hands and knees, and then crawled around to my feet and up between my legs, bending her arms as she went, so her hanging breasts dragged over my thighs, my rapidly reviving cock leaving a smear of precum in her cleavage as she moved. She crawled up my body until we were nose to nose, her thighs closing around my hard cock, and laid down on me, her hands stroking my face as she looked into my eyes.

I could feel the hard mound of her pussy moving on my belly as she slowly undulated on me, her hard nipples scrubbing on my chest and the baby soft skin of her inner thighs caressing my straining cock as she moved.

She lowered her face and we kissed, slowly and sweetly for a long time, my hands stroking her, from the base of her delicate skull down the creamy, soft length of her to the deep, humid divide of her ass.

I could taste myself in her mouth and rather than grossing me out as I thought it would, it turned me on, knowing that this woman had willingly taken the very essence of me into herself and savored it as she did so.

I pulled her skirt up until it was around her waist and put my hands on the taut, firm flesh of her ass, kneading it like fresh bread dough, and then moved my right hand further down, between her thighs until my questing finger found her weeping, fur-lined pussy. I swept the crotch of her panties aside and put the first two fingers of my hand together and slowly pushed them inside her, her hot, tight tunnel grudgingly spreading around them as they moved into her.

She gasped into my mouth, and her body melted onto me, her lips leaving mine as she tucked her face into the side of my neck and groaned, rocking downwards to take more of my thick fingers into her cunt. After a few minutes, I added a third finger to the others, and pushed them all back into her.

She whined and shivered as my fingers stretched her snug canal, and soon the night was filled with the sounds of my fingers masturbating her drooling pussy and her moans and soft cries as she had a small orgasm on my busy fingers. I wet the forefinger of my left hand thoroughly in my mouth, and then burrowed under her panties and between the tight cheeks of her ass and massaged the tight pucker of her asshole as she came a second time, and with the onset of her third orgasm, I forced it inside. She wailed as I breached her anus and set her teeth in my neck, grunting as she came.

She came again only moments later as I finger-fucked both of her holes, and this one was a full-fledged orgasm that had her screaming into my chest. I gave her three more hard orgasms inside the next ten minutes, her lush body convulsing on me, before she groped blindly for my hands and pulled them from her body.

I wrapped her in my arms and held her as she recovered, her body trembling as she cried on my shoulder. Her tears really set me back; I had absolutely no idea why she was crying. As soon as she had calmed down, I asked her.

"Patty? Sweetie? Patty, did I do something wrong?"

She shook her head and looked at me, a crooked smile on her face. "Oh Tommy no! No honey, you did everything exactly right." She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Then why are you crying? I thought that I'd really fucked up somehow."

"Oh, I guess I'm crying over lost opportunities." she answered. "I've been sexually active since I was fourteen," she explained, "and I've never actually been made love to until tonight. You are the nicest, sweetest lover I have ever had, and that doesn't say much for my past choices of men, does it?"

"Well..." I said, waiting until she looked at me, and frowning at her when she finally did. "Personally, I think you did an outstanding job picking your lovers." Her eyebrows went up in an unasked question.

"Well, you picked me, didn't you?" I waggled my eyebrows and leered at her, and she burst into giggles. I laughed with her and kissed her.

She put her forehead on mine and whispered, "Thank you, Tommy."

I rolled us over until she was on her back and I was cradled between her thighs. I looked at her and said, "No, I should be thanking you. Being with you, here, now, like this..." I searched for the right words. "I'll never forget this night, and I'll sure as hell never forgot you."

"Oh Tommy, that's so sweet, but..."

"No! No, Patty, you don't understand! Aw, look, I know that this is 1972, and there's a lot of talk about free love, and the pill has made so much safer for people to just have sex, but..." I ground to a stop, trying to order my thoughts.

Patty hooked her finger under my chin and made me look at her. "Finish your thought, Tommy. You've got me interested now."

"All right. I think that sex without love is no better than masturbating. Maybe worse, because there's the potential for hurting your partner."

Patty's eyes widened. "So you're saying that you... love me?"

I nodded miserably, sure that I'd blown it, scared her off. "Not in that 'Lets get married and have kids' way," I blurted, "But I care for you very much, and I just want to make you happy." Her arms came up and she pulled me down into a kiss that scrambled my brains and left me dazed.

"Oh Tommy, you big dummy," she smiled at me, taking the sting out of her words. "It may be stupid, and it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I love you too. Very, very much."

"You do?" I was bowled over by that revelation.

"Oh yes! More than I can say." She laughed joyously at me. "See, you forgot one thing about me."

"What? What'd I forget?"

"It may be 1972, but I'm a fifties kinda gal. Now roll over again, you weigh a ton!" I hugged her to me and rolled until she was on top. "I still have some work to do, you know," she said levering herself upright until she was sitting on my belly.

"What, now?" I said, my voice rising.

"Yep." she said, leaning over and giving me a peck on the lips, then sitting back up and smiling at me.

"Oh Jesus!" I moaned, "What do you have to do now that can't wait for a while?"

"Well," she said, frowning at me, "I still have to go cherry picking, but I suppose I can put it off..." She giggled. I goggled at her, and she laughed delightedly. "Oh God, Tommy," she gasped, still laughing "I wish you could see your face!"

I reached up and captured her nipples in my fingers, and slowly started pulling. "C'mere wench!" I growled, as she resisted my pulling enough for her breasts to elongate into lush, ripe cones.

"Oh my!" she moaned in a fake southern accent, "I do so like a masterful man!"

She melted down onto me, her mouth hot and demanding on mine. We necked passionately for a few minutes, and then she kissed her way down my body, pausing at my nipples for a few moments, and then worked her way to my cock, standing proudly in the warm summer air.

She drove her face down on it; deep throating all nine inches of it and sucking it, until it was so hard a cat couldn't scratch it. She came up for air and gave me a look laden with untold promises, her hand steadily jacking my cock.

"I wanna make love to you now." she said in a husky voice. She licked my cock and covered the knob with her mouth, sucking up the precum oozing from the piss slit. Her mouth came off my cockhead again. "I wanna ride this big fucker and take your cherry!"

She impaled her mouth on me again; her tongue digging at the piss slit, and popped off it again. "I wanna fuck you every way a woman can fuck a man!"

She dove onto my cock again, ramming it all the way into her mouth until her tongue was licking at my balls. She spit me out and stood up, straddling my body. She looked up at the moon as she combed her hair behind her head with her splayed fingers, her breasts thrust out and wobbling gently as her arms moved. She gathered it into a ponytail, and quickly tied it in place, using a rubber band she stripped off of her wrist.

I sat up as she bound her hair in place, and quickly stripped off her skirt and panties and then I leaned forward and buried my face between her thighs, my tongue out and seeking her pussy. "Oh God!" she cried out, and then her hands were on my head, guiding me to the right spot. "Right there, baby," she moaned, "That little lump at the top! Suck it!"

I found her clit and swiped my tongue across it, her hips bucking every time I did it. I reached up and grabbed a tit with one hand, mauling it as I sucked her clit, and drilled two fingers deep into her cunt with the other hand, finger-fucking her and torturing her clit with my tongue and lips.

Not even five minutes later, she shrieked and came, her pussy clamping down on my fingers and soaking them with her juices. I abandoned her clit and rammed my tongue up her spasming cunt; sucking down her juices as I tongue fucked her.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted in time with my tongue thrusting into her, and I didn't let up on her until her legs buckled and she collapsed to her knees, leaning against me for support.

I held her until she caught her breath, then kissed her, letting her taste herself on my tongue and lips. "Mmmm," she said, "I taste good, don't I?" I nodded in agreement.

She sat on her heels and puffed out her cheeks, blowing out her breath in a big sigh, then slanted a look at me. "Virgin, huh?"

I nodded again. "Christ," she said, a rueful grin tugging at her lips. "That was a good one. Any more like that one will wipe me out."

"Poor poor Patty." Her head snapped up and she stared at me. "A big girl like you, brought to her knees by little old me. Tsk, tsk, tsk! What good are you to me now?"

She burst into laughter, a rich belly laugh that doubled her over as I made fun of her with her own words. "Oh God!" she wheezed, wiping tears from her eyes, "I suppose I walked into that one." She was still chuckling when I reached out and pulled her to me, holding her close as I lay back down. She sprawled out on top of me, laying her head on my chest.

"Umm," she sighed, her fingers toying with my nipple. "This is nice. I don't remember ever laughing like that while I was having sex before."

I said, "I think..." She turned her head and looked at me. "I think it's the difference between having sex and making love."

She looked startled for a moment, and then nodded. "Maybe," she agreed. "You might be right."

Her hand snaked down between our bodies, and wrapped around my still rigid cock, and she levered herself upright with the other, kneeling over me. She swabbed my cockhead through the moist slit of her pussy, lubing it up with her juices, and positioned it at her entrance. She looked at me as she ran her fist up and down my shaft.

"Do you think there's a difference between making love and fucking?" she asked me, a twinkle in her eye.

"Nope." I said immediately, "Not if you're fucking the one you love."

"Oh good!" She ran my cockhead through her slit a couple more times, and then diddled her clit with it for a moment. "Then you won't mind," she moaned, "if I fuck you now?" Her soft hand was still pumping away on me.

"Nuu..." I tried to swallow, my throat suddenly dry. "No," I rasped, "Not at all."

"You just lay there, baby." she whispered throatily. "Its gonna take me a minute to get all of this big fucker in me. I've never had one this size before, and I can't wait to feel you fucking me with it!" She seated it at her cunt, and slowly started to sink onto me, her pussy lips stubbornly refusing to part for it. She reached down and pulled them open, and suddenly, my cockhead was in her, the inside of her channel feeling furnace hot. She moaned as my cock popped in her cunt, and started to rotate her hips, screwing herself down onto my cock. "Oh God!" she groaned, feeling my cock with her hand to gauge her progress. "It feels like a baseball bat in there!"

I moaned as the tight, slick heat of her cunt slowly enveloped my cock. It was all I could do not to come off in her right then. She seemed to know what I was thinking, as she said to me, "Not yet, slick. Uhh, fuck!" Her head fell back as her hand told her that we'd hit the half way point. I was fighting down my orgasm as she leaned on my chest, her nails digging in to me, her hips still moving. "Think about all the mutant kids we're gonna have." she said, catching my eye.

"Wha-what?" I gasped, her nails working me over pretty good right then. "Mutant kids? What are you talking about?" Her ass touched down on my belly and she had all of me in her. I groaned as she stopped moving.

"Sure," she moaned as I flexed my cock, making it jump in her belly. "Uhh! A beautiful girl like me for a momma, oh God! You feel good in me... And an oversized, donkey-dicked, ugly bastard like you for a daddy. Mutant city. No question. Ungh!" I flexed my cock again.

"Oh Jesus! Two can play this game!" she gasped, and bore down on me with the muscles in her cunt.

"Aaarrggh!" I shouted. My cock felt like it was in a hot, oiled fist as her pussy clamped down on me, her muscles rippling up and down my shaft. It was too much for me to take, and I hunched my hips upwards as my load spewed out of me, hosing down Patty's cervix.

"Oh my!" she groaned in surprise, and shivered into her own orgasm as she felt the hot, wet heat of my sperm bathing her pussy.

We came together as she folded over onto me, her breasts digging into my chest as we kissed, my hands kneading her ass as I rocked her back and forth, fucking her as we orgasmed together.

A few moments later, she licked my lips and sat up on me. "You," she said, cocking an eyebrow at me, "are still hard!"

I nodded, grinning foolishly. Yep!" I agreed. "You better get busy."

"Really?" she asked, squeezing my cock with her talented cunt again, and grinning when I sucked in a surprised breath. "Why?"

"Well," I said, bouncing her on my hips, and grinning back when she moaned, "I don't think this cherry is plucked yet." She giggled and I pulled her into my arms, kissing her throat. "Hang on!" I said, and rolled us over onto her back, and settled in between her thighs. I kissed her breasts and propped myself up on my elbows, ducked down and kissed her lips, then went to work.

I may have been a virgin up untill that night, but I'd seen my share of the dirty books that got passed around at school, and I had a few things in mind that I wanted to try, things I hoped that Patty would like. I started out slow, fucking her with the full length of my cock and kissing her, nibbling her throat, and tonguing her ears, everything I could remember that she had seemed to like.

A few minutes later, she was moaning into my mouth as her orgasm built, and I pushed her over the edge when I angled my hands in from her shoulders and started working over her tits, cupping them in my big hands and squeezing them tightly, letting them go and then capturing her nipples, pinching and rolling them between my fingers and stretching them away from her breasts, pulling them until her tits were cone shaped and her nipples slipped from my grasp and her breast snapped back to round again.

I remembered eating her out and the placement of her clit, so I moved higher in the saddle until the top of my cock rasped over her swollen clit with every stroke. Moments after I did that, she came, her eyes squeezed tightly closed as she spasmed under me, the velvety soft walls of her cunt massaging my cock as I continued to fuck her.

She gasped for breath as her orgasm faded away, kissing me passionately as I pumped away. I sucked a turgidly erect nipple into my mouth and chewed it lightly, spat it out and kissed her again and she screamed into my mouth as another orgasm swept through her. Her pussy grasped at my cock as she came and she tore her mouth from mine and screamed as my finger, lubed in the drool from her cunt, invaded her ass and pressed against my moving cock through the thin membrane that separated the two holes.

"Oh Jesus!" she sobbed, her hands curling under my arms and hooking over my shoulders, "Fuck me Tommy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her legs were around my hips, her heels beating against my ass, and she was spiraling her hot, wet cunt up and down my relentless cock, building towards another monster orgasm.

I picked up the pace, pounding my big cock into her, my heavy, sperm laden balls slapping against the firm cheeks of her ass as we fucked. I sawed my finger in and out of her asshole, and then played a hunch.

I put my face down next to hers and whispered, "Later on, baby, I'm gonna fuck your ass!" and rammed my finger to the hilt into her asshole. She stiffened and screamed as another orgasm thundered through her, madly bucking and writhing under me as she came, her fingernails leaving bloody crescent shaped welts on my shoulders.

I buried my straining cock to the balls in her convulsing pussy and rode out the storm of her orgasm, sucking and chewing the nipples of her swollen breasts, conjuring up gory images in my head to try and stave off my own orgasm. I started to move again as her orgasm faded away, then changed my mind and pulled out of her, holding her close as she gasped for breath.

"Oh Christ!" she sobbed, clinging to me. "Oh Tommy, that was so good! I loved it, and I love you." and she kissed me, her hands rubbing my chest as our tongues dueled. She slid her hands down my body to my belly and discovered my cock, still rock hard and throbbing and wet from her juices.

"Oh my God, Tommy! You didn't cum!" She was shocked. "Why didn't you cum?"

"Gee, Patty, I don't know. It takes me longer to cum again after I cum. And if you'll remember, I've cum three time tonight."

"Oh my God!" She cringed away from me theatrically, softly screaming; "Help, help! I've fallen in love with a stud bull! Help me somebody!"

"Too late, baby." I leered at her and she giggled. I stood up, shook my cock at her, and helped her to her feet. I spun her around and wrapped her in my arms. "You're about to be impaled on my horn!"

She screamed softly again as I picked her up and carried her to the car. "Stop that you beast! Stop it, I say!" She spoke in a honeyed southern drawl, and feebly resisted as I set her down on her feet and bent her over the fender of the car, her breasts flattening out against the warm metal of the hood.

"Augggh! Augggh! Help!" she whispered, then unsuccessfully tried to smother a giggle. I fisted my cock and ran it up and down the lips of her pussy, then shoved it in, shafting her to the hilt.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "You've got exactly... Umm, a half hour to get that nasty thing out of me, you beast!" I growled at her and slobbered a wet, juicy kiss on her back, right between her shoulder blades. She stood up and bent her head back towards my face and we kissed. My hand snaked around her waist and dove between her firm thighs, and I found her clit, and flicked it with a fingertip. She gasped hotly into my mouth and said, her lips still on mine, "Oh you bastard! You don't play fair, do you?"

I said, "All is fair in love and war, baby."

She giggled and said, "Lets try the love part first, ok?"

I pulled back and thrust into her again, and she moaned and bent back over the hood. She turned her head and threw a smoky look at me and hissed, "Do it honey! Fuck me! Fuck me till I can't see straight!"

Her words send a jolt straight to my cock. I held her hips and started fucking her, working up through the gears until I was hammering my cock into her, her body shaking on the hood of the car as my belly slapped into her taut, round ass.

A few minutes later, she came, screaming, her fists hammering on the car as she orgasmed, her cunt squeezing my pounding cock. As her orgasm petered out, she looked at me over her shoulder and gasped out, "Ohhhh, you beautiful, big cocked man, you! Screw me baby, make me cum! Ohhhh, God! It's so good! Fuck!"

I redoubled my efforts, fucking her like a man gone mad, slamming my cock deep into her belly, the blunt head of my cock prodding her cervix occasionally, as our movements fell out of sync. I fucked her like that for almost fifteen minutes, wringing one orgasm after another from her as I plundered her lush body. Finally, that tingle deep down inside my balls warned me of an impending orgasm.

I timed it just right. Just as my balls pulled up into my scrotum, I reached around Patty's limp body and mashed her clit with my thumb. The pleasure-pain galvanized her and she shrieked as her orgasm smashed down on her. I slammed my cock balls deep in her belly and froze, my semen virtually exploding from my cock and hosing down her battered vagina as I roared into the night, the primal scream of a successful mating echoing across the field.

My cock felt like it was caught in a velvet meat grinder as her cunt spasmed on it, her soft passage displaying muscles of steel as it tried to milk my load from my deeply imbedded cock. We stood there, locked together as our orgasms smashed through our bodies, and slowly faded away, leaving us limp as rag dolls. I pulled my wilting cock from Patty's abused vagina and a tidal wave of her juices and mine gushed from her gaping slit, and ran down her trembling legs.

I wearily lowered her into the soft grass to rest and recuperate, and spooned her from behind, gathering her into my arms and pillowing her head on my bicep, and my own on my bundled up shoes. I leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Patty. Thank you so much for being the woman to pluck my cherry."

She smiled and turned her face to mine, kissing me softly. "No Tommy, thank you. Thank you for teaching me how to love." She kissed me again, and we fell asleep there in that field, to Roy Orbison crooning 'Pretty Woman.'

He could keep his pretty woman.

I had mine, right here in my arms.