First Time August Rain

I was a boy at eighteen.

It was the middle of August 1978 and I had graduated from high school three months earlier. My eighteenth birthday had come and gone, and I was still a virgin. My entire love life had consisted of many awkward moments and a few goodnight kisses while being watched by my mother. I was terribly shy around girls but I was so horny that I masturbated twice a day.

My name is Peter Carpenter, but my friends have always called me Pete. "Pete, this party is going to be great," my good friend William Breaux had told me before he picked me up from my trailer in his red 1967 Chevy Camaro convertible that morning.

The car was cool, though rusting out from underneath, but the trailer was an ancient piece of shit. However, since I was renting it, it was my piece of shit. After living under the thumbs of my protective parents for my whole life, I felt like I had been freed from prison. Of course, though free and living on my own, I had been ill prepared to be able to speak to a woman and invite her back to my new place.

I wasn't so sure about the party, but I got into William's car anyway. I had my swim trunks on under my jeans. "Are you sure it's okay?" I asked.

"For the tenth time, yes," he replied as he pulled out onto the narrow highway. "Look, Allison Miller is throwing the pool party at her mom's house. She's friends with Tricia, right?"

I nodded, though I had no idea who these girls were. It wasn't really my circle of friends, as shy as I was around girls.

"Well, Trisha is dating Jack. Trisha invited Jack. Jack invited me. I invited you. Simple," he concluded.

I shook my head in disbelief. I could see that we were probably going to get kicked out for crashing the party. Jack was sixteen, so his girlfriend and this Allison girl were probably just as young. My friend, William, was seventeen, having just graduated like me. We were older. Miss Miller, Allison's divorced mom, would probably filter out any older kids, like us.

William had the top down on his Camaro and I enjoyed the breeze because, though it was around eleven in the morning, the sun was already beating down. It was hot every day in August in Longville. That's the small town in southwest Louisiana where we lived.

It took ten minutes to get to the Miller's house.

There were a half a dozen cars parked all around. They were parked in the driveway, in the street in front of the house, and on the front lawn, which was mostly dead anyway. William parked on the street and hopped out, leaving the top down. I got out and followed him into the house; the front door was unlocked.

The house was wide and shallow. From the front door I could see the back yard through the sliding glass doors at the back of the house. William glanced around for a second and then walked right on in. I hesitated, but followed.

In the living room, just inside the glass doors, stood Miss Miller. She was fourteen years older than me, having had Allison when she was a teenager herself, but she was fine. That's what we called hot in those days, though fine is still used sometimes today. She had long wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong but sexy face. She was deeply tanned over every inch of skin I could see but for two tan lines running up her shoulders and around the back of her neck. She wore a white dress with red dots that was held up by thin straps at her shoulders. The dress left her arms, shoulders, and upper chest bare. Her tits were full and filled out her dress, spilling over the sides just a little.

Miss Miller said, "Go on through, the party's in the back." She had a sexy voice.

William barely acknowledged her as he passed on through the glass door. I followed him, too shy to even say anything to her. That was always the way with me in those days.

There were about a dozen teenagers around and in the pool. I knew only a few from school, the rest were probably from other schools or younger grades. All of the girls were dressed in brightly colored bikinis. All of the guys wore dark swim trunks.

William took off his clothes quickly, stripping down to his trunks. I did the same, only more slowly. Most of the kids watched us come in. Though Miss Miller hadn't filtered us out, I was still concerned about being kicked out for being too old or not invited.

William jumped into the pool and started horsing around. He was quick. Nobody paid me much attention after that. I stripped down to my black and red swim trunks and sat on a chair. Swimming required interaction with girls and I was just too damn shy for that.

After a few minutes one of the girls got out of the pool and came up to me. I didn't recognize her. She had blond hair that reached to her shoulders and a pretty face, despite some blemishes. She was lightly tanned except for the pale tan lines I could see peeking out at the edges of her bikini. It was a skimpy pink one.

She asked, "You're William's friend?"

I nodded. If I was too shy to jump in the water, I was definitely too shy to talk to this girl.

"Did you graduate this year?" she asked.

I nodded again. "Yea," I managed to say, barely.

"I'm one grade behind you. I'm going to be seventeen in a few months. I can't wait to be a senior," she said.

Well, it was just as well that I was so shy. Though I had just recently turned eighteen, I knew enough not to mess with girls under eighteen. I just nodded.

"Well," she said. "I'm Allison. Enjoy the party."

She did look a little like her mother, I thought to myself as she walked away. It was best to stick with girls my own age. Of course, girls my own age scared the hell out of me.

The sun beat down like a demon that day. I started to sweat early and one of the first things I did was put on suntan lotion. I rarely got out like that so my skin was pale.

The other kids left me alone. They horsed around, splashing and swimming all over. I sat alone.

At about noon Miss Miller emerged from the house with a tray of finger sandwiches and many big glasses of lemonade. Everyone gathered around. They all got a sandwich and a drink. I was last.

I took the last sandwich and one of the glasses of lemonade. Miss Miller said to me, "It's ninety three degrees already."

"Sure is hot," I replied.

Miss Miller flipped her hair back over her shoulder. She was the sexiest woman I had ever met. Then she took a big drink of lemonade. I watched her. She was perspiring almost as much as I was. I watched a bead of sweat roll down her chest and disappear down her dress between her big breasts. I was mesmerized, wishing I were that bead of sweat. My cock started to harden in my trunks.

I quickly took a drink from my own glass when she stopped and looked at me. I didn't think she saw me staring at her. I glanced around my glass and hoped nobody else did either.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower to cool off," Miss Miller announced. I was the only one close enough to hear her. "Enjoy the party," she added.

I watched her turn and walk into the house. I noticed that she had a tattoo of a butterfly on the back of her right shoulder. In those days, tattoos on women were rare and it made her look that much sexier to me. My cock hardened more as I watched.

I stood there and ate my little sandwich and drank my lemonade. I was sweating from the heat and also from the thought of Miss Miller showering. I turned away from the pool so nobody could see my hard-on tenting the front of my trunks.

Then an urge came over me. I was young and foolish in those days, like most guys. I was shy around girls but I was very horny. I announced to nobody in particular that I had to use the bathroom, and proceeded into the house.

Trying to look casual to the kids around the pool, not that any of them paid me any mind, I opened and closed the sliding door very slowly as I entered the living room. I was trying to make as little noise as possible, without looking like that was what I was trying to do. As I got the door closed I heard the shower turn on upstairs.

I quickly but lightly padded up the stairs toward the sound. If I were caught, my plan was to tell her that I had to pee and was looking for the bathroom. It was lame plan but it was all I could come up with.

The master bedroom door was wide open and I peeked inside. The adjoining bathroom light was on and that's where the sound of the water running in the shower was coming from. I had to take a look. I couldn't resist.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I snuck through the bedroom, my footfalls lost in the thick carpet. I reached the bathroom doorway and slowly peaked around the jam. I went very slowly so I could spot her before she spotted me, in case she was looking in my direction.

Then I saw her. She was standing with her back toward the door. She was beautiful. She had taken her dress off and was tossing it aside.

She had a bikini top tan line across the middle of her bare back. I could just see the edge of her right tit from under her arm. It was pale and looked so smooth. Her waist was thin and her hips wide. I could clearly see tan lines across her hips and a large triangle of pale skin covering her ass. Her ass was round and firm.

My cock grew instantly hard in my trunks.

Then, she bent forward to adjust the water and I was greeted to a sight I had never seen before. Growing up in such a repressed household I did still manage to get a copy of Playboy. I would jerk off to it every night. But in all of those pages I never really got to see what a pussy looked like. Not without it being mostly hidden behind a mound of dark hair.

Well, I saw Miss Miller's pussy when she bent forward. I saw her asshole above and the slit of her pussy below. I didn't really understand what I was seeing; I just knew that I really wanted to understand it. It was a pink slit with thin brown lips hanging down ever so slightly below. There was also kinky blond hair framing the whole thing.

She stood up and stepped into the shower. I pulled myself back, knowing that she would turn around and spot me if I didn't. I heard her draw the shower curtain. I took that as my cue to leave. I was confounded by what I had just seen, but I yearned to see more.

I made my way back out to the pool, my cock deflating just as I got there. Nobody noticed me as I walked back to my chair next to my pile of clothing. I sat down and took a deep breath.

My heart was pounding after what I had just seen. It had been a big risk to sneak that peek but it had yielded great reward. I was so curious. Most of my friends already knew all this but with my upbringing I was way behind in my sexual education.

Half an hour later William found me. I was sitting alone in a chaise lounge watching everyone splash around. He was soaked.

"Hey, buddy. We're all going to head over to Jimmy's house," he said.

"Who's Jimmy?" I asked.

"He's Michelle's older brother, you don't know him," he told me.

Well, I didn't know Michelle either.

"Anyway, he's supposed to have beer and no parental supervision," he said with a smile.

"I don't know," I said.

"It'll be fun," he urged.

"No," I said. "Look, this isn't my sort of thing. Can you just drop me off at my house?"

"What? You live in the wrong direction," he complained.

"I'll take him home," Miss Miller said.

She was standing behind my chaise. I had no idea how long she had been there. I had been looking out for her and I never saw her exit the house. She couldn't have heard William tell me about the beer, I figured, because she would have had something to say about that.

"Great," William said. "See you later."

I turned around and looked at Miss Miller. She was wearing her white and red polka dot dress again. My heart skipped a beat as she looked down into my eyes. "Thanks," I managed to say.

She smiled at me. She had a pretty smile. "Not a problem, I need to drive to Moss Bluff in a little while," she told me.

That was south toward my trailer, which was really closer to Ragley than Longville. I couldn't believe my luck. I wanted to spend time with Miss Miller. She was so sexy I could barely stand it.

All of the kids left. Miss Miller told Allison to be careful and have a good time. Nobody mentioned the beer. I was sure Miss Miller would have put a stop to it if she had known. I wasn't going to mention it.

Miss Miller disappeared in the house without a word. I didn't even see her go as I had glanced away. I waited for a few minutes, the back yard empty but for me. I didn't know if she wanted me to follow her inside, or what.

Then she re-appeared.

Miss Miller had changed into a bikini. She was a knockout. The bikini was all white strings but for four little triangles. Each triangle was dark yellow, decorated with white dots. Two of the triangles half-covered her tits, one covered her pussy, and the last one covered her ass.

I pulled my knees up as my cock tented my trunks once again.

Miss Miller was deeply tanned all over but for the pale skin peeking out from behind her bikini. She walked up to me. Up close her tits looked huge and were totally natural. I hoped that my trunks were black enough, and my knees were up far enough, for her not to notice my hard cock. She casually told me, "I'm so hot. I'm going to take a dip before we go, if that's okay."

I swallowed hard and nodded.

She walked the three steps to the pool. I watched her ass sway as she approached the edge. Then she dove into the water.

I stared intently. She surfaced on the far side of the pool, her blond hair plastered to the back of her head. She swam to the far edge and held on for a second. Then she kicked off from the edge toward my side. She had perfect form.

Reaching the edge of the pool in front of me she climbed out, the water cascading down the curves of her sexy body. She walked back to me as I tried to avert my eyes. She pulled the chair to my left closer to my chaise and sat down. She was right there in arms reach. I could barely breathe.

"Mmm...," she moaned and tossed her wet hair behind her. "That feels so much better."

"Cool?" I asked. It was all I could say.

"Well, I'm still hot, but it's better. Aren't you the Carpenter's kid?" she asked me.

I nodded.

"Wow," she said, shaking her head. "So, were they really strict on you?"

I nodded again and said, "I have my own place now."

"Oh? So, you're on your own, eh?"

I nodded. My cock was so hard that I could hardly think. She was beautiful.

"Did they let you date?" she asked.

I nodded. "Chaperoned," I clarified.

"You ever sneak out with a girl?" she asked with a smirk.

I shook my head. "No chance for that."

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me. Then she asked, "So, have you ever kissed a girl?"

I nodded. "Goodnight kisses."

She smiled and then she looked around. "Now, where did I put that towel?" she asked. I hadn't seen any towel. She reached to her right and found nothing. Then she reached to her left, across my body. She tapped my thighs with her forearm.

My legs dropped and my hard cock became evident as it tented by trunks obscenely. Miss Miller gasped. "Oh my," she said.

I dropped my hands to my crotch to try to cover my cock. I pulled my knees up again. "Sorry," I said.

"Did I cause that?" she asked, surprised.

I nodded my head.

She smiled and said, "I didn't think you'd be interested in an old woman like me." She was thirty-two.

I barely managed to say, "You're really pretty."

"Really?" she asked.

I nodded. That was all I could do.

"Well," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to turn you on so much with this bikini and all. Hmm," she thought. "I guess the least I could do is relieve your issue, don't you think? I caused it after all."

I was stunned. I froze, except for my cock, which throbbed even harder.

Miss Miller then reached for my trunks and without a moment's hesitation she pulled them up my bent legs. My cock was free. She instantly reached down and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.

"Oh, God," I sighed. The situation had turned around in the last five seconds, much for the better. Miss Miller wasn't giving me a chance to be scared and pull away. She had taken control.

"Have you ever had a girl touch your cock before?" she asked as she gently stroked my dick. She had a very light touch.

I shook my head.

She gripped my prick harder and began stroking me. I dropped my legs, my trunks still at mid-thigh. I watched as her fist bunched the skin at the bottom and then stretched the skin at the top. She knew what she was doing.

My head swam with pleasure. It was a strange sensation to have someone else touching my prick. I loved it.

"So, have you ever french-kissed a girl?" she asked casually.

I shook my head. The pleasure from her hand was greater than anything I could do myself. I couldn't speak.

Miss Miller leaned forward. She had lots of freckles. I found that sexy. She kissed me. Then she lifted her head and looked at me, still stroking my cock. She said, "Open your mouth and let my tongue in."

Then she kissed me again and this time I let her do what she wanted to. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. It was so strange to me, that first time. I was transported to a different world; a world consisting completely of our mouths, her hand, and my cock.

After a moment, I began stroking her tongue with mine. Then she slowly pulled her tongue back. I chased it. Then I was inside her mouth. A light had come on and I realized what this was all about. I pressed my tongue deep into her mouth, stroking her tongue and her teeth. I could feel her hand stroking my cock faster and faster.

Miss Miller pulled up and broke the kiss. She looked down at me and smiled. "You're a fast learner," she said.

I smiled at that. I was very motivated to learn as much as I could.

She stroked my cock steadily with her fist. She glanced at her hand and then looked into my eyes. She asked, "So, does this feel good enough?"

I nodded. It felt like heaven.

"Well, this might feel better," she said. And with that, she did the most amazing thing to me. She dropped her head to my lap and kissed and licked the head of my cock.

I felt her tongue flit against underside of my prick. Every lick sent a jolt of pleasure directly into my brain. Then I felt her hot wet mouth envelop the head of my cock and begin to push down. She was sucking my dick up into her mouth. "Whoa," I gasped.

My cock was of average size and Miss Miller was able to press her face lower and lower until almost my entire prick was in her mouth. She gripped me tightly between her lips. Then she began slowly stroking her lips up and down my cock. Her hands roamed across my chest and down my legs.

"Oh my god, that feels so good Miss Miller," I moaned, overcome with such gratitude I was finally able to speak. I was swept away by the pleasure of her mouth. I didn't care about anything else in the world except that feeling.

She stroked my cock steadily with her lips. I felt her tongue swirl around the head on each upstroke. I felt the back of her throat tap the head on each downstroke. The sound of her slurping mouth was so sexy to me.

I started breathing heavy, moaning in pleasure. I watched her intently, memorizing every second. I watched her lips travel up and down my shaft; it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

Miss Miller's mouth was warm and wet around my dick. Her tongue played across the sensitive skin on each stroke inside her mouth. Her blond hair, which cascaded down around her face, gently bobbed and rocked as she gave me my very first blowjob.

"I'm going to do it," I told her, feeling the sensations that told me I was getting close. I didn't want to accidentally come in her mouth. I assumed that would have grossed her out.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned around my cock.

I was shocked. Surely she didn't want me to come in her mouth. That thought was pushed aside when she cupped my balls in her warm left hand and kneaded them gently. My thighs and balls started tingling. I was coming.

Cum raced up my shaft and blasted into Miss Miller's mouth. She pulled her head up until only the head of my cock remained between her lips. She pumped my prick with her fist, helping me fill her mouth with my cum.

I watched in awe as she swallowed load after load of cum down her throat. It had never occurred to me that a woman would ever want do that to me. I moaned in pleasure.

It was so strange to not have a mess to clean up after I came. I always had to account for that. Instead, Miss Miller sucked every last drop and left my deflating cock completely clean.

"That was amazing," I gasped. I was breathing heavy but my head was clearing.

"Feel better?" she asked with a smile. Her mouth was completely clean of any trace of my cum.

"Much better Miss Miller," I said.

"Call me Beth," she replied with a chuckle.

"Beth?" I asked.

"That's my name," she said with a smile.

"Okay, Beth," I said. It felt a little awkward.

"Well, now I'm all worked up," she complained.

"Worked up?" I asked.

"Oh, you poor thing. You have been so sheltered by your parents," she sympathized. "I'm really turned on, sweetie. I need to come. Will you help me?"

I was stunned. It may sound strange but until that time I was not aware that women had the same needs as men. The sexual revolution of the sixties had completely passed my parents by and, she was right, I had been very sheltered. If her orgasm were to feel anything like what I had just experienced I wanted to give that to her more than anything in the world. Of course, I had no idea how to go about doing that, but I was ready to do whatever she needed. I nodded.

"Don't look so scared," she said. "I'll give you a crash course on everything you need to know, okay?"

I nodded again, my cock beginning to rise in anticipation. I was young and recovered very quickly. I sat up.

"The first rule is that every woman is different," she told me. "Everything else I'm going to teach you will help, but you have to always remember that first rule."

I nodded as it started to rain. I pulled my trunks up as we both scrambled to our feet. Though the day was hot, the rain on our skin stung and was too cold for comfort.

"Come on," she told me.

We moved to a covered spot in the back yard. A large awning covered a concrete area. The area had various potted plants around it and a large solid oak chaise lounge in the center. However this was no ordinary chaise lounge. The chaise was well cushioned. It was four feet wide and eight feet long; big enough to hold two people comfortably. It was reclined flat with a pillow at the top to support your head. With it laid down like that it was more like a bed than a chaise.

She sat down at the foot of the chaise as the rain started to really come down. She said, "The radio said that a storm front was coming in. I didn't expect it so early."

The sky grew dark as the rain fell. A cool breeze blew in that was quite a relief from the heat of the day. Beth was soaked from her swim as well as the rain. As I stood there looking down at her I couldn't help but stare at her big breasts, her sweat and the rain mixing together on her skin. What moisture that didn't trickle down into the valley between those tits clung tenaciously to the firm flesh.

"Would you like to touch them?" she asked.

My eyes went wide in shock. She had noticed that I was staring. Then I nodded.

"Come sit down next to me," she said.

I sat down beside her and she seemed so untouchable. She has offered to let me touch her tits, but I had no idea how to proceed. I was so nervous.

She turned to me and asked softly, "Can you see how hard my nipples are?"

I nodded. Her nipples dented the thin material of the bikini top. From my issue of Playboy in my room, I knew a lot about how breasts looked. I didn't know much else, but breasts I knew.

Beth reached up behind her head and untied her bikini top as I watched, her tits stretching with her movements. My mouth was dry as she slowly pulled her top down revealing to me my first pair of naked breasts I'd ever seen in real life. Her bikini tan lines ran down from her shoulders and a triangle of very pale skin covered her nipples and the undersides of her breasts. I grabbed them in my hands.

"Gently," she said.

I flinched. I was embarrassed I had done that. I softened my grip.

"Okay, I need to teach you these things. Sorry. I forgot. Caress my tits gently with your hands," she told me.

I did as instructed, stroking her firm full tits with my fingers. The skin was softer than I had imagined it would be. I ran my fingers lightly over her skin and gingerly touched her nipples. I cupped her big breasts in my hands feeling how heavy they were.

"Now, gently lick and suck on my nipples," she instructed softly. "You can also gently roll my nipples between your fingers."

I was more than eager to do this. I leaned in and licked at her nipples before sucking, gently at first and then more strongly. I could taste the salt of her sweat mixed with the clean rain water and a trace of chlorine from the pool.

"Yes," she sighed. "That's it. Now, very gently, graze your teeth against them."

I was hesitant to do this but I did as instructed. As lightly as possible I scraped my teeth against her tender nipples. I did this a couple of times before returning to sucking and licking at her tits. My cock was as hard as a rock inside my trunks.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful," she whispered to me. "You're a natural."

I caressed the smooth pale flesh of her tits as I sucked and licked at her nipples. I rolled them between my fingers. I nibbled at them with my teeth.

"Okay," Beth finally said. "You sit right there and I'm going to show you something you've never seen before."

I reluctantly released her tits as she stood up. Without thinking I let one hand fall to my crotch and stroke my cock through my trunks. It was so hard.

Beth slowly stood up in front of me as the rain fell harder just a few feet from us, distant thunder rumbling in the background. Her tits looked even bigger from underneath. I looked up into her eyes and she smiled.

I watched her hands fall to her hips. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her bikini bottoms and very slowly pushed down. As the material fell lower, I saw blond pubic hair emerge into view, just as in the Playboy. Women didn't shave their pussy at all in those days. She continued to push her bikini down revealing the bottom of her pussy as it sloped away between her thighs. Through the forest of downy blond hair I could make out her slit, again just like in my Playboy.

Then she did something that they didn't do in my magazine. Just as she had done in the bathroom, she turned around and bent down, but this time her ass was two feet from my face. She pushed her bikini to her ankles, bending low. Her ass was pale, the sun never reaching the seat of her bikini. I followed the trail of pale skin with my eyes down the crack of her ass. I could see her dark asshole, winking at me. Below that, as she bent low, I saw her pussy. I could clearly see the pink slit surrounded by blond pubic hair and again I found it fascinating. Then, again, too quickly for me to begin to make sense of it, she stood up and kicked off her bikini bottoms.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked as she turned around.

I could only nod in agreement.

Completely naked, Beth slowly climbed past me into the chaise and laid back, her head on the pillow. Then she did something I had definitely not seen in any Playboy magazine; she slowly spread her legs. My eyes were glued to her pussy. I could clearly see everything. It was so unlike anything I had ever seen before.

"Come closer," she said. "Lay down between my legs."

Gladly, I thought. At eight feet long, the chaise was long enough for her to lie on and leave room for me to lie between her legs. I lay down between her spread and lifted thighs. I could smell an aroma from her cunt I had never smelled before. It overwhelmed my senses.

Beth reached down and spread her pussy open a little with her fingers. "See this little red bud right here?" she asked rhetorically, stroking her finger across the top of her pussy. "That's my clit," she told me breathlessly. "Please lick it. It will take a little while for me to come, but please don't stop until I tell you to, okay?"

I nodded, very eager to please her and to learn everything I could. This was more sexual education in ten minutes than I had gotten in the prior eighteen years. I didn't know what it was going to be like when she came, but I couldn't wait to find out.

I crept forward some more and reached out with my tongue. With her fingers still spreading her pussy, I licked at her clit. While the area around her clit was soft, the clit itself was firm and slick beneath my tongue, making it easier to identify. I licked at it for a moment before I had to back up. The aroma was too strong for me. I gagged and coughed.

"It's an acquired taste for some," Beth said sympathetically. "Here's a trick. Press you face firmly to my pussy."

I scooted forward more and, as instructed, pressed my face against her pussy as she pulled her hands away. I wrapped my lips around the top of her slit, pressing my tongue between the folds. I swirled my tongue against her pussy-flesh until I found the little nub of her clit. She was right; the aroma was much less, my nose up in her blond pubic hair and my cheeks and chin blocking the source of the scent.

"Oh, yes," she hissed. "Lick it just like that."

I rolled my eyes up and looked into Beth's eyes as I licked her clit. She smiled at me and rolled her nipples between her fingers. I used my hands to hold onto her hips.

Beth's sighs of pleasure mixed with the sound of the rainfall as I licked her clit. I swirled it, sliding my tongue round and round the little bud. I then took it between my lips and sucked on it, first gently and then harder. I let my instincts take over.

"Softly," she scolded me. "You're a natural at this but you have to remember to be very gentle."

"Sorry," I said, before pressing my face back down and trying again.

"That's okay," she breathed. "You're doing very good."

I liked to hear that. I wanted to please her so much. I resumed licking her clit, remembering to be gentler. I lapped at it with a slow gentle motion.

"That's a good boy," she cooed, "lick that clit softly."

The rain fell harder around us, the thunder rumbling again, nearer this time. I licked and licked at her clit. My saliva ran out of my mouth and down across her pussy, but I didn't care.

"Look at me," Beth whispered. "Watch me as you eat me. Use my reactions to see if you are doing it right."

I rolled my eyes up and watched her as I licked her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. I swirled my tongue around her clit and she gasped. I very gently put my lips around her clit. I sucked softly with my mouth as I flicked it with my tongue.

"Oh God," Beth whined. "Do that. Don't stop."

I heard her moan as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. She breathed heavily as she began to buck her hips up against my face. I held fast to her pussy. I noticed that my cock had deflated a little as I concentrated completely on working on her pussy.

"Yes," she groaned. "I'm gonna come."

I didn't stop and I didn't change what I was doing. It was working. Then she began shouting and gasping. I had never heard anything like it. It was like she had lost control of herself for a moment. I kept licking.

"Okay," she finally gasped. "Stop for a second."

She breathed heavily trying to catch her breath as the rain fell loudly all around us. I pulled my head up from between her thighs and looked at her. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

She looked at me, her eyes wide. Then she said, "No, Peter, that was perfect. I came so good. Thank you."

I smiled at her. I was so proud of myself. I had made my first woman come; something I had been unaware was even possible until a few minutes earlier.

"Now I'm going to teach you a secret that will make you very popular," she said, still breathing heavy and rolling her nipples between her fingers. "See the opening at the bottom of my slit?"

I nodded.

"I want you to put your index finger inside me and stroke it in and out," she instructed.

I did as I was bid. I slowly and deliberately slipped my index finger inside of her pussy. I was surprised to discover how warm and wet she was in there. I was fascinated at the way her cunt gripped my finger, wishing it were my cock, which grew hard again. I gently pulled the digit out and put it back in a few times.

"You don't have to be as gentle as on my clit," she told me. "Now, with your palm up I want you to bend your finger up like you are asking me to join you."

I bent my finger up inside her, pressing firmly against the front wall of her cunt, and rubbed it back and forth. The rain fell all around us, lightning flashing a few miles away. The thunder rolled in as I rubbed inside her cunt with my finger.

"Oh, God, that's it, keep rubbing that spot. Press hard," she urged.

I pressed hard up against the front wall of her pussy, at the spot she wanted me to. The interior of her fuck-hole was so soft and warm and wet. With my other hand I rubbed my hard cock through my trunks.

"Oh, shit, that feels good," she hissed, rolling her nipples and twitching her hips.

I continued to rub that one spot in her pussy, back and forth, side to side. I memorized the spot because she was soon gasping and bucking in ecstasy. A cool wind washed across our bodies as the rain pooled in many small puddles around the back yard.

"I'm coming," she cried out.

Her orgasm overtook her much faster than it had when I had been licking her clit. She moaned and groaned with pleasure. Then her cunt became extremely wet. So much so that it flowed down her ass. I was amazed but didn't really understanding what I was seeing.

She looked down her body at me and said, "Fuck me, Peter!"

She didn't have to tell me twice. I stood up and dropped my trunks to the ground. My hard cock sprang free and I climbed back onto the chaise, kneeling down between Beth's widely spread thighs. I took my cock in my right hand and aimed it at her cunt.

Beth reached down and took the end of my prick between her fingers. She placed the head at the entrance to her fuck-hole. Lightning flashed close by, the thunder loud as it rolled, filling my ears.

This was the moment I had waited for. Though I wanted to savor it, I couldn't. I thrust my hips forward as if I had no control over them, sinking my cock fully into her pussy in one smooth stroke. I didn't stop until my balls nestled against the crack of her ass.

"See how wet I am for you," she whispered to me. "You did that by rubbing my G-spot until I came all over your fucking finger."

Her words barely registered with me. My cock was inside her. I thought I knew what to expect, but I had been unprepared for the warmth. It was like sticking my cock inside of an oven, her pussy was so hot. This was so unfamiliar to me I almost came at that moment. The other surprise was how all encompassing the feeling of her pussy was. All of her pussy rubbed all of my cock. Her cunt gripped my prick firmly but not too tightly.

When I regained my senses I looked down into her eyes and she said, "Now, stroke me nice and slow with your prick."

I looked down and watched as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and then gently pressed it back in. She was so wet that I met little resistance as I sawed in and out of her. The lighting crackled and thundered all around us, but I paid it no mind. I was fucking my first pussy and it was wonderful.

"Mmm, how does that feels?" she moaned. "You like that pussy?"

I gave her an evil little grin. Though I had imagined this moment for many years, it was so much better than I had thought it would be. I stroked my cock in and out of her wet cunt, loving the feel of her pussy lips gripping the sides of my shaft.

"If you start to feel like your going to come, tell me," she instructed.

I nodded. Though I had almost come from the warmth, I was okay. Her earlier blowjob had really done the trick. I knew I could last for a little while.

"Faster," she urged. "Slap your hips down against me. Drive your cock deep into me. I can take it."

I was being too gentle, so I started fucking harder and harder into her. Loving the added friction, I pounded my prick deep into her cunt over and over. The thunder rolled all around but the sound of my hips slapping down against Beth was louder.

"Yea, that's it," she gasped. "Fuck me."

I could smell her fuck juices as I stroked her cunt with my cock. It mixed with the smell of the rain to create an intoxicating perfume that filled my lungs as I gasped for breath. I was in heaven.

"That's a good boy," she groaned. "Fuck that pussy."

I slapped my hips down against her, her big tits jiggling and rocking with each blow. My balls slapped against her ass again and again. I felt the familiar tingle begin in my balls. "I feel it starting," I told her.

Beth wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled me tight against her, and said, "Stop."

I let my cock soak deep inside her pussy. For a moment I thought I was going to come, but we both held still and the feeling began to abate. I sighed in relief because I really wanted this to last a long time.

"Wait a little bit longer than you think you need to," she told me as she spread her legs wide again.

I lay on top of her and waited a little bit until my cock felt comfortable but still hard. I stroked her a couple times and found that she had been right. I could go for a while longer now.

Beth smiled up at me. "You're a fucking natural, Pete. Now fuck me hard until I come of your big hard cock."

I rose up on my arms and jack hammered my hips against her as fast as I could, slapping her hips loudly. I looked down at the pleasure on her face as she closed her eyes and felt my cock deep inside of her. I watched her tits jiggle as I fucked her hard, jolting her body on each stroke.

"Fuck it," Beth grunted through a grimace of pleasure. Her fingers scratched at my hips, urging me on.

I jammed my prick into her slick cunt over and over. The lightning struck close, rumbling loudly in my ears. If it killed me now, I'd die happy, I thought.

"Yes, right there. Fuck me," Beth cried.

I fucked her with all my strength. The breeze from the storm did little to cool me down as I broke out into a sweat. I breathed deep as I rammed my prick hard in and out of her clinging soft wet pussy.

"I'm coming," Beth gasped and moaned.

I could feel her cunt writhe and ripple around my fucking cock as her orgasm swept over her. I watched her face as she came. It was beautiful.

"Yes," she hissed, her orgasm peaking.

I rammed my dick deep into her and held it deep. I felt my balls tingling and I tried to stop it. But her cunt had clamped tight around my cock and was rippling and stimulating me until I couldn't hold back any longer.

Feeling my cock expand inside her, Beth said, "Come inside me, Peter."

The cum raced up my shaft and blasted deep inside her cunt. I gasped and shuddered, my orgasm tingling my balls, thighs, and stomach. It felt so good to cum deep into a woman. I had never imagined it could feel so good.

"That's a good boy. Give me your cum," Beth cooed as I pouring myself into her, filling her with every last drop.

Distant thunder rolled through the neighborhood as I collapsed atop her soft body. She stroked my hair as I lay there, her big tits against my shoulders. I didn't move, savoring the feeling of my cock inside of her, until I began to deflate.

I rose up and she looked at me. She lifted her head and kissed me tenderly on the lips as the rain stopped. Then she said, "That was wonderful, Peter. You are definitely a man now."

A man? Yep. I had learned so much on that hot summer day in 1978. It was a long time ago but I remember everything as if it were yesterday. And those lessons? They served me very well from that day on.

I was a man at eighteen.​