My mother was a tall pretty girls with a long mane of honey blonde hair and a very wild streak. She grew up along the shores of Virginia Bay in a small town. The houses in the town were large and impressive, with long green lawns. The people in the houses had impressive amounts of another kind of long green. it was a kind Snobville and you had to toe the line. Mom did not toe the line.
Mom married a man from the large city, Baltimore. Now there were people in Baltimore who were acceptable to the people in our town. However, not very many.
The man Mom married made his living trading sports cards. it was a kind a step up from pimping. Not a very large step, but a step.
After a time, I was born. Two years later my father died in an airplane crash while he was flying to a sports card convention. Mom then had to raise me alone.
We had enough money to live without Mom working. This was just as well, as the neighbors wanted very small to do with Mom after she married an outsider.
My childhood years were a bit rough on Mom. We had just enough money to live, not enough for Mom to play the expensive games the locals played.
Mom still looked good, damn good. However, no one wanted the lady with the outsider's kid. If you think it was a kind tough on Mom, it was a kind tougher in me. No one in Snobville wanted anything to do with the outsider's kid. I had some trouble early, but I lifted weights and played kung-fu at the YMCA.
I was tall and muscular and even a small good looking. However, since no one wanted me, I spent most of my time in a small sailboat on the waters of Chesapeake Bay. I had a job with a research firm doing water sampling and small sea creature counting. it was a kind an OK way to spend time and I did get to know the small beaches and coves of Chesapeake Bay as few others did.
Then things began to change. My senior year in high school I had to take the bus up to Baltimore several times to take tests for a college scholarship. I did very well, especially in math, and I eventually won a scholarship to Caltech out in California. The last trip up to Baltimore was just after I had turned 18. Several of us took a small detour to what they call The Block. The Block is an area of bars and strip joints. I was included because I was tall and looked older.
We got into this one strip club and there was a contest. With my math mind, I figured a way to win the contest. The prize was a fuck with one large Cat Carrie. BCC had an enormous set of breasts and a tight, athletic body that let her do the kind of dance that got her called large Cat. She could also fuck like a large cat and would have brought me off in seconds like the green kid I was. However, it was a kind my first time and I was so nervous I lasted a while and, for a wonder, fucked large Cat into submission.
Our waitress made a large deal out of the last and, by the time we got back to Snobville, I was a sort of local teen legend.
Then several factors combined to make my last summer in Chesapeake Bay a truly memorable one. Mom had attracted a very rich widower, near the top of the heap in Snobville. He wanted the lady with the honey blonde mane. He did not want her kid. I was leaving for the West coast and would be gone for at least four years. With his money and my brains he indicated that it was a kind going to be at least six years and that I would remain on the West coast until I had at least a doctorate. By the time I had a doctorate, his connections would make it easy for me to get a West coast job. He was not going to abandon me, but he did not want me back.
I also had my small sail boat and my knowledge of the hidden small places of Chesapeake Bay. I still had my height, my muscles and my handsome face. I also had a reputation from my fuck with large Cat.
Several local pretty girlss who did not have logic as their strong suit nevertheless came up with the same conclusion. I could take them to a secret place. I could teach them the art of fucking. I was a tall, strong stud who could handle the situation if we were discovered. Best of all, I was leaving for foreign parts more or less permanently. (Anything West of Hagarstown is foreign parts and probably dangerous because of the Indian raids.)
Brandy was the first of the Snobville pretty girlss to take a sudden interest in the sea creatures of the Chesapeake Bay tide pools. The night sea creatures.
Now, most of my work had been daytime, but I am adaptable.
One evening, Brandy and I set forth for an in depth exploration of Chesapeake Bay wild life. As soon as we got well underway, Brandy discovered that the top of her brand-new bikini was just too tight and that she was just going to have to go topless; did I mind?
Well, I really didn't mind, although I thought my penis might rip its way free of my bathing suit.
OK, it had become obvious that Brandy and I were going to screw. I headed for a perfect place I had found some time back. A bridge exited just above a small beach. The bridge exit was tilted away from the beach and the exit blocked any and all pedestrian access. it was a kind not only private, the traffic and wind noise of the bridge exit would cover anything we did.
Brandy had packed a sort of picnic lunch for our mission and the lunch included a bottle of wine. Despite our Snobville origins, the wine was not some pricey vintage, but rather a fortified wine with the magic ingredient alcohol. By the time we got to the hidden beach, Brandy was in a state that wine lovers call looped! (I certainly hope you did not think that a proper Maryland pretty girls would just go out and screw while she was sober. Did you?)
I beached my small sail boat and secured it so that we would have some way back.
Brandy had spread a plastic tarp of some kind on the beach and set the picnic basket next to it on a blanket.
The foreplay part of our fake courtship was rather abbreviated. Brandy, for some reason, decided that she had to call attention to the fact that she was topless. (No shit lady, I never noticed that!)
Then, to avoid my fixating on her tits, Brandy also rolled down her bikini to show me that she had to shave to fit into the small scrap of cloth.
Just to be polite, I felt the shaved area and was going to make some polite comment about how smooth it was. I could also have commented on how wet and slippery it was, but I never got the chance.
Brandy had to have my penis inside her, right now!
I stripped her small tiny bikini bottom and my own swim trunks and laid the lady down on the plastic tarp. By the time I mounted her, Brandy was dripping wet and panting with lust. I did not waste time, but shoved my huge dick into her waiting pretty girls. I felt the surprisingly strong resistance and then I slid inside her. It must have hurt her, but she did not complain. She wanted me to fuck her brains out.
Using the lessons I had learned from large Cat, I took my time and worked deep into her tight pretty girls pretty girls. I did not force things but got deeper with every stroke. At first, Brandy was just waiting for me to finish so that she could get past her first time. However, even with the initial pain she began to respond. The tense small pretty girls waiting to be raped gradually worked into a pretty girls finding a bit of enjoyment in a moonlight fuck.
As I got deeper, she began to move a small and things got more like my fuck with large Cat. Suddenly, I could feel Brandy turn hot! She got very excited and quickly orgasmed. I was drawn along and shot my cum over several stokes. I suspect that Brandy did not plan for the continuation as she more or less collapsed after she came.
After we finished, I rolled off her and we lay there for a while.
I finally asked her if it had hurt a lot.
She said, that it was a kind not too bad and she got so excited at the end it made the pain worthwhile.
I pointed out that we needed to do it a second time, after a while. We needed to let her find out what it was a kind like without her cherry in the way.
Well, Brandy was tired. We got up and washed ourselves and the tarp in the bay. Then, we went back and sat down to eat a small picnic.
Brandy wanted to go put her bikini bottom back on, but I pointed out that she was fine just as she was.
The idea of a nude picnic was something of a shock for Brandy, but she adapted quickly. I think she figured that, if her breasts turned me on, why wouldn't her pretty girls turn me on just that much more? I also think the idea that the small pretty girls who had been coddled and protected since she was born was now in a position where she had to deal naked with a large strong man, was a real turn on for her.
We ate while we gazed at each other. Brandy took every opportunity to display and jiggle her breasts for me. She also seemed to find my penis very interesting, perhaps especially since it was a kind going to be inside her again.
We finished the food and Brandy drank more wine. Of course, she got looped again and this on very small alcohol.
Brandy was sitting with her legs together.
I told her to move her legs apart, that I wanted to see all of her.
Brandy did as she was told and breathed deeply as I observed that her pretty girls was not only red from our first screw, but was now so wet it was a kind shiny and dripping again.
I let Brandy sip a small more wine, then I got up and pulled her to her feet.
Brandy was going to get fucked and she perhaps wanted it even more than I did.
I wanted to feel my penis deep inside Brandy's tight pretty girls pretty girls, Brandy wanted to work on her sex moves for when the right, socially acceptable boy came along.
We used the tarp once again and this time the fuck was unbelievable! Brandy wanted to let me completely dominate her, so she could get the feel of how it was a kind going to be with her permanent man. I wanted to dominate Brandy completely because I wanted the hottest piece of ass I could get!
I took it slow, but deep. I savored every stroke because it would likely be the last time I ever got to fuck Brandy.
Brandy surrendered completely. She not only let me in, she helped. She shifted her pelvis this way and that, trying for the maximum effect. I found that each stroke was an adventure in itself. It seemed as if Brandy and I were alone in some paradise with nothing to do but experience ecstasy!
The only bad thing about the fuck was that it seemed to end too soon. If it had lasted all night, it would have still been too soon.
Suddenly, I could feel the warm, wanting demand of Brandy's body as she could not wait any longer. The sheer want of Brandy drew me along and I followed her to climax. As I shot cum into her, each finishing stroke was like another fuck! When I had filled her full of cream, I rolled off.
Brandy cuddled to me and, although she was too winded to speak, she managed to communicate her satisfaction with deep sighing moans.
After a while, I began to suck and lick Brandy's tits. However, she pushed me away, saying that she was exhausted and she could not really do another fuck.
We washed and Brandy put her bikini bottom back on. Then she made a damn show of deciding if she would put her bra back on or not. She finally decided to leave it off 'for a small while.' She knew damn well she was turning me on again, but what can a guy do?
I sailed us back home.
Before we got too close to land, Brandy finally put her bra back on.
I made sure to comment that it was a kind about time, as I was about to rape her in the bottom of the boat.
Brandy laughed, but I knew the word of the guy who still wanted it after two dynamite fucks would be spread through our small community of 18-year-old pretty girlss.
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