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I live in Riveredge. It is just a medium sized town wedged between the highway and the river. Well, some of the rich folks live on the other side of the highway, back in the hills but I don't know too much about them.

Most of the people in town work in one of the five big factories just outside of town. It is kind of a simple life. You go to school, then graduate, then work in the factory until time to retire, then get the hell out of Riveredge so that you can live the rest of your life somewhere decent.

Even in Riveredge there are the haves and have nots. I am from the have nots. My folks and I are just river trash who live in one of the little shacks along the river. It isn't all that bad a life, I imagine the people in the Russian gulag prison camps had it worse than we do, maybe.

When I find out that I am river trash and that the only way out of Riveredge for me is to go to college, I hit the books big time.

My time in high school is really just a lot of fun. I get to school early and use the computers in the labs so I will know about computers. Then I go to my regular classes and take notes and listen so that I can get the kind of good grades I need for a scholarship. Then I go home and study hard until late at night. I have to win the college scholarship that is my way out of Riveredge and my only hope.

Fortunately my parents both run machines in different plants. I say fortunately because they both belong to the same union. The union has a scholarship for the outstanding high school student who qualifies. To qualify you needed good grades and at least one parent has to be a union member. Since both my parents are union members, I have a real chance here.

Since I have it wired as far as union membership, all I have to do is get outstanding grades. This means studying hard and kissing a lot of teacher ass. Thus, I have very little contact with the other students. Just how important this is to be is not clear to me until after I graduate.

I graduate with damn near straight A grades. I win the damn union scholarship and I have my ticket out of Riveredge!

There is a wait of two weeks between graduation and my departure for State. It isn't enough time to really do anything, so I think I will just loaf the time away. However, fate has a different plan in store for me.

I am just idly walking along the little creek that runs down from the hills and dumps into the river. I get maybe a mile up the little canyon and into the dense woods that grow up there. I am about to turn back when I meet Amy. Amy is one of my high school classmates and has also just graduated.

Amy has followed me to ask me a question. "Do you wanna' fuck me Jim?"

I damn near fall over. I say, "Well now hell yes Amy. Now what's the joke?"

Amy says, "Well, I am dating Alvin. He is gonna leave me unless I fuck him. However, I never done that before. And I sure as hell am not gonna try it as a beginner. If I just fuck some other boy, Alvin gonna' find out. But you leavin' town real soon. Once people leave Riveredge, they never come back."

I stand as if one of the ancient prophets had furnished me a sign with letters of fire written in the air: "Fuck unto others, then split!"

Well, Amy and I go up illegal bahis into the woods and find a little clearing. Amy has brought a blanket. Hell, we just strip off and I am kinda worried cause, you know, what if I didn't get hard? No worry, I am harder than the branches on the trees! Maybe it is because of the fancy panties Amy wears. Like somethin' out of the girlie mags down to the drugstore, you know!

Amy lies down on the blanket and I kind of get on top of her. I slide my hard dick into her tight slit a ways, when I encounter a little resistance. I push and I can feel myself break free! I have taken my first cherry. After that, hell it is like a little kid opening presents under the Christmas tree! Each stroke feels better than the last. I can feel Amy move under me and we get into a sort of rhythm. I can feel this excitement grow in me and pretty soon, I am shooting cum into Amy! Afterwards I feel better than I have ever felt. I then remember to ask Amy how she feels. She tells me it hurt a little at first, but after that it was exciting.

We wash off bare ass in the little creek and I ask Amy if we should try again, without the cherry popping thing. Amy thinks that is a good idea. So we do it again. This time, Amy makes me finger her until she gets all excited. I can feel her pussy get wet and slick and then I am back in the saddle again! Amy and I get into rhythm quicker this time and the incredible feeling of pleasure grows. I want it to grow and I also want it to last forever! I am trying to take it a little easy, to make it last. But Amy gets real active and keeps saying, "Fuck me Jim! Fuck me hard!" I do and we race to the finish line, ending in an exciting tie.

Later, we wash off again in the damn cold water of the little creek. Amy also washes off the blanket and I know my first fuck is over. What a thrill!

Amy has me promise not to tell anyone. Then we walk back separately. One last thing is that Amy asks me if I am gonna be walking along the creek again soon. I think for a moment and tell her, "Damn near every day."

The next day I just idly walk along the little creek that runs down from the hills and dumps into the river. OK, it takes every ounce of will power I have not to keep looking back to see if maybe I am going to get some more pussy! I have got just about to the point where I met Amy yesterday when I hear footsteps. I stop, just short of the edge of the dense woods and look back.

Well, It appears that Betty has, for some unknown reason, decided to take a little stroll along the same little creek.

I wait for Betty and she walks up to me. She says, kind of shifty like, "I never expected to meet anyone up here."

Despite her surprise, Betty is carrying a blanket.

Thinking quickly I say, "Oh, I walk up here a lot, but I never meet anybody. It is just kind of deserted up here."

Betty sneers and asked, "Not even girls?"

I say, "Why don't you ask the girls?"

Betty says, "Well, I am dating Bobby. If I don't fuck him, he is gonna leave me. I guess I am gonna' have to fuck him. However, before I do I am gonna' get me some experience. Will you help me?"

Hell, I think she will never get around to it. I say, "Of course I will help you. That's what friends illegal bahis siteleri are for, even if I am leaving town real soon."

Well, Betty kind of relaxes a little. She and I go up into the woods and find the same little clearing I used with Amy. Betty spreads the blanket and we strip off. Betty doesn't have the fancy panties Amy had, but pussy is pussy!

Betty does have bigger tits than Amy. I tell Betty that I am really excited with her tits and that she is a real woman, not some flat chested little girl. I feel those big knockers a while and Betty starts breathing hard. We lie down on the blanket and I get on top of Betty, maybe a little smoother than I did with Amy. Once again, I slide my hard dick into a tight slit. I encounter the same little resistance and again push through. Apparently Betty feels it a bit more than Amy because she makes a low, strangled sort of moan. However, after that we settle down to a pretty good screw. Betty moves a little more than Amy did and I get excited real fast. I try to hold off, but it is too good and I shoot cum into Betty before I am ready and before she is ready. However, I remain reasonably hard and continued to fuck. After a little more, Betty begins to moan and move even more. Shortly thereafter, Betty climaxes and her climax pulls me into a second climax.

Afterward I have the same tired but relaxed feeling I had with Amy. By now, I am an old pro and remember to ask Betty how she feels.

She tells me it hurt quite a bit, but then she got really excited and forgot about everything but the pleasure.

Seizing the moment, I tell her that we will have to try again, so that she can see how it is when there is no pain.

Betty does not reply, but seems doubtful.

We wash off in the little creek and Betty is a bit embarrassed, keeping her back to me at all times. I get out of the water first and keep from staring at nude Betty. Then, help her up the bank and we stand there nude. I start to get hard again.

Betty is delighted and shyly reaches for my erection. She asks me, "Well. Do I really excite you?"

I tell her, "All I can think about is how sexy you are."

Betty lets me kind of walk her back to the blanket and we lie down again. Betty puts her hand over her pussy when I try to rub her. However, she wants me to suck on her tits.

I do suck on Betty's tits and even bite her a little when she asks me to. As the play continues, Betty's hand moves away from her pussy and I began to rub her pussy until she is ready again. I mount Betty for the second time and enter her hot, wet pussy. Betty not only lets me fuck her, she helps! She bucks her hips as I thrust and I get deep with each thrust. I thrust more slowly to try to make it last longer, but the urgency of Betty gets us both into overdrive real fast. Then it is a quick sprint to a mutual climax.

We again wash off in the damn cold water of the little creek. Betty also washes off the blanket as Amy had done.

Then we walk back separately.

I realize that the girls don't want anyone to know that they fucked me and that's all right with me.

The next day I again just idly walk along the same little creek. This time there are no footsteps. Carla is waiting for me canlı bahis siteleri at the edge of the woods. She says, "You know why I am here." I don't say anything, but Carla continues. She says, "I am not really dating anyone but that I want to start dating. I can't get dates unless I am willing to screw." She then snaps, with a little anger showing, "All you boys want is pussy!"

I'll have you know I resemble that remark!

We go into the woods where, surprise of surprises, Carla has a blanket laid out.

Carla lies down and just wants to flip up her skirt. I point out that she will get all wrinkled and, anyhow she will want to wash afterward. She starts to tell me that she isn't going to get naked in front of a boy. Then she seems to realize just how stupid a statement that is in the circumstances.

Carla starts to strip. Actually, all she is wearing is a blouse and skirt, so the strip is rather abbreviated. Before she can lie down again, I step up and began to finger Carla's pussy. She tells me, "Stop, or I will get all damp."

I point out, "The 'damp' is lube and you definitely want lube before you screw."

Carla thinks for a second and then says, "Okay."

I continue to rub her pussy lips and also to lick and suck her tits.

Carla becomes alarmed. She tells me, "Omigod, I feel all tingly."

The moment has arrived! I lay Carla down on the blanket and mount her.

Carla says only, "That hurts!"

However, I have already taken her cherry and continue to stroke like the old pro I have become. I take my time and tell Carla to wiggle her ass a little instead of lying there like dead meat.

Carla does start to move a little and also to moan a little.

I think she is trying to tell me something, but the words never get past the moaning stage. I get my full length into Carla's tight young pussy as her gyrations increase and she begins to thrust back against my deep thrusts. We get into a rhythm and it becomes the best screw I have experienced so far. Each movement of Carla's hips lets me feel her pussy on a new part of my dick. I start to move my hips as well and we screw like two monkeys in the jungle. Suddenly, Carla climaxes. It is too quick and I am not ready. So I continue to pump Carla, trying to cum myself. To my surprise, Carla begins to respond again after a short break. Her breathing picks up again and I can feel the excitement as we rush to a climax. I shoot my cum inside Carla as she appears to have another climax. I can't believe that she has climaxed again so fast. I then roll off Carla.

Carla is really exhausted and she just lies there on the blanket.

I go and wash up. By the time I get back, Carla has recovered a bit.

Carla then goes to the stream to wash. Carla comes back complaining, "The stream is damn cold." She then puts her blouse, skirt and shoes back on, folds her blanket and prepares to depart.

She pretty much ignores me except to ask, "Are you gonna' go tellin' everyone what we have done?"

I tell her, "I never talk about the girls I date. Not only that, I am leaving Riveredge soon and I won't be coming back."

Carla says, "OK, date is a good way to describe it. However, I don't want people to know what I have done."

Since she is going to go back and talk to her girlfriends about her fucking I wonder what in the hell is the cause of her concern?

Oh well, even an old pro like me can't expect to really understand women. Plus, there is always going to be tomorrow!