Keri Swensen was certainly not ashamed of her sexuality.
Men excited her, plain and simple. The petite, honey-blond teen, could scarcely stop thinking about sex. The thought of a boy's big, beautiful body above hers, and his impossibly stiff penis plunging into her over-heated pussy was a most favored day-dream; and a like-wise favorite night-time activity.
Just now, at the tree line on the far end of the Montpetitt property, near a patch of volunteer rye, she and Peter Norton were negotiating a tryst; making out. An azure Georgia sky, decorated with twinkling stars and a bare sliver of moon, played mute witness to the building passions of the two horny teenagers.
Peter played Quarterback(second string) for the Moultrie High Mustangs, and Keri was one the Ponys, their locally famous cheerleaders.
The moralistic Christian ethic of the rural South generally frowns upon conjugal relations of any sort, especially among the youth. However, the local high-school jocks, cheerleaders, and artists considered themselves immune to those socially imposed strictures. The Moultrie High cheerleaders in particular had developed a reputation for being "fast" with boys, especially the athletes. Still, some girls might have resisted a boy pawing their pussy on what was essentially a "first date"; but Keri wasn't that way.
That senior year of high school had seen the common, but no less remarkable, transformation of pretty girls into ripe young women. Every inch of Keri's body had turned into a sensual curve. A rhythmic sway inhabited her hips, her cute bubble-butt carrying a saucy insouciance. Most of all, the wonderful blossoming of mammary glands was treasured. After cheer practice, or a game, the girls very carefully, but surreptitiously, "checked" each other out. There was an unspoken consensus that Keri's "tits" were simply spectacular. They sprouted from her narrow chest like large, twin, thrusting mangoes. An exotic fruit whose soft pink tips seemed to yearn for the mouth of a squalling infant; or an attentive sexual partner.
A sort of congenial competition was in play within the cheer-squad, as to who could be the most sought after among the ball players, and who would supply the best, and most, physical comforts to keep a championship squad in top condition. Keri had been perhaps the most eagerly sought after, and she hadn't disappointed. About half of the forty players had enjoyed her hand or her mouth during sessions after school or later in the evening. Going "all the way" was reserved for the most attractive "sexiest" guys, and Keri had enjoyed intercourse with several of the "first stringers".
Normally, she wouldn't have "gone out" with Pete Norton, but the school year was over, and she was horny.
His hand was up between her legs, rubbing into the blue-jean covered crease of her labia as they kissed.
"Do you wanna get in the backseat?" Pete dared, though he knew for sure she liked getting cocked.
"Did you bring a blanket?" Keri whispered conspiratorially.
Meaning she wanted to get out into the field... and, yes of course, he HAD brought a blanket.
It was a BIG score for Pete.
They got out of the car, and found a soft, level spot beneath the willow tree.
For a minute they laid separately, enjoying the musky, Georgia night air.
Pete turned to her.
"Keri, I know you're leaving..."
He wriggled a finger into the space between buttons of her shirt, lightly tracing the naked flesh of her resilient breast.
"Do you want to?" he said
She didn't say anything, verbally, but lifted her lush, pouting lips to him.
Pete' mouth was warm and tender. His tongue delightfully squirmy. His hands were like rambunctious puppies, in constant motion, everywhere at once. Pete was OK though. There was girl-talk that he had a large penis. Keri gently laid her hand in his lap, just to make sure he got the picture; and yes, he did have a nice, big piece of meat. Already bone stiff. Feeling along the rather thick bulge, Keri really "turned on", sparking a hunger that Pete could feel in her kiss. She squeezed his penile bulk appreciatively.
With little mewls of pleasure, Keri sprinkled kisses around the soft, warm, mushroom-shaped tip of the boy's erect penis, then suctioned the full spongy knob into her mouth; "cocksucker" she teased herself. It was all so wonderful. She loved the exquisite texture of a guys penis in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the hose-like length of his stalk, steadily shagging the organ while she licked it, sucking tenderly it's bulgy crown.
"Mmm..." She let out a contented, feline whine.
Pete was getting down to business too. Keri felt the snap of her jeans loosening, and then the zipper tugging down. Briefly, his large hand smothered over her smooth, panties-clad vulva, a big finger sliding into the groove between her puffy labia, then dipping inside, through her golden pubic hair, curling up into her hot, moist, receptive vaginal opening.
With a happy wiggle of her hips, and a little purr, Keri signaled her approval. Pete had strong hands and nice long, thick middle finger.
Keri worked her own hand into the tight space inside the crotch of his jeans, exploring his genitals, then carefully lifted out his nuts, suckling each walnut-sized testicle in turn into her mouth, first one, then the other.
Pete's entire body tensed as the electric sensation surged in his loins.
The dialogue of sexual arousal is conducted subtly, with incremental increases of intimacy. Pete slowly scattered kisses along Keri's vulva and thighs, pulling down her panties, and nuzzled into her pubis; easing his tongue into her coral-pink slit, and covering the bud of her clitoris with the liquid heat of his mouth.
The concerns and stresses of daily life are set aside during the thrill of sexual union. So, the troubling prospect of leaving for the summer was temporarily shunted away from Keri's sensation saturated brain. For now, all that mattered was the beautifully escalating waves of pleasure that Pete's tongue created in her pussy; magnified, of course, by the primal fulfillment of a hot cock in her mouth.
She could hardly make her mouth and tongue work together as the sexual thrill overwhelmed her. His penis fell from her mouth, laying a damp smeer along her cheek, as she succumbed to the quickly mounting mind-numbing electric buzz that cascaded through her body in rebounding reverberations of ecstasy.
For several amazing moments, Keri flopped around on the blanket, much like a fish out of water.
"Mm-Mm-Mm..." She peaked in a series of dolphin-like squeals.
The magical, ecstatic rush of orgasm made Keri realize once again that sex was much more than mere physical sensation. It was truly spiritual. Sharing on a "soul" level. The orgasm itself, a connection to the divine.
Laying there, moaning softly in a light delirium, Keri lifted her hips to let Pete skin off her jeans and underwear. Then he was deliciously beside her, cradling her in his arms. She opened her thighs, reaching for his erection as they kissed.
Keri held his beautifully warm, bristling stiff cock meat, poised at her labial entrance, while Pete rolled into her saddle. Then she coddled him into the hot little hole of her sex.
"Uhng..." An achy groan caught-up short in Pete's throat, as Keri's sweet, teen-aged pussy closed around the bulging, mushroom cap head of his erection.
Pete knew he wasn't the only guy on the team getting into Keri's pants; but he WAS the only one getting into her pants right NOW. With steady pressure, the greater part of his male organ slipped deliciously up into Keri's nicely oiled slit.
Keri had a spectacular body. She had been on the swim team, but the coach suggested some other athletic pursuit, since her breasts had grown too large for successful competitive swimming.
She was a great fuck.
"God, you have a beautiful pussy" Pete said softly, once again covering her mouth with his.
She was proud of that, but what could she say, "thank you"?
Pete was a nice guy, very well 'built' and good-looking too. Keri loved his masculine, hairy chest and big shoulders. Not to mention the way he used his "thing". He sliced into her with delightfully long, smooth strokes. Each penetrating thrust startled her, sucking the air from her lungs, 'till she was gasping erratically.
A strong, 'electric' buzz raced though the young couple as they blissfully mated. Keri's legs came up of their own volition, wrapping around his driving hips.
