It was the middle of March. Jeff and I were in our second year in college at a school in Northern Michigan. If you have never been in Northern Michigan in the winter, suffice it to say that it is usually cold and plenty snowy. For much of the winter the weather is double digits below zero and the snow gets piled ten to twelve feet above the sidewalk's edge. To walk to class one traverses a maize of snow tunnels, and when the wind is howling, it pushes the snow directly into your face. By the middle of March, everyone is very tired of Winter. The snow has long ceased to be white - it has been tinted a pallid gray from road dirt and fireplace smoke. People pray for warm weather and sunshine to melt away the depression of a long winter.

Which is precisely why we were headed for the sunny Gulf shores to spend the next week basking in golden rays and doing our best to experience the pleasures of whatever young ladies we could charm. By the time we were into Kentucky, we had lowered the top on Jeff's convertible, stripped off our shirts and started working on our tans. We drove straight through, alternating the driving to stay alert and being careful to not attract the attention of any of the numerous Sheriff's Deputies that lay in wait along the way. Twelve hundred miles, seventeen hours, four stops for gas and food and we were there.

We arrived in grand style, top down, hair blowing in our eyes and needing only a place to park the vehicle. Young people were everywhere, walking, skating, riding bikes, hanging over the balconies of motels. We pulled into the first motel with a vacant parking space. Immediately the car was surrounded by partying guys and girls. One guy approached me, saw that I had no beer in my hand and immediately turned, opened a cooler, and offered one each for Jeff and I.

"I hate to see a guy dry," he said. "Welcome to the party. Where 'ya staying?"

"We didn't make reservations. Have nothing firm in mind. Figured we'd find some girls with rooms."

"That's a good plan. Cheaper too. You're not tied to any broad and your not responsible if the room gets trashed. That happens sometimes, down here, so you have to be alert for that and disappear if the action goes in that direction. Just put some clothes on so you don't get busted for nudity and split as fast as you can."

"This is our first time down here," I said. "What's the routine? My name's Rick, by the way, and my partner over there is Jeff."

He stuck out his hand and I shook it. "I'm Alex. Get yourself a twelve pack and head up to room 25. I've already got some action started there and we need a few more guys to balance out the room. Oh, and one more thing--leave your wallets, i.d. and most of your clothes in your car, just wear shorts or a swimsuit."

Five minutes later, Jeff and I walked into room 25 with our beer and not much else. It was quite a scene already. Four girls, Alex and his buddy, Jeff and I, all crowded into a motel room with a double bed, sofa and chair. Alex's friend was in the chair, his shorts at his ankles while one off the girls was sucking his cock. That set the tone, as far as I was concerned. I walked up to a cute blond who happened to be sitting on the bet.

"Hi, I'm Rick. Wanna beer?"

She giggled, looked up at me and reached out for the beer. "Sarah is really doing it, isn't she?", pointing to her friend on her knees.

"Yes she is, and she looks to be good at it too."

"I'm better than she is. That's her first time."

"Show me."

She reached out and tugged at my shorts. I pushed them to my knees and she grabbed my cock, pulling it towards her.

"Easy! That thing is still attached."

She giggled again, apologized, and moved closer to me. I'm no monster cocksman but I've nothing to be ashamed of. She had my seven inches down her throat before I knew what was happening. She pulled off again and said, "Go ahead, just fuck my throat." She swallowed me entirely, again.

I held her head and started pumping into her throat. She was hot, tight and warm and she clamped her lips onto my cock like a vise. I knew I would not last long like this, and in a few minutes I blew my first load down her throat. I don't even think she could taste my cum.

After taking a swig of her beer, she said, "See? I told ya." I was impressed.

"Look, as long as I'm naked, you should be too. Maybe I could reciprocate." I really don't think she knew what that word meant, because she just stopped drinking and looked up at me again.

"I don't fuck," she said. "I just give blow jobs. I'm gonna stay pure until I get married."

I nodded my head as I drank some beer. "I understand, and appreciate that." It didn't make much sense to me, but I wasn't going to argue with a girl that just gave me a tremendous blow job before I learned her name.

We drank our beers and opened a second, and then later, a third. She had been drinking before I got there, and after her third, she was slurring her words and acting giddy.

"You've got a damn nice shape. I'd like to be able to see all of it." I reminded her that I was the only one of us standing naked.

"You want me to get undressed?" she asked in a very surprised voice.

"Yes, I'd like that very much."

She set her beer on the night stand and immediately removed the top half of her bikini. A gorgeous pair of what I guessed to be 36 C boobs spilled out. Her nipples were already hard, the colored part of her boobs a very light pink and almost two inches across.

"Those are beautiful," I said. She was lifting her butt off the bed trying to drop the lower half. "Let me help you." I gently slid her bikini down over her hips, past her knees and then lifting each leg, allowed her to step out of them. Her pussy hair was about three inches from my face. She was a real blond, and her rug actually matched. It was full, furry and trimmed only enough to keep it inside her suit. I could smell her scent, and she smelled delightful. I reached for her butt with both hands and pulled her pussy to me. I blew lightly through her hair, but as I started to move lower, she staggered and sat back against the bed.

Seizing the moment, I pushed her back further, spreading her legs as I pushed and moving my lips to her thighs. I quickly found the center of the rug and slowly burrowed my tongue into it, pulling it firmly up the trough until I found her pea sized clit popping through. I was like a fish seeing a minnow. I felt her clit and gobbled it into my mouth, sucking it deep and holding it firmly in my lips.

She moaned, almost screamed, and then grabbed my head. "Oh God, keep doing that."

I was bruising her clit with my tongue, flipping it back and forth while holding it tightly. She was moaning and sighing and moaning even more. I let loose of her clit and slid my tongue down her split to the opening of her cunt. Stabbing at it with my tongue, she enjoyed her first orgasm, clamping her thighs against my head. As soon as she relaxed, I moved up, grabbed my cock in my hand, and placed it at the opening of her cunt. I moved it up and down her lips, wetting the end in her own natural lubricant. Holding my cock firmly, I pushed in, through her cherry and all the way into her. I held firm, with my cock fully buried in her until the fear and pain went from her face. She was still coming down from her orgasm as I started my strokes, very slowly, but firmly and definitely in control. Her cunt was so tight I could barely move. She was not kidding about being a virgin. I doubt if she had even felt a finger up there. She felt hot, wet and smooth. After pumping into her for at least a minute without seeing a response after the scream, finally her emotions took over and she began to move with me. I was really thankful that she had given me that blow job earlier because as tight as she was, I would not have lasted long without it. Our tempo was increasing as was the impact I was making when our pelvises collided. She was panting, her chest was heaving and suddenly I felt her clamp her cunt muscles onto my cock. I could not move. She had me and I really did not have the strength to continue pumping her. Her cunt was pulsating, and the muscles finally loosened enough for me to make a final drive into her. As I bottomed out, I blew my second load, blasting six or seven jets of hot cum deep into her.

I collapsed onto her chest until I regain my breath. As I pulled out of her, I saw that she had apparently passed out. I looked down at her legs. I had managed to drag out some of my cum as I pulled out, and tinged with her cherry blood, it was making a mess on her thighs as well as the bed spread. She was going to be really mad when she recovered and discovered she was no longer a virgin. I concluded that her discovery was not a scene that I wanted to be a part of, whenever it took place. Pulling on my shorts, I grabbed my beer and looked for Jeff. He was laying with another girl, naked and sweaty, and it was obvious that they had just finished fucking as well.

"Let's go, bud." I said to him. "We have things to do."

He didn't delay, rolling off the bed, giving the girl a quick thank you kiss, and grabbing his shorts as he headed to the door.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, I told him about the girl who had wanted to stay a virgin. He agreed that it was best that we split.

We found a place to stash the car, out of the blazing sun, and headed down to the beach. We grabbed a burger at the local stand and popped another beer, looking all the while for a couple of unaccompanied girls. It wasn't like we had to look far; they were all over, and each was wearing a bikini that covered less of her body than the previous girl. Personally, I think I could have just stayed sitting on the stool at the counter of the burger shack and ogled beautiful young ladies, but that didn't secure us a place to stay for the evening, and it was quite clear that sleeping on the beach brought a night in jail. Jeff and I finished our lunch and ventured out into the masses of females.

Making room for us on their towels was all the invitation we needed. We had another twelve pack and they had bodies that we felt needed our attention. We soaked up the sun as much as we dared for our first day's escape from the winter wonderland of the north. Eventually we had to seek shade, and the girls conveniently offered their room. There was a long line at the beach showers and the girls decided they were impatient. They headed back to the room and we followed.

Allison, a quite tall but skinny as can be brunette, pushed open the door to their room. "I just have to (with the emphasis on have to, in a big way) get this sand off of me. I feel like it is scraping me all over."

She had her top off before she was in the room and the strings to the bottom followed quickly. I was right behind her and she looked back as she entered the bathroom. "Well, come on, I need you to wash my back."

She had the shower running and was facing the water as I entered. I grabbed the bar of soap, moistened my hands in the spray, and began washing her back. She was right, there was a lot of sand on her, and I had to be careful to really not make her uncomfortable. Of course, I proceeded to wash that part of her back that was below her waist as well, cupping her cheeks in my hands and slipping a single finger up and down her crack. Suddenly she turned around, facing me.

"You may as well wash the front of me too, since you have the soap.".

Allison had the flattest chest of any girl I had ever seen. I remember in high school, some of the guys would call some girl "Bee Bites". Now I understood. Her breasts were not much bigger than the welt of a bee sting. Her abdomen was perfectly flat and the hair on her pussy was almost non-existent. She didn't need to shave it. She just didn't have much. I was startled, then, by how quickly her nipples hardened and popped outwards as I ran the bar of soap, and my hand, over them. She had no boobs, but her nipples hardened to be almost three quarters of an inch long. And when I rubbed them, she threw her arms around me and planted a very, very heavy kiss on my lips. I dropped my hand to her crotch, letting the soap walk across her sparse pubes. Instantly she spread her legs to allow me access. I let the soap fall to the floor and used my finger to find my way up and down her lips, toying with her clit until she opened her mouth and tried to swallow my tongue completely.

She pulled away briefly and said, "Please go slowly and don't hurt me."

I was hard as a rock. I lifted her body and she wrapped her legs around me. Allowing her back to rest against the wall of the shower, I looked down, aimed my cock and slowly pushed into her. I saw her wince as the head entered her, but she didn't cry or stop me so I continued inwards. As awkward as we were, I could not feel if I had bottomed out in her or just was limited by our position. Either way, I withdrew slightly, then pushed back in, beginning my strokes at a moderate pace. She came on my third push in. Her entire body shuddered and she held me even closer. I continued plowing my cock into her and within another minute, she had a second climax. I was getting tired holding her up and wanted to cum myself, so I began pounding her harder. I felt my cock swell up and then I shot my load into her. Her eyes flew open as she felt it splash inside her, almost a startled look, as if it had never happened before.

By now, Jeff and the other girl were demanding the shower as well. I pulled out of Allison, and she allowed my cum to flush down her leg as we rinsed off. We grabbed some towels and yielded the room to them. We ended up on the bed, more or less cuddling in an afterglow of good sex. "That was my first time for real," she said. "I have never had a boy inside me."

"Are you kidding?"

"The only thing I ever let my boyfriend do was push his finger inside me."

"You were wonderful. You felt great, and you responded so well." I moved my hand to her crotch and began to caress her again.

"I didn't realize I would be able to feel you cumming inside me. That was so strange. It surprised me."

"Wasn't it exciting, though?"

"I suppose it was, now that I think about it, but then it just surprised me."

I rolled over onto her, spread her legs and slid my cock back up into her cunt again. She was still very wet and slippery from before, and my cock slid in without difficulty. her cunt was like a soft leather glove. I pushed in fully until I felt the head of my cock hit her cervix and she pulled back slightly. I began thrusting, gently at first and building up as she responded. Suddenly she threw her legs straight up into the air and cried out. She rotated her hips upward and on this thrust, I pushed the head of my cock through her cervix and into her womb. Once again, her eyes flew open in a mix of surprise and terror. I held myself there and blasted my load deep into her baby factory, securing for myself a bond to this girl forever.

Five, six, seven blasts of hot fresh cum ended up in her womb, creating in her a mothering, nurturing emotion that she couldn't understand and I couldn't explain. All I knew was that she became very clingy instantly.

Jeff and his girl, Suzy something ( I wanted to call her Suzy Spacehead, but I didn't) moved directly from the shower to the bed, pushing us over to make room, and continued their lovemaking without so much as a "pardon us."

We didn't care--it was actually kind of hot to watch them. As they finished, Allison whispered in my ear, "He's not as good to her as you were to me." I knew what she meant, but limited my response to hugging her tighter.

We tried to order a pizza, but the wait was too long, so we got dressed and went to find something to eat. Eventually we got a carryout, and bought another twelve pack to carry us through the night. Allison said that the room was in her name and we were welcome to stay there, so we returned, locked the doors to keep out marauding party-goers, and knocked down the brews and the pizza.

By her third beer of the evening, Suzy was more than a little tipsy. "Rick, Allison told me that you really fucked her good. Will you fuck me like that?"

"Suzy!" Allison screamed. "You weren't supposed to say anything." She was obviously very embarrassed.

"Hey," I answered, looking at Allison, "Don't be embarrassed. You were a good fuck too. You have an incredibly tight pussy and I loved being inside you. Nothing to be embarrassed about. And Suzy, I'll be happy to oblige your wishes if Allison doesn't mind."

Suzy didn't wait for Allison to respond. She jumped up, almost tore her t shirt off and stepped out of her shorts. She was having trouble standing upright, and was obviously feeling the effects of too much beer.

"I wan chu to fuck me just like ya did her," she slurred.

"Climb up on the bed and get on your hands and knees, with your head on the pillow," I told her.

I stood on the floor next to the bed, reached under her butt and played with her pussy. She was very wet, surprisingly so, either from before or from anticipation. I didn't care which, really. I played with her clit a little, but she was waving her ass around and silently asking for me to get on with it. Holding my cock in one hand, I moved it up and down her slit a little to get the tip wet and then plowed straight into her. She was not nearly as deep as Allison and I hit bottom with a couple inches of my cock to go. She yelped when it happened and I continued my thrusts at a medium pace, but limited my stroke so as to not hurt her. I knew when the time came, I would be able to blast deeper than she ever thought, but I held back for now. Suzy was also not as tight as Allison, and while I did manage to make her cum twice fucking her from behind, her loose cunt was not nearly as erotic or exciting to me, and I had to concentrate to stay focused.