Chapter 6

I got up earlier that normal and finished my daily chores by nine o'clock. I packed a lunch for two, brought plenty of bottled water and a tube of sunscreen just in case the sun became unbearable. Morgan decided that she wanted to ride horses today, so we went out on the same trail that Olivia and I had ridden two days ago. Morgan was a very accomplished rider and we moved up the trail at a quicker pace than even I normally ride it. And, like her sister before her, she let the saddle horn rub her crotch as she rode, building up her physical emotions without her even realizing it. We pulled up suddenly. She was sitting straight up in the saddle.

"What's the matter," I asked?

"Oh, nothing. All of a sudden I felt faint and light headed. I'm all right now though."

I took the lead, slowed down the pace and soon turned off the main trail toward one of my private spots. This one happened to be at the base of a small waterfall. When we came through the brush into the clearing, Morgan could not believe her eyes.

"This place is idyllic. I don't think I have ever seen such a beautiful setting."

It really is a beautiful spot. The river bank is tree lined for most of what can be seen. Of course, the trees go right up the hills, They aren't really mountains; it's just the local residents all want to think they are. The river is about forty feet wide and very cold right here, because it has just come down the water fall from higher up. There are others spots that I know of where the water pools and the sun warms it and you can swim in it without turning blue. If you swim here, you won't stay in very long.

"It should provide for some beautiful memories for you."

"Can anyone see us from anywhere?"

"No. They can see the top of the waterfall and about half way down, but they can't see where the water lands unless they are here with us."

After we had watered the horses and tied them up in the shade, we spread our blanket in a grassy area that was lightly shaded. Morgan wore a light blue tank top with navy blue shorts. I cold not tell if the shorts had a wet spot from her ride, but I could clearly see two nipples pointing out at me.

"Don't you feel a little strange, being out here with me?"

"Why would I feel strange?"

"You rode out here, knowing that we are going to have sex. Isn't that a little weird? You don't even have to work hard to get it. Most guys have to say clever romantic lines or have other approaches to even try to get a girl to say yes. You don't have to do any of that."

"Let's just say that I am honored to be your first lover, and that I will try my best to give you great pleasure and excitement."

"Wow, that's a pretty good line."

"It's not a line. It's how I feel."

"So, what do we do first?"

"You could start by getting undressed."

She turned her back to me while she undressed, either from shyness or to create an effect. When she turned to face me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Four feet, eight or nine inches tall, and weighing eighty pounds at best, she stood there, facing me, with her back to the sun. The light from behind her almost made a halo around her head. Her long black hair flared nicely onto each shoulder. Staring me in the face were two beautiful breasts, about the size of a nice orange and having an aureole of medium brown, about an inch and a half across. Her waist was tiny and her hips just starting to round. I had seen the fringes of her bush yesterday, but today I was treated to the entire view. Coal black hair, wavy, not curly like some I have seen, up to the edges of her legs, but not on them, and probably five inches wide at the top. I couldn't wait to sink my face into it.

"My God, Morgan, you are beautiful. Why do you keep that body covered up in bulky clothes?" I motioned for her to lie down on the blanket, and I joined her. "You are stunningly beautiful."

I rolled onto my side and leaned over to kiss her. "Have you ever done anything with a boy yet?"

She shook her head "No."

I just kissed her tenderly for several minutes, on her lips, cheek, down her neck, back to her lips before I finally moved my hand to her breast. She jumped when she felt my touch, but she didn't reach out to stop me. I didn't need to touch her nipples to harden them, they were already rock hard in anticipation. I drew my finger around her nipples and then back under her breasts in long lazy circles. I wanted to prolong the buildup, not rush into things, so that she was sure to become hyper-excited. I wanted to be sure that her hormones were raging through her body and pounding in her head.

It was not hard to figure out that something was happening. She began to move her chest around, trying to get my hand to touch her breasts. I continued to avoid any heavy contact, preferring to lightly tease and touch. Finally I relented and cupped her breast in the palm of my hand. I felt her chest rise to push it even more into my hand, and a soft moan came from deep in her throat.

"Do you and your girlfriends ever talk about having sex with boys? You know, who's done what with whom?"

"Sometimes, but I've never done anything."

"What have the others done?"

"Several of them have given a boy a blow job."

"What did they say about that?"

"A couple girls thought it was disgusting, some of the others said it was neat."

"What do you think about it?" I continued playing with her breasts and kissing her. She was squirming more now, without even realizing it.

"I don't know. I have never done it. Some of the girls said that the guy made them swallow his stuff, and they weren't too happy abut that."

"Would you ever want to try it?"

"I might. It depends."

I slowly moved down so that I could kiss her breasts and toy with her nipples with my tongue.

"It that as much as any of the girls have done? Just given blow jobs?"

"No, my best friend slept with a guy, well two different guys actually. And another girl said that she had slept with a guy last Christmas vacation when her family went to Florida."

"Did they enjoy it?"

"They all said it hurt to much and it didn't make them feel good either."

"So, why are we out here then?"

"Because I know that Olivia does it with her dates, and I heard her with you yesterday, and she didn't sound like she was in any pain to me. And she's been really nice to me since she was with you."

"Well, I won't kid you. There could easily be pain right at first, when I push my cock into you, but it only lasts a minute, and I will be very gentle with you."

I stopped talking and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I heard her catch her breath as I did that, and then push her breast out at me. I played with the nipple with my tongue, and then nipped on it lightly, which actually brought a little louder sigh from Morgan.

Finally, I began to move lower, keeping my lips in contact with her bare skin as I crossed her abdomen. I did a quick tongue tour of her navel, which brought another breathing pause and then continued my trek lower. Without losing contact with her skin and my lips, I rolled over between her legs and kissed all around her bush. I pushed her knees up and away and then dropped my head a little lower, breaking contact and blowing lightly through her pubic hair. I made long passes, up and down, from top to bottom and back up again, but never touching her skin or hair, just simply blowing through it. I held her hips down, because once again, she thrust upward, trying to make physical contact with her tormentor. But it was just hot air--just my breath that she was feeling, and it was making her very excited.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Just trying to make you feel good."

"It feels wonderful, and I am beginning to feel really strange inside."

I spread her legs wider, and looked down to see if any moisture was showing. It was more than showing. Everything between her cunt opening and the blanket was covered with her own lubricant. I felt guilty about teasing her so much, so I moved up and placed my lips into the middle of her pubes, stuck my tongue straight out, and licked the opening to her cunt. You can't, you just can't believe how hard she snapped her legs shut onto my head. I really thought that I would have a headache for forever. She was rolling her hips toward me, trying to get my tongue further inside her while all the while moaning as if she was hurt.

I ran my tongue up her lips until it hit her clit. For a girl that was just beginning to develop, she had a clit that wouldn't quit. It was every bit as large as a green grape, and by this time, was fully swollen and standing out from the lips. I toyed with it for a minute, chewed on it slightly, and the sucked it hard into my mouth and held it steadily.

That brought another crashing of the thighs against my head, thank you very much. Sonovabitch that hurt! Oh, but I sucked that clit, and hard. I pulled it with my lips, toyed with it, nibbled on it, and actually pretend to chew on it., I don't know how to describe her sounds, it wasn't a moan or a sigh, it was almost like a cry. She came again, I know she did. These were not wild screaming orgasms. They were tightly controlled, almost embarrassed that I knew about them orgasms. As she settled back from her latest one, I moved away, and crawled into position. I moved the tip of my cock around her lips, just to moisten the end, and then held it at the opening of her cunt. I looked straight at her.

"Are you ready?"

She opened her eyes, looked at me, nodded yes and then closed her eyes again.

Holding my cock firmly in my hand, I slowly pushed into her tiny opening. She was very tight. I thought for a second that maybe I should have opened her up with my finger, but it was too late now. I pushed further into, and was really having a hard time getting in. Finally I stopped moving so slowly, and just pushed hard. Her eyes flew open and she screamed out loudly.

I held very still, almost motionless inside her cunt. God it felt good, so wet and hot, but she was still wincing in pain, so I stayed where I was. Tears were rolling from her eyes, and I was beginning to lose my enthusiasm for this, as well as my hard on.

"Are you going to be okay?"

She nodded yes.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Go ahead." she said in a very quiet voice.

I pushed into her very slowly. Thankfully, she was very wet which made entry that much less painful. I hit bottom about half way in with my cock, and she winced again. I began to pull out immediately, and on my next push in, stopped well short of her womb. After about five strokes, the pained expression seemed to leave her face. There was no smile yet, no moaning or signing. It was mostly grunting and a few winces. I decided to ride her high since my cock wouldn't all fit into her anyway, it might as well be useful outside.

As tight as she was, I didn't know how long I could last. The friction was definitely a factor. She felt great inside; the tightest I had ever experienced. I was trying to let her have at least a small orgasm, and by riding high, it seemed to have some benefit. She actually opened her eyes and smiled at me, and soon after, I heard a very small, soft sigh, and a change in her breathing. I was making long, slow and smooth strokes, providing the maximum friction to her clit. Suddenly, without a sound or any warning, I felt the muscles in her cunt contract. It stopped me in mid-stroke. She threw her arms around me, pulled me close to her and held me there, for a two minute eternity. Finally the muscles relaxed and I was able to continue. I pushed harder into her for several strokes and blew my load into her pussy as she came down from her first real orgasm.