Part One
Wednesday, February 15, 1978 was certainly a red-letter day for me, 18-year-old Bryan McGraw. School had been dismissed slightly more than an hour ago and now I was merrily sharing a bed with Vera Clancy, a girl I barely knew. We had just concluded what was known in legal terms as “the sex act” and we were now joyfully cuddling with each other in her bedroom. Her house was located a mere three blocks west of the school. No one else was present there, of course.
Vera had recently moved into my suburban city two weeks ago and had joined my high school class. She was in my home room. Within a couple of days, a rumor was circulating that young Miss Clancy, an average-looking girl with curly brown hair, was the most promiscuous female at Pleasant Valley High School—and she was doing everything possible to live up to the lurid scuttlebutt. By her own admission, I was the fifth boy from my school to enjoy the carnal delights she willingly provided in the short time she had been enrolled there. The remarkable thing was that boys did not pursue Vera; she actively and enthusiastically pursued them! “I like fucking; in fact, I love it!” she explained to me. “I like everything about it. It’s wonderful. I enjoy the intimacy of having sex. I like being penetrated by boys’ hard dicks. I like having my tits and pussy fondled. I just love screwing with boys my age. I’m sure they like it, too. You enjoyed fucking me, didn’t you, Bryan?”
I laughed at the ridiculous question before replying, “You have to be kidding me, Vera,” I stated without any reservations. “It was fabulous. Riding you was a real treat. You are a great sex partner. I’d fuck you for hours on end until my penis fell off.”
Let’s turn back the clock a few hours. February 15 started as a normal school day for me. I lived close enough to the school that I was able to go home each day on my lunch period to enjoy a quick, midday meal prepared by my stay-at-home mother. After returning to school from having my lunch, I was putting my winter coat into my locker when Vera Clancy tapped me on the shoulder. She grasped my wrist and handed me a note that had been hand-written on pink stationery and placed in a small envelope of the same color. “Read this when you can, Bryan,” she told me in a whisper. “I’m heading into our English class now. Let me know what your answer is.”
I wasn’t at all used to receiving notes from girls, so Vera’s action had taken me by surprise. She had already left when I tore open the envelope and read the startling message inside it. “Bryan,” it said, “I really want to fuck you! If you want to fuck me too, we can go to my house when school is finished today. My parents don’t get home until after 6 o’clock. I bet you have a big, hard dick for me! If having sex with me appeals to you, when you come into class, look at me and touch your nose.”
I quickly shut my locker and sprinted into the classroom. I promptly looked at Vera and touched my nose at least a dozen times to show my eagerness to oblige her. Vera smiled broadly and gave me a thumbs-up signal. How I focused on any of that afternoon’s school lessons was a mystery to me.
When the final bell rang, Vera approached me and said she would meet me at my locker in five minutes after she had gone to hers. It was the longest five minutes of my life. After three minutes, it occurred to me that maybe I was the target of a practical joke. (I had a few devilish buddies at school who were capable of setting up such a complex ruse.) To my great relief, Vera returned, kissed me on the cheek, and said softly, “My bedroom awaits us, Bryan. I can’t wait to get there and fuck you.”
I kissed her on the cheek in return. I figured it was the least I could do. Bedding Vera Clancy would be a first for me. My lone prior sexual experience was six years earlier at a summer camp when I coerced a not-too-bright girl named Mindy Firestone to let me fondle her small tits while she gave me a hand job. Due to my utter inexperience, I shot my load in about 45 seconds. I knew Vera had much grander plans for me. I just hoped I’d last much longer before having an orgasm than I had with vapid Mindy.
Part Two
I had no idea where Vera’s house was. She led the way, holding my hand as we walked there. We moved at a swift gait—which was quite alright by me. When we got to 47 Conway Street, Vera unlocked the door and we went inside. We removed our heavy coats and boots—it was the middle of February and the sidewalks were snow-covered and slushy—and proceeded without hesitation to Vera’s bedroom. I had never seen an 18-year-old girl’s bedroom, except on television. There was a lot of pink. Posters of popular singers decorated its walls. Vera wasted little time in getting down to business. “Hurry up and get undressed, Bryan,” she instructed me. “The quicker we take our clothes off, the quicker we can start our fucking!”
That was adequate incentive for me to comply. Within 25 seconds I was standing completely naked before a pretty, nubile girl who was also in her birthday suit. (I hadn’t seen Mindy Firestone’s vagina when I had caressed her breasts.) Not surprisingly, I was already sporting an erection, which pleased Vera. “That’s a great dick you have, Bryan!” she complimented me. I had always thought it was a fine penis, too, but it was gratifying to have its status confirmed by an expert.
Nude Vera was a lovely sight to me. She had a sexy, naughty grin on her face. Her breasts were average for her age. (She was nowhere near as well-endowed as dimwitted classmate Ann Heath, who was known to the high school boys as Ample Annie.) Vera had the type of tits with large areolas. She also had a vagina that was hairier than I expected. Having had zero experience with naked girls in my presence, I don’t know why I had any sort of preconceived idea about such things. Still, I felt the need to compliment Vera’s equipment. “You have a fabulous body, Vera. Your goodies are a real turn-on to me!”
Vera smiled and said, “Time is being wasted, Bryan. I want to hop into bed with you right this moment.”
“Likewise!” I quickly agreed. Then I noticed Vera had a telephone in her room on a small table next to her bed. It occurred to me I ought to call my mother and explain why my typically short journey home from school was being delayed today.
“Bryan, surely you’re not going to tell your mom that you are not at home yet because you’re about to have sex with a girl from your class?” Vera asked me.
“No, of course not!” I responded with a grin. “However, I’d love to see the expression on my mother’s face if I did tell her the truth. Vera, I come from a very strait-laced family.”
Standing naked in a girl’s bedroom, I made the call. I told my mother I was using a phone from the school’s office. (There was no call display to indicate otherwise in 1978.) I said there was an intramural basketball event after school that day that I had totally forgotten about until a few minutes before class was dismissed. My team needed me to play. I’d be delayed for a while, but I’d definitely be home before dinner was served. Mom did not question that plausible fib in the slightest. It may have been the first time in my 18 years that I had ever lied to one of my parents about my whereabouts.
I hung up the phone and said to Vera, “Sorry for that brief delay. It’s time for bed!”
We climbed onto it from opposite sides. We met in the center and kissed. I was enjoying that bit of mild foreplay, but Vera seemed determine to get to the main purpose of our get-together—fucking—as quickly as possible.
Vera began stroking my dick to get it as hard as it had ever been since I hit puberty. That took just a few moments, which was hardly surprising. I happily played with her breasts, rubbing my thumbs against her nipples. They grew harder by the second.
“Great job, Bryan!” Vera commented. “Now my tits are ready for you to suck on!”
I quickly took the hint and placed my lips around her left nipple and sucked on it vigorously. At age 18, I wasn’t sure If Vera could produce milk with her delightful jugs, but I didn’t really care one way or the other. After perhaps 30 seconds, I switched my amorous attentions to her right breast. Vera’s tits were now my favorite toys in the world, easily surpassing my extensive model train set!
I continued to suck on one of Vera’s breasts then the other as my right hand drifted downward towards my bedmate’s hairy bush. I rubbed my fingers against it from top to bottom. When I found her clit—and Vera reacted positively to my gentle touch—I focused on it.
“Oh, please keep doing that to me, Bryan,” she requested. “The feeling is wonderful!”
“May I lick it?” I politely inquired.
“I’m all yours, Bryan,” Vera replied. “Do whatever you want with me.”
With that open-ended permission, I repositioned myself on the bed so I could give Vera’s pussy a major licking from top to bottom. The taste was surprisingly pleasing to me—and I told Vera that I was enjoying the experience.
“You’re enjoying it?” Vera asked and exclaimed at the same time. “Imagine how your terrific licks make me feel!”
I didn’t have to imagine it. There was plenty of liquid evidence that Vera was thrilled by my act of cunnilingus—a term I did not know existed in 1978. I would have continued pleasing Vera indefinitely with my mouth and tongue, but she suggested we move further down the list on her carnal agenda for February 15. “Time to put your penis to good use, Bryan,” she said. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
Without saying another word to Vera, I spread her legs as wide as possible. I grabbed my shaft and placed it next to her pussy hole. In retrospect, I wished I had entered her extremely slowly so I could savor the experience of the start of my first fuck. Instead, I shoved my stiff rod into Vera rather roughly. Vera let out a moan. I think it was an indication of unexpected pleasure, but I was not entirely sure about that.
Be that as it may, I began to thrust my penis and withdraw it from her over and over again. I set a rhythm that corresponded to Vera’s gentle, approving sighs. I loved the sight of Vera’s breasts jiggling as I screwed her vigorously. I stopped pounding her pussy momentarily to fondle her tits for a few seconds. Vera didn’t like the break in the action. She told me, “Try to forget about my boobs, Bryan. Keep on fucking me hard instead—and don’t stop. I like that better!”
“Okay, if you insist,” I replied. I merrily resumed my riding and ramming of my very willing sex partner. It was all very stimulating to me. I enjoyed the sight of my dick going fully inside Vera’s lovely vagina. I didn’t care if I was the hundredth boy to enjoy her sexual treats. To me, the novelty of fucking a desirable classmate was simply awesome.
An orgasm was imminent, but I gave Vera no warning. I just simply moaned slightly as I ejaculated into her pussy. I gave no thought whatsoever about pulling out. I launched at least three ropes of semen into her. The feeling was fantastic. When the last drop oozed out of my dick, I was totally spent. I tiredly fell forward onto Vera’s torso and took the opportunity to kiss her several times as an act of gratitude. I only pulled out of Vera when I felt my penis become more flaccid than stiff.
“Bryan, you were a naughty boy! You came inside me!” she said with a giggle.
“Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?” I asked her.
“Yes, I’m just joking with you,” she informed me. “You are a good fucker. You must have had plenty of experience screwing other girls. Maybe some of them are our classmates. How many times have you fucked before?”
“Actually zero,” I truthfully informed her. “You’re the first girl who’s ever allowed me to fuck her, Vera. I’m very grateful for that.”
“Zero times before today!” she exclaimed in disbelief. “That’s amazing to me, Bryan. You’re a very handsome boy—one of the best-looking guys in our class. You’re telling me that no girl has ever had the pleasure of fucking you before I did? Wow!”
I didn’t know whether to take that remark as a compliment or a personal shortcoming, so I chose not to reply at all.
I asked her why she chose me as a bedmate, considering we had had very little interaction since she joined my home room two weeks earlier.
Vera told me that she liked my looks and that I came across as someone who would enjoy fucking her. (Wow, was she ever right about that!) Then she explained to me that she was something akin to a sex addict. She described her overwhelming obsession with copulating, using the colorful words that appear in the second paragraph of this story. I took that to mean that if I had stupidly turned down Vera’s wonderful invitation for a roll in the hay with her, she would have quickly asked someone else to take my place.
We joked and laughed and kissed for a few moments. All the while, Vera was stimulating my penis with her hand. Another erection had been attained!
“You’re hard again, Bryan,” she accurately noted. “That means we can have another fuck if you like. It must be wonderful to be a healthy 18-year-old boy. You can get one erection after another!”
“You took the words out of my mouth!” I told her.
“Well, let me put your dick in my mouth,” she replied with a cheeky grin. “I haven’t given you a blowjob yet. You deserve one from me!”
I didn’t know specifically why I deserved a blowjob from Vera Clancy, but I certainly was not going to turn it down! Accordingly, I lied on my back and let her have unobstructed access to my rising rod. Based on her skillful manipulation of my manhood, Vera had obviously performed this sexual feat dozens of times before. It was a heavenly novelty to me, though. I was certain to come a second time, but I wanted a second fuck to prompt another orgasm.
“While I have this great erection, I want to fuck you from behind, Vera!” I told her. She grinned and silently positioned herself on her knees at the end of the bed with her cute bum elevated so I could screw her while I was standing. I had seen just a handful of pornographic images in my life, but some were of rear-entry fucking, which caught my eye as something I wanted to try some day. That day had suddenly arrived on February 15, 1978! Therefore, I desperately wanted to try it on the wonderfully willing and accommodating sex partner who was patiently kneeling at the end of her bed.
Unlike our previous fuck, this time I entered Vera’s pussy slowly until I had put every millimeter of my dick inside her. We both uttered a pleasurable “Aah!” almost simultaneously when I reached my penis’ physical limit. Then I proceeded to fuck her as passionately as I had before. I especially liked the rhythmic smacking sound that was made when my groin collided with Vera’s bum. I gave her five or six uninterrupted minutes of vigorous screwing before I could feel another ejaculation mounting. Instead of coming inside her, this time I pulled out of Vera’s juicy vagina and sprayed my semen onto her back.
I liked the sight of my warm cum pooling on the body of a naked girl. That was another first-time experience for me. For some inexplicable reason, I picked up a sizable glob of my jism using two of my fingers and liberally smeared it on her hairy pussy. Then I did it again with a second dollop of cum. Still on her knees and facing the other direction, Vera couldn’t see what I was doing, but still she sensed it, somehow.
“That’s a bit of a weird fetish, Bryan,” she told me. “But who am I to judge these things? One boy at my last school wanted to shove a tongue depressor up my wet pussy and then pull it out and lick it.”
I visualized that happening and I laughed at the idea. “To each his own!” I declared. “I don’t think that would appeal to me at all, though,” I said to her. “That’s a bit too odd for me.” Then I added, “One thing I would truly love to do to you next time, Vera, would be to fire a huge cum shot all over your lovely tits. I think that would be an incredibly sexy sight—if we ever do have a next time in bed together.”
“Of course we will be doing this again Bryan,” Vera quickly assured me. “It was great fun, wasn’t it? The next time I want you to bring a couple of friends with you for my added pleasure—and theirs, too.”