My name is Aaron and in 1962 I was born in southwest Tennessee in. I was the middle kid, with two older brothers and two younger sisters. My parents were married right out of high school and stayed married until my father died. Mom never missed church and dad seldom went. But he made sure us kids went with our mother every Sunday.
My youth wasn't without drama. Drama that until I was older, I didn't understand. Every once in a while, my mom would throw dad out of the house and he'd be gone a week or two. And every time it happened, my aunt Tootie would come over after a few days and her and mom would go sit on the back porch and talk. I was pretty young the first few times it happened so they must have thought that with some euphemisms they could speak around me without betraying the substance of the discussion. And they were right, except that though I didn't understand their language, I didn't forget what they said. And the gist was like this:
Tootie, "Listen Jo, all this kind of stuff happened when you two were dating. Hell, I doubt you'd have kept dating him if it weren't for his reputation. Roger is a man and any man who gets offered no-strings entertainment is gonna take it. Daddy warned you."
Mom, "well, his reputation is well earned, but he's got to keep his reputation in his Wranglers. He's going to learn that his supper is served at home and stop eating out at every cheap diner that flings the door open."
And I even recall my aunt once telling mom that she had changed the diaper of every one of mom’s boys and that their wives were going to face the same problem.
But the separation never lasted more than a week or two and then dad would come home and every morning for a week after mom would be cooking breakfast with a big smile on her face, humming to beat the band.
My dad ran a service station and I used to stop in for a soda after school when the weather was warm. One spring Mrs. Davis from down the street was at the garage every day for a week. Dad said something was wrong with her gearbox. But all I know is that late in the week Mr. Davis came to the house with a baseball bat threatening my dad if he couldn't keep his horse cock to himself. At the time this was just confusing to me. We didn't own a horse or a chicken or anything like that. Mr. Stedman from next door was the police and he broke it up. And dad was gone for another two weeks.
As for me, I turned eighteen right after the start of my senior year of high school. By this time, I was about 5'10", a hundred and sixty five pounds and a typical lean teenager. I was never into sports, preferring to work around cars and stuff in my spare time. I never had any success with girls, mainly because I was too shy. My aunts always used to tease me about how I was going to be a lady-killer like my daddy and I was so embarrassed that I never really tried to approach any girls. I had lots of girl friends, but no girlfriends.
I'd been working part time at a machine shop since I was 15 and had bought a used Toyota Corolla GT. And my senior year when spring break arrived, I was ready to drive to Florida and party. I'd never drank more than a couple of beers at a time and that was at work when the boss would open the fridge at quitting time and let us all have one or two. But that year my buddy Barry, who also worked at the machine shop, and I were going to and cut loose. I'd heard all the wild stories about spring break from my brothers and thought that maybe, I'd finally get laid. Barry and I were the same age. He was a lot taller, probably about six-one. His mother and mine were neighbors growing up and we'd been friends our whole life.
The night before we left, dad said, "you be sure and stay close to the beach. I don't want you driving and hurting yourself or someone else. I trust you to act right."
We got together early and had a sober ride to our lodgings in Panama City Beach, arriving Friday afternoon around one o'clock. My mom had some family in the area and she got us the suite with two bedrooms and a small kitchen that we used to rent when we would take family vacation there. We went straight to the beach, carrying our cooler and some towels, a frisbee and some chips and such. We found a place on the beach and rolled out our towels and jumped into the Gulf. There were attractive girls everywhere and friendly, too. We chatted up some and made vague plans to see each other around. About three o'clock a couple of very attractive girls set up their spot on the beach next to us. Their names were Ronda and Sandy and they were freshmen at a college in Maryland. Ronda was really beautiful with black hair, green eyes and a tiny waist that accentuated her round butt and very adequate cleavage. They had already been in Florida a couple of days, having arrived on Wednesday, and were tanned and gorgeous. Barry and Sandy hit it off so we spent the rest of the day drinking and swimming, flirting and teasing, and by ten we were back at our place making out.
Though I'd made out before and had been to "third base" a few times I was still a virgin. A condition that I was eager to change. Ronda and I were laying on the bed making out. I was wearing a tee shirt and cutoffs and she was wearing a bikini top and cutoffs over her bikini bottom. We were both buzzing pretty good and her top came off in short order. She had great b-cup breasts with quarter sized nipples and super sexy tan lines. I sucked and played with her breasts and kissed her while she rubbed my crotch.
"Let's do it now," she said and stood up sliding off her cutoffs and bikini bottom. I was nervous, but I stripped eagerly in the dimly lit room. She slid up to the pillows at the top of the bed and opened her legs as I kissed her breasts and stomach. I was horny as hell. She was so attractive by the light of the clock and the parking lot lights coming through the window. I moved up between her legs, thinking about how I was finally going to get laid. We kissed passionately and I aimed my head at her soaking wet vagina. I pushed to enter her, unsuccessfully, for a few seconds and began to panic, terrified that in my inexperience I was doing something profoundly stupid.
"What are you trying to do Aaron? Damn, what IS that??" She then reached down and felt my penis for the first time, out of my shorts. "What in the world??" She pushed me onto my back and saw it for the first time. "Oh My God, Aaron!! You're fucking huge!! Why didn't you tell me. I don't know if we can really do this."
"Is it really big? I never thought about it. Is it going to be ok? I mean, can we still do it?" Like I said, I was never into sports so never had the locker room experience. The only dicks I'd seen were my brothers, which were about the same as me. And I'd never seen them erect. Of course, subsequently I've taken stock and I'm about eight and a quarter long and a little over seven and a half inches around, with a head like a large egg. But at that time I had no idea how those measurements compared. But Ronda sure did.
"Look," she said, "put your fingers in, gently for a while and let's see if I can get ready a little bit, ok? Then we'll try again." She looked me in the eye and reclined onto the pillows and we started making out again and her kisses became really wild. I inserted a couple of fingers into her dripping pussy as we French kissed. She stroked me, holding as much as her tiny hands could get. "Oh Aaron, your dick is so nice and big, I want to feel it.... I've never had a big one before," she said over and over, close to my ear. The beer on her breath and the smell of tanning lotion were like a narcotic. I'd never been so excited. In spite of my most strenuous efforts, I began cumming in her hand. When she understood what was happening, she started stroking faster and sticking her tongue deeper in my mouth.
"Oh, Ronda, oh ahhh...."
"Don't stop Aaron, it's ok," she assured me between kisses while I furiously fingered her soft, wet, hairy pussy. Afterward we continued kissing and I never went completely soft before my erection returned as hard as before. I continued fingering her until, I guess, she realized that I was going to maintain my erection. "Get on top." She spread her legs obscenely wide and I rolled on to her. Positioning myself above her in a push-up position, she held my erection, rubbing the head alternately in circles and up and down between her vaginal lips, finally pulling it toward her. She had been, up to this point, pretty vocal. That is, talking and encouraging me and cooing when something felt good (like when I discovered her clitoris!!). But now, she went all radio silent on me. She pushed her mouth so hard onto mine that I feared breaking teeth. Her warm wetness enveloped my dick head and she flinched and pulled ever so slightly away. I stopped pushing, waiting for a signal. She began rocking her hips just slightly and as I would push in a little at a time her dry, outer vagina would act like a brake. She would withdraw her hips just a bit and then do a short little back and forth thing to bring some wetness to her entrance and around my dick. Then she would rock her hips again, inching me in a little at a time. She did this for about five minutes or so and finally, I was balls deep.
Now I didn't know a tight pussy from a bag of bagels at this time, but I knew that nothing had prepared me for the hairy vice that my dick was wrapped in. Still, she was mute. Except for her grunts with every stroke, I wouldn't have known that she was awake. She lay perfectly still and after about two or three minutes of me punching the bottom of her pussy she began making a weird, cat-like sound and her hips began convulsing wildly. "Oh Aaron, fuckitbabyfuckitbabyoooohfuckohshitfuck.." Then she began kissing me again, wildly and breathlessly. Her breasts were drenched with perspiration. Then I had my first ever orgasm inside a pussy. I began stroking almost my full length, occasionally slipping out completely and quickly sliding back in, eliciting embarrassing (to her, that is) farts from her pussy and shooting semen all over the place; in her, on her, on the sheets, everywhere. It was the greatest feeling that I'd ever had. I thought I was in love. We continued kissing for another ten minutes and fell asleep. She woke after a half hour and said that her dad was supposed to call her hotel room and check on her so she had to hurry back. She dressed quickly, kissed me and told me that she would see me in the morning.
I hadn't drunk enough to have a hangover the next morning and got up as soon as I saw daylight. I smiled to myself about having finally lost my cherry, replaying the event in my head as I made the bed and slipped on some clean shorts. Quietly, I grabbed a soda from the fridge and went to the living room and sat down. Barry was still sleeping and Sandy had left with Ronda. Just as I was about to turn on the tv, there was a knock at the door. I jumped up quickly so a repeat wouldn't wake Barry. I doubted that Ronda would be coming to see me so early but hoped I was wrong. When I opened the door, I was met by the early morning humidity, the sea salt smell and a pretty, very short (less than five foot), blonde girl wearing a green tank top and matching terrycloth short shorts and carrying a tiny sling bag. The tops of her boobs were glorious and she was braless. She was in one of the groups of girls that Barry and I had spoken with briefly the previous afternoon.
"Hi, I'm Darla, aren't you Aaron?"
