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Chapter 132 - Sunset Sex

The first time, reminiscence with a kinky twist

If I had known it would only take a car to get my first fuck in life, I'd have been even more motivated to get my licence.

We were stuck in a new housing subdivision on the edge of an ever-expanding Melbourne suburban sprawl. Yeah, nice new brick places but no beaches, no skate ramps, no surf shops, no cinema, not even a frickin local college —that was a forty-minute bus ride away.

Thank God I finally had my licence.

Still, the deadly tedious hours I'd had to work at a distant hardware shop to get the money for my first car. 

Earn it; value it, my parents had said. 

Oh, Christ, I valued it; it was my fucking passport to life and, hopefully, fucking.

The corrugated, dusty, unsealed road to the bushranger's lookout was hardly the stuff of the expected romantic location for deflowering a chick.

I was a mere male who didn't give a stuff — beyond stuffing my cock in pussy.

But where was I going to get my first root?

Toni Monroe, a college senior, eighteen like myself, who lived in my neighbourhood, must have had some idea when I suggested the isolated lookout.

She told her parents it was for her photography assignment and brought her camera. Her family was into the home darkroom stuff.

I was more into getting Toni into a dark place.

Toni was an unknown quantity. Outwardly quiet. No known reputation with the guys.

We arrived at the lookout.

The supposed reserve vantage point was dingy. Scattered crushed beer cans, smashed stubbies, and though neither of us mentioned it, it was pretty obvious there were used condoms, forlornly disintegrating, here and there.

The coloured varieties looked bloody stupid.

Then I realised I was the frickin idiot.

I hadn't brought a condom.

Sex seemed to be the last thing on Toni's mind as she walked over to the bent wire fence at the edge of the cliff face. A granite slab with a graffitied brass plaque — marked the bushranger's lookout.

Toni started composing shots of the setting sun.

I was composing images of her jeans being eased down off her cute butt.

I thought she realised how sexy she was. She was five feet two inches tall, with soft brown hair in a ponytail, a few light freckles, and stunning hazel eyes.

Yeah, her tits weren't her best asset; barely bumps under her yellow T-shirt. But they looked pleasing to a guy who had never fondled a set.

Toni kept clicking away through the slowly setting sunset. It was actually visually stunning.

But I was more interested in settling into Toni's body. I wasn't here for my photograph.

I finally made the brave or foolhardy decision to sidle behind her. Press into her back and butt with the pretence of being interested in what she was composing.

Taking pictures of the bloody sunset.

"It took you long enough," she said. 

"Mmm, that feels good. Grind a bit more; get your hands under my T-shirt."

Well, Toni knew and expected more than I did as she shimmied into my groin.

It wasn't the time to confess my virginity.

She put the cap back on the lens, and the camera was swinging from her neck as she bent further over as my hands grabbed what were two tiny handfuls of her breasts under her equally small bra cups.

God, her nipples, though, were hard and felt sensational to touch, and she liked them being touched.

"Mmm, that's nice, mmm, mmm."

She spun around and kissed me deep and hard. 

Then said: "The Car. The Car."

I stupidly looked at the car, thinking, fuck, didn't I put the hand brake on.

Then I comprehended — she meant sex — in my car.

It was a flurry of hurried joint body movement to the back seat. Toni was on top of me. Her T-shirt and bra were off, her nipples being fed in turn into my mouth.

Pink tips of absolute mesmerising delight. The more I sucked, the more she moaned.

"Ooh, yeah, that's the treat! Suck harder! Ooh, yeah! Just like that! Ooh!"

Toni then manoeuvred down the seat; crouching and sort of half hunching me; as she got my pants and boxers to my ankles and grabbed my cock in her hand, tugging it stiffness a few times and then her head was bobbing up and down off my cock.

Her ponytail flounced around wildly. 

God, my cock felt incredible.

After a couple of minutes of her sucking frenzy, she was kneeling over me, awkwardly getting her jeans and knickers off. 

I caught a delicious glimpse of her delicate pink hidden bits in a thickish fuzz of golden honey-brown pubes. I had never seen anything so compelling and fixating in my life.

"Your condom, sunshine, "said Toni.

I nearly went flaccid as I replied: "I forgot."

"Yeah; yeah, yeah," she said: "Always up to the chick to be on the bloody pill. Jake, you prick."

I was squeezed and hunched against the car door, feeling for my pants. 

This was over.

"Tell you what," she said: "It will only cost you a picture of your cock."

"What," I said, "You want to photograph my cock; what the fuck for?"

Which sounded pretty stupid?

There was nothing wrong with my cock. It was my best mate. But I suppose I wasn't sure of Toni's motivation — snapping my cock.

"Oh, don't worry; it's not anything sinister. I won't take your face, just your cock. I love cock."

I had to ask: "Just how many frickin cocks have you captured on film?"

"Oh, for me to know. Now you can just get yourself to attention; the sun is almost set. Get out of the car."

So, there I was, naked on the bushranger's bluff in profile against the sunset, having my cock framed in a lens; well, to; get my first fuck I hoped.

My cock was snapped by a camera. 

Then we were back in my car.

I got my first fuck, alright, and it was awesome.

I was flat on my back in the back seat of my car, fully naked. Toni's petite body was equally naked above mine.

She was riding my cock in her sweet, warm slit. Tight and tunnelling. Up and down. Grinding occasionally. Silky smooth gliding backwards and forwards.

She was moaning, "Aah, aah, aah!"

I was groaning, "Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

Her hazel eyes were pinpricks of light in the closing darkness but orb exuding a love of cock, and it was my cock getting her loving.

She was embracing my pecker in a haven of sweet wet gentleness and hardcore body arched pounding.

Oh, Toni Monroe had more than some ideas about sex.

She wanted a ride, alright—more than a car ride into the sunset.

Her pussy had oomph and ah.; her body was a sassy enveloping pecker treat, and I thought she was going to let me explode my cum; in her fuzzy warm pussy.

But she was crouched over my cock: "Cum, you bugger. Cum over my titties."

Well, it was an absolute pleasure, releasing my jizz on her hard little nipples and her soft buds of breasts. My cock head rubbing over and over her taut stiff nipples.

It was dark; our bodies were in outline only. 

We needed the car light on to put our clothes back on and, with the light, it revealed a frickin survey of our cum drenched bodies.

Her hazel eyes were so happy.

Her titties covered in my jizz looked so pretty.

I asked politely. "Can I have a photo of your tits, Toni?"

"What — like this?" she said.

"Yes, as they are; they are beautiful."

"Well, Okay."

I think she was surprised that a guy liked her small, small tits.

So, I took my first picture of Toni; well, her breasts.

Strange the relationship that developed over the next few months before it ran its course.

Serious sunset photos for her major college assignment at lookouts, jetties and beaches.

My cock stiffy angled against the setting sun: repeatedly for her private collection and for me, Toni's regular jizzed tits, which she gave to me.

My cloistered album of her memorable budettes.

I'm reminiscing all my first driving and sex experiences — as I'm giving my son — driving lessons.

Man, oh man, were those sunsets with Toni over thirty years ago?

I know my young buck, Josh, is impatient for his licence and his equivalent of Toni. 

I've seen him glance too often at cute Hailey, who lives down the street.