Gina: The Beginning
	(mF, intr, oral, anal)	

	The summer after my sophomore year of high school, my parents concluded their fucked up marriage with an equally fucked up divorce.  My mom made out okay; my dad and I ended up in a crappy, little trailer in a poor section of town.  This turn of events left my dad a depressed basket-case who spent his days moping around, virtually ignoring me, seldom questioning what I was up to, even when I stayed out all night and didn’t get home until the next morning.
	Subsequently, this lack of supervision allowed me to spend most (okay, all) of the summer getting high with my new friend from the trailer park, Larry.  To my surprise, Larry‘s mother, Betty, also smoked reefer.  I guess it never occurred to me that adults also got high, so I found this situation quite unique.  I had other friends, but to my knowledge, none of their parents got stoned.  In short, Betty was cool.  
	Betty was a single mother; she lived with Larry and his 19-year-old sister, Gina, in a little trailer three rows down and around the corner from my dad‘s place.  Betty’s trailer was always hopping on the weekends and often during the week as well.  She and six or seven of her girlfriends would get together with various local musicians who came by after their gigs at the jazz clubs in the black section of town.  These wild, late-night parties were always very lively affairs and I very much enjoyed the privilege of listening to these fine musicians jamming well into the wee hours of the morning.
	As for Gina, now...well, let me tell you about Gina.  Gina was a college girl; gorgeous and well liked by all the men who came around, which caused Betty to fret endlessly.  Truth be told, though I was painfully shy, I often spent many nights sneaking sly glances at Gina, all the while trying not to be caught by Betty’s watchful eyes.
	At one of the aforementioned late-night gatherings I had my first taste of gin.  Back in those days I only drank beer and damn little of it, at that.  I much preferred some really fine weed or a few lines of coke, if it were available.  
	But tonight it was gin and a lot of it; soon my guts were on fire and I felt as if I would pass out when I heard Betty say, "Gina, take Jake outside for some air, he looks like he gonna’ puke."
	Just Betty mentioning the word puke made my stomach roil and I felt myself lurch to my feet and head out the screen door, Gina close behind me.  I managed to sit down on the rickety back porch before I fell down. 
	"Jake, you gonna’ be alright?  You wanta’ smoke some weed?" She asked as she sat down beside me.  I nodded and leaned my head back against the trailer siding, my vision cloudy from the gin.     
	I took the proffered joint, sucked down a huge hit and held it in until I could feel the acrid smoke fill my lungs almost to bursting.  I exhaled and took another deep hit, then passed it back to her.
	Gina leaned back against the side of the trailer, trying to catch a hint of a breeze.  She inhaled deeply and I watched a slight wisp of smoke trail out of her flared nostrils.   She exhaled finally and again hit the joint, fiercely this time.  
The flaring cherry lit up her beautiful, brown face with an eerie orange glow.  
	"Damn hot tonight, ain’t it?"  I asked for lack of anything else to say and instantly felt stupid for stating the obvious. 
	As she passed the joint to me again, her hand accidentally brushed against my arm, causing the hairs to bristle as if I were shot through with electricity.  I could feel my face flushed immediately, though whether this was from the effects of the gin or from self-consciousness, I couldn’t tell.  She laughed slightly as a languid smile played across her face.  
	The night was warm and humid and I could see tiny droplets of perspiration begin to bead upon her forehead.  The weak light of a bug bulb above and behind her head cast a pale yellow glow upon her coffee brown skin.  I wondered to myself if she realized just how beautiful she was.  	
	I took another couple of hits from the joint and ate the leftover roach.  She then took out more weed and began to roll another joint.  I watched as her slim, dainty fingers expertly laid the weed into the Tops paper, then twisted the paper up tight.  Next, she ran her wet, pink tongue up and down the sticky edge of the paper.  After she sealed it up, she stuck the joint into her mouth and used a slight coating of saliva to mold the paper around the weed for a perfect fit and finish.  Finally she ran the flame of a Zippo lighter over and around the joint before she lit it.  
	My dick began to get hard as I imagined her lips and mouth doing to my cock what I saw her do to the joint she had just rolled.  All except for the Zippo lighter bit, of course; that would be painful, to be sure.  
	I watched her draw the smoke deeply into her lungs; their inflation caused her large, firm breasts to strain against the thin cotton material of the summer dress she wore that evening.  God, she was gorgeous.  Her long legs were thin, yet shapely; she had a firm, sculpted ass that tapered up to a slim waist that seemed almost too small to be real.  Just looking at her luscious body barely hidden beneath the thin dress made me want her.  	
	I dragged deeply on the joint, the buzz from the previous weed was starting to kick in and I was feeling much less nauseous from the gin.  I handed the joint back to Gina and leaned back against the trailer again. 
	Then she asked me, "Jake, you ever been with a black girl before?"
	At this point in my life I hadn’t been with many girls, period, let alone a black one, but I decided to play along and see where this conversation was headed.  So I answered, "No."
	"I didn’t think so, you’re probably scared or sunthin’ " She stated in the southern drawl that her mother affected from time to time.
	"First of all, scared ain’t the word I’d use; probably just a lack of opportunity, I’d imagine.  Secondly, you’re no girl, Gina, you‘re a woman."  I grinned at her in the near-darkness.  "Anyway, you asking me this for a reason?"
	Gina turned to face me; as she did, she crossed her legs and I could see she was bare-assed naked as I looked straight up her dress and saw a slight hint of pink amidst her light brown, sans hair pussy.  Oh my God, no panties and a shaved pussy!  I could hardly contain my excitement.  	
	She caught my eyes as I looked up, then smiled the languid smile again and chuckled softly to herself.  Then she hugged herself slightly and rocked forward a bit, just looking at me with her dark brown eyes; her eyelashes so long they almost appeared to be fakes, but I knew they were real.  Nothing about her was fake tonight, though; everything was for real.  	
	Then Gina asked, with a lilt in her voice, "You know, I was sitting here wondering whether you got a big dick or a little one.  I’ll bet you got a little one, doncha’?"  She grinned a challenge toward me.
	I thought to myself, through the drug and alcohol induced haze, this could go wrong in so many ways.  Though drunk and high, I was straight enough to realize a dozen or more people were just inside the trailer.  This same dozen people would likely stomp a mud-hole in me and walk it dry if I were to get out of line, so I said nothing, hoping to let the question pass away into the evening air. 
	Then she thought to answer the question herself by saying, "I’ll bet it’s so small you can’t please nobody but yourself with it."  She chuckled slightly at her own joke, then smiled a challenge at me.
	Pride hurt, I had half a mind to take my dick out and wave it in her smug, grinning face.  The thoughts I had entertained earlier about her sucking me off re-entered my mind and I could feel my cock growing even harder and pressing firmly against the denim cutoffs I wore that night.  I felt as if she was reading my mind as her racy remarks caused me to finally speak.
	"Well, to be honest, I don’t know whether my dick is big or small.  I haven’t had any complaints yet."
	Gina laughed slightly at this, and then a devilish look came into her eyes as she said, "I guess I could just judge for myself, if you weren’t scared."  She moved over and sat right next to me, so close that I was now sure I could smell the fragrance of her now dampening pussy.
	I began to get just a little nervous and I wondered if she was really interested in me or was just playing some sort of game.  Just as I was going to call her bluff and take out my now aching cock, she ran her left hand up my thigh and into the leg of my cutoffs, whereupon she took a firm hold of my penis. 
	"Your dick feels good and stiff, Jake.  Did I do that to you?" She asked, knowing the answer was yes.  It was all I could do to moan an affirmative, "Uh huh."
	Gina released her grip on me, then unzipped my shorts.  She pulled the front of my underwear down slightly and took my dick in her velvety soft hands, seeming to inspect it in the faint, yellow light.  I sat there praying I wouldn’t immediately ejaculate before she did whatever she wanted to do to me.
	A few drops of pre-cum began to seep out, trailing down the head of my cock.  Gina removed it with the tip of her index finger, then sucked her finger and shot me a coy glance.  "Umm, your cum tastes so good, Jake.  I want to suck your big dick.  Do you want me to suck your dick, Jake?"
	"Oh yes, Gina," I croaked, my voice suddenly hoarse.  
	"I want you to beg me."
	"Please suck my dick, Gina, I ‘m begging you."
	She took me by the hand, stood me up and said, "C’mon then, let’s go for a walk."
	So I got to my feet, stuffed my now swollen cock back into my shorts, zipped them up as best I could and followed her out into the moonlit semi-darkness.  A weak breeze, blowing a few scattered clouds across the face of the full moon, evaporated the sweat on my face and body, slightly cooling me down in the process.
	Just beyond the trailer court lay a small clearing surrounding a giant Holiday Inn billboard next to an exit off the interstate highway that skirted the edge of town.  It was here that we stopped walking.
	Strewn about this clearing were beer bottles and cans, used rubbers and other pieces of trash that indicated this area was well known and often used by others for the exact same purpose which we intended.
	I cleared a small space amongst the trash and lay down upon the tall grasses and weeds that grew there despite the surrounding conditions.  Gina lay on top of me and we began to kiss, tentatively at first, then with more passion than I had ever known in my young life.  Gina’s lips were full and soft and slightly tasted of cinnamon.   
	I had never felt anything remotely like this passion.  My experiences with my girlfriend, Lori, had always been unsatisfying.  She never took any initiative; always thought anything but straight up, boy on top sex, was dirty or kinky.  I felt, at this moment, that my life was going to change for the better.
	I ran my hands all over Gina, feeling the curves of her soft, pliant body beneath the thin cotton dress.  I kneaded her ass flesh with my left hand as my right hand stroked her left breast, softly stroking the nipple until it began to harden beneath my fingers.  She moaned slightly, her body pressing into my hands with desire.
	"Gina, I want you so badly," I blurted in my exuberance.  
	"Hush," she said in a husky voice, her breath catching slightly as she kissed my neck softly.  She pushed me back down upon the grass and sat up beside me, unzipped my cutoffs again and took my penis in her soft, cool hands.   
	She lay down sideways, lowered her head into my lap and took the head of my dick in her warm, wet mouth.  Her lips and tongue felt like liquid satin surrounding my cock-shaft as she began to bob her head up and down slowly, softly cradling my balls in her right hand.
	Gina licked my rod up and down, my spit-slicked penis sliding in and out of her mouth as she began to vary the intensity of suction.  Then she began to change speeds and the depth of penetration, which drove me crazy with pleasure.  
	I could hear, as well as feel, low moans deep within her throat as she reached beneath her dress with her free hand and stroked her clitoris in an agitated manner.  	
	"Oh, Gina, you are so good," I gasped as I felt the sperm percolating upwards as an eruption begin to build beneath my ball sac.  "I’m gonna’ cum soon," I offered as a warning, which caused her to increase her sucking and her left hand began to pump up and down to bring me off quicker.
	I groaned and thrust my hips upward as the cum began to shoot out of my cock, just as she deep-throated my rod and gave my shaft a few more short, quick jerks with her hand as she gulped and swallowed my load of hot jism down her throat.
	I lay there, spent and satisfied for a moment.  My thoughts went to Gina, who had rolled off me and was rubbing her clitoris rhythmically and was fucking herself with two of her fingers deep inside her thoroughly drenched pussy.  
	I rolled over and pushed her dress up slightly so I could watch her masturbating hands more clearly as she moaned deep within her throat.  I took her two fingers into my mouth and sucked the pussy juice off of them, then parted her thighs and began to lap at her juicy snatch.  		
	Her pussy tasted slightly sweet, like Bazooka bubble gum just before the flavor is played out, when the sugar is nearly gone.  She held the back of my head, smashing my face into her cunt and I began to nibble her clitoris playfully, then licked the edges of her labia, up one side and down the other.
	She was moaning louder now as I licked and sucked her pussy, spreading her labia wider so my tongue could explore her fully.  She smelled clean and fresh, like the scent of spring rain (which I found out later was from essence of cucumber oil).  I then rimmed her, the tip of my tongue slightly penetrated her tightly puckered asshole, which seemed to instantly drive her crazy, as she began tossing her head from side to side and moaned, "Oh yeah, baby; yes, Jake, do me like that.  Oh my God, yes, yes!"
	Then her thighs clamped down on either side of my head and she ran her fingers through my hair.  Her thighs quivered as spasms shook her body, just slightly at first, then she began to shudder violently as her orgasm ran through her body and she pushed at my face and giggled slightly, a nervous little laughter that endeared her to me even more.
	"Whew," she said after she regained her composure slightly and rolled over to look up at my grinning face turned toward her in the moonlight.  "Damn, Jake, you turned me out, baby!  What am I gonna do with you, my little white boy?"
	"When my dick gets hard again, you’re gonna give me some of that fine pussy I just licked up and down," I said with a leering grin.
	"Do you have a rubber, Jake?" She asked me.
	"Shit no, I never thought I’d need one," I admitted.  Of course I hadn’t foreseen any need for a rubber that evening.  Worse yet, I had been a Boy Scout earlier in my lifetime.
	She read the disappointment on my face.  She leaned over, kissed my still wet lips and said, " I can’t risk getting pregnant, Jake.  But if you want to, you can fuck me in the ass; we can always fuck some other night."
	"If that’s what you want, why don’t I?" I agreed.  By this time my youthful penis was rock hard again and I took her by the hips and pulled her towards me.  
	She stuck her ass up in the air and leaned forward, her forearms resting on the matted down grass.  I stuck two of my fingers in her still wet cunt and coated the head of my dick with her pussy juices.  Then I spat on my hand and slicked my shaft up and down.
	Gina balanced on one arm, reached behind herself with her left hand, grabbed her ass crack and spread her cheeks.  "Go in easy, Jake, I haven’t done this but once or twice and it does hurt to begin with."
	I leaned forward and licking upward from her sopping wet pussy, spreading her juices and my saliva all over her asshole with my tongue-tip, then I reassured her as I said, "I’ll be as gentle as you want me to be, Gina."
	I held the base of my cock in a tight grip while I gently pressed my dickhead against her puckered anus as she slowly pushed herself onto my erection.  She let out a low moan as my shaft slowly entered and began to stretch her now quivering asshole.  Then she arched her back in response to my tentative thrusting.  Though I had never fucked anyone in the ass before, it seemed to be going well enough.
	"Oh God," she moaned, her voice near sobbing.  "Oh yeah, Jake, your dick feels real good when it’s so deep inside me."
	She was almost quietly screaming now and I began to wonder if I was hurting her as I worked my dick further into her now throbbing sphincter.  I held her by her hips and pumped my dick into her pulsating asshole again and again.
	She moaned louder and I pulled back instinctively but she said, "No Jake, that’s right; stick it in as deep as you can.  I want to feel you up deep inside my guts, baby!"  
	"Oh yeah, fuck me, Jake!  Oh my God, that feels so good," she groaned forcefully, sobbing slightly as she impaled herself on my rock-hard cock.
	My cock was in Gina up to the hilt now, her ass-cheeks were slapping against my pelvis and my dick was gliding in and out of her pulsating asshole like a piston.  I was close to climax and I could again feel the cum percolating deep within my scrotum.
	I leaned into her now, my lips kissing her neck and my hands gripping her shoulders as we bucked against each other.  Then she screamed, "Oh yeah!"  and I felt my dick spewing cum all over the inside of her rectum, the tightness of her anus milking my throbbing cock like a cow’s teat.
	I just kept repeating, "Oh my God, oh my God," as my cock spewed its’ load again and again, the cum blasting forth in pulsations that left me feeling like my dick was an exploding volcano.
	Gina’s anus held my dick in a vice-like grip until the tumescence subsided.  Then my flaccid cock slipped out of her thoroughly stretched asshole and I lay on my back, spent and happy.
	"Jake, I think I love you, boy," Gina said as she rolled over and lay beside me, her right hand stroking my forehead softly, lovingly.
	"Gina, I’ve always loved you, though I never dared to say so," I said and of course, it was true.
	We lay there beneath the summer moon and stars; the early morning breeze cooled our fevered skins.  Over the sounds of the highway, I could hear the sounds of a B minor 7th based riff seemingly wafting along on the same breeze; to this day, a blues riff in B minor causes my dick to spring into action.
	Gina spoke first, finally breaking through my trance-like state.
	"I think we should head back before someone wonders where we went; don’t you?"    
	"Sure, that sounds fine," I agreed, as I began to put my clothes on again.  
"So what happens next, then?"  I asked.
	"What do you want to happen, Jake?"  Gina asked with a smile.
	"I mean, is this it?  I know I’m too young for you, but I won’t always be too young..."
	"Who said you’re too young?  Did I say that?"
	"Well, no," I answered.
	"I just think we need to keep this on the down low for a while, my momma may freak out if I don’t handle things right."
	"Not to mention Larry," I added, seeing her point.
	"Yeah, there’s also Larry, though I don’t think he’ll care as long as we’re both happy.  Oh, and you are kinda’ young for me," she teased, kissing my cheek.  "I could go to jail for having sex with a minor."
	"I’d break you out," I said, grinning.
 	So we clothed ourselves, checked each other to see that we both looked as if nothing untoward had occurred and returned to the trailer.    Just as we walked up, Larry appeared on the porch and asked us, "Where you two been?  I came to look for you after I got back from the store."
	Gina replied, "We just went for a walk in the moonlight to catch a breeze, the porch was hot as hell."
	I thought to myself, Larry, if you only knew.  But for lack of a condom, I almost went around the world.

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