I had had sex with two other girls and more than once each, but the girls' near-virgin shyness and the awkward situations had made it more a physical experience than a visual one. Vicky's tits were small but perfect – Danny rubbed one and then the other. Her waist was narrow and her belly flat. Her pubic hair formed a beautiful black triangle and added to the mystery between her slightly parted legs. She let me lay my hand flat against her sex and moaned softly as my fingers parted the lips. My rubbing and playing there got her whole body trembling and then bucking. Al, who was leering as this all went down, croaked, “Put your fingers in. Put your fingers in.” Vicky dropped one foot to the car’s floor and let me push a finger and then two into her vagina. It was so hot and wet in there and I could feel a lump near the opening that seemed to excite her even more. It was so amazing. It was at that moment that a very agitated Vicky rolled on her side and started to grope for Danny's fly. She wasn't having much success so I watched as Danny pulled out his own cock and Vicky wrapped her mouth around it! Now she had one knee up and I was still watching my fingers slide in and out of her love hole as her muffled moans grew more intense. I pumped her harder and harder as her bobbing head and slurping mouth made a stronger and stronger attack on Danny’s organ. Finally, Danny started moaning and soon his cum was leaking out of her lips around his cock. When she was sure he was satisfied, she let go, swallowed and sat up on my legs. Her arm wiped off her face and she started pulling amateur my fly down. She uttered one word, "Protection." I wriggled my wallet out of my back pocket and retrieved the two condoms I kept there. I tore one off and started to rip it open but she grabbed it and tore it out herself. As she unrolled the condom over my cock, she said, "I hope you boys up front are ready." I realized we had been parked behind a barn at the Nathan farm for some time. "Oh, yes," came the laugh filled reply. I slid down a bit in the seat and Vicky moved over me and held my cock at her opening. She used it to tease herself and me as she rubbed in back and forth between her lips. Then it was under her opening and she slid down over it as I bucked to push it up as far into the heat of her body as I could. She was so beautiful. Her jet-black hair, her green eyes, her bobbing tits. She seemed to know I wanted to see because she leaned back against the front seat as far as she could. I watched my cock disappear repeatedly into her black bushy sex as I held my hands on her waist. Finally it was my turn to moan and over several strokes, my condom filled almost to overflowing. As we got out of the car I slid off my condom and threw it in the dirt. In the interest of privacy, I buried it with my foot. Al already had his condom on when Vicky pulled him out of the front seat and around the car to the side next to the barn. I guess she had a modicum of shyness after all. She knelt in some grass and gave him a few moments of oral sex and then stood with her hands against the fender. We all watched in wonder as she arched her indian back and pushed out her rear so all could see her glistening wet pubic hair. Al had to kneel awkwardly because Vicky was so short, but he knew what to do as he pushed his cock inside her and grabbed her tits. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I was getting hard again. I'd swear it took him 10 minutes to cum and I watched her climax twice. “Well, as long as you promise to put it back.” uh . . . Luther came in the kitchen he was clean he really looked good, so she told him so. I could feel it in the passion of our kiss. I was just teasing, trying to get a rise out of Julia, but by the aghast look that paled her apple cheeks, I realized I’d accidentally struck gold. Ok let's do it. It felt like a longer wait than it was. She had a towel tucked under her arm that Isabella indian took and laid on the coffee table so Wanda could set the hot pot down without damaging the table. And I made sure to keep it that way too, because I didn't want Sally squandering away our fortune on over-priced clothing, and designer shoes and purses, and other lavish stuff like that. The very idea excited her so much her breathing picked up to an almost rapid pace. I scanned through them, recognizing about half of them. Up the stairs of her castle, the Dark Queen labored, her bloody knees and hands leaving prints in her wake. Naked. Shame enveloping Hermione completely, she reluctantly complies with the order. She rose from the table. I had been with virgins before, but never one that had still amateur had their cherry.