When my mom told my dad that she had made reservations to go to Myrtle Beach
the second week in June, I was happy. I love Myrtle Beach. After I went to
bed I began thinking that Myrtle Beach would be the perfect place to get rid
of the most useless thing I had - my cherry.

I had been trying to get rid of it for at least 6 months. Four boys had
gotten enough nerve to play with my tits, two had even gotten enough nerve
to touch my panties - but none of them got enough nerve to fuck me.

When I had not scored all week, on Thursday at dusk, I saw a guy sitting on
the steps looking over the strand and ocean. I went and sat beside him; he
put his right arm around me, and I moved closer. I touched his chin and
kissed him, long and deep. He felt of my tits and then moved his hand up my
leg and into my bikini. I felt of his cock. We had not said a word until I
asked him if he was going to "do me." He went to his car and got a towel,
came back and we walked to a sand dune. We stripped and I got on top so that
his beautiful dick touched my cunt hole. As the red head slipped into me, I
felt a moment of pain which immediately went away. He directed me to move my
hips up and down his beautiful dick.

He shot his load on me, and let me lick his dick clean. I ha never enjoyed
anything as much as that. He was real nice to me, I asked him if he was
going to be there the the next day, and he said he would try. He lent me his
handkerchief to clean my pussy of any blood; I had him pack it in my cunt so
I wouldn't drip pussy juice.

We talked for about fifteen minutes, and he left. I was never so happy in my
life. I really love him for what he did for me. He did come back the next
afternoon and told me he had a friend and gave me an oportunity to screw
him. Wasn't that nice of him. I ended up screwing both of the guys and loved
every minute.

I told my best friend what I did, and she is jealous. Unfortunately, I
haven't had many opportunities to fuck since I got home, but I hope somebody
will ask me or put the make on me.