I kissed her patch and the crease where thighs meet belly. Soft, sweet, and now my head is spinning with her aroma and my passion. I moved her legs up to my shoulders draping them across my back. With ragged breathing I lowered my mouth to her flower and began to drink her liquid as if I was dying of thirst. She squealed louder now, pulled my hair harder, and began thrusting her hips up to meet my lips and tongue. The most passionate of kisses was what she desired and I gave her what she wanted along with licks and gentle sucking of her clit. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy, fucking her like I would later using my dick. Her thrusts became harder and faster, as did her breathing. Then it happened. Her grasp of my hair stiffened, her thighs pressed hard against my face, her hips froze, and she held her breath. With an animalistic sound she came. Her juices flowed into my waiting mouth and I drank it all, the sweetest nectar in the world. She came with a violence I hadn’t expected, but for her it must have been a release that had been building for weeks or months.
Slowly her grasp of my hair lessened and she began to relax. I kept my lips tight against her pussy, my tongue moving up and down. Each time I touched her clit she gave a little shudder. She began to run her fingers through my hair and purr. She was contented for now. As her breathing returned to normal I moved up her body and kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth so she could taste her own juice. Looking into her eyes I saw that they were dilated and glazed over. I kissed her eyes and turned us both onto our sides. Again, we melted into each other.
Her breathing now slowed; I explored her body with my hand. A light sheen of perspiration covered her. I blew gently on her skin, which made goose bumps rise and her shiver. Her nipples were still erect and begging to be touched. Instead, I licked them and blew my hot breath on them. Again she shivered, but know she pulled my head to her breast. I suckled as a newborn would; delighted that I had found something she very much enjoyed. Her hips began to move again, tightly pressing my swollen cock between us. She looked into my eyes and rolled us over until I was on my back.
She was a light as a feather. As she continued to rotate her hips, I was beginning to fear that I would cum. I placed my hands on her tiny, tight ass and stopped her. She responded with a sound of protest, but became still. Then she pulled her knees up and proceeded to sit on my thighs. She raised her arms over her head in a stretch and I gazed at her body in amazement. The moon light made her skin glow a bright white, her perfect 34B breast were tipped by eraser-sized nipples which responded to my lightest touch, and her eyes were fixed on my cock which was fully exposed to her vision for the first time. Slowly she reached down and touched the tip of my cock and I flinched. She looked at me with a smile, like she had just found her favorite toy. I looked down as she began to slowly stroke me. I couldn’t take much more of that and I told her that if she didn’t stop that I would cum. Her stroking continued and I surrendered to her. It didn’t take but a few more strokes before I felt my cum boiling up in my loins. With a shudder and a gasp I shot a load that reached its apogee near her breast and fell back to my stomach. Three more times my cum exploded from me and fell back to create a small puddle on my stomach. I could see in her eyes amazement and thrill at the same time. I placed my hand over her’s to slow her down and finally stop. Some of my cum covered her fingers. She played with it for a few seconds and then began to play with the puddle. Her fingers drew circles and odd designs, leaving a path wherever they went. She scooped some onto her fingers and rubbed it into her nipples; both of her hands now playing with the warm, slippery substance. With her right hand she reached down and took a little cum on the end of her index finger and raised it to her mouth. Her tongue slipped out and slowly licked it from her fingertip. I watched for an expression. With her eyes closed, she moaned and licked her lips. I pulled her down and kissed her, running my tongue across her lips and into her mouth. We tasted like each other and the flavor was intoxicating.
We stayed in this position for a while, kissing, licking, and stroking each other’s hair, enjoying every intimate second. I couldn’t get enough of her. My hands traveled over every inch of her body that they could reach, lightly here, a little harder there, fingers probing every opening. Once again she began the now familiar rotation of her hips and my cock began to spring back into life. She purred when she felt it begin to poke her in the belly and increased the motion of her hips. For my part, I grabbed her ass with both hands and began to thrust upwards. This wasn’t having the desired effect I was hoping for so I reached between us and pushed my cock down until it was between her legs. She froze and squeezed her slender thighs tightly together. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her smoothly shaved pussy, but I wanted more. I wanted my cock buried in her. As I kissed her I rolled us over and now I was on top.
I supported myself on my elbows; she parted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, interlocking her toes, offering me her very center, giving me the gift of her virginity. Our eyes locked as I began to slowly, lovingly enter her. She was very wet, but very tight so I stopped constantly to let her adjust to the fit. Her eyes would flutter as each inch entered and I could see the excitement mixed with fear on her face. I felt my cock break through her hymen and felt her flinch. I kissed her gently and whispering asked her if she was OK. She nodded yes and I slid in all the way whereupon she let out a little squeal. I was in something magical; tight yet flexible, wet yet slippery, warm but actually hot. I waited for a few seconds and then slowly withdrew about halfway, paused and then entered fully again, my balls resting against the cheeks of her ass. She placed her hands on my ass and pulled me tighter into her. Thus began the a slow repeat of in and out, my cock sliding effortlessly in a steady rhythm, her hands clutching my ass tighter, and her pelvis rising up to meet my every thrust. The sounds of lovemaking filled the room, rapid breathing, moans, squeals, and balls slapping on ass. We continued like this until I could feel my cum beginning to boil and I told her to cum with me. She increased her tempo and her fingernails, although short, began to dig into my ass. Gasping, she began that low growl that told me her orgasm was building. I moved into her now as rapidly as I could so we could reach the ultimate moment of intimacy, which is coming together. In a final gasp, growl and shudder she began, as did I. Locked in a primitive embrace, frozen in position, every muscle tight, we came in unison. My grunts almost drown out her growl as I pumped my cum deep into her pussy. I thought my orgasm would go on forever. Her orgasm continue beyond mine and left her exhausted, limp, and in a heavy dew of perspiration.
I remained inside her until I was soft. I held her as close to me as I could; our arms wound tightly around each other. I kissed her entire face, licked her ears, and nuzzled her neck until my cock slid from her. I rolled off her and lay on my back next to her, holding her hand, raising it to my lips and kissing it. We faced each other from this position. Our eyes locked. I asked her if she was all right. She answered by kissing me and saying. “Perfectly.” She was now a woman, a woman who had experienced lovemaking, not teenage sex. She was a woman whose bed I would share time and again, and she mine.
We lay side-by-side until the false dawn announced that I should leave. She turned on her right side and watched me as I got dressed. I pulled the sheet up to her neck and kissed her goodbye. Back out the window I went. As I pulled the window down I gazed at her one more time, a beautiful princess, her red hair on the pillow, her skin glowing, and a smile on her face. I smiled at her and departed, past the oak tree and down the street to my car. My legs were trembling from exhaustion. I had a smile on my face. I knew in my mind that one day it would end. That we would never marry. After all, I was her teacher and she was my student. She had wanted to experience true lovemaking, to learn the art of lovemaking from someone that knew all that she didn’t. I taught her all that I knew from the basics to the most advanced sexual techniques. As I taught her how a man should please her, I also taught her how she should please a man, that between lovers nothing is taboo.
What has delighted me to this day is the orgasm we shared that first time, her first time. It continues and goes on forever in my memory. And every time I think of that night I smile. And those around me wonder what I’ve been up to.
