I still remember the daughter next door.

We grew up together. We went from the stage where girls were 144 and disgusting to accidental touches and unenviable flirting.

She was always my angel, my idea of perfection. She was the form of beautiful that almost hurts to look at, and she was the type of girl who simply was unmindful to how perfect she was. I am not surely what I did in a previous live to deserve the affectionateness of someone like her, but every awkward prickteaser, or `` accidental '' touch was reciprocated in kind.

She was my first osculation, and my world-class love. I remember the first time I saw her body, a cheery summer afternoon we had spent together, swim and playing in the water. I went to walk her home plate and we stopped by her parents car. What started out as a good-bye kiss turned into another, and then another. As our passion mounted I could n't serve but explore her physical structure. Every fourth dimension before she had stopped me, but this time her body urged me on.

I slid the strap of her shirt down, exposing her belittled, firm titty to the late good afternoon sun. My heart was beating a million miles an hour, as my lust warred with my desire to not be murdered by her father if he caught us. We may have both been 18 but she would forever be his trivial girl.

As I was fighting a battle inside myself she reached out and pulled my pass down to her exposed boob, that was enough to decide any misgivings I had.

Her chassis was ardent and supple in the way only the Cy Young can manage, her breasts were but a shadower of what they would grow to be, but were perfect in size and shape. I closed my lips around her nipple, pulling it into my lip. Pinning it between my tooth I ran my glossa back and forth rapidly. I heard her pant and her body melted into my arms. She did her near to tone down herself but moans escaped from between her brim. One of my arms slipped behind her back, pulling her tighter against me, while my other bridge player slipped down and grasped her perfectly shaped ass. Her hands snaked around the dorsum of my head and pulled me rigorous against her breast.

In time I broke that embrace and found her sassing hungry to suffer mine. Our tongues battled against each other, slipping from one mouth to the other. Both of us made desperate thirsty haphazardness, to which we were both ignorant of. I pushed her a petty fashion away from me and slipped one hand down the front man of her pants, a project made more difficult by the nearly clamber tight blue jean she favored. With some persistence I reached my goal and my fingers penetrated the space between her stage. She groaned more loudly this time and I could distinguish from how wet her kitty-cat was that she was as aegir for me as I was for her.

There is no telling how far I would birth gotten that day if her mom had n't leaned out the front door of her star sign and yelled at her to get inside. Thankfully my life was spared by the old Buick that was parked in the private road, behind which we were sheltering, which shielded us from full view.

The summertime before we went off to college was the just summer of our lives. One sunny day stands out in my memory. Her parents had left for a fellowship reunification and had left her base alone through some cam stroke of luck. Although we had been admonished to stay away from each other while they were gone, we of course paid such an order no mind.

We spent the afternoon exploring each early 's organic structure in the way that we had so often before, but this day was special, this day was the inaugural time that we went all the way. The day we both lost our virginity.

She ran her hands over my dead body, sliding one medallion up my shirt while the other explored below my belt. In the heat energy of the second she became impatient, struggling with my pants.

Freeing my cock from my knickers she gleefully wrapped her lips around it, plunging the rigid quill into her eager back talk. She moved with the expertise that comes not from experience, but rather from lifelike ability mixed with enthusiasm. She could easily have been a erotica headliner if she had wanted to be and I was all but putty in her manpower. Her hand stroked along my stopcock, keeping prison term with her mouth. The warm wet heat that surrounded my phallus was almost enough to fetch up me off right wing then and there. Thankfully I was able to prevent an accidental dud that would have prematurely ended our fun. She smiled, well aware of the predicament that I was in.

I decided that it was time to turn the tables, sitting up I pushed her back on the bed, fighting my way through those damn skin tight jeans that she always insisted on eroding ( though to be honest her ass looked amazing in them so I do n't blame her ) I removed her knickers and scanty all in one motion, leaving her bare to my regard. She looked ever so slightly embarrassed, but at the Sami clock time defiant. I knew I was the first man since she was a child to ever see her body exposed this way. She had taken fear to shave the majority of her hair, leaving a small slenderize patch directly above her vagina. I smiled and urged her to spread her legs, an order to which she eagerly obliged. I bent down and ran my tongue along the lips of her slit, savoring the taste sensation and smell of her awaken kitty. She gasped and her hips rose to gather my probing tongue. I gripped her ass with both hands and forced my tongue inside her sacred hole.

The taste of her cunt was like an exotic fruit, full of sweetness. Her fluids virtually flowed from her kitty-cat, her organic structure betraying her arousal. I continued to probe inside her, exploring her body with nothing but my tongue. Several times her coxa bucked and jerked in spasmodic pleasure but my manpower held her firm.

'' Im cumming ! '' she moaned

I said nothing and simply continued my employment, all at once her body shook and shuddered and her cries filled the elbow room. Although she covered her mouth with her helping hand to try and muffle the sounds of her hurt she none the less filled the distance with her pleasure. Pulling back from between her legs I leaned forward and kissed her, the taste of her cum still on my lips. Her lips met mine with ebullience I had rarely seen from her, her tongue probing desperately inside my oral fissure, as though eager to take in the preference of her own desire.

'' I want you inside of me '' She whispered, her eyes were blue as though she were ashamed or nervous, but when they lifted to satisfy mine I saw zero but the fire of her passion and desire.

I rolled over and she climbed on top of me, moving with a self-confidence and belied her inexperience. She perched above me, taking my cock in one hired hand, and lined it up with the opening night to her pussy. She hesitated a mo, as though the weight of what she was about to do sat heavily upon her, then all at once she slammed down, taking the length of my cock inside her once pure hole. She gasped at the sudden intrusion of the rigid member into a hole that had never known a gentleman's gentleman soupcon before this day. She shuddered and for a moment simply sat with my cock inside of her. Slowly she started to work her way back and Forth, grinding against the swollen flesh which speared it way inside of her, testing out the intuitive feeling of becoming one person.

I slipped my script up her trunk, sliding them first along her waist and then up her wooden leg over her hips and then up to her breasts, cupping one in each helping hand. I gripped her breasts and she moaned quietly at my manipulations. Her social movement increased and she started to rise and fall, taking the good length of my cock inside her. Although her movements lacked the grace of a more experienced partner, her gruntle fumblings filled me with a desire that no partner has ever been able-bodied to rouse in me again. Her flesh was smooth and radiated heat like a furnace, a heat which only seemed to be exceeded by the first step between her legs. Her kitty enveloped my cock in a fiery embrace which built with each poke until I was sure I must be burned at any import. I could feel the moisture which I had earlier tasted dripping down my cock.

'' oh god ! I am cumming again ! '' she cried

I gripped her trunk tight, pulling it against my own and she collapsed against me, shuddering and convulsing as her orgasm rocked through her, she lay limp in my embrace and I could find her heart straining to free itself from her chest in the throes of her passion. Her breathing was fast and labored while only the Patrick White of her optic showed.

I pulled her off of me and rolled her onto her back, she made no travail to respond or help with my drive. I spread her legs and slipped my turncock back inside of her. With speedy, gravelly strokes I slammed my cock between her ramification, eliciting a wet smacking strait as my cock pounded into her and my balls slapped against her ass. She gripped her human knee, forcing her ramification further apart and freeing mine to again find her boob. A all right sheen of sweat covered us both and she appeared exhausted to the point that all she could do was diffuse her legs for me. I could feel my flood tide approaching. As the orgasm built within me I quickened my rate, each thrust bringing my closer to glorious liberation. The fire between her branch burned unabated and it was all I could do to reserve on. In the end it overwhelmed me and with an inarticulate cry I emptied my lading inside of her. She gasped and her back arched and contorted as a wave of molten cum pushed her over the edge into her third gear coming in so shortsighted a time.

The last of my Department of Energy exhausted I collapsed on top of her. In the gentle stillness that followed our brim again found each other. Neither of us paid any mind to the cum that was even now leaking out of her, pooling on the canvas beneath us.

It was a magical day .