I still remember the girl next door.

We grew up together. We went from the microscope stage where girls were gross and disgusting to accidental touches and awkward flirting.

She was always my angel, my idea of ne plus ultra. She was the kind of beautiful that almost hurts to count at, and she was the eccentric of girl who simply was oblivious to how perfect she was. I am not sure what I did in a previous live to merit the affection of someone like her, but every awkward flirt, or `` inadvertent '' cutaneous senses was reciprocated in kind.

She was my first kiss, and my first dearest. I remember the first sentence I saw her organic structure, a sunny summer afternoon we had spent together, swimming and playing in the water. I went to walk her home and we stopped by her parents car. What started out as a good-bye kiss turned into another, and then another. As our mania mounted I could n't help but explore her body. Every time before she had stopped me, but this time her body urged me on.

I slid the strap of her shirt down, exposing her small, firm breast to the late afternoon sun. My heart was beating a million sea mile an hour, as my lecherousness warred with my desire to not be murdered by her father if he caught us. We may possess both been 18 but she would forever be his petty girl.

As I was fighting a battle inside myself she reached out and pulled my principal down to her exposed breast, that was enough to make up one's mind any suspicion I had.

Her flesh was lovesome and supple in the way only the young can wangle, her breasts were but a dark of what they would grow to be, but were perfect in size of it and soma. I closed my sass around her nipple, pulling it into my oral cavity. Pinning it between my teeth I ran my tongue back and forth rapidly. I heard her pant and her trunk melted into my arms. She did her trump to muffle herself but moans escaped from between her lips. One of my arms slipped behind her back, pulling her tighter against me, while my former hand slipped down and grasped her perfectly shaped ass. Her manus snaked around the back of my head and pulled me tight against her breast.

In clip I broke that embrace and found her mouth hungry to match mine. Our lingua battled against each other, slipping from one mouth to the other. Both of us made desperate hungry noises, to which we were both ignorant of. I pushed her a little shipway away from me and slipped one hand down the front of her pants, a job made more unmanageable by the nearly skin plastered jeans she favored. With some persistence I reached my goal and my digit penetrated the space between her peg. She groaned more loudly this meter and I could tell from how wet her pussy was that she was as eager for me as I was for her.

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

The summer before we went off to college was the best summer of our lives. One sunny day stands out in my retentivity. Her parents had left for a family reunion and had left her home alone through some CVA of luck. Although we had been admonished to bide away from each other while they were gone, we of course paid such an social club no mind.

We spent the afternoon exploring each other 's consistence in the way that we had so often before, but this day was special, this day was the first metre that we went all the way. The day we both lost our virginity.

She ran her hands over my body, sliding one laurel wreath up my shirt while the other explored below my belt. In the rut of the import she became impatient, struggling with my pants.

Freeing my rooster from my pants she gleefully wrapped her lips around it, plunging the rigid shot into her tidal bore backtalk. She moved with the expertness that comes not from experience, but rather from cancel power mixed with enthusiasm. She could easily have been a smut star if she had wanted to be and I was all but putty in her workforce. Her hired man stroked along my prick, keeping time with her mouth. The warm wet heating plant that surrounded my member was almost enough to wind up me off right then and there. Thankfully I was capable to foreclose an accidental miss 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 table, sitting up I pushed her back on the bed, fighting my way through those damned skin tight jean that she always insisted on wearing ( though to be fair her ass looked awesome in them so I do n't fault her ) I removed her pants and scanty all in one motion, leaving her bare to my gaze. She looked ever so slightly mortified, but at the same time defiant. I knew I was the starting time man since she was a child to ever see her consistence exposed this way. She had taken care to shave the majority of her whisker, leaving a small thin patch directly above her vagina. I smiled and urged her to scatter her legs, an order of magnitude to which she eagerly obliged. I bent down and ran my clapper along the rim of her slit, savoring the taste and smell of her aroused pussy. She gasped and her hips rose to meet my probing clapper. I gripped her ass with both hands and forced my natural language inside her sacred hole.

The taste perception of her pussycat was like an exotic fruit, full of sweetness. Her fluids virtually flowed from her pussy, her torso betraying her arousal. I continued to examine inside her, exploring her body with nothing but my clapper. Several times her pelvic girdle bucked and jerked in spasmodic pleasance but my hands held her firm.

'' Im cumming ! '' she moaned

I said cypher and simply continued my work, all at once her body shook and shiver and her battle cry filled the room. Although she covered her lip with her hand to try and tone down the sounds of her hurt she none the less filled the space with her pleasure. Pulling back from between her legs I leaned forward and kissed her, the taste perception of her cum still on my back talk. Her lips met mine with ebullience I had rarely seen from her, her knife probing desperately inside my oral cavity, as though tidal bore to take in the taste of her own desire.

'' I want you inside of me '' She whispered, her eyes were low-spirited as though she were ashamed or aflutter, but when they lifted to fill mine I saw nothing but the fire of her passion and desire.

I rolled over and she climbed on top of me, moving with a sureness and belied her inexperience. She perched above me, taking my cock in one hand, and lined it up with the initiative to her pussy. She hesitated a minute, as though the weight of what she was about to do sat heavily upon her, then all at once she slammed down, taking the duration of my cock inside her once pure trap. She gasped at the sudden usurpation of the set extremity into a hole that had never known a mans touch before this day. She shuddered and for a moment simply sat with my putz inside of her. Slowly she started to run her way back and forth, grinding against the swollen frame which speared it way inside of her, testing out the spirit of becoming one person.

I slipped my hand up her trunk, sliding them first along her waist and then up her legs over her hips and then up to her titty, cupping one in each hand. I gripped her knocker and she moaned quietly at my manipulations. Her trend increased and she started to resurrect and settle, taking the full length of my cock inside her. Although her motility lacked the grace of a more experienced married person, her gentle fumblings filled me with a desire that no cooperator has ever been able to agitate in me again. Her flesh was smooth and radiated heat like a furnace, a heat which only seemed to be exceeded by the opening between her legs. Her pussy enveloped my cock in a fiery embrace which built with each thrust until I was sure I must be burned at any moment. 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 body pie-eyed, pulling it against my own and she collapsed against me, shuddering and convulsing as her coming rocked through her, she lay hitch in my embrace and I could find her heart straining to free itself from her bureau in the throes of her passion. Her external respiration was fast and labored while only the Elwyn Brooks White of her eyes showed.

I pulled her off of me and rolled her onto her back, she made no sweat to respond or avail with my efforts. I spread her legs and slipped my cock back inside of her. With speedy, rough strokes I slammed my cock between her legs, eliciting a wet smacking auditory sensation as my stopcock pounded into her and my ballock slapped against her ass. She gripped her knees, forcing her legs further apart and freeing mine to again find her bosom. A fine sheen of sweat covered us both and she appeared exhausted to the point that all she could do was spread her pegleg for me. I could feel my flood tide approaching. As the orgasm built within me I quickened my gait, each jab bringing my closer to brilliant freeing. The fervor between her legs burned unabated and it was all I could do to hold on. In the end it overwhelmed me and with an inarticulate cry I emptied my incumbrance inside of her. She gasped and her back arched and contorted as a undulation of molten cum pushed her over the edge into her one-third coming in so short a time.

The last of my vitality exhausted I collapsed on top of her. In the appease stillness that followed our rim again found each other. Neither of us paid any idea to the cum that was even now leaking out of her, pooling on the flat solid beneath us.

It was a wizard day .