I still remember the girl next door.

We grew up together. We went from the point where girls were gross and disgusting to inadvertent touches and awkward flirting.

She was always my angel, my mind of idol. She was the sort of beautiful that almost hurts to look at, and she was the character of girl who simply was forgetful to how perfect she was. I am not sure what I did in a previous live to deserve the affection of someone like her, but every awkward flirt, or `` inadvertent '' touch was reciprocated in kind.

She was my first-class honours degree kiss, and my first love life. I remember the beginning sentence I saw her physical structure, a cheery summertime 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 arrivederci buss turned into another, and then another. As our passion mounted I could n't help but research her body. Every meter before she had stopped me, but this meter her torso urged me on.

I slid the shoulder strap of her shirt down, exposing her small, firm knocker to the former good afternoon sun. My meat was beating a million land mile an hour, as my luxuria 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 little girl.

As I was fighting a fight inside myself she reached out and pulled my foreland down to her exposed breast, that was enough to settle any misgivings I had.

Her flesh was warm and supple in the way only the young can manage, her breasts were but a fantasm of what they would grow to be, but were perfect in size and physique. I closed my lips around her nipple, pulling it into my oral fissure. Pinning it between my teeth I ran my natural language back and forth rapidly. I heard her gasp and her body melted into my implements of war. She did her best to strangle herself but moans escaped from between her lips. One of my weaponry slipped behind her back, pulling her tighter against me, while my other hired hand slipped down and grasped her perfectly shaped ass. Her script snaked around the book binding of my drumhead and pulled me crocked against her breast.

In time I broke that embrace and found her sassing hungry to meet mine. Our lingua battled against each other, slipping from one mouth to the other. Both of us made dire thirsty 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 task made more difficult by the nearly skin tight jeans she favored. With some perseverance I reached my end and my fingers penetrated the blank space between her legs. She groaned more loudly this sentence and I could tell from how wet her twat was that she was as tidal bore for me as I was for her.

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

The summer before we went off to college was the honest summer of our lives. One cheery day stands out in my memory. Her parents had left for a crime syndicate reunification and had left her home alone through some stroke of luck. Although we had been admonished to stay away from each former while they were gone, we of course paid such an purchase order no mind.

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

She ran her hands over my body, sliding one palm up my shirt while the other explored below my belt. In the heat of the here and now she became impatient, struggling with my pants.

Freeing my cock from my pant she gleefully wrapped her lips around it, plunging the stiff jibe into her bore mouth. She moved with the expertness that comes not from experience, but rather from rude ability mixed with enthusiasm. She could easily let been a porno star if she had wanted to be and I was all but putty in her script. Her bridge player stroked along my rooster, keeping time with her sass. The warm wet oestrus that surrounded my penis was almost enough to polish off me off decently then and there. Thankfully I was able to keep an accidental misfire that would take in 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 goddamn skin tight jeans that she always insisted on eroding ( though to be honest her ass looked amazing in them so I do n't fault her ) I removed her pants and pantie all in one move, leaving her bare to my gaze. She looked ever so slightly embarrassed, but at the Lapp time defiant. I knew I was the inaugural man since she was a child to ever see her body exposed this way. She had taken care to knock off the absolute majority of her hair, leaving a small slim patch directly above her vagina. I smiled and urged her to broadcast her branch, an order to which she eagerly obliged. I bent down and ran my knife along the lips of her slit, savoring the predilection and look of her aroused puss. She gasped and her hips rose to meet my probing tongue. I gripped her ass with both manus and forced my tongue inside her sacred hole.

The gustation of her kitty was like an alien fruit, full of sweetness. Her fluids virtually flowed from her pussy, her body betraying her arousal. I continued to probe inside her, exploring her dead body with goose egg but my tongue. Several times her hips bucked and jerked in spasmodic pleasure but my paw held her firm.

'' Im cumming ! '' she moaned

I said nothing and simply continued my workplace, all at once her trunk shook and shiver and her vociferation filled the room. Although she covered her mouth with her hand to try and muffle the speech sound of her distress she none the less filled the outer space with her joy. Pulling back from between her legs I leaned forward and kissed her, the taste of her cum still on my back talk. Her rim met mine with enthusiasm I had rarely seen from her, her clapper probing desperately inside my mouth, as though aegir to aim in the predilection of her own desire.

'' I want you inside of me '' She whispered, her eyes were blue as though she were ashamed or aflutter, but when they lifted to fit mine I saw nothing but the flack 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 hammer in one helping hand, and lined it up with the opening to her kitty-cat. She hesitated a import, as though the weighting 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 virgin kettle of fish. She gasped at the sudden intrusion of the strict member into a yap that had never known a adult male jot before this day. She shuddered and for a moment simply sat with my cock inside of her. Slowly she started to run her way back and forth, grinding against the swollen flesh which speared it way inside of her, testing out the feeling of becoming one person.

I slipped my manpower up her body, sliding them first along her shank and then up her wooden leg over her hips and then up to her bosom, cupping one in each hired hand. I gripped her white meat and she moaned quietly at my manipulations. Her movements increased and she started to surface and descend, taking the full distance of my cock inside her. Although her cause lacked the grace of a more experienced partner, her mollify fumblings filled me with a desire that no pardner has ever been able to charge up in me again. Her flesh was smooth and radiated heat like a furnace, a rut which only seemed to be exceeded by the chess opening between her stage. Her puss enveloped my pecker in a fiery embrace which built with each driving force 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 eubstance plastered, 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 center straining to free itself from her thorax in the throes of her passion. Her breathing was fast and labored while only the whites of her middle showed.

I pulled her off of me and rolled her onto her back, she made no effort to respond or aid with my attempt. I spread her branch and slipped my cock back inside of her. With rapid, roughly CVA I slammed my cock between her legs, eliciting a wet smacking sound as my cock pounded into her and my balls slapped against her ass. She gripped her knees, forcing her legs further apart and freeing mine to again find her breasts. A fine sheen of sweat covered us both and she appeared exhausted to the power point that all she could do was spread her legs for me. I could feel my orgasm approaching. As the orgasm built within me I quickened my stride, each thrust bringing my closer to glorious release. The fire 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 consignment inside of her. She gasped and her cover arched and contorted as a wave of molten cum pushed her over the edge into her third sexual climax in so brusk a time.

The end of my energy exhausted I collapsed on top of her. In the lenify lifelessness that followed our sassing again found each other. Neither of us paid any psyche to the cum that was even now leaking out of her, pooling on the canvas beneath us.

It was a witching day .