I still remember the girl next door.

We grew up together. We went from the stagecoach where daughter were gross and disgusting to accidental cutaneous senses and awkward flirting.

She was always my saint, my idea of perfection. She was the sort of beautiful that almost hurts to look at, and she was the type of girl who simply was oblivious to how perfect she was. I am not for certain 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 base kiss, and my first sexual love. I remember the number one time I saw her body, a sunny summer afternoon we had spent together, swimming and playing in the piddle. I went to walk her home and we stopped by her parents car. What started out as a adieu kiss turned into another, and then another. As our passion mounted I could n't serve but explore her consistency. Every time before she had stopped me, but this fourth dimension her body urged me on.

I slid the strap of her shirt down, exposing her pocket-sized, firm titty to the late good afternoon sun. My heart was beating a million miles an time of day, 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 fiddling girl.

As I was fighting a engagement inside myself she reached out and pulled my head down to her exposed white meat, that was enough to adjudicate any suspicion I had.

Her shape was warm and supple in the way only the young can manage, her chest were but a phantom of what they would turn to be, but were utter in size and conformation. I closed my backtalk around her nipple, pulling it into my sassing. Pinning it between my teeth I ran my tongue back and forth rapidly. I heard her gasp and her consistency melted into my arm. She did her outdo to smother herself but moans escaped from between her back talk. One of my arms slipped behind her back, pulling her tighter against me, while my other hand slipped down and grasped her perfectly shaped ass. Her hands snaked around the cover of my head and pulled me smashed against her breast.

In clip I broke that embrace and found her sass thirsty to assemble mine. Our tongue battled against each other, slipping from one mouth to the other. Both of us made desperate hungry noise, to which we were both ignorant of. I pushed her a slight ways away from me and slipped one deal down the front of her gasp, a undertaking made more difficult by the nearly skin tight jeans she favored. With some doggedness I reached my goal and my fingers penetrated the space between her legs. 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 have gotten that day if her mom had n't leaned out the front door of her business firm and yelled at her to get inside. Thankfully my life history was spared by the old Buick that was parked in the driveway, behind which we were sheltering, which shielded us from good view.

The summer before we went off to college was the considerably summer of our lives. One sunny day stands out in my memory. Her parents had left for a household reunion and had left her dwelling alone through some virgule 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 former 's consistence in the way that we had so often before, but this day was peculiar, this day was the commencement time 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 knock. In the heat of the moment she became impatient, struggling with my pants.

Freeing my cock from my knickers she gleefully wrapped her lips around it, plunging the rigid shaft into her eager mouth. She moved with the expertise that comes not from experience, but rather from lifelike ability mixed with enthusiasm. She could easily have been a pornography star if she had wanted to be and I was all but putty in her hands. Her helping hand stroked along my prick, keeping time with her mouth. The warm wet hotness that surrounded my penis was almost enough to stop me off right 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 plight that I was in.

I decided that it was time to turn the mesa, sitting up I pushed her back on the bed, fighting my way through those tinker's damn pelt tight jeans that she always insisted on wearing ( though to be fair her ass looked awing in them so I do n't pick her ) I removed her pants and panties all in one gesture, leaving her bare to my gaze. She looked ever so slightly obstruct, but at the same prison term defiant. I knew I was the first man since she was a tike to ever see her organic structure exposed this way. She had taken attention to trim the majority of her hair, leaving a minor thin patch directly above her vagina. I smiled and urged her to spread out her legs, an order to which she eagerly obliged. I bent down and ran my tongue along the lips of her slit, savoring the mouthful and smell of her elicit pussy. She gasped and her hips rose to meet my probing tongue. I gripped her ass with both paw and forced my lingua inside her sacred hole.

The discernment of her pussy was like an exotic fruit, wide-cut of sweetness. Her fluids virtually flowed from her puss, her torso betraying her arousal. I continued to examine inside her, exploring her physical structure with zilch but my glossa. various clock time her hips bucked and jerked in spasmodic delight but my workforce held her firm.

'' Im cumming ! '' she moaned

I said nothing and simply continued my employment, all at once her consistence shook and thrill and her cries filled the way. Although she covered her oral fissure with her hand to try and muffle the auditory sensation of her suffering she none the less filled the space with her delight. Pulling back from between her legs I leaned forward and kissed her, the taste of her cum still on my sassing. Her lips met mine with enthusiasm I had rarely seen from her, her tongue probing desperately inside my mouth, as though aegir to adopt in the taste of her own desire.

'' I want you inside of me '' She whispered, her eyes were downcast as though she were ashamed or nervous, but when they lifted to run across mine I saw zilch 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 hand, and lined it up with the opening to her pussy. She hesitated a bit, 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 peter inside her once virtuous pickle. She gasped at the sudden intrusion of the strict member into a gob that had never known a mans tinct before this day. She shuddered and for a moment simply sat with my cock inside of her. Slowly she started to act her way back and forth, grinding against the swollen figure which speared it way inside of her, testing out the feeling of becoming one person.

I slipped my bridge player up her eubstance, sliding them first along her shank and then up her legs over her rose hip and then up to her tit, cupping one in each hand. I gripped her tit and she moaned quietly at my manipulations. Her movements increased and she started to rise and diminish, taking the full distance of my cock inside her. Although her movements lacked the grace of a more experient mate, her gentle fumblings filled me with a desire that no partner has ever been able to awaken in me again. Her figure was smooth and radiated oestrus like a furnace, a oestrus which only seemed to be exceeded by the opening between her legs. Her pussy enveloped my cock in a fiery embracement which built with each push until I was indisputable I must be burned at any minute. I could feel the wet which I had earlier tasted dripping down my cock.

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

I gripped her body tight, pulling it against my own and she collapsed against me, shuddering and convulsing as her orgasm rocked through her, she lay hobble in my bosom and I could palpate her heart straining to free itself from her chest in the throe of her rage. Her breathing was fast and labored while only the whites of her optic showed.

I pulled her off of me and rolled her onto her back, she made no effort to respond or aid with my cause. I spread her legs and slipped my dick back inside of her. With rapid, rough strokes I slammed my cock between her legs, eliciting a wet smacking audio as my pecker pounded into her and my balls slapped against her ass. She gripped her articulatio genus, forcing her stage further apart and freeing mine to again find her breasts. A hunky-dory shininess of sweat covered us both and she appeared exhausted to the point that all she could do was spread her stage for me. I could palpate my climax approaching. As the coming built within me I quickened my pace, each drive bringing my closer to brilliant release. The ardour between her legs burned unabated and it was all I could do to give on. In the end it overwhelmed me and with an inarticulate cry I emptied my load inside of her. She gasped and her back arched and contorted as a wave of molten cum pushed her over the bound into her third orgasm in so curt a time.

The finale of my vigor exhausted I collapsed on top of her. In the appease stillness that followed our lips again found each early. Neither of us paid any mind to the cum that was even now leaking out of her, pooling on the sheets beneath us.

It was a magical day .