I was sixteen years old and in tenth grade at the time. I remember that year vividly, as it was the
most sexually enlightening year that I had experienced. There was an eleventh grader who sat in
front of me, who played the flute, (no shit!). He was funny, kind and always full of ideas. I
really liked him, even though he was a little reclusive, maybe even a little shy, or so I
thought. However, his shyness seemed to disappear when we were together, alone...
We went out on a few dates, on and off during the year. Then school let out in May. He lived in town and
one of those wonderful summer evenings he came over to my house and we ended up going off for a walk into
the woods behind my house...
We were walking down this trail, chattering, giggling and laughing when he suddenly stopped me and we started to
make out. Just kissing at first but then his hand made its way into my blouse and for about 10 minutes, we just
kissed, as he squeezed and teased my breasts through the soft lacy material...
Ever more passionately we kissed as I let my blouse be unbuttoned. He slid his hand up my back, unhooking my bra letting
lose my big, luscious, young, milky, white breasts. Pulling my blouse open he began suckling and biting on my nipples, sending
tingles of sinfully, sweet desire down into my lower pelvic region, then radiating deeper, all the way down to my
already moist, swollen, sensitive, soft pussy lips. I got so wet and horny while he did that, like he knew just
how and where to touch me...
At this point, my eyes were closed in pure bliss as he kissed my breasts. I barely even registered my skirt being
lifted or my soft, white, cotton panties being pulled down. He then literally ripped them off as I tried to step
back but he took a hold of my hips and firmly sat me down on the dew covered grass. He knelt down in front of
me, lightly pushing my legs apart. I felt his warm mouth gently breathe salaciously on my soft, sensitive,
swollen pussy lips. He parted my labia with his tongue and slid it back and forth over my clit. It was soon
joined by one of his eager, expert fingers, reaching deep inside my creamy, wet young pussy,
rapaciously. Turning pure ecstatic bliss into absolute, sheer, mind-blowing ecstasy! I moaned
loudly with lascivious, lusty pleasure, as my sweet, young, pussy juices, streamed lusciously down
my inner thighs and butt cheeks. That really turned him on! He moved his tongue in circles around my
swelling clit faster and faster. Then he jabbed the top of it with his tongue, causing me to cry out in
libidinous delight, as he alternated between deep strokes and light teasing ones, that left me gasping
breathlessly with carnal need and wanton desire...
Every muscle in my whole body tensed and I felt, no, thought, that I was going to pee, so I paused and went rigid. He
looked up at my face for a moment, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. He whispered soothingly for me to just relax. When
I did, I felt his tongue go crazy all over my wet, slippery, young pussy and swollen engorged clit. He thrust his fingers
back up inside me, finding my g-spot! He made me howl, literally, at the moon. As I suddenly gushed uncontrollably, a flood
of my sweet, young, female, ejaculate. My whole body shaking engulfed in waves of blissed out orgasmic fervor. Squirting
over his hands and flooding his mouth with my wondrously, unexpected, juicy, climax. It was the first time a guy had
gone down on me. It was the first time I'd squirted from the stimulation of a tongue and fingers. It left me
quivering, breathless, murmuring dreamily and wanting more!
He then shifted his body. Slowly running his tongue up the soft, smooth, skin of my stomach, rising toward my
aroused, pert nipples. He lingered there for a few moments and then looked up at me. He moved his
mouth over mine, our tongues met. His lips were so perfectly matched to mine. He bumped my nose
playfully, as his hand drifted lazily from breast to breast, nipple to nipple, back and forth. Sending
my body deeper into a highly, charged, erotic state. At that moment I thought I couldn't take anymore. But
then he shifted position. And he thrust his throbbing, stiff shaft, with slippery ease, hard and deep into me. I
let out a gasp, followed by an undistinguishable, eruption of sound, followed by a whimper and a muffled
sigh. My tongue searched for his, madly, as more of my cum squirted out of my quivering, tight, young
pussy, with blissful delight!
Still quivering and gasping breathlessly, my body flushed with the ecstatic thrill of spurting, squirting
orgasms. I rolled him onto his back. Straddling his still throbbing erection. I lowered my excited, wet, young
pussy down on his cock. Grinding my pelvis, hungrily up and down. As my lush, milky, white breasts, undulated seductively
in his face. He reached up and grabbed my swaying, ripe bosom, teasing my already, aroused areola and stiff, excited
nipples. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably as I rode him wildly. Our howls of pleasure surged, thrillingly
toward a climatic crescendo of shared heat and mutual lust. I felt him stiffen beneath me. His cock twitched
and throbbed wonderfully, deep inside me. Letting out a delirious groan of ecstasy. I knew his creamy load of
hot spunk was emptying intensely between my fully engorged, hot, orgasming, pussy!
Let me tell you. I had been with several boys and a few men, in the past but nothing felt better than that
night when he went down on me. Even today when I masturbate, I sometimes like to think about that, very
first, warm, wet, velvet tongue on my hot, throbbing clit...