I giggled and said, “I think you’re right. It was the perfect word for what I wanted to say. Mom would wash my mouth out with soap if she heard me say that. John, can we do that a lot now? Can we do it all the time?”
“I’d like to make love to you a lot, but I can’t just do it continually.”
“Why not? I’d like you to do it to me again right now. I’m kind of sore, though, and it would probably hurt.”
“Sweetheart, a penis just doesn’t work that way. It takes time to recover. Besides, if we tried to do it too often, we would both be so sore we wouldn’t be able to do it for a long time. I’m rubbed a little raw, myself. Your little pussy is so tight that there’s a lot of friction. Wonderful friction. How about at least once a day and twice on Sundays?”
I giggled, “That would be okay, I guess. Especially since tomorrow’s Sunday. You said “at least once a day.” I hope that means there’s no upper limit on how many times we can do it. John, did I do the right things when …. I mean … Well, was I … good for you? It seemed like you did all the work.”
“Baby, your little pussy was wonderful. It was like hot velvet. You are a wonderfully beautiful and sexual woman. We’re going to make love a lot in the days to come.”
” I’m different inside now, though. I mean I’m really big. You made a huge change in there. I hope I’m not going to stay like that. I put my finger in there and hardly touched the sides.”
“I’m sure you’ll be as good as new in the morning. Minus a little thing that isn’t there anymore.”
“Yeah,” I giggled, “my cherry. I hope I’m not too sore to do it tomorrow. John, Lover, my first time, our first time was perfect. It only hurt for a moment, I had a wonderful climax, and I got to feel you come inside me. It was perfect, wonderful, and I’ll never forget it. Thank you for being such a wonderful lover and teacher.”
John whispered, “Sweetie, I don’t think you should thank me for that. Besides, I might be a lousy lover, and you just don’t have anything to compare me to. Anyway, how could I be less than wonderful when I made love to you. You are the sweetest, warmest, prettiest, and most enthusiastic little bundle of love that I’ve ever encountered.”
I asked if we could sleep naked together, and he said that sounded like a good idea. We had a long, lovely kiss and exchanged “I love yous” and “goodnights.” He had me turn on my side and we were like spoons, his warm breath on my neck.
I decided I was going to stay awake and go over all the marvelous experiences I’d had on that wonderful day, the biggest day in my whole life. I don’t think I got past remembering breakfast.
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Part 2 – JOHN
I took Diane out to breakfast that morning, and as usual she ate everything in sight. I then placed her in the care of a female friend who ran a beauty salon. While I did my usual Saturday morning thing of skeet shooting, my little sweetheart was getting hairstyled. I’ve always preferred women with short hair, and little blondie was much too beautiful to wear that juvenile ponytail. My friend then took her to several dress shops, and when I finally picked Diane up, she had a new wardrobe to go with her hairstyle. I felt my money was well spent on making my little beauty look like the woman she was becoming.
I took her to a nice restaurant that evening, and she enjoyed wearing her new evening dress and high heeled shoes almost as much as she did the prime rib. It was a delight to me to enjoy the pleasure she got from simple things like new clothes and great food.
We had taken a taxi to the restaurant, and we snuggled in the back seat on the way home. In the two previous evenings, we had done everything sexual except for actual intercourse, and it seemed that she was getting anxious to try that. She asked me if we were going to “pop my cherry” when we got home.
I wasn’t prepared for that, and I’m afraid I laughed. I thought that expression wasn’t used anymore, but apparently I was wrong. My laughter embarrassed Diane, but I apologized by kissing her, and that seemed to make everything okay. I told her that we would just see what happened, but I was determined to relieve her of that little membrane that night. My dick was quivering with anticipation.
Diane regular and frequent kissing, and there was a lot of that as soon as I got her home. Her new evening dress left her shoulders bare, and I delighted in kissing her smooth, warm skin as I stood behind her. She liked that alomst as much as I did.
When I invited her to share a bubble bath with me, she was very enthusiastic. I had introduced her last night to the pleasures of bathing together, and she had loved it. Diane particularly liked the part where she had gotten her little pussy kissed and had two lovely orgasms.
Before she joined me in the tub, she removed the gauzy nightie she loved so much. I asked her to stand there a moment so I could admire her. She blushed but did as I asked. I never tired of looking at that lovely little body. Slender, sleek, firm, and perfect. When she took that long step down into the bathtub, I was treated to a nice view of her smooth little pussy. I had some definite plans for the very near future involving that delicious part of her.
We got our arms and legs around each other in the warm water, and she was as delightful to hold as she was to look at. I had a rampaging erection, and she quickly found it. She slid her cool hand up and down it several times, and I had to make her stop before I lost control. The little tease loved her newfound ability to give a me a hardon, and she took advantage of every opportunity to do so.
After a little soaking and petting, I had her sit on the shelf next to the tub. With my head between her parted knees, I had a perfect view of smooth thighs and what had to be the most beautiful pussy in the world. There really wasn’t any hair except for a little patch of silky fluff up on her prominent mound. Other than that, Diane was completely and wonderfully smooth. With her new haircut, she had no hair below the neck. Her outer lips were closed, hiding the delicate pink inner lips, but her clitoris was so large that the top of her cleft couldn’t completely hide it.
After a few kisses on her silky thighs, I slid the tip of my tongue between her outer lips. I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from Diane. By the time I’d parted her pink inner lips, she was humming continuously. I was learning that Diane was very vocal with her sexual pleasures, and I loved that.
I used the tip of my tongue to verify that her delicate little hymen was still there, and my erection became almost painful at the thought of entering that warm vagina.
When I found her clitoris with my tongue, there were two reactions: She started humming louder and used her fingers in my hair to hold my mouth just where she wanted. Diane had only recently learned about having her pussy kissed, but she had very definite preferences about how she wanted it done. I delighted in pleasing her, but I usually teased her a little before letting her have an orgasm.
This time there was no teasing, though. She muttered, “Oh, Lover, don’t make me wait. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Lick my button, John. Make me come.”
I was anxious to please her, so I immediately started licking the length of her erect clitoris. From where it started at the top of her cleft, down the firm shaft, to the prominent head. Her button became so large when she got excited that the protective hood was too small to cover the head and much of the shaft. When I pushed the hood back with my tongue, almost the entire clitoris was exposed and accessible.
There was little teasing, but I managed to slow my licking when she came to the brink of orgasm. She pulled my hair and told me that I was driving her crazy, but I knew she was loving it. I must have delayed her orgasm for all of a minute.
When it became apparent that there was no way of holding her climax off any longer, I sucked that big beautiful button between my lips. I started swirling my tongue around the head and along the shaft. After only a few seconds of this, my little sweetie let out a lovely squeal, yanked my hair, and started to come.
It was only the fourth orgasm Diane ever had, and it was by far the biggest. She bucked her hips so much that her pubic mound hit me in the nose and I had to find my place again. She never missed a beat, though. I licked and sucked, and she came, and came, and came.
Diane’s finally reached the point where she just couldn’t come any longer at about the time I thought my tongue was going to give out. After some postorgasmic licking to prolong her pleasure, I let her come down from her climax.
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