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Diane & John Ch. 01

By: MathGirl



This is the first in a series of "Diane and John" stories.  They are about a girl's introduction to love and sexuality by an older man.  "Part 1 - Diane" is her version of the story.  "Part 2 - John" is the same story from his perspective.  Diane and John hope you enjoy both versions. 

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Part 1 - DIANE

School was so incredibly boring that day.  I had gotten my first kiss the night before, and I'd  slept with the man I loved.  We'd worn pajamas, and we hadn't ... done it, but I did sleep in his arms.  All I could think about at school was what had happened last night and being with him again.  I was excited, expectant, and even a little nervous.

At long last, though, school finally ended and I rode the bus to his house.  He was waiting for me when I rang the doorbell, and I hardly gave him time to close the door before I threw myself into his arms for a kiss.  I hadn't had much experience with kissing until the night before, but I knew something I liked when I found it.

After my needs for kisses were temporarily satisfied, we cooked dinner together.  I knew nothing about cooking, because Mom was a terrible cook and had never taught me anything.  With John's help and guidance, though,  I made a very nice chicken parmesan, and we had a lovely dinner together.  I even drank a couple sips of white wine, but I didn't like it.  

After dinner, John gave me several beautiful pieces of lingeree, the first I'd ever had.  A short, sheer negligee with bikini panties, a silk dressing gown, and slippers with two inch heels.  My first heels.  Oh, and a little vial of White Shoulders perfume.  I felt like a little kid at Christmas, only better.  Lots better.

After I'd thanked John for my presents with kisses until he made me stop, I took them and went down the hall to shower and change into my new things.  I could hardly wait to put on the beautiful lingeree, but I showered and carefully shaved even though I couldn't find even the tiniest trace of roughness on my legs or underarms.  I didn't want him to feel anything but smooth skin when he touched me, and I wanted him to touch me a lot.  

All his touches so far have been exciting and wonderful.  I'm not absolutely positive, 
but I'm pretty sure that I'd like him touching me all over. Everywhere. I'm almost 
certain I'd like that. A lot.  I'm sure he wants to do it.  That's a nice thing to anticipate, being touched and wondering how it will feel.  

I've heard girls at school talking about not letting their boyfriends 'go too far,' but the idea of not letting John do anything he wanted has never entered my mind. I don't think the concept of 'going too far' applies to John.  Besides, he sure isn't a 'boyfriend.' He's thirty four years old. 

After drying myself thoroughly, brushing my teeth, and getting my blonde ponytail into
a blue scrunchy to match my new robe and nightie, I was ready to try on my sexy new 
outfit.  Me, sexy.  I sure never thought anyone would think I'd look good in clothes
like these.  Well, I guess they're not really clothes.  They're not pajamas either, 
so I don't know what they are exactly.  

I guess John thinks I'm sexy, considering how kissing me makes his pants bulge.  I'll 
sure try to be sexy.  No, I don't know anything about that, so I'd better not even try.  If I try I'll just look foolish.  Best to just be myself.  I'm sure John knows what he likes, and he seems to like me more than I could have ever hoped.  I hope I'll live up to his expectations.  I know I'll do absolutely anything he wants.  Anything.  I may have lived a sheltered life and gone to all girls' schools with nuns for teachers, but I'm a woman now. I know I'm naive, but I'm definitely ready to start catching up.

First I put on the nightie.  There was a ribbon at the throat to tie it closed, but 
I couldn' find anything else to tie, snap, or button.  It took three tries to get it tied in a perfect bow.  I had never worn anything like that before and didn't really know quite what it was all about.  It's pretty obvious that it isn't meant to cover or to keep warm, it hardly covers my behind.  I think it's just for fun, and this is about the most fun I've ever had!
I think I'm about to set some new personal records in the fun department.

I pulled on those tiny little panties and found they stretched to fit perfectly, 
but they sure didn't cover very much of me.  The only panties I had ever worn were the 
'sensible' up-to-the-belly button cotton kind that my mother bought for me at Penney's.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and could see my nipples showing faintly 
pink through the gauzy pale blue fabric of the nightie.  John's going to see me like 
this, and sooner or later, he's going to want to take my panties off.  What is he 
going to think?

He's so much older than I am, and he's used to really mature women. 

I was very concerned that John would laugh at me, think I was abnormal or terribly juvelile when he saw me without panties.

The problem was that I didn't have any pubic hair.  Oh, there was a little puff of curly 
blonde fuzz up on the mound, but nothing you could call real hair.  It was almost invisible 
because it was sparse, short, and just as light as the hair on my head.  When I showered after gym at school, all the other girls had hair down there, mostly dark, and it hid the most private parts, which were down between their legs, anyway.  When I looked at myself, though, the cleft down there seemed to be right out in front, and without any hair everything showed.  I looked kind of like a chubby clam down there.  

I had been dreading him seeing me with no clothes on, but I knew that was a part of loving 
and that it would happen sooner or later.  I decided to make the best of it, and hope 
he wouldn't think it was too awful.  The absolutely worst thing that could happen would be 
for him to change his mind about us being ... intimate and spending our week together teaching me about loving.  He might want to forget the whole thing because I'm not even mature enough to have pubic hair.  I know I'm old enough, but my body just hadn't gotten around to growing any hair down there. 

I stepped into the slippers.  They were lovely and luxurious, and, when I looked in the 
mirror, the two inch heels seemed to make my legs look longer and more shapely.  Not 
bad, Diane.  You look so good, maybe he won't notice that you don't have any pubic hair.
No, he'll notice.  Maybe he'll like the rest of me so much that he won't care about the 
pubic hair. 

I put a tiny dab of my new White Shoulders behind each ear and put on that wonderful new 
dressing gown.  The sleeves were about an inch too long, but otherwise it fit perfectly. It felt absolutely luxurious.  

In the mirror, with the robe and slippers, I thought I looked quite sophisticated and 
maybe even a little sexy.  I just hope John thinks so and doesn't pay any attention to 
the pubic hair.  My ponytail doesn't seem quite right with these clothes.  I think 
ponytails are for kids, and I'm not a kid anymore.  It's about time I get a new hairstyle.  
Maybe something short and sophisticated. 

When I got to the den the only light in the room was from the fireplace.  John saw me and
stood, looking at me, then switched on a lamp next to his chair.  I turned around so he 
could see me in my new robe and slippers from all angles.  Then he smiled and held his
arms out, and I came eagerly to him.  He didn't say anything, just took me in his arms
and I stood on my tiptoes and tilted my head back while he kissed me very tenderly.  I had only been really kissed for the first time the night before, but I was getting the hang of it.  In fact, I thought I was a very good kisser.  If eagerness and enthusiasm counted, I was a great kisser.  

Kissing while standing was a little awkward, though, because I was under five feet even in the 
heels, and John was six foot two.

After a moment I wanted to be kissed more deeply, so parted my lips more and used my arms 
to pull myself up to him.  He then slid his hands down my back, under my bottom, and 
lifted me right off the floor, holding my body against his and kissing me passionately.  
Wow, what a kiss!   Mmm 

He finally put me down, but our kiss continued, and he put his hand between us and untied 
the belt of my robe.  He put his hands inside the robe, parted it, and put his arms around
me inside the robe.  That felt wonderful.  Then, while we were still kissing, John slid the
robe off my shoulders and I lowered my arms so it slipped down and off me onto the floor.  
The silk made a swish.  I sure didn't have my new robe on very long.  I have a feeling that
John bought it just so he could take it off me.  That thought would make me giggle if I 
wasn't being kissed. 

I got my arms back around him, and he broke our kiss and held me very tightly against him.  
He was breathing into my ear as he hugged me, and I could feel his bulge poking me.  He was 
so much taller that it poked right about my belly button.  

John whispered that he wanted to see how I looked in my new nightie, and he sat down in his
chair.  I had never been looked at that way before, and I felt embarrased but kind of 
excited, too.  I could feel myself blush as I turned around to model my new lingeree. 
I feel like my nipples are shining through this thin fabric like headlights, and I know he can see my bottom right through the nightie and panties when I turn around. 

John seemed to sense my discomfort, because he turned off the lamp and told me to come 
and sit on his lap.  

I carefully sat myself down crosswise in his lap, and I immediately felt a lot better with
his arms around me.  I'm even closer to him like this, but at least I don't feel like I'm 
standing naked on display.  I guess I have to be naked to ... uhhhh ... well ... to do it, but I sure hope the lights are off.  Ohh, I love being kissed.

All my embarrassment evaporated when our lips met.  I was in his arms, my arms were around 
him, he was warm against me, and our lips and tongues were doing marvelous things.  John 
stopped kissing just long enough to whisper that he loved me, and he was kissing me again
before I had time to tell him of my love.  He knew it, though.  I'd sure told him often enough in the past twenty four hours.

This was by far the most intimate and passionate thing we had ever done together, and my 
feeling of embarrassment changed to pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.  Mmmmmmm  I opened my 
mouth wider, put my hand behind John's head, and kissed him back, hard.  I pulled his head 
to me, slid  my tongue way into his mouth, and I didn't even care when our teeth clashed 
together.  I noticed that I was making little noises into John's mouth without even 
intending to.  

That was the first time I had ever really felt passion, and it was like I had been struck by lightning!  So this is what it's all about!  Wow!  I think something just happened that  has changed me forever.  Now I'm absolutely, positively certain that I will like John 
touching me.  All over. 

I could feel my nipples harden, there was a kind of tingling wetness down between my legs, 
and I wanted more, more, MORE.  John's hand moved to my boobs, and I moaned a little into his mouth at the pleasure I felt when he rubbed my nipple between his finger and thumb.  
I found myself wanting something.  I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I sure wanted it.

John broke our kiss and told me to get up.  Then he led me to the couch which he had pulled 
up close to the fire.  Wearing only this nightie makes me feel barer than if I was stark 
naked.  Not a bad feeling, though.  Kind of ... what?  Exciting.  Yeah, I feel excited,
but in a new way.  It isn't that jumping-up-and -down-and-yelling excited feeling, but 
something deeper, more serious, better.  Whatever it is, it's a wonderful feeling.  I wonder
what happens next.   I'm glad John knows what to do, because I don't have a clue. Whatever
it is, I'll bet I'm going to like it.  A lot.

John had put a pillow at the end of the couch and told me to lie down.  He kneeled on the 
floor, leaned over me, and told me he loved me and that I looked good enough to eat.  

I said, "I love you, too, Darling, and I'm glad you like the way I look.  Kiss."  I put my arms 
up around his neck and pulled him down to me for a long kiss.  

John then untied the little ribbon which held my nightie closed, parted it, and kissed me 
on the throat.  Ohhhhh, that feeeeeelllls soooo  goooooood.  He whispered, "I'm going to 
open my present now.  You're my present."  

He kissed from my throat back to my mouth, and my lips and tongue were eagerly waiting for 
his.  I'm not sure exactly what's about happen, but I think it's going to be wonderful. 

He kissed back down to my throat and went lower until his mouth was between my boobs.  
When he started kissing the inside of one of them, I whispered that I wished my boobs were 
bigger for him.  He said he thought they were perfect, and that someone my size would look 
pretty silly with D-cup breasts.  I tried to picture that and giggled, and he said that they
were too pretty to be called 'boobs.'   "You have breasts, Honey, not boobs."  I decided to 
think of them as 'breasts' from then on.  

He kissed each breast gently and whispered that the skin there was like warm silk.  I loved 
hearing that.  When his lips brushed my nipple, I gasped, and when he took it between his 
lips I felt something like a little electric pulse of pleasure.  He gently sucked the 
nipple, and I could feel it swell and grow in his warm mouth.  He stopped sucking for a
moment and asked if I liked that.  

I whispered, "Oh, I love it, Darling.  Please do it some more."  

He resumed and soon moved to the other nipple.  Mmmmm   He whispered that my nipples were the prettiest and pinkest he had ever seen.  He called them 'puffy,' whatever that meant. 
And I used to be embarrassed about having such pink nipples.   John likes them that way, 
so I'll be proud of them being pink and puffy.

John's lips left my breasts and kissed lower, down onto my stomach.  He put the tip of his 
warm, wet tongue into my belly button and that tickled, but in a very nice way.  He kissed 
lower and lower until he came to the top of those tiny panties.  He told me to lift up so he
could take them off, and I said, "John, this is embarrassing."

He said, "Why, Sweetie?  Don't I get to see you without your panties?  It's going to be hard 
for us to be intimate if you keep them on.  Impossible if you want to learn about sex."

"Well," I said, "I'm not like other girls down there, and it's embarrassing."

"What do you mean, Sweetie?  Your pussy?"	

"Yeah," I whispered, "Ummm ... down there."

"Say 'pussy,' Honey."

"Ahhh ........ pussy," I said, very softly.

"Say 'pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,' Diane."

I couldn't help but giggle, and I said, "pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy," between giggles.

He touched the tip of one nipple with his finger and said, "breast."  He then touched my 
panties right about where my split starts and said, "pussy."  "Now," he said, "You do it."

Giggling, I said "breast" when he touched my nipple and "pussy" when he touched my ... 
well ... my pussy.

He said, "Now that we have that cleared up, are you going to tell me what the problem is?  
I'm going to have your panties off sooner or later, but if you would rather I didn't do it
tonight, that's okay.  I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"It isn't that I don't want you to," I whispered.  "It's just that I'm ... ahhhh ... sort of bald.  I hardly have any hair down there, and it looks funny."

He said, "I can't see how that would look funny.  It sounds very nice to me.  I've always 
thought a woman looks and feels much nicer without pubic hair, but it's usually too much 
trouble to keep it shaved.  Would you let me look?"

"Of course you can look, I just hope you won't think I'm too juvenile or abnormal or something.  I really am grown up, it's just that my hair down there is taking some time to catch up with the rest of me."

John said, "Sweetie, from what I've seen of you, and that's quite a lot, you certainly are 
grown up.  You're an absolutely gorgeous young woman.  Now, can we do something about those
panties?"

He didn't say anything more, and I lifted my behind off the couch while he pulled my panties 
down over my hips and off over my feet.  My face and neck felt hot, and I knew I was blushing
furiously.  Here I am with this wisp of a nightie covering only my shoulders.  The rest of me is stark naked.  At least the lights aren't on, just the fireplace.  My God, I never thought 
I would ever be like this with anyone. 

John looked at me and said, "Diane, you have the most beautiful little pussy I've ever seen.  
A pussy as pretty and smooth as that just begs to be kissed, and that's exactly what I'm 
going to do." 

I've always thought it was bald and ugly, but he thinks it's beautiful.  I was worried for nothing!   Why would he want to kiss me .... down there?  I still feel pretty embarrassed, being in my birthday suit like this.  I don't know what to think or feel.  I sure wish I knew more about all this.  I'm afraid I got myself in way over my head.  I can't back out now, though, and I don't think I'd want to, anyway.

He nuzzled the little puff of hair on my mound and kissed right down to the top of my cleft 
and onto my upper thigh.  Then he pulled my hips over towards him so that my bottom was 
near the edge of the cushion.  He then pulled the ottoman over to the couch.  He took my 
right leg, lifted it over his head, bent my knee, and put my foot on the ottoman.  He
pushed my left leg away, bent the knee and I was lying there with that thin nightie covering
only my shoulders, totally naked otherwise, with my legs spread wide, knees high.  He sure 
has a good view of everything I have.  This isn't as awkward as I thought it would be, 
though.  It's kind of exciting.  He obviously likes what he sees.  I wonder what he's 
going to do.

John's kisses started again on my inner thigh, about half way up from my knee.  Mmmmm, nice. 

When his lips got closer and closer to my ... pussy, I whispered, "What are you going to do, Darling?"

He said he was going to taste me as if I were a fine wine, and that I was going to love it.
This is all new to me, but I'm going to let him do absolutely anything he wants. I'm
all his to do with as he pleases; anything. If he says I'm going to love it, I can hardly wait
to find out what 'it' is.  I guess I can't get in too far over my head as long as John's in 
charge.  He wouldn't do anything I couldn't handle. 

I've always been such an independent person, and it's kind of hard to believe that I've 
turned myself over to anyone so completely.  John isn't just 'anybody,' though, and it 
seems completely natural.  I love it.  I love that my body pleases him.  I love what he 
does to my body and how it makes me feel.  I love him, love him, love him.  Mmm, that feels 
nice.

His lips and tongue finally reached my outer lips, and his kisses and licks started feeling even better.   I knew I was smooth and hairless there, like a baby, and John seemed to like 
that.  I opened my eyes and raised my head, trying to see what he was doing, but that part
of me was mostly hidden from my view.  I could feel the wet tip of his tongue reaching into 
the split between my lips and start working up and down, spreading them.  

Then his warm, wet tongue found my entrance, probed gently and it started feeling very, 


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very good.  The tip of his tongue explored inside a little ways, and the further in it 
went, the better it felt.  I never expected him to want to do that ... down there, 
but he seems to like it. Ohhhhh, that's nice.  I think I'm going to want him to do 
this a lot.  Mmm There was a tingling feeling that I had never experienced before.  

He raised his head, looked up into my eyes and said, "Baby, your little pussy is absolutely 
delicious.  I love it."  

I said, "Your tongue is doing wonderful things to my pussy, Darling, and I hope you aren't 
going to stop.  I'm glad you like the way I taste and feel.  Please do it some more."

In answer to that he started sliding his tongue up and down the length of my cleft again.  

Then his tongue found my button!

I knew the right name was 'clitoris', but I had always thought of it as my button.  I had 
discovered a long time before that rubbing it gently with my moistened finger was very 
pleasurable, and it was even better if I put a little lotion on first.   I had been doing 
it a couple of times a week at night in bed before going to sleep.  I knew that was called
masturbation, and the nuns said it was a sin, but it felt so good so that I did it anyway.
I had examined my button using a little mirror and knew it was firmer than the other things
down there, it was covered with a sort of protective hood of skin, and it swelled up and 
peeked its head out when I rubbed it.  I didn't know what my button could really do, though,
until John's tongue found it.

He obviously knew exactly what to do with a clitoris, because he started licking lightly 
from its top to the little head.  It was as if my whole body came alive when he did that.  
I thought I could feel it swelling under his tongue, and I knew the little head must be 
peeking out.  I didn't do it voluntarily, but I jerked and could hear myself go Ohh and 
Mmm as he licked me.  

He stopped and asked if he was hurting me, and I answered by putting my hands on his head 
and pulling him back down to give me more.  He started licking again, and then I could feel
him sucking my button in and out between his lips.  Nothing  had prepared me for what I was
feeling.  It feels good when I rub it with my finger, but it was never like this!  That 
feels so good, it's almost scary.  If he keeps that up I don't know what's going to happen.
If it feels any better, I think I'll go crazy.

I was at a level of pleasure that was new to me, and it just kept getting more and more exciting and intense.  About the time I thought I was going to scream, his tongue left my button and started exploring my entrance again.  That felt very good, but less intense.  It was almost a relief from the urgency I had been feeling.  He continued to explore inside me, and found a spot in there that, when he licked with the tip of his tongue, felt incredibly good.  Exciting in a way that was completely unfamiliar.  

When John's tongue went back to my button, I was immediately gasping with pleasure again.  He 
licked me there for a while, and just as I was about to go crazy, he slid his tongue back 
inside me.  Back and forth between button and vagina he went until I was breathing in gasps.  

He licked the button a few times, then raised his head and said, "I'm not going to stop 
this time, Honey, so you just let it go.  Don't hold back."  

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was incapable of asking about it.  He sucked my 
button in between his lips, held it there, and started flicking it with the tip of his 
tongue.  After a little of that, I could hear myself moaning and, without my conscious 
control, my hips were raised against his mouth.  I was just about delirious with pleasure, 
and I dimly remembered what he said about letting it go.  I was beginning to understand 
what he had meant, so I just let the pleasure and excitement carry me.  And did it ever 
carry me!  

The pleasure got more and more intense until suddenly it built to a peak and I couldn't go 
any higher.  There was a roaring in my head like I was standing next to a waterfall, and I 
heard bells ringing loudly in my ears.  Suddenly I couldn't take any more; the excitement 
was just too intense.  Something happened right then, like a dam bursting inside me, and 
my whole body and brain were immersed in an incredible sea of pleasure.  It just flowed 
through me from head to toe.  It was like John's tongue had brought me as high as I could go, then I fell off the peak into a sea of ecstacy.  

I'm not sure, but I think I may have yelled.  I know I had no control over whatever I did.  I was engulfed in that sea of excitement and pleasure, and I floated there for what seemed a long time.  

Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, the intensity eased, and I seemed to
slowly slide back to earth from wherever I had been.  Ooooohhhhh 

When I regained my senses, I was exhausted from what I had experienced.  That must be what 
Becky calls 'going over.'  I sure went over something!  Wow! 

I opened my eyes and looked down to see John kissing my tummy and looking up at me.  He 
pulled my leg from the ottoman over his head and back onto the couch, and slid up to where
he could kiss me.  That's my ... pussy I'm tasting on his lips and tongue.  Not a bad
taste at all.  A little salty and very sexy.  I like that taste on him, the taste of me. 

He asked me if I was okay, and I could only say, "Wonderful, Darling.  What happened to me?
I've never felt anything like that before."

"I believe you just had an orgasm, Baby," he whispered.  "What do you think?"

I said, "I think I love you.  I had no idea you could do that to me; that I could do that.  
I didn't know anything could feel so wonderful.  Whatever it was, it was my first time and I'll never forget it.  Did I scream?  I felt like I was going to."

"No, I wouldn't call it a scream, exactly, but you did make some lovely noise.  That's no time to try controlling your emotions.  It's best to make all the noise you feel like.  I love it."

As John held me and we gently kissed, I had never felt so relaxed and peaceful.  It was as if
the intensity of my wonderful experience had taken away all my anxieties about what the future
held in store for me.  I knew I was changed forever, and that I could look forward to many more climaxes in my life.  I also knew I would never, ever forget my first.

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Part 2 - JOHN

I had gone to a lingeree shop that afternoon to buy something for the little sweetheart that had been suddenly dropped into my life.   What I had in mind was as much for myself as for Diane, though.  When I told the sales lady the size of the woman I had in mind, she didn't even raise an eyebrow.  She did say, though, that the selection of lingeree for someone who was 4'10" and weighed 85 pounds was limited.  As a man in a women's store, what I really wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible.  

The place was expensive, but they had what I wanted, and that was all that mattered.  I got some things for Diane to wear that I thought would look very ... nice on her.  I had never seen Diane's body, but I'd felt quite a bit of it through her pajamas last night.  What I had felt was firm but soft, slender with curves, silky smooth, tiny, and all woman.

I picked out a silk dressing gown, a short, sheer negligee set, and some satin slippers with two-inch heels.  Everything was in a pale blue to match Diane's eyes.  On the way out of the shop I stopped by the perfume counter and got a bottle of White Shoulders, which had smelled delicious on my first wife.  She had actually smelled delicious even when she wasn't wearing perfume.  She had liked scotch whiskey more than she liked me, though, and our marriage hadn't lasted.

That evening, I took a shower and got into robe and pajamas (my usual evening costume in cool weather) I brought out the boxes containing the things I had gotten for Diane.   She was almost like a kid at Christmas.  

Diane loved everything, although she blushed scarlet when she held up the negligee and found that she could see through it.  I found her reactions totally adorable and felt very warm inside about being able to please her so much.  She headed off to shower and change into her new lingeree while I fed the boxes to the fire.  My cat approved of that, because he loved a fire, the hotter the better.  He ended up sleeping on his back with all four feet up, a sure sign that he was  comfortable and secure.

After what seemed like an eternity, Diane came out wearing her new robe.  She  walked around, turning to model it for me.  The blonde ponytail didn't quite go with the sophisticated lingeree, but she was gorgeous.  I was impressed that she walked so gracefully on her first pair of heels, and she looked incredibly sexy.  

I took her in my arms her and kissed her.  She reciprocated eagerly, and rubbed that prominent little mons veneris against me.  Old Edgar immediately got interested and erect.  It hadn't taken Diane long to discover the effect she had on my dick.   She was learning about the power attractive women have over men, and she seemed delighted by the fact that she could give me an erection so easily.  It was getting very difficult for me to remember my vow to take things slowly with her.  

I got the belt untied and slid the robe off her while we were kissing.  She'd worn that new silk dressing gown for about two minutes on its first time out.  That's exactly why I bought it, though; so I could take it off of her.  She didn't seem to mind at all, and I was holding a nearly naked little teenager, who was kissing me like it would be her last one ever.  She felt my erection against her stomach and rubbed herself against me.  I had to cut the kiss short before I lost my resolve to be patient with the little tease.  Diane really had no idea what she was doing to me. She was just enjoying her newfound ability to give a man a hardon.

I pulled the couch close to the fire, arranged a pillow for her head, and I told her to lie down.  She did so very gracefully, apparently not having learned the typical teenage 'flop' that my son had developed into an art form.  She looked absolutely edible lying there, lit only by the light from the fireplace.  I knelt down on the floor beside the couch and kissed her.  Diane had told me she hadn't had much experience at kissing, but she certainly made up for her lack of experience with enthusiasm.  She was a naturally great kisser, and her mouth was as delicious as it was eager.

As I broke our kiss to look at her, she didn't seem ill at ease.  I think Diane knew how attractive she was and had discovered that she liked being admired.  Her little nipples were pinkly visible through the thin fabric.  As I kissed her again I untied the ribbon holding the negligee closed and told her I was going to unwrap the present she had given me; herself.  She seemed to be all in favor of this, and was soon finding that she liked very much having her throat kissed.  

I opened the negligee to kiss her breasts.  I had explored her there with my hand the night before, but only through her pajama top.  She had as lovely a pair of little breasts that it had ever been my good fortune to see or feel. The skin was warm, soft and satin smooth.  Her nipples were pink and prominent, like two soft cones perched atop those perfect little mounds.  Puffy.  Her breasts were small but plump, and beneath that silky skin, very firm.  

Although I doubted that Diane would ever be busty, they showed the promise of becoming a very nice B cup as she matured.  Her body was never going to be much bigger than it was then, so they would be perfect.  The aureolae were a little less than half-dollar size, ideal for the size and shape of her breasts.  

When I first brushed a nipple with my lips, she jerked a little but was obviously pleased by what I was doing.  I gently sucked a nipple between my lips, and she made a low sound of pleasure.  As I moved from one nipple to the other, they quickly swelled and hardened in my mouth.  She held my head as if to make sure I continued what I was doing.  

I stopped for a moment to ask if I was pleasing her, and she whispered that she loved it and wanted more.  She got it.

I left those perfect little breasts and kissed lower onto her belly.  I was finding out that her skin was uniformly smooth and free of any blemish.  I have always considered the area between a woman's navel and her pubic hair very erotic, and I found Diane's to be perfection.  Soft, warm skin with no trace of scars, stretch marks, hair, or anything else that often mar a female belly.  A tiny mole made it even more attractive.  

She moved a little and by the firelight I could see her abdominal muscles prominent under that silky skin.  She giggled when I put my tongue into her navel (small, slight innie).  

When my kisses reached the top of those tiny panties, I asked her to lift her hips so I could remove them.  She seemed reluctant.  I pointed out that it would be difficult for her to learn about sex if she never took her panties off, and  she said she was embarrassed about it.  When I asked her why, Diane said she was abnormal because she had no pubic hair.  I thought that was delightful, because I had always preferred the bald approach to pussy maintenance.  

She finally let me take the panties off, and I could see that she was just as beautiful down there as everywhere else.  I had seen a lot of pussies in my time, but never one so delightful as Diane's.  Her legs were together, and I could see a little sprinkle of blonde fuzz on a prominent mound.  I nuzzled her little patch of hair with my mouth and nose.  It was as soft as a puff of cotton.  

Her pussy lips were very much out front, puffy, and completely without hair.  Not a trace of hair anywhere except the soft blonde fuzz up on her little mound.  The outer lips of her pussy were plump and pouting, just begging to be kissed.  The view was mouth watering.  

I assured her that there was nothing abnormal about her.  On the contrary, she was an absolutely delightful sight.  She seemed very relieved to hear this, as if she had been worrying about it.  She requested and got a very passionate kiss.  Old Edgar was very interested.  

I took her hips and moved her little butt over towards me, swung one of her legs over my head, and planted her foot on the ottoman I had brought over.  The other leg I bent at the knee and moved against the back of the couch.  It amounted to a gynecological position.  

From between those pretty legs I was treated to  a panoramic view of my little sweetie from thigh to throat.  I couldn't imagine a more lovely sight, and my erection was almost painful.  I was dying to get between Diane's legs and ram my cock into that pretty pussy, but I had promised myself that I would proceed slowly with my little virgin.  I was determined to let her learn to enjoy something before moving on to the next step.  I wanted to give her time to enjoy every aspect of lovemaking.  This would give both of us the maximum amount of pleasure.  

I kissed the insides of those lovely thighs, steadily getting closer to my destination, and I encounted that hot, moist, earthy scent of a clean, healthy pussy.  Then my lips found her smooth, hairless outer labia.  I worked my tongue between the lips and tasted her pussy for the first time.  She tasted of sweet, aroused woman.  To me, that's the most delightful taste and scent there is.

Having spread the inner lips with my tongue, I used the tip to explore the entrance to her vagina.  Small, warm, slightly salty to the taste.  Delicious.  When I put my tongue into her, she hummed softly, indicating I was doing the right thing.  There was a definite hymen just inside the entrance to her pussy, and I was delighted.  It had been a long time since I had been intimate with a woman who had one.  My cock was leaking copiously as Old Edgar contemplated the delights of encountering that delicate membrane.  

I enjoyed that tight little tunnel with my tongue for a while, then went exploring.  To my surprise I encounted an extremely large clitoris.  Its foreskin was already pulled back to expose the sensitive head, which I licked.  This caused Diane to flinch and make a little noise, so I stopped and asked her it I had hurt her.  She said nothing, just pulled my head back down for more.  As I gently licked her clitoris, it swelled into the largest I had known.  Not big enough to be a deformity, by any means, just a wonderfully, delightfully big clitty.  One that begged to be licked and sucked.

As I licked her, she started humming, and it became a continual buzz of pleasure.  Like, "Mmmmmmmm."  It stopped only when I left her clitoris to further explore her little vagina with my tongue.  As soon as I got back to the clitoris the humming began again.  I spent a while alternating between clitoris and vagina, and she seemed to like both, although the clitoris was definitely her favorite.  I had never met a woman who didn't love to have her clit licked.    

Finally my tongue was getting tired and I was curious to see where I could take her, how far she could go sexually.   I had encounteed a number of inexpeienced women in my younger days, and I was of the opinion that women with no sexual experience need to be made love to a few times before they can get the hang of having an orgasm.  As a psychologist I'd had dozens of female patients aged twenty to seventy who had never experienced an orgasm in their entire lives.  Many more who hardly ever had one.  I wanted to find out where Diane fit into the picture.  

I stopped long enough to tell her that she should let herself go, and that I wasn't going to stop.  What better advice could I give?  Her reply was a loud hum and a pulling of my hair to get my mouth back down to her pussy.  She was the most responsive and enthusiastic novice I had ever met.  

I started sucking the swollen head of her clitoris in and out between my lips.  Diane's clit was the first I had encountered that was large enough to do that with.  It wasn't long before her hum became a continuous moan of pleasure.  Her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid, almost like panting.  

With her clitoris between my lips, I started licking it very slowly and gently.  I swirled my tongue around the head and up and down the length of the shaft.  I gradually increased the speed and firmness of my licks.  Diane went through an incredibly erotic buildup that lasted several minutes.  

At about the time I thought I was going to have to give my tongue a rest, a wonderful thing happened.  My little Diane started to come.  And did she ever come!  A loud Ohhhhhhhhh was accompanied by her bucking her hips up and bruising my upper lip against her pubic bone.  She then proceeded to squeal, squirm, gasp, and moan her way through a long, hard, beautiful orgasm.  

She finally peaked out, and I slowed and lightened my licks to gradually allow her to come down from her climax.  

When Diane returned to normal, she seemed somewhat dazed.  Who wouldn't be after an orgasm like that?  It was the most explosive response to a first pussy kissing I had ever witnessed, and that was the first time she had ever come.  Diane was just discovering her sexuality, and thinking what the future might hold for her was almost scary.

After putting her legs back together and covering what I could of her with the dressing gown, I kissed her.  She said she could taste herself on my lips, and she liked it.  

Diane asked me what had happened, and  I gave her my opinion.  She tried to tell me how wonderful it had been, but describing an orgasm is pretty much impossible.  I was very proud of  myself to have introduced her so nicely into the world of sexuality.  She was so naturally sensuous, she hadn't needed much help.  




Diane & John Ch. 01



Before I could kiss her again and let her tell me how wonderful I was, she had fallen sound asleep.  I covered her a little better with the robe and  found out that Grand Marnier liqueur goes splendidly with the lingering taste of teenage pussy.  I already knew it went well with the taste of the mature variety.

Diane slept for about half an hour, snoring heartily much of the time.  When she slept on her back, she made a noise like a lawnmower in need of a tuneup.  I had never had much patience with women who snored, but I thought it was adorable when Diane did it.  Fortunately, as it turned out, she usually slept quietly and on her side.

I sat by the fire thinking about Diane, me, and us, and I tried to explain to my cat what was going on.  Speaking to a cat in Spanish was a good way for me to sort out my feelings.  The Spanish is good because my thoughts came more slowly, and a cat usually is a good listener and not at all judgemental.  Actually, cats simply don't give a damn, but that's beside the point.

I resolved to make the week ahead as much like fairyland as possible for my little sweetheart.  She was going to be spoiled, pampered, entertained, and loved as never before.  I wanted to make sure she never  had a better time in the entire long life that lay ahead of her.   

This was selfish of me, because I was planning on enjoying it as much as she.  Diane would be giving me her beauty, grace, intelligence, and sensuality.  Having just been treated to a sample of her unleashed passion, I suspected that sex was going to play a very large part in making her happy for a week.

When she finally woke up, I kissed her to welcome her back to consciousness.  It was after eleven by that time, and I said we should go to bed.    

She was still about half asleep, so I had to steady her a little as we went down the hall towards the bedroom.  The girl was still a little dazed from that explosive climax.  She still wore her negligee and slippers, and I knew the things I had bought for her that afternoon had been well worth the money.

When she finally came into the bedroom smelling of toothpaste, she slid into my waiting arms.  She said she wanted to be kissed.  I obliged her, then she said she didn't want to get her new nightie wrinkled by sleeping in it.  I took it off her, kissed her shoulders much to her delight, and got her into my pajama top.  Adorable.  I knew what a lovely body was hidden by a shirt that was about ten sizes too big for her.  

I showed her how to sleep like spoons, with her in front.  We finally got settled with her warm back against my front, my arms around her, and a plump little breast in my hand.  I could feel myself drifting off, enjoying the soft scent of a fresh, healthy woman and a hint of  White Shoulders.  I knew I'd never forget Diane's first orgasm.  I didn't know that it was possible to go to sleep with an erection.  

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Diane & John Ch. 03



This is the third in a series of "Diane and John" stories. They are about a young girl's introduction to love and sexuality by an older man. "Part 1 - Diane" is her version of the story. "Part 2 - John" is the same story from his perspective. Diane and John hope you enjoy both versions. 

Part 1 - DIANE

As soon as we got into the back seat of the taxi, John put his arm around me. I was feeling full from the wonderful dinner and a little tipsy from the champagne. I snuggled up to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I whispered, "John, Darling, this will be our third night together, and we still haven't .... you know .... done it. Are we going to do it tonight?"

He said, "Do what, Sweetie?" I was sure he knew what I meant and was just teasing me by playing dumb.

"Ummm ... you know ... pop my cherry."

The loud laugh was the last thing I expected from him, and it even startled the driver. John said, "My God, I haven't heard that expression since I was in high school! I didn't think anyone said that anymore."

I was so embarrassed that I felt myself blush from head to toe. I didn't know what to say, because I was being serious and trying to act sophisticated. All I had done was make myself seem foolish. Childish. I said, "I heard some girls say it, and I thought that was what everyone called it."

John stopped laughing and hugged me close. He said, "I'm sorry, Sweetie. That took me by surprise and I couldn't help laughing. What the hell, that's as good a thing to call it as any. I'll tell you what, let's just get home and see what happens, okay?"

That made me feel a lot better, and I giggled and whispered, "Okay, but I don't think the gir ... woman is supposed to have to beg for it, is she?"

The driver pulled into John's driveway right then, so he didn't answer.

As soon as we got inside we had a lovely, long kiss. It was my favorite, the kind with lots of tongue.

While John was helping me off with my coat, he kissed the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. I loved that. My new black evening dress had spaghetti straps, and it was great for neck and shoulder kissing.

He asked if I would like to share a bubble bath with him like we did last night. I replied by turning in his arms, putting my arms around him, and kissing him passionately. I even nodded my head "yes" while we were kissing.

I went to my room and got out of all those wonderful new clothes John had bought for me that day. My little black dress, my first pair of high heeled shoes, my first strapless bra, and my first pair of pantyhose. The seam of the pantyhose left a little line on my stomach, but I rubbed it and it went away.  I guessed that was just something I would have to put up with if I wanted to wear those things.  

After I had a good toothbrushing, I put on my lovely new nightie even though I didn't plan on wearing it very long.  All I really want is for John to see me in it and think I'm sexy and desirable. He seems to think I'm attractive, but I want to keep reminding him. I hope he didn't think I was being silly and childish when I asked him about popping my cherry. I was serious and thought everyone called it that. I want to be so sophisticated for him, but it's really hard. I'm going to keep trying my best, though. I sure hope we really can .... do it .... tonight and that it doesn't hurt too much.

I found John in his big bathtub with the bubbles up to his neck. I took off my nightie, hung it on a hook with his robe and stepped down into the bubbles. Even though John was looking right at my pussy, I wasn't too shy about that long, legs-open step down into the tub.

The warm water felt wonderful. By the time I got seated the bubbles were higher than the edge of the tub, and the water was about to overflow. John told me to hold still and not make waves, and he reached back to pull the little lever and let some water out. When the water had gone down to where waves wouldn't overflow the tub, he pulled me towards him and arranged my legs around him, put his legs around me, and there we were, face to face.  What a great way to kiss. We had a very deep kiss that set my heart pounding. 

John saw how hard and swollen my nipples had become and said I had "headlights." This caused me to have a giggling fit.  I wish I wouldn't do that. It's so childish!  He used his legs to pull me close.  That big, hot penis that I had so much fun sucking last night is rubbing against my pussy. I sure know a lot more about it than I did at this time last night. 

I put my hand between us and slid it up and down his hard penis several times, just like he had taught me. The soap in the bubble bath made it nice and slippery. I decided to ask him about something that I had been thinking about that day.  

"John, I know this is called a penis, but that sounds too ... um ... clinical. Some people use the words "cock" or "dick," but those sound sort of smutty. Dad calls it a "pecker," but that just sounds silly. Would you mind if I called it somethig else?"

John smiled, "Sweetie, you can call it anything you like. What did you have in mind?"

I could feel myself blush when I said, "Well ... uh ... can I call it Herman?"

His bark of laughter startled me as it echoed off the tiles in that big bathroom. When he finally stopped laughing, John said, "Okay, Herman it is. Let's see ... I'll call your pussy "Miss Kitty." Is that okay with you?"

I was giggling so hard that I could only nod my head in agreement. John finally shut me up by hugging me really close and kissing me.

After lots of kisses, we both leaned back on our ends of the tub with our legs still fully in contact. The water was warm, the bubbles were delightful, the candlelight was romantic, and it was just wonderful. John said that sharing a bath was a good way to get better acquainted, and I started giggling again. Darn it, won't I ever grow up? 

We sat, soaked, and sipped our drinks in what John called "the lap of hedonism." After he told me what that meant, I told him I thought I had been its lap since I came to stay with him. He agreed and said it was his favorite place to be. I decided it was mine, too, as long as the lap was big enough for both of us.

After a nice long soak, John told me to turn around with my back to him. When I did, he pulled me between his legs so that my back was against his chest. I had gotten my blonde ponytail cut off that day and had a new short, sophisticated hair style. Just like John wanted. I loved the way it looked, and is was also great for getting my neck and shoulders kissed. 

He was kissing my shoulders near my neck when he took a breast in each hand. My nipples had relaxed in the warm water during our soak, but he took each between his finger and thumb and sort of twirled them.  Ohhhhh, that feels nice.  They quickly hardened until they were like little berries standing out from my breasts.  Headlights again.

The feelings in my nipples seemed to travel to my button, and I thought I could feel it start to get bigger. He left one hand on my breast and slid the other down onto my tummy and stroked me there while he continued to kiss my shoulder and neck. Then his hand reached my mound and continued further down, between my legs. I spread my knees wide, inviting him to explore me. 

He whispered "I love you" right into my ear as his hand stroked my inner thighs. John's hand finally found my pussy and, when it did, I put one foot up on the edge of the bathtub to open myself even more to his hand. Am I being too eager about this? Should I show some virginal hesitation? Why should I? I may be a virgin, but I sure don't feel hesitant. Not after what I learned about myself last night. Besides, I'm only still a virgin because we haven't gotten around to ............ doing it. It sure isn't because I'm not willing.  

His finger slid into the cleft between the lips of my pussy and started exploring me. When he found my button, I jumped a little, and had to assure him that he wasn't hurting me in the least. He reached for one of the big towels on the floor next to the tub and spread it on the tiled shelf. 

After the wonderful pussy kissing and two climaxes I'd gotten sitting up there last night, I sure didn't have to be told what to do. I immediately got out of the water and sat on the shelf, facing the tub.  John spread my legs to either side of him so he was kneeling in the tub facing me, looking squarely at my bald pussy. It's funny that I don't feel any embarrassment. Well, not much. I like this!  I know what's about to happen, and I'm going to absolutely love it.

John used a corner of the towel I was sitting on to wipe the bubbles away, then he kissed my inner thighs and told me how much he enjoyed my soft skin. His lips inevitably reached their destination, and I felt that hot, wet tongue gently parting the outer lips of my pussy. Then my inner lips were parted and he was probing wetly at my entrance. Oh, I think that feels even better than it did last night.  I think I'm beginning to feel just a little of that special tingling already.  

His tongue explored a little inside me, then he stopped for a moment to tell me how much he liked the taste and feel of my pussy. He said it was tiny and delicious. After having his tongue in my vagina for a few minutes, he looked up at me and asked if I liked having my pussy kissed. I told him I thought it was just about the most wonderful thing in the world and that I wished he would please get back to it. 

As I hoped he would, John turned his attention to my button. I could feel it grow and harden as he licked it, and he stopped to tell me that I had the largest clitoris he had ever seen. I didn't know if that was good or bad, and I didn't care right then. I took two handfuls of his hair to guide his mouth back to where I wanted it.

After that, my thoughts weren't really coherent, just random reactions to what he was doing with his mouth on my clitoris. I didn't know where I was and didn't care. I tried to keep my eyes open and watch what he was doing, but I just couldn't.  He sucked and licked my button until the tingling was almost too much to bear. Then he stopped for a little while to let me come back down. Then he started all over again, and again. He got me to the point where I was almost crazy with wanting to come.

Finally, he stopped and asked if I wanted to come. I think I said, "Ungh." He knew that I needed a climax more than anything in the world, but he asked me several times if I was really, really sure; teasing me. Finally, at long last he whispered, "Just let it go, Diane. I'm not going to make you wait any longer."

He sucked my button between his lips and started licking the little head until I was totally insane with pleasure. I could feel that what had happened to me the night before was about to happen again, and this time I knew what was coming. It was going to be me. I'd had three orgasms, and I knew enough to just let it happen. 

It didn't take long, and it was like a dam bursting inside me. I heard myself grunt loudly and maybe squeal, but I consciously had nothing to do with the sounds I was making. I probably made all sorts of noises as my entire body was carried away by wave after wave of pleasure. The big bells rang in my head, my ears roared, I saw red and yellow flashes even though my eyes were tightly closed.  Ohh, My God  I held his head tightly to me until those wonderful waves began to smooth out and let me come back down to some kind of sanity. 

I was panting as if I had been running laps, and I could feel my heart trying to pound out of my chest.  Wow, I thought I was going to faint or die or something.  I opened my eyes, and John was looking up at me, a smile on his wet lips. He told me to get back into the tub where it was warm.  He kissed me, and his mouth had that distinctive taste from my pussy.  I'm sure glad he likes my taste. I love that taste on him. I guess that's what Mom's magazines call "oral sex." I like "pussy kissing" better. I don't care what it's called, it's wonderful.

John said, "I love your passion, Baby." He held me until I had more or less returned to normal. We had been in the bathtub for quite a while by then, and I was beginning to feel waterlogged. We agreed that it was time to get out, but he have my pussy a little washing. He said, "The cleanest pussy gets the most kisses." In that case, I'm going to have the cleanest one in town. Miss Kitty sure likes getting kissed.  

He told me to stay put and got out and dried himself. He wrapped a towel around his waist, then gave me his hand to help me out of the tub. I didn't even have to dry myself. John sat on the edge of the tub and I stood there while he dried me gently and thoroughly from head to toe, even the crack of my .... behind. 

When I was nice and dry he put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him. I was just the right height, and all he had to to was lean forward slightly and part his lips to get a nice mouthful of nipple. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, held it there, and started humming. It sounded like "The Star Spangled Banner," and it felt really good.  Sort of a tickling but not quite. A tingly, exciting feeling. Indescribable, but good.

John slid down to his knees and put his hands on my hips. Again the height was perfect and his lips were in the right place to kiss me just above my cleft. He slid his tongue into my cleft and the tip went along the length of my button. For the first time I was glad that hairless down there and that everything was out in front. Although I was standing with my legs together, his tongue had to trouble finding my clitoris. He licked my button until my legs started to tremble, then he stood up and took me into his arms.

When John bent to kiss me, Herman was bulging his towel straight out like a tent pole. I stood on my tiptoes to be kissed and reached down to loosen the towel and let it fall to the floor. Then I put his big, warm penis straight up against my tummy and pressed myself against John to give it a nice comfy place to rest. I wiggled my middle a little bit to make sure he was comfortable.

Herman was starting to throb between us when John broke our kiss and whispered into my ear, "Are you absolutely, positively, a hundred percent sure that you don't want to be a virgin anymore, Sweetheart?"

I was so absolutely, positively, a hundred percent sure that I couldn't even say anything. My only fear was that I would be too small inside to take his penis. I just pulled him down to kiss me. I was so enthusiastic that out teeth clashed, but I didn't care. I don't think John cared, either. Finally. At last. Oh, this is scary. This is wonderful! 

John picked me up and carried me into the dark bedroom.  He laid me gently down on the bed, kissed me, and went back into the bathroom for the candles. I slid under the covers while he put a candle on each of the bedside tables, and I pulled the covers aside for him. The room was cool, and the yellow flickering light of the candles was very romantic.  This is like a scene in one of Mom's dumb Harlequin Romances. This is a lot better than any old book though. 

John slid in beside me, pulled the blanket over us, and took me into his arms.  This is the first time we've ever been naked in bed together, and it's wonderful. I think an even bigger 'first' is about to happen. My all-time ultimate big one.  My arms went around him, and my after-orgasm stupor was gone. I was suddenly alive again. More alive than ever before. 

The sheets were fresh and cool, and my lover's body was warm against me. I kissed him with not only my lips and tongue, but with every part of me I could get in contact with his big, warm, naked body. I kissed him madly, passionately, my front teeth clashing against his. He returned my kiss just as passionately, big, hot Herman poking my stomach. Our legs were intertwined as were our tongues. Each of us was trying to get as much in contact with the other as possible. 

He whispered that I had one last chance to keep my virginity, and that I'd better tell him right then, or it was going to be gone forever. I pressed my mouth to his and tried to shake my head "no" at the same time.  Oh, it's finally going to happen. I'm going to get my cherry popped.  I took my mouth from his and whispered the only word that seemed right, a word I'd never said before. 

"Fuck me, John. Please. I've waited so long."

Before he could reply I was kissing him again, rubbing myself against Herman. He gently pushed me onto my back and turned to reach into the nightstand. He took out a little plastic bottle and squirted something onto his fingers. When I felt it at the entrance to my vagina it was cold. 

I asked him what it was, and he said, "It's called Astroglide, Baby. It's slippery and will make it easier for us the first time. It will probably hurt some, but this will help." 

As he put more onto his finger and put it right into me, I said, "I don't care if it hurts, just DO IT. FUCK ME, John, please!" 

The heat inside my pussy warmed the Astroglide, and I could feel it mingling with my own juices. John got himself between my legs and told me to open them wide and to pull my knees up. It would make it easier for him to enter me. I did as he said, and I could feel Herman's warm tip exploring for my entrance. Oh, my God, John's going to fuck me. I'm about to have my cherry popped! Oh, I want it so much. Now, Darling, go ahead and hurt me. Fuck me.

John reached between us and guided the tip of his penis to my entrance. I lifted my hips to try to help, but John said to hold still and let him do it. I got my knees up almost to his shoulders, trying to make myself easier for him to penetrate. I felt the tip enter me, hot and slippery from the Astroglide and my juices. John pushed, and I could feel him touch the obstruction about an inch inside my vagina. 

John seemed to hesitate for a moment, then said, "This may hurt, Baby. If it does, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to stop now." 

I was about to tell him to go ahead when he pushed hard into me, and stopped. He continued to push, and I could feel myself stretching and stretching and stretching . He continued to push, and suddenly there was a burning, tearing pain. Although I tried not to, it really hurt and I know I cried out.  I couldn't help it. It hurt!. Suddenly, though, the pain was over and I just felt him inside me, big, hot, and wonderful. Ohh, my God! My cherry was just popped. John's inside me. Oh, he feels huge, and it's wonderful! 

John held still inside me, but I could feel him throbbing and jerking. Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful. John had his weight on his hands and we were really only touching where our bodies were joined. I whispered that I wanted to be kissed, and he lowered himself to his elbows as I pulled him down with my arms and hands. His penis was in my pussy, his tongue was in my mouth, mine in his. My arms were around him, my legs open high and wide to him. Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful.  

We kissed for a long time, deeply and passionately. My pussy felt totally full of him and he was hot. I whispered, "Is it all the way in." 

John told me to put my hand down to feel. When I did I was astonished to feel at least half of his penis still outside, and the outer lips of my pussy were like rubber bands stretched tightly around the hardness of his penis. The inner lips were stretched so much that I couldn't even tell where they were. Where am I going to put the rest of him? I'm completely full, overflowing, and there's no room for more. I'm just not deep enough to take any more. Is this going to be enough for John? I hope so, because I know this is allI can take. 




Diane & John Ch. 03



Then John shoved hard, and I could feel something give way in there and heard kind of a crunch from way up inside me. I heard it from the inside, not through my ears. Like the way I can hear my teeth come together when I chew, but nobody else can hear it. It didn't really hurt, it was just a feeling that something broke or got moved, and things were never going to be quite the same up in there. Something inside me had been permanently rearranged. 

I still had my hand between us, and I felt for his penis, but it was gone! John's pubic hair pressed tightly against the outside of my pussy, but Herman had disappeared completely inside me.  I thought I felt full before, but it was nothing like this! I'm being stretched inside, and it feels wonderful. Oh, that feels so goooooood. I'm so full of him and he's sooooooooo hot! 

John held still as he throbbed inside me, then he pulled back an inch or two and slowly slid back in, all the way. Then he pulled back further and slowly slid back in. Then he pulled out so far that only Herman's head was still inside me. He slid slowly back in, all the way. Each time he put the full length in me, I could feel the tip push something out of the way so it could get past. 

I whispered, "Darling, we're fucking, aren't we?" 

John said that we were fucking and that my cherry had definitely been popped. I would have giggled, but this was no time for it.  Maybe fucking is going to cure me of giggling. 

John whispered, "Oh, Baby, that's so good. Your little pussy feels like it was just made to fit me. Warm, soft, wonderful." 

Then he pulled almost all the way out and pushed really hard, almost roughly back in to the limit of me and held Herman there, throbbing and jerking. I could feel a hot wetness spreading inside that hadn't been there before, and I asked John if he had climaxed. He said not a real orgasm, but enough to make him fill me up with semen and cool him down so he could go on longer without coming.  I'm not sure what he means, but this isn't the time to discuss it. He's sliding in and out of my pussy, and he slides along my button every time he goes in. I'm full of his sperms now, it's really slippery and smooth, and if he keeps this up ..... I'm .... going........... tooooooo ....... 

Then, before I really knew it was going to happen, my dam suddenly burst. I heard myself grunt and moan, and I wrapped my legs around John's waist so I could pull myself up against Herman's thrusts. It was like I was trying to get even more of him, although I could hardly take what I already had. 

It wasn't the same kind of orgasm I'd had when he licked my button. This one came from way up inside and was overpowering. A hundred times stronger, a million!  I got the roaring in my head, I could feel myself gritting my teeth, my eyes were tightly closed, red and yellow flashes inside them. I was holding John with my arms and legs, and I was having an ORGASM.  Long, straining, crying out, wonderful, fabulous ORGASM. No thoughts, no emotions, hearing nothing but the bells going crazy in my head, seeing nothing but flashes inside my eyes. No room for feelings other than ORGASM. 

I don't know how long my climax lasted, but I don't think I could have stood that kind of intensity for another second. As I came down, feelings and recognition returned, and I could feel John kissing my cheek and whispering, "I love you," in my ear. 

I took my legs from around his waist, said," I love you," and pulled him to me for a long, deep kiss.   

John raised back up on his hands and started sliding in and out of me with long, slow strokes. Each time, he pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in, all the way. 

I said, "I want to feel," and I reached down between us. John pulled his penis all the way out and slid him up my mound. I felt the length of him with my fingers, and he was very hard and hot, the skin silky smooth. He was also very wet and slippery from the Astroglide, semen, and my juices. 

Oh, my Herman is wonderful. So big and warm, just made to slide into my pussy. I think he was made especially for me. I can't believe that I can take all that inside me. I took him in my hand, guided him back to my entrance, and felt with my fingers as he slid back in and disappeared into my depths. As he glided in and out, I kept my fingers there, and It was sometimes hard to feel what was John and what was me; where I ended and he started. What a wonderful way to be, so close that I can't even tell who is who.

My cleft was being forced so wide that it was in an "O" shape rather than a split. The outer lips were tight around him and my button riding along the top of his shaft. I loved the feel of myself opening for him each time he plunged into me. 

After a while, just as I was starting to feel a little sore from all the rubbing at my entrance, John started breathing faster and fucking me harder and faster. He was breathing like he had the previous night just before he had his climax in my mouth. I knew what was about to happen, and I could feel my own orgasm starting to build along with his. 

He whispered, "Oh, Baby, I can't hold back any longer. I'm going to come." He started stroking in and out of me hard, fast, and even a little roughly. It felt wonderful, and I was getting to close to my own climax when I felt him grow huge inside me and he plunged very hard and deep, moving whatever that was deep inside me roughly aside as he stretched me more than ever before.  

John moaned into my ear, and he thrust all the way up inside me, throbbing and jerking.  I know what's happening deep inside my vagina, I felt it in my mouth last night when he had his climax. He's huge, throbbing, jerking, and he's gushing into me.  

That thought, coupled with what I was feeling almost caused my dam to burst. John's orgasm was coming to an end, though, and I never quite got there.  I'm glad my dam held that time. It's already burst once tonight (twice if I count my orgasm in the bathtub), and it was wonderful to feel John have his climax inside me. If I was having one at the same time, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy his. I hope this was half as wonderful for him as it was for me. I seem to get as much of a thrill from his passion and pleasure as I do from my own. Almost.

John and I were both breathing as if we had run a mile when he lowered himself to kiss me. It felt so good to put my arms around his big shoulders, run my hands over his smooth back, and open my mouth for our kiss. I could feel that Herman had shrunk inside my vagina, and he popped out while we were kissing. 

John got from between my legs, trailing a very wet penis across my thigh as he lay beside me. He put his arm around me, and I turned on my side, nestled myself against him, and lay my head on his shoulder. We didn't say anything for quite a while, and I just lay there in kind of a lovely afterglow. 

We did it, and it was wonderful!  I had a beautiful orgasm. He made me big enough inside to take all of him. Oh, how I loved it. I never really understood why people make such a big deal of sex, but I sure do now!  I can't believe that a few days ago I thought it was just something I had to do to get close to John. Oh, I love him so much, and in a way I never could have before. 

I could feel a warm stream running out of my pussy and down the crack of my behind, and it was making a little puddle under me. John turned to me and told me he loved me, and after a kiss, said he wanted to get up and to the bathroom. 

I decided I had better clean myself up before the puddle beneath me became a lake. I got out of bed to go to my room and use the bathroom. As soon as I stood up semen started streaming out me and running down my thigh. I cupped my hand under my pussy to catch it so it wouldn't dribble onto the carpet and walked spraddle legged to my bathroom. 

By the time I got there, I had about half a handful and the river had flowed all the way down my thigh to my knee. I looked at what was in my hand, and there was the same stuff I had swallowed, wiped off my face, and gotten in my hair the night before. This time, though, it was a pinkish color from getting my cherry popped. At this thought I couldn't help but giggle, the first time since before our bath.  It's strange that what we just did was the most pleasurable thing I ever experienced, but I sure didn't feel a bit like laughing or giggling while it was happening. It was better than a hundred Disneylands, but I didn't even want to smile. That pleasure was way, way too serious for any laughing or giggling.  

I cleaned myself up with a damp washcloth. I put the washcloth with my blood on it aside to dry. I knew John would never miss it, and I wanted to keep it as a souvenir of getting my cherry popped.  As if I would ever need anything to remind me ot that. 

When I used the towel on my pussy, I had to be very careful because it was sore.  I guess big, warm Herman rubbed Miss Kitty a little raw.  It was sore enough so I had to blot it dry rather than rubbing. 

I wanted to find out what had happened to my vagina, so I slid my finger in. It was huge in there and still slippery with John's semen. Kind of like putting my finger into a warm pudding.  I couldn't get a Tampax Junior in before, but I'll bet a Super would go in now. It would probably slide right back out, too. I wonder if I'll be this way permanently.  

When I got back to the bedroom, John wasn't there. I got my robe and slippers on and found him standing on the patio. I came to him and he gently took me into his arms and gave me a lovely kiss. I just put my head on his chest and held him, he felt so good. We didn't even say anything. 

After a little while, he took me by the hand and led me to bed. He kissed me on the shoulders as he helped me off with my robe, and I got under the covers while John blew out the candles. It was pitch dark when he slid into bed beside me. I hope he doesn't make me put on his PJ shirt. I want to sleep skin to skin with him tonight.  John lay on his back with his arm around me, and I was on my side with my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. 

"John, Darling?" I whispered.

"Yes, Baby."

"Is your penis happy?"

"Well, Herman's not so big now, but he's very, very happy. How's your pussy?"

I giggled a little and whispered, "She's better than she's ever been. Bigger, too. It's kind of sore and bled a little, though. I'm sorry if I ruined your sheets."

"Diane, Baby, please don't ever say you're sorry for something that happened while we were making love. The hell with the sheets, as long as you're okay. Besides, I already cleaned up the wet spot we made. I'm the one that should be sorry, because I hurt you."

"It only hurt for a few seconds. Besides, it was in a good cause, wasn't it?

"The best of causes, Baby."

"Darling, I'm sorry I said that word. You know, the f-word."

"Diane, you shouldn't be sorry for that. Sometimes that word needs to be used, and there isn't any word to substiture for it. I don't think it's a swear word when you say it like that. It's a great word at the right time. It seems very appropriate when you're fucking or about to."

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. 




Diane & John Ch. 03



She slid off the shelf, back into the water, into my arms. I didn't even mind that the towel she had been sitting on followed her into the tub. My little sweetie needed lots of holding and kissing after her big orgasm, and I lovingly supplied both. She whispered that she loved the taste of her pussy on me. Diane was one of those women whose juices flow copiously when aroused, and the taste of her secretions was a pleasure for us both.

As I held and caressed her, I whispered that her virginity was soon going to be gone unless she told me otherwise. Diane told me in very definite terms that she was as anxious for that to happen as I was.

As I was drying her, she removed the towel from around my waist, and my cock was sticking straight out and throbbing. She stroked it for a moment, then placed it up against her abdomen and pressed against me to hold it in place. The feel of that warm smooth body almost cause Old Edgar to lose control. 

I picked her up, walked us into the bedroom, and put her gently down on the bed. I went back to the bathroom for the candles, and Diane was under the covers waiting for me when I returned. Her warm body was a delightful contrast to the cool sheets as I slid into bed and took her in my arms. 

It seemed that the timing was just right, because she was more passionate than I'd ever seen her. She used her cool hand to adjust my throbbing cock between us, and we shared a long passionate kiss. 

I knew what she wanted, but I asked he one last time if she was sure she didn't want to remain a virgin. 

Her response was, "Oh, fuck me, John." I knew the time was right. My cock was absolutely positive the time was right.

I lubricated her pussy liberally and applied some to my penis. As small as Diane's vagina was, we were going to need all the help we could get. I knew it would cause her pain when her hymen went, but I wanted to minimize it as much as possible for her. Besides, some lubrication was going to make it better for me, too. 

For someone who knew she was about to experience pain, Diane was very impatient to get started. I was feeling rather urgent about it myself, so I parted her legs and got myself between them.

She parted and raised her knees, and I kneeled between them. Our positions naturally brought the tip of my erection to her entrance, and I could feel the incredible heat of her as soon as the tip parted her lips. As the tip of my cock entered her, I felt the obstruction that had to be removed. I hated to hurt my little sweetheart, but it was something that had to be done.

I muttered some sort of apology for what I was about to do. She was replying when I shoved about half my hard cock through her membrane and into her pussy. That was no time for finesse, and it wouldn't have worked anyway. That little cherry of hers had to go, and I got it over with as quickly as possible.

Diane yelped in pain and dug her fingernails into my upper arms. These things didn't really register in my mind, though, because I had the best half of my penis buried in the hottest and tightest vagina I'd ever experienced. The feeling of her grip on the sensitive areas of my cock was so intense that I had to hold very still inside her to avoid coming long before I wanted to. Instead, I held it throbbing and twitching inside that moist little tunnel. Although I only had about half my cock in her, I could the tip pressing against her sharp cervix. 

I gently started moving by cock a little bit back and forth inside her, and she pulled me down for a kiss. I lowered myself to my elbows, keeping my weight off her, and she kissed me hotly and deeply. Between kisses she asked if her cherry had been popped and if we were fucking. I assured her that she was no longer a virgin and that we were definitely fucking. 

Diane whispered that it had only hurt for a moment. After another kiss, she said that she thought being fucked was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her. I didn't know she even knew the word, but hearing her use it to tell me she loved it was music to my ears.

She asked if I was all the way into her, and I told her to feel with her hand. She was astonished that about half of my cock was still outside, and that she was completely filled. She whispered that she was sorry that she couldn't take all of me. In response to this, I started pushing deeper into her. I was slow and gentle, but I was determined to stretch her little pussy and get the full length of my cock inside her. 

As I pushed, I could feel her expand. When it seemed she just couldn't take any more, I gave a forceful shove, and my cock was suddenly buried in her. Our pubic bones were together, and I could feel her little butt against my testicles. She gasped, more in surprise than pain, I think. Then she reached down and felt that she had taken all I had to give her. 

Diane whispered that she'd felt something give way inside her, but that it had been a feeling of being opened rather than pain. She said I felt huge, warm, and wonderful inside her. Then she pulled me down for one of her deep, passionate kisses.

As I started moving gently in and out of her, she moaned with pleasure into my mouth. Between kisses she whispered that she loved me and loved the feeling of my cock in her. 

I gradually increased the amount I moved in and out, and finally I was pulling out so only the head of my cock was in her. Then I would slowly plunge the entire length into her until I felt her cervix against my tip. Her vagina was silky smooth, hot, and wonderfully tight as I slid my cock in and out of her.

Very soon, Diane's breathing became more rapid, she started moving her hips to meet me as I stroked into her, and increasingly loud and urgent sounds of passion came from her lips. I looked down, and her lovely body seemed impossibly small beneath me. Even in the candlelight, I could see a sexual flush appear on her shoulders, neck, and pretty face. 

I started sliding in and out of her more strongly and rapidly. I knew what was about to happen, and I wanted to make it the best she'd ever had in her very limited experience. As I was looking down, Diane's eyes popped open, she looked into mine, and said, "Oh, John ........ Oh, I'm going toooo ..........." Then her words became a loud moan as she plunged into her orgasm. 

I fucked my little lover hard and fast while she came. Each time I thrust into her, she would raise her hips to meet me, and there was a wet noise as our bodies came together. Her climax was hard, loud, long, and wonderful. About the time I thought I wasn't going to be able to hold back any longer, she gave a final squeal and went limp. 

I buried my cock in her and held it there, throbbing, right at the brink of my own orgasm. I didn't actually come, but I was so close that I had a partial ejaculation and sort of a semi-climax. I don't know if all men are that way, but I do that and continue without so much urgency. 

Diane recovered very quickly from that explosive climax, and she pulled me down for more long, deep kissing. She whispered that she'd had an orgasm that was a thousand times better than the ones she'd had when I'd licked her clitoris.  

Those words from her sweet lips had a powerful effect on my male ego, and I'm afraid I responded with a hard, deep thrust into her.  She cried out in pain, and I felt the tip of my penis shove roughly into her little cervix. I told her I was sorry I'd hurt her, but she said it had only hurt for a moment. She could take all of me, but it required gentle stretching, not sudden thrusts.

She said she could feel a river flowing out of her, and that there was a puddle forming beneath her. I had ejaculated deep inside her, and my strokes had started pumping it out. I told her that was a natural part of making love, and that I could feel it flowing onto my balls.

After a few minutes of gentle, loving strokes, I could feel that tingle inside that meant I was going to come. I didn't want to hold back, because the tightness of her pussy was starting to rub the base of my dick raw. I don't think I could have stopped it anyway. It was time.

After a very long stroke deep into her, I reached the point of no return. I told her I was going to come, but I think she knew it anyway. She raised her knees higher, and I plunged more deeply into her than ever. That did it, I was coming.

In the throes of my climax, I no longer cared about hurting her. I pounded my cock into her little pussy as hard and fast as I could as my come gushed into her. The sounds she was making told me that she was feeling pleasure, not pain.

My orgasm was long, intense, and total. I gave her every last bit of my passion and semen, and I was totally spend when it was over. I lowered myself to kiss her and could tell that she was straining for an orgasm but not quite getting there. I wished I had something left to give her, but my release had been complete. I had nothing left.

My shrinking cock popped out of her with a wet sound, and I rolled off Diane onto my back. She came naturally into my arms as if we had done it a hundred times. Her head on my shoulder and hand on my chest. When the air in the room cooled me off, I pulled up the covers and we cuddled together. For several minutes, we exchanged sounds but not words. 

When Diane's shoulders started shaking, I realized she was crying. I whispered, "What's wrong, Sweetie? Did I hurt you that badly? Are you wishing we hadn't done what we just did?

She just shook her head and continued to cry silently for a couple of minutes. 

I asked her again what was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong, Darling," she said. "Absolutely nothing. I'm just so happy and in love that something had to come out. I think if I hadn't cried, I would have burst."

When she resumed crying, I held her tightly until she was finished. Then I kissed away her tears. Salty but still sweet. I feld indescribably good. 

We had a whispered conversation which mostly consisted of her asking sweetly naive questions and me trying to answer them as best I could. I had to explain that a penis needed time to recover before another erection was possible.  I assured Diane that it wasn't going to hurt the next time we made love. The hymen was a one-time thing. I made a promise that I'd try my best not to hurt her in the future by thrusting violently into her. I hoped I could keep the promise.

We both got out of bed and went to our separate bathrooms to clean up. My dick was definitely red and a little sore in places, but I decided it was well worth a little discomfort for the wonderful experience I'd just had. The washcloth I used came away with a pink color from Diane's virginal blood. I decided to keep the cloth as a souvenir.

In a few minutes were were back in bed, snuggled together, and the room dark. My little sweetie was yawning, and it was definitely getting to be time for some sleep.

Diane whispered that she hadn't been quite able to get to a second orgasm when I came, but she had enjoyed being able to feel my climax. 

I told her that people need to make love a few times to learn each others needs and to get the timing down right. I thought that, all things considered, our first try at making love had gone wonderfully. It was hard to imagine it being better.

After many kisses and "I love yous," we composed ourselves for sleep. Diane had decided she liked being the "front spoon." I fit myself to her back, she wriggled backwards a little to snuggle herself closer to me, I took a firm little breast in my hand, and we fit together perfectly. Her hair and shoulders had the sweet smell of a happy woman, and I'd never been so content and comfortable.  

As I felt myself drifting off to sleep, happily thinking that my little sweetie and I would be soon be making love again. 

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Diane & John Ch. 04



This is the fourth in a series of "Diane and John" stories.  They are about a young girl's introduction to love and sexuality by an older man.  "Part 1 - Diane" is her version of the story.  "Part 2 - John" is the same story from his perspective.  Diane and John hope you enjoy both versions. 

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Part 1 - Diane

We had started the day with a drive to Bodega Bay in the little red sports car.  I had never ridden in a car without a top, and it was fun.  My mind wasn't totally on the drive, though.  I'd had my first experience with sex, and I wanted more, more, more.  From time to time, John reached over to give my pussy a little caress.  I found myself thinking about making love and ignoring the scenery.

We checked into our motel shortly after noon, and I was thoroughly kissed as soon as we got into the room.  I'd found out about kissing recently, and I wasn't able to go very long without it. John and I shared a long, loving shower, and I gave him a nice hardon with my soapy hand.  I loved doing that. 

I wanted John to take me to bed right then, but he said there would be plenty of time for that later.  He was hungry, and wanted to go to lunch.  I'm a big eater, so I didn't argue.  Besides, he promised to take care of me ... thoroughly later.  That make me giggle, but I looked forward to it.  

We had lunch at a nice restautant where we could watch seals playing in the bay.  We held hands, and I was very much in love.   

We drove to the beach and had it almost to ourselves.  Since it was Sunday afternoon, the weekenders were mostly gone.  We walked along the shoreline holding hands, and the few people there probably thought we were father and daughter. 

 I may be about the right age, but my feelings for John certainly aren't those of a daughter for a father.  There are millions of his sperm swimming around inside me, too, and I'm sure that isn't something daughters usually have.  It's a lovely feeling to be around strangers and share that secret with my lover.  It's a little hard to get used to the fact that I'm what Mom's magazines call "sexually active."  Well, I've been sexualy active once, anyway.  I got my cher.... I'm not a virgin anymore.  Not after last night.

John was carrying his camera, and a nice fisherman we met took a picture of us with our arms around each other.  I tried my best to look at John as a daughter would, but I don't think I succeeded.  I'm sure if anyone had given us more than a casual glance, they would have known we were lovers.

We climbed around the rocks on the breakwater until we found a secluded spot, out of sight of anyone.  John wanted to take pictures of me.  Just for fun I pulled my tee shirt up over my braless breasts as he was taking a picture.  One thing led to another, and I found myself wearing less and less as more pictures were taken.  I was standing on top of a big rock, wearing nothing but RayBans and sneakers when there was a loud whistle behind me.  I turned around to see that three fishermen in a little boat had come around the point and were only about twenty yards away.  I yelped and jumped down to hide behing the rock, and I could feel myself blush from the ends of my short blonde hair to the tips of my toenails.  

After getting my clothes back on and lots of holding and reassurance from John, I finally recovered from my embarrassment.  A nice, deep, passionate, body rubbing kiss did wonders for getting me back to normal.  In fact, it got me into the mood for being taken back to the motel and fu ... made love to.  It was just last night that we made love, but I want it again already.  I wonder how often people ... do it.  Is there something wrong with me?  If there is, it sure feels good.

About an hour after the episode of those fishermen seeing me nude, I was getting ready to go naked in public again.  Well, not quite, but my new swimsuit sure didn't cover much.  It was the first time I'd had worn the little yellow bikini since I'd tried it on at the store.  It wasn't one of those thong bikinis, but it was sure a lot smaller than the one piece black suits the nuns at school had grudgingly let us wear at the pool.  There was no way I would ever wear something like that out in public without John close by, and even then I wore the robe over it on the way from the motel room to the pool.

The day had turned warm and sunny, and the pool was protected from the ocean breeze.  Perfect conditions for working on a tan.  There were a few older people around the pool, and I could see some middle aged male eyes on me when I took the robe off.  I had thought I would be bashful about appearing in front of strangers in that bikini, but I wasn't.  Well, not too much.  I decided it was because John was there with me.  With my Ray Bans, nobody could tell where I was looking, and it was fun to watch the men watching me.  One fat lady glared at her husband when she saw him staring at me.  John said I looked positively edible in my bikini, and that made me feel good but gave me the giggles.  

John said, "I like the way a giggle makes your tits wiggle."  That made me giggle (and wiggle) just that much more.  

I had been keeping a journal of all the things that happened to me by dictating into a little microcasette recorder John had bought me.  I wanted to keep it up to date, but I hadn't said anything to the recorder for two days.   It seems like I've had a lifetime of experiences since I started my  journal just a few days ago.  Can it only be two days since I sat on the patio at school, wearing that stupid uniform, and talking to my recorder about my first two days and nights with John?  I was a virgin then, and I hadn't even taken his big, warm penis in my mouth.  Huh, I'd never even seen a penis, and I sure didn't know what semen tasted like.  I still had the ponytail I grew up with.  My cherry, too. 

So much happened on Friday and yesterday, expecially yesterday.  I think that was one of those days that are never forgotten.  I wouldn't be surprised if today is another one.  Tomorrow, too, and the day after.  This is my once in a lifetime chance to experience a real, live fairy tale, and I'm going to love and remember every minute.

I asked John if he thought it would be okay to use my tape recorder there by the pool.  He said that would be fine, except that I had to keep my voice down so that the other people around the pool wouldn't get the news about what we had been doing.  He gave me the little card for the door to our room, and I trotted to the room and came back with the recorder.  

I spent about an hour (and three tapes) making a narrative of what had been done to me, for me, by me, and with me since my last conversation with the recorder.  What I'm writing at this moment is from one of those tapes.  I kept the recorder close to my mouth and my voice very low so that even John couldn't hear what I was saying.  Those thoughts were very private, and I didn't even want John to know everything I was thinking.  All those things happened in the last 48 hours!  Definitely the most eventful and momentous two days in my life.  There would sure be some heart attacks if certain people ever listened to these tapes!  

I noticed John looking at me and I asked what he was doing.  

He pulled his chair over until it touched mine and quietly said, "I'm admiring you, Sweetie.  You are absolutely beautiful, and looking at you makes me feel good.  You have a gorgeous face, and that new hair style is perfect for you.  You also have the most perfect legs I've ever seen on a woman.  You're still a little slim in the hips because you're so young, but your body is just about perfection.  Did they take your measurements at the dress shop when they fitted you for your new clothes?"

I was blushing with delight at the compliments, but I answered, "Yes, Darling, but they're not very impressive.  I'm 30-18-28, with an A+ bra size.  We cheated a little, and my new bras are B cup.  I hope I grow into them.  Oh, I'm four feet ten and weigh 84 pounds."

"Diane," John said, "those measurements actually are impressive.  It's the difference between your tiny waist and your bust and hips that counts, and anything over ten inches is spectacular.  You're just in miniature; tiny and flawless.  You're a lot different than the skinny nine year old who used to call me 'Uncle John.'"

I giggled and said, "I was in love you even when I was nine, you know.  In fact, I was eight when I decided I was in love with you.  I can't even remember not loving you, John."

"I guess you know now that you were much, much too naive to really be in love when you were nine," he said.  "Some people would say you're still too young."

I said, "Oh Lover, I didn't know enough about it four days ago to really be in love with you.  I thought I was, but now I know that it was just a crush of a girl for an older man.  That all started to change, though, the first time you kissed me.  Gosh, was that only last Wednesday?  That was my first real kiss, you know.  You've taught me a lot and I've learned so much about myself in the last few days.  Now I know about love from an adult point of view.  I know what it is, and that's changed everything.  Now I really do love you as a woman loves a man, and I seem to love you more every minute we're together.  Any don't you even think about me being too young for anything."

"You have a lot still to learn, Honey," John said.  "You're on the right track, though, and your hormones are definitely  in the right place.  I'm very lucky to be the one who watches, helps, and shares as you grow and learn.  That fat woman over there with the sunburned husband is staring daggers at you.  I think she resents a female who is young and beautiful and can wear a bikini like yours."

"I don't think she likes me," I giggled.  "Her husband has been staring at me ever since we came out to the pool.  It's fun wearing my Ray Bans so I watch men look at me.  I never noticed it before.  Do you think it's because they can tell I'm not a virgin anymore?"

John laughed and said, "No, Sweetie, I think it's probably that bikini you're wearing.  It doesn't leave much to the imagination, you know.  You have a lot of flawless hide exposed.  I don't blame men for staring at you.  Hell, I do it myself.  I know what's under those few scraps of yellow cloth, though, and that makes it even better for me.  I look at that tiny bra and think of breasts with silky skin and pink, puffy nipples.  I think about what's under the bikini bottom, too.  Firm, smooth butt, hairless little mound, and that part of you that can't be seen."  

I giggled, "Do you mean my pussy, Lover?"

John smiled and said, "Yeah, that tiny little pussy I love to kiss and the big, sensitive clitoris that responds so nicely to my lips and tongue.  Did you know your vagina squeezes my cock when you come, Honey?"

I could feel myself blushing as I said, "You mentioned that when we were ... doing it.  I was sort of busy, though, so I didn't ask you about it.  I didn't know I was doing it.  What was it like?"

He said, "Not just a squeeze, Honey.  It was squeeze-relax-squeeze-relax, like your pussy was sucking and milking my cock.  It was incredible, and I've never felt anything like it.  You have a very talented pussy, Sweetie."

I was still blushing, but with pleasure, and I said, "I'm glad you like it, John.  It's all for you.  It must be just the right size for your penis, because he made it big enough to fit.  I wasn't nearly that big before he arrived.  He's just a little too big for me, and that's perfect.  That means I get filled completely and then stretched to make room for more.  I love that feeling of being full and stretched.  Lover, do other couples talk like this in public places."

John laughed and said, "I don't know about other couples, but it seems natural for us.  Let's just keep our voices down.  I have to turn over on my stomach now, Honey.  Talking like this has given me a hardon, and I have to hide it before I get arrested.  You go ahead and finish your tapes, and I'll just lay here and look at you."

I blushed, but I loved hearing that John thought I was attractive.  He had told me before, but it was something I never got tired of hearing.  I was still insecure about being attractive to such a mature, sophisticated, handsome man, and I needed all the reassurance I could get.  Besides, what woman doesn't love to be told she's beautiful?  

I went back to my recorder and told it, in great detail, about the wonderful things that had happened the night before when I'd lost my virginity.

Along with the new feelings and experiences I'd had in the past several days, I had also been introduced to quite a few new words.  I asked John what a word meant when I didn't know, and he was very patient about answering my questions.   He liked teaching me things.  As I talked to my little recorder, I occasionally asked John how to spell a word so I would know when I went to type it into my computer.  I spelled those words out on the tape, and John seemed to get a kick out of the things I wasn't sure how to spell (cervix, Grand Marnier, testicle, champagne, fallopian, uterus, etc.).  

He laughed and said, "Honey, it sounds like you've been doing nothing but drinking and studying genital anatomy the last few days."  

I giggled and asked him how to spell 'genital.'  What it meant, too. 

By the time I had brought my taped diary up to date, my shoulders were starting to feel hot from the sun, like I was getting a little sunburn.  Also, telling the recorder about what had happened the night before made me want more of it.  The conversation John and I had about my pussy just added to the feeling.  

I had heard people use the word 'horny' before, but I had really never appreciated its meaning until then.  I could even feel my pussy moistening, and I didn't have to be told what that meant.  Is it really possible that I was a virgin less than ........ um .... sixteen hours ago?  I sure seem to be getting into this sex thing in a hurry.  Well, why not?  It's not only the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me, I can't even remember what's second best.  Well, love is right up there, too.  Love and sex are really the same thing, though, and I can't imagine having one without the other.  That combination is my favorite thing.

I turned off the recorder and asked John for the door card so I could go to our room for a couple of minutes.  He gave my bottom a little pat as I was putting on my robe.  There's no way I would walk around in this bikini without a robe over it.

When I got to the room, I gave my pussy a good washing.  For what I had in mind, I needed to be nice and fresh down there.  I dried myself thoroughly and got back into my bikini bottom and robe.  

I wore very little makeup, but I freshened it.  I didn't bother with the blusher. I've been blushing so much today I really don't need this stuff.

When I got back to the pool, the wind had gotten stronger and dark clouds were moving in from the ocean.  My shoulders were warm from the sun, but the rest of me was getting a little cold and I was ready to go inside.  Actually, being chilly on the outside had nothing to do with wanting to go inside. 

I leaned over close to John and said, "Lover, would you do something for me?"

"I'd do just about anything for you, Baby, and you know it," John whispered.  "What would you like me to do?"

"Well, first of all, I haven't been kissed in over an hour, and you're going to have to take care of that very soon."

John laughed and said, "I promise we'll get you kissed the very first second we're alone.  Is that all you wanted?"

I was suddenly embarrassed, and I stammered, "Well, there's one other thing.   ... um ... would you please take me inside and ...  kiss my ... uh ... kiss my pussy?  I'd really like that.  I just washed her, so she's nice and fresh."  I could feel myself blush from head to toe.

John seemed to ponder his answer for a moment, then he said, "I suppose I could do that, but only if I can kiss your lips, suck your nipples, and lick your thighs first.  Oh, and do you want the long, drawn-out, teasing kind of pussy kissing, or would you prefer the kind that gets you there in a hurry?"

I giggled and stood up, and as I was putting on my robe I quietly said, "Yes, definitely, to all those first parts, Lover, and I'll take either one of the options.  How about both?"  

I added, "Can we go right now, please?  I've been thinking about it for a while, and  I'm getting wet .... down there .... again.  I'm already getting a damp spot on my bikini, and I don't think I can wait much longer."

John laughed and stood up.  As we gathered up our things, I made sure I had my recorder and those tapes I had made.  Wouldn't it be a disaster if someone got ahold of those!  

As soon as the door was locked I slid myself into John's arms and we kissed very passionately.  It was one of those kisses that made me feel like I was floating about an inch above the floor and that my pussy was positively gushing.  

While we kissed John slid my robe off and unhooked my bikini bra.  I got it off without  breaking our kiss, and I loved the feel of my bare nipples  against his chest.  Well, they were really more against his stomach since I was so much shorter.  Our kiss caused a nice bulge in John's swimsuit, and I rubbed myself against him for encouragement.

John had me lie on the couch and he kneeled alongside and kissed me deeply.  I put a hand behind his head to pull his mouth hard against mine while I slid my tongue between his lips.  Still kissing, he reached down and slid the bikini down over my bottom to my knees, and I hooked it with a toe and pulled it off completely.  I was already breathing deeply and moaning from want, pleasure, and anticipation.  Thinking about those things while talking to the little tape recorder had really gotten me excited, and John's kisses had started me tingling.  

He kissed my throat and down to my breasts, and soon he had one of my nipples gently sucked between his lips while he circled it with his tongue.  The nipple he was sucking swelled and hardened, and the other one did the same without even being touched.   I looked down, and they were like little red berries standing out on my pale breasts.

John kissed his way downwards, stopping to put the tip of his tongue into my belly button.  That caused a tickly but nice feeling that made me giggle.  Then he brushed his lips down my flat tummy and nuzzled his nose and mouth through what would have been pubic hair if I'd had any.  That lovely tingle I was feeling grew stronger as his warm lips kissed towards my pussy.

I parted my legs in anticipation, and he put his hands under me and moved my bottom to the edge of the couch and moved the chair over for me to put one foot on.  There I was, wide open, knees wide, and ready.  The only thing I was wearing was a little makeup and some clear nail polish.  Oh, and White Shoulders.   I hope my pussy hasn't gotten too wet.  

John was kissing and licking the inner part of my thighs.  He looked up at me and said, "Diane, the skin of your inner thighs is the smoothest and softest anywhere on your body.  There and the skin on your breasts just below the nipples."  I guess he would know, he's kissed almost every inch of me.  I'm sure glad he likes kissing my skin.  I love it."

He kissed the very top of my cleft and whispered said, "I think I'll tease you until you beg me to let you come.  Does that sound okay?"  

"That sounds wonderful, Darling."  I whispered and pulled his hair to get his mouth where I wanted it.  "Please start right ... there."

He spread my inner lips with the tip of his warm, wet tongue, then I felt it slide right up into my vagina.  Mmm   That wonderful tongue of his explored inside me until it felt as if I was flowing like a river.  I whispered that I hoped I wasn't getting too wet, but John's mouth was too busy for him to answer, so it was apparently okay.  




Diane & John Ch. 04



The tip of his tongue found a spot inside me that was very sensitive.  It seemed to be just inside and on the top of my vagina, up towards my pubic bone.  John's tongue concentrated on that area, and it just about drove me out of my mind with pleasure.  My legs were quivering, I was squirming, and the only sounds I could make were something like Ahhhhhh & Mmmmmm. 

I could feel a sharper tingle build that meant a climax approaching, and John knew it too because he stopped licking there for a while.  Being almost to come is almost as good as actually doing it.  It drives me crazy, but I love it. 

After I had cooled down a little, his tongue found that spot again, and I was soon on the verge of an orgasm.  He moved to another area every time he sensed I was about to go over, then returned to that spot when I had cooled down a little.  Then he would repeat the process, over and over again, until I thought I was going to go crazy with pleasure and wanting to come.  

His tongue moved to my clitoris, and it was swollen and ready in anticipation.  My whole body jerked with the first lick, and, when he sucked it between his lips, I heard myself squeal with pleasure.  He held my clitoris sucked between his lips while he circled it very lightly and slowly with his tongue.  Just the slightest bit more pressure would have sent me over immediately, but John seemed to know exactly how much stimulation it took to keep me on the edge of orgasm without letting me go over.  

I was frantic, trembling inside with need and urgency.  I tried to speak, but it came out in kind of a grunt, "Ohhhhh, Lover.  Please don't stop, let me coooommmmmmme, pleeeease."  

He murmured, "Ummmmmm", and started sucking the whole swollen length of my button in and out between his lips, licking very rapidly when it was in his mouth. Ohhhhhh, that's going to do it! 

I could tell that he was going to let me go all the way, so I let go completely.  My entire mind and body seemed to explode into my climax.  

I moaned, grunted, squealed, shook, bucked, pulled his hair, and came and came and came and came.  I moved around so much that John had to hold my hips so he could keep his mouth at the right place.  I thought my climax would never stop, but I finally slid slowly down from that incredible peak of pleasure when I was just too exhausted to continue.

John kissed around my pussy and tummy while I regained my senses, continuing my pleasure while I came back down to earth.  I had almost fallen off onto the floor during my orgasm, and he put his hands under my bottom and lifted me back straight on the couch.  He got me arranged with my legs back together, stood up and looked at me as he licked his wet lips and said, "Yummy."  I giggled with what little strength I had remaining.   

He sat close to me on the edge of the couch and kissed me gently but passionately.  I could taste me on his mouth, a little salty but a very pleasant taste, considering that it had come from me and was on him.  I love the taste of my pussy on his kiss.  I wonder if all women taste the same.  He seems to like the taste of me.  Oh, I love him and the pleasure he gives me.

He whispered, "Are you okay, Baby?  That was a big one."

I said, "Oh Darling, I'm so much better than okay.  I feel wonderful.  I wish I could describe the pleasure you just gave me.  I'd love to be able to tell you how it feels when your tongue is licking that special spot inside me.  There aren't any words, though.  I'd love to be able to share the feeling I get when you suck and lick my button, but it's indescribable.  And what I feel when I go over.  Oh, how I wish you could know."  

He kissed me and whispered, "No, Baby, those things can't be described with words.  They can only be experienced.  You share the pleasure you feel with me, though.  You make lovely, sexy noises that are more expressive than any words.  The way your body moves, the way you breath, your squirming, the way your pussy moistens ... You're really very expressive, and I love that about you.  

After one of our many kisses, I said, "John, Lover, I think it's my turn.  I want to make love to you."

"What did you have in mind, Diane?"

I could feel myself blush as I said, "I'd like to suck your .... um ..... cock.  Until you come in my mouth.  I've only done it once, and I'd like to try again.  You told me I had the potential to be a 'world class cocksucker,' and I need some practice if I'm going to get that good.  Besides, after the wonderful pleasure you just gave me, I feel like I sort of owe you something in return."

John said, "Honey, don't ever feel you owe me anything.  Love doesn't work that way.  I'd love to have you suck my cock, but I wouldn't want it if I thought you were doing it because you thought you had to."

"Oh, John, that wasn't what I meant, at all.  I guess I didn't say it right.  What I meant was that I wanted to do something to return the pleasure you gave me.  Is that okay?"

Then I giggled, "Now will you please cooperate so I can practice becoming a world class cocksucker?"

John kissed me, stood up to take off his swim suit, then he sat, nicely naked, in the big chair.

I got the extra pillow from the couch to kneel on, and pushed his knees apart, just like he had shown me the first time I sucked his penis.  

He was about halfway erect, laying up along his stomach, and looked yummy.  I took him in my hand and found that he was already leaking that slippery fluid from the little slit in his tip.  I asked John why he was doing that before I had even started, and he said he'd become aroused while kissing my pussy and that was the result.  Kissing my pussy turns him on.  I love that!  Sucking him does the same thing to me.  He gets hard and I get wet. 

I liked the feel of the slippery stuff, so I used my hand to milk some more out and leaned forward to spread it all over his penis with my lips and tongue.  That must have felt good, because he quickly started getting even bigger and stiffer.  When I slid my lips down over him and took him as far back in my mouth as I could, he became wonderfully big, hot, and hard.  I could feel the big veins with my tongue.  

I circled my thumb and forefinger to hold Herman's base and took him out of my mouth to get a good look.  I hadn't had much opportunity to really examine John's penis, and I wanted to learn all about him.  

There wasn't much light coming in from outside, so I asked John to turn on the lamp next to the chair so I could see Herman better.  The light wasn't very bright, but it gave me a chance to examine the part of John that gave me so much excitement and pleasure.  While I was inspecting, I kept Herman's interest up with occasional licks, sucks, and strokes of my hand from tip to base.  He was so swollen and hard that the head turned a purplish color.  I love being able to make him that way.  That means I excite John sexually, and that makes me feel so good.  The skin was smooth as satin to my lips, and I liked the way the slippery fluid flowed out of Herman's little slit.  

I took him back into my mouth and sucked up and down several times, and this caused him to really start twitching and throbbing.  Could this possibly feel as incredibly wonderful to John as his sucking my clitoris does to me?  There's probably no comparison, but he sure likes what I'm doing.

John murmured little sounds of pleasure and whispered how good what I was doing felt.  I love doing this.  I think love means that giving your lover pleasure is just as good as taking the pleasure he gives you.  Well, almost.  I hope he isn't about to have an orgasm, I'm not nearly through with him.  I want to do like he did to me, tease him until he begs me to let him come. 

I would suck while sliding him in and out between my lips for a while, then stop to let him cool off a little.  That prevented him from coming and gave my jaws a little rest, too.  During these pauses I could smile at him, tell him how much I liked making love to him and how good Herman felt in my mouth.  John told me he loved to watch me suck him, and the sight was almost as erotic as the feel.  He said he would like to take a picture of me doing it, but he didn't want to get up for the camera.  I wanted pictures of that, too, so I offered to get the camera, but he told me to get back to what I was doing.  Well, okay, but I'm going to have the camera handy next time.

During one of the jaw-resting-and-John-cooling-off pauses I asked if it was okay if I felt his testicles.  He said he would like that, but to be gentle with them and not to forget Herman while I was playing with the boys.  'The boys' made me giggle, but he pulled my head down and stuffed my mouth with penis.  That sure stops the giggles.

I very gently lifted his testicles in my hand and removed Herman from my mouth so I could look at what I was holding.  The testicles and the bag they were in felt strange, in a sexy way.  The skin was kind of funny; it seemed thin and bumpy.  Hairy, too.  When I thought of the funny  word 'scrotum' I would have giggled, but my mouth was full by then.  

I fondled them by rolling them in my hand, and this seemed to feel very good to John.  I suddenly just had to find out what a testicle felt like in my mouth, so I carefully pulled one towards me with my fingers, opened as wide as possible, and closed my lips over it.  Then I sucked it gently.  

It was warm and a little hairy, but I didn't mind.  This is where all those sperm he puts inside me are made and what makes John a man.  It's very sensitive, so be careful not to hurt him.  I'm going to see if he likes me to suck it in and out of my mouth.  I did that several times, and he made it clear that he liked it a lot.  

I got one of the hairs from John's scrotum in my mouth, and it started driving me crazy.  I couldn't get it with my tongue, so I had to stop everything while I found it with my finger.  I pushed it way back on my tongue and swallowed it.  

John said, "What the hell are you doing, Diane?"   

When I told him, he laughed and said I was 'lewd.'  I had never heard that word before, and when he told me what it meant I giggled and asked him how to spell it.

The hair was taken care of, so I went back to big, warm Herman and found a continuous flow from his little slit, and the fluid had become slightly white.  I took his head in my mouth, sucked hard, and milked him by taking the base of the shaft between my thumb and forefinger and squeezing as I moved my hand up on him.  I was rewarded with a nice thick flow of semen.  This was the stickier, thick kind, like when he had a climax.  When the semen got like this the other time I sucked him, it seemed to mean he was about to come.  The thick, sticky semen is what came out when he went over.  I'm not going to tease him and make him beg.  I want him to come in my mouth, and I don't want to wait for it.

I asked John if he would come if I sucked him in and out of my mouth while I fondled his testicles, and he said he could guarantee that he would, and would I please do that right now because he felt like he was about to explode.

I experimented with taking all I could in my mouth, then sucking until my cheeks hollowed.  I relesed the suction, then did it again.  John really seemed to love that.  I couldn't do it for very long without resting my jaws, though.  

His testicles had gotten sort of drawn up tight against his body so that I really couldn't do much with them.  I wanted to ask him about that, but I knew he wouldn't care much about answering questions right then.  I decided to just concentrate on doing everything I knew to please him and give him the best orgasm possible.  I had only done it once before, but I had more confidence and thought I knew a little more about giving him pleasure.  At least I knew what to expect when he did come.  

The last thing I said before I took a mouthful of big, warm cock was, "I'm not going to stop this time, Lover.  It's going to stay in my mouth until you're all finished."  

And it didn't.  I got busy, with my lips tight around him, my head bobbing slowly up and down, my tongue licking as I sucked him in and out.  I couldn't really hold 'the boys' because they were drawn up tightly, so I just sort of petted them.  

I could feel the excitement and urgency build in him, and I was  getting pretty aroused myself.  I could feel the juices flowing in my pussy.  I tried to add to his pleasure by making a  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm with my throat to make a vibration.  John seemed to love that.  I wanted his orgasm to be as powerful as the one he had given me.  

As he said, "Oh, Diane Baby, don't stop now," I felt Herman suddenly get so big that I don't think I could have gotten him out of my mouth if I had wanted to.  He gave a powerful throb, and John's testicles became drawn up very tightly.  

I had him deep in my mouth when the first spurt of semen came, and I could feel most of it go right down my throat.  I didn't even have to swallow.  I sucked, licked, bobbed my head, and Mmmmmmmmmmmmm'd while gusher after gusher poured out into my mouth.  I kept it up until the come stopped coming and he slowly started to shrink.  

With my jaws wide open and my mouth still full of warm penis, I managed to successfully swallow everything I had sucked and licked out of John.  I continued to suck, lick, milk, and swallow until I had every drop and his penis was about half the size it had been when he had started to come.  

This time I didn't lose a drop, and I didn't get come in my hair and all over my face.  I don't think there was as much semen as the other time he came in my mouth.  It seems a little sweeter and less salty than the first time I tasted it.  I wonder if the taste really does change, or is it just me.  I love to make love to my lover.  I love to feel him respond to my touches.  I love to feel him have a climax and swallow his come.  I can really feel his orgasm when he does it in my mouth. 

I opened my mouth to say something, but all I got was a loud 'smack,' and that started me giggling.  My lips and the inside of my mouth were coated with thick, sticky semen, so I couldn't speak without smacking. I'm sure glad I don't have those darn braces anymore.  I'd never get the come out of them.  Wouldn't the orthodontist have been surprised! 

I giggled my way into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth and wiped my lips and chin with a towel.  Then I came out into the room to find the lamp off and John in bed under the covers.  It had gotten cloudy outside, so the room was dark and cool.  

He pulled the covers aside for me, and I slid into bed beside him.  He folded me into his arms, and we had a lovely full body contact kiss.  

John whispered, "Your mouth is still a little cummy, Sweetie.  It tastes good on you, though."  He stopped my giggles with a kiss.  

John said he thought a nap would feel good, and I snuggled even closer.  I was on my side, nestled against him, his arm around me, my head on his shoulder, and I thought I had never been so cozy and comfy.  

I whispered, "John, are we going to ...you know ... do it tonight?"

He said, "If you're talking about fucking, Sweetie, I'll gaurantee that will happen at least once."

I just snuggled myself closer against him.

Ohh, this is lovely.  I had a wonderful climax, and I gave my lover one, too.  We're both sleepy and satisfied, and I'm so happy at the pleasure I gave him.  I didn't realize how sleepy I was.  It's so wonderfully warm and snug in John's arms.  I'm going to get ... we're going to make love tonight, and I can hardly wait.  I'm very sleepy now, though.  I know I'm going to be asleep in about ten seconds.  

And I thought I'd outgrown naps.

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Part 2 - John

We drove over to the coast that morning, and I used it an excuse to give my little Mazda Miata some exercise.  It isn't much for power, but the car is fun to drive on winding roads.  I enjoy throwing it around turns, shifting the five speed, and making a lot of noise.  Of course, my passenger was the little blonde who had suddenly dropped into my life a few days before.

Diane seemed to enjoy the top-down drive as much as I did.  She was very easy to please, and I found myself loving the little things I could to do make her happy.  I was experiencing feelings that I hadn't had since that rush of first love I'd felt with my first girlfriend as a teenager.  I wouldn't have believed that I could fall for a girl her age, but I was incredibly attracted to her beauty, enthusiasm, budding sexuality, and joy of living.  I felt younger than I had in years, and I had a semi-erection almost all the time.

We checked into our motel as soon as we got to Bodega Bay, because Diane was needing a kiss very badly, and I didn't want to make her wait.  Her newfound sexuality was something I joyfully shared.  I had forgotten how good simply kissing a woman could be, and my little sweetie was a very enthusiastic kisser.

One thing led to another, and we ended up in the shower together, another first for Diane.  My most vivid memories of that shower are the feel of her sleek body and the painful erection she gave me with her soapy hand.  Diane really loved her ability to give me a hardon, and it didn't completely leave me until ... we'll get to that.

I had a lunch of clam chowder, crusty sourdough bread, and chenin blanc at a restaurant overlooking the bay.  With all that lovely seafood available, she had a cheeseburger.  Actually two cheeseburgers.  I was  constantly amazed at the amount of food an eighty five pound girl could put away.  Pound for pound, she was the most efficient eating machine I'd ever seen.  She was discovering an equally large appetite for sex.  I was helping with the sexuality, but she certainly didn't need any help in the eating department.

After lunch we walked on the beach and ended up on the beakwater.  In a place hidden from view,   I was taking a picture of her, and Diane teasingly hiked up her tee shirt to show me her bare breasts.  It soon got out of hand, and I was taking pictures of her wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers.  She had quickly learned of the effect her lovely body had on me, and she showed little hesitation about showing it off.

She was very embarrassed when a boat with several fishermen suddenly appeared and they got a good look had her naked body.  After some hugging, kissing, and reassurance, Diane was able to laugh about it.  She decided to keep her clothes on in public places in the future, though.

Back at the motel, we changed into our swimsuits and went to the pool.  Diane had a new yellow bikini that looked wonderful on her, but she was a little shy about taking off her robe.  A few men around the pool gave her some very appreciative stares.  

We sat around the pool with me reading and admiring her body. Diane dictated a diary of her experiences into a little microcasette recorder.  I kept a close eye on the tapes, because there were some very personal things on there.  

After an hour or so, she haltingly asked me if I would take her to our room and kiss her pussy.  Her deep blush stood out beautifully against the bright yellow of her bikini.  She may have been inexperienced and shy, but Diane had had a taste of sex, and she knew what she wanted.  I  was more than willing to oblige.

Within sixty seconds of reaching our room, I had her naked and laid back on the couch.  I kissed her hungrily, and she returned my kisses with equal passion.  

As I kissed my way down her throat towards her breasts, Diane's skin was warm from the sun and silky smooth.  She had the most perfect skin it had ever been my pleasure to look at and kiss.  




Diane & John Ch. 04



Her pink, puffy nipples were partially hard with anticipation, and a brush of my lips brought them to full erection.  Like little red berries on the pale skin that had been protected from the sun by her bikini top.  Every inch of Diane's skin was smooth and perfect, but the skin on the underside  of her breasts was the softest, warmest, and smoothest I had ever encountered.  My lips kept returning there to delight in the feel of her.  

Diane wanted me to pay attention to her waiting nipples, and she wasn't hesitant about pulling my hair to get my mouth where she wanted it.  When I got to them, her little nipples were swollen and hard, begging for attention.  I had no sooner sucked a nipple between my lips when she gave an involuntary 'Ohhhhh' of delight.

When her sensitive nipples had been thoroughly licked, sucked, and caressed, my kisses moved downwards on her smooth belly.  More flawless, warm, sensitive skin that was a delight to kiss.  The tip of my tongue in her navel made her giggle, then I licked my way down to that tiny patch of cottony fuzz atop her prominent mound. It was so sparse and blonde that it was nearly invisible, but it felt soft and sensuous to my lips.

As I neared the top of her cleft, my little lover was becoming impatient.  She knew where she wanted my mouth.  Diane spread her legs wider, lifted her hips, and pulled my hair to get my mouth onto her pussy.

She had been wanting her pussy kissed since we were outside at the pool, and I decided not to make her wait any longer.  The time for teasing and letting her anticipation build were over, and I wanted to give her what she had been so embarrassed to ask for.  Diane may have been shy about asking me to kiss her pussy, but there was absolutely no hesitation about having it done.

Her little pussy was hypersensitive from anticipation.  The smooth, hairless outer lips were already partially spread before my tongue touched them.  I could see the delicate pink inner lips and her big, beautiful clitoris waiting for my tongue.  The taste and scent of clean, aroused woman were delightful, and her juices were flowing nicely.  

After a few caresses with my tongue, her lips were parted comepletely, and her clitoris was swollen so that its head was uncovered.  When I slid my tongue into her vagina, I found it to be as small and tight as before, but her hymen was definitely gone.  My cock throbbed at the remembrance of entering her tiny pussy and tearing her membrane the night before.

As with most women, Diane had a spot on the roof of her vagina, just inside the entrance, that was extremely sensitive.  As soon as I found it with the tip of my tongue, she cried out with pleasure and pulled my hair to get more.  I licked that spot until I could sense her orgasm approaching, then I left it to explore less sensitive areas.

When I had brought her close to a climax several times, she moaned that I was driving her crazy, and that she wanted to come.  Experience told me that the time for sweet teasing was over.  My little blondie needed to come.  

Diane called her clitoris "my button," and that's exactly what it was.  Her orgasm button.  I swirled my tongue around the head a few times, and her entire body became tense with anticipation.  She knew I wasn't going to tease her this time, and she was ready.  

I sucked her big clitoris between my lips, held it there, and started licking its length.  That was like lighting her fuse, and when she came it was like a space shuttle launch.  She announced the onset of her climax with a loud grunt, then she moaned, squealed, groaned, and grunted delightfully through a long, intense orgasm.  It ended with a high pitched shriek, and she suddenly went limp.

Diane had almost thrown herself off the couch during her climax, so I gently moved her to a comfortable position and covered her with a blanket.  When I gently kissed her, she whispered that she liked the taste of her pussy on my lips.

I was learning that Diane's postorgasmic moods varied greatly.  I had expected her to be sleepy after that big climax, but she immediately sat up and announced that it was "my turn."

She knew exactly what she wanted, and since it involved getting my cock sucked, I certainly wasn't going to argue.  

In no time, she was kneeling between my knees with my hardening penis in her hand.  Her cool hand on my hot cock was so exciting that I was fully erect almost immediately.  Diane had me turn on the light so she could give Old Edgar a good inspection.  She had never gotten a good look at a hard cock before, so she studied it very carefully.  An occasional stroke and lick kept my attention focused while she did her inspection.

By the time she finished her examination, my cock was throbbing and the precum was flowing.  My little blondie had quickly learned how she affected me, and she loved having that power over me.  

Diane licked my dick like it was an ice cream cone and spread a coating of saliva and my juices all over it.  Then she smiled up at me, took the tip between her lips, and lowered her head until she had at least four inches of my throbbing cock in her mouth.  The sight and feel of her warm mouth sliding down to engulf me was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.

I could feel the entrance to her throat against the tip of my cock as she tried to take in even more of me.  Most women would have gagged, but Diane had no problem with it.  When she had satisfied herself that she had as much as possible, she started sliding her soft lips up and down the length of my shaft.  Up until only the tip remained between her lips, then down until she couldn't take any more.  

The combination of her saliva and my precum made a delightfully smooth lubrication between her soft lips and my hard cock.  Although this was only the second time she had every had a cock in her mouth, she did it wonderfully.  My little lover was naive and inexperienced, and it showed when she was a bit unsure of what to do.  She had a warm, soft mouth, though, and was extremely eager to please me.  Her enthusiasm more than make up for any shortcomings in technique.  

I told her she had a natural talent for cocksucking, and she blushed.  She had to remove my cock from her mouth for a little giggle, but I could tell she was happy that she was pleasing me.  

Diane was fascinated by my testicles, and she spent some time exploring them with her fingers and mouth.  I instructed her on just how I liked my balls sucked, and she did a lovely job.

By the time she got my cock back in her mouth, it was flowing continuously, and I knew an orgasm was going to happen soon.  Little cum bubbles were forming and popping at the corners of her mouth.  I asked if she wanted me to come, and she nodded 'yes' without removing my cock from her mouth.  A thick rope of cum hung daintily from her lower lip.

Diane asked me if she could try something before I came.  I was more than willing for her to try anything that involved sucking my cock.  

She slid my into her mouth until I could feel the entrance to her throat.  Then she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing from the suction.  She released the suction.  She applied suction again.  This suck-stop-suck-stop felt absolutely wonderful, and I let her continue until I was about one suck away from coming right down her throat.  I pulled her short blonde hair to yank her mouth off my cock, and it came out of her mouth with a loud  slurp.

She giggled, wiped her chin, and asked if I had liked that.  I replied by gently pushing her head down, and she took me into her warm, soft mouth.  She took me deep and started that suck-stop-suck-stop again.  This time I didn't try to stop her.  Diane and I could both feel my orgasm approaching, and we both wanted it to happen.

I had passed the point of return, and we both knew it.  As she fondled my testicles with her fingers, she started sliding her soft mouth rhythmically up and down the length of my cock.  She knew I was going to come, and she made mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm humming sound with her throat  that added another element of pleasure to my imminent orgasm.  

I heard myself groan as that first spasm of my climax started, and Diane's brow furrowed with concentration.  She had me deep in her mouth when the first gusher of semen arrived, and it felt like it spurted right past her tonsils and down her throat.  What an incredible feeling!

My little lover sucked, licked, and fondled as I gushed time after time into her sexy mouth.  Watching her pretty face in concentration giving me pleasure added to the intensity as I came in her mouth.  My climax was long, hard, complete, and wonderful.

When I was totally spent and softening, I asked her to please stop.  Diane hadn't yet learned when I could no longer stand it, but that was certainly better than having her stop too soon.  

She removed my cock from her mouth and started so say something.  All she got was a "smack" because of the sticky semen, so she contented with giving me a very cummy grin and giggle.  Her attempts to blow a cum bubble were interesting but unsuccessful.

Diane went giggling and smacking to the bathroom, and I cleaned myself up with a handy towel.  Little blondie got only average marks for neatness, but she was very loving and eager to please.  I certainly wasn't gong to complain, because she was becoming a wonderful cocksucker.

Empty and exhausted, I got between the cool sheets of the bed.  An afternoon of sun and loving, topped off with having my cock wonderfully sucked caused me to need a nice, rejuvenating nap.  

Diane soon slid under the covers with me, and I delighted at having her smooth, warm body in my arms.  After kisses that still tasted slightly of semen, we settled into a comfortable embrace.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, she whispered, "Lover, I hope your won't be too tired to fu.. make love to me tonight."

I fully planned to fuck her crosseyed that evening, but I just told her I would do my best.

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Diane & John Ch. 05



This is the fifth in a series of "Diane and John" stories. They are about a young girl's introduction to love and sexuality by an older man. "Part 1 - Diane" is her version of the story. "Part 2 - John" is the same story from his perspective. Diane and John hope you enjoy both versions.

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Part 1 - Diane

When I'd gotten up that morning, I had been so sore. I'd never even been able to get even a finger or a tampon in my vagina before, and that big, hard penis of John's had barged around in there so wonderfully the night before ... well, no wonder I hurt. 

The day had started with an exhilarating drive to the coast in a little red sports car. I'd loved the feeling of the wind in my hair, going fast, having fun. I loved the driver, too. I didn't even mind having to sit on a slightly sore pussy.

John had found a very nice motel in Bodega Bay, and we'd walked on the beach and sat by the pool for much of the afternoon.

The high point of the day had been when we came in from the pool. John had kissed my pussy lovingly and just the way I'd come to like it. He had teased me, thrilled me, and made me wait until I thought I was going to go crazy if he didn't let me come. When he finally did, my orgasm was long and wonderful. 

As soon as I'd had recovered from that beautiful climax, I returned the favor by sucking his penis. I wanted to give him a cock sucking that would be as good for him as the pussy kissing had been for me.

I was learning that giving someone you love pleasure is almost as good as getting it yourself. Almost. I knew that John had been teasing when he said I had the potential to be a "world class cocksucker," but that I needed practice. I was serious about it, though, and I intended to get all the practice he would let me have. I knew he'd had many women before I came along, but I was determined to give him more love and pleasure than all the others combined. Besides, I liked the feeling of his hot penis in my mouth and the way I could make it throb, jerk, and spurt.

I'd given John's penis a very loving sucking, and he seemed nicely satisfied. I'd been much neater than the first time I tried it, and I didn't get come in my hair and all over my face. I had swallowed every drop and was quite proud of myself. I'd loved the feeling of getting him huge and making him gush semen into my mouth. Come wasn't the greatest thing I'd ever tasted, but it wasn't bad, and I really enjoyed getting it. 

Satisfied and sleepy, we had gotten into bed for a nap. I'd slept in my lover's arms for almost two hours, until we were awakened by a crash of thunder. A storm had come in while we'd been loving and sleeping.

We had a nice picnic dinner of finger food and lots of champagne in bed while we watched a science fiction movie. The movie wasn't very good, but I loved the food, champagne, and my companion.

After we finished eating and cleared away the debris, we were sitting in the bed, watching the movie. John had his arm around me, and he said, "Sweetie, do you really want to watch any more of this movie?"

I said, "It really isn't much good, is it? What else did you have in mind?"

"I've been thinking about something you might like," he said. "How about a good fucking?"

I giggled, nodded my head, and got out of bed to go brush my teeth.

I came back into the bedroom, and light from two candles gave a nice romantic glow. John was in bed waiting for me, and he pulled the covers aside. I stepped out of my slippers and slid into bed next to him. The sheets were cool and his body was warm; a nice contrast. 

He pulled me almost roughly to him, and held me very tightly as we kissed. He seems just as anxious for this as I am. How wonderful. 

He kissed me deeply, and in no time I was kissing him back with equal passion. We were both trying to get even closer to the other. Our arms around each other, legs intertwined, tongues sharing, his penis growing big and hard between us, my pussy moistening. Oh, I want him so much. 

John managed to get the little nightie off me without breaking our kiss, and we were warmly, wonderfully naked together. 

The nightie sure didn't stay on very long. When we're lying together like this, it doesn't matter that I'm sixteen inches shorter than he is. When we're in bed, we're just the same size. Perfect.

I could feel John's warm penis poking my tummy, so I reached between us and took him in my hand. He was fully erect, hot, and throbbing. John said my hand felt cool and exciting. Ohhh, my wonderful cock is ready for me. Am I ever ready for him!  

John put his hand between my legs and I parted my thighs eagerly to give him access to me. His finger found my cleft, then my entrance, and he slid it deep into my waiting vagina.

"Your pussy is very wet already, Baby," he whispered.

"And you're warm and hard, Darling. I think they're ready for each other."

He said, "They're definitely ready, but what about foreplay?"

"What's that?"

"Foreplay involves the gentleman stroking, kissing, and otherwise stimulating the lady in order to get her in the mood for sexual intercourse."

I giggled and said, "I guess you forgot to tell me what it was called. It seems like we do that all the time. I think we've we've been doing foreplay continually for about two days. I sure don't need any more stimulation, and I couldn't possibly be any more in the mood, Lover."

John told me to get up, turn around, and straddle him. I didn't understand what he meant, but I got to my hands and knees beside him and faced the foot of the bed. The next thing I knew, I was picked up and put back down with my knees on either side of his chest. After he positioned me, I felt his mouth on my pussy and a warm, wet tongue searching for my entrance.

I saw his erect cock right in front of my face, and it didn't take me long get the idea. I took a warm penis in my mouth to match the warm tongue in my pussy. Oh, this is wonderful. I would never have thought of this. We can .... do each other at the same time. I think I can get more of him into my mouth at this angle. What his tongue is doing to my pussy is wonderful, and being able to suck him at the same time makes it even better. Mmmm, I love having a mouthful of cock and a vagina full of tongue.

When John started licking my clitoris, I immediately started feeling those first little tinglings that could start me towards an orgasm. I didn't know if he wanted me to come, and I couldn't ask because I had a mouthful of hot, throbbing penis. 

I just let his tongue on my button carry me and tried to give him as much pleasure as possible. It was hard to concentrate, though, and I may have scraped him with my teeth a little. I bobbed my head, licked, and sucked and fondled his testicles with my fingers. I must have been doing well, because he was as hard as a brick, throbbing, and the slippery stuff was flowing continuously.

What John was doing to my button was driving me towards a climax, and sucking his cock made me even more excited. I knew I was going to come, and I just let it happen. My sounds of pleasure were muffled because I was trying to do it around a mouthful of penis.

Finally, I was right on the edge of going over. I was going to come, and there was no going back. I took John's penis out of my mouth, afraid I might lose control and bite him. 

When I fell into that wonderful sea of orgasm, I forgot all about the throbbing cock lying against my cheek. I heard myself squeal, and after that it was just  orgasm, orgasm, orgasm.

I had just started to come down when John picked me up and turned me around. The next thing I knew, I was on my back, legs apart, and the tip of his penis was searching for my entrance. 

John gave a push, and he slid a little ways in, opening me as he went. A couple of pushes more, and I had the full, hot, throbbing length of that wonderful penis buried inside me. I may not be a virgin anymore, but he still feels huge. I love the feeling of being full and stretched. I hope he never makes me so big inside that I don't feel that. 

I had John's entire penis in my pussy, and I could feel his testicles against my bottom. I hadn't completely finished the orgasm from having my clitoris licked, and before he even started moving inside me I was coming again.

John held still inside me, and I could feel the walls of my vagina squeeze his cock as my orgasm consumed me. My pussy would squeeze-relax-squeeze, milking him, as the waves of my climax flowed through me. 

My bells rang, I saw red and yellow flashes although my eyes were tightly closed, I was making noises between clenched teeth, I was straining with my mind and body to go ever higher and prolong my wonderful orgasm.

As I started to come down from my peak, John was sliding his penis slowly in and out of me. That kept my orgasm going, although he was letting me very gradually come down. Rather than coming down from my peak with a crash, he made it a long, sweet wonderfully prolonged downward spiral. 

When I was back to normal, John slid his penis out of me. Then he got from between my legs and lay down on his side close to me. I felt that wonderful, warm cock filling me again.

With me on my back and John on his side, our bodies were at an angle, and since he wasn't between my legs we couldn't get face to face. I was a little disappointed that we couldn't kiss in that position, but I soon found out that there were some wonderful advantages. 

John started moving big, warm Herman in and out of my pussy, and it was totally, absolutely, incredibly, fabulously wonderful. He would pull him out until only the tip was inside me, then slide back in until I was full of him and being wonderfully stretched again. 

When we had done it with John on top of me, Herman had slid along my clitoris with every stroke, and I was almost constantly either building up to an orgasm, having one, or coming down from one. That was wonderful, but in this new position, my button wasn't being constantly rubbed, so I could enjoy the lovely feeling of being fucked without the urgency of a climax.

My vocabulary has sure degenerated in the past day or so. No, that's not a dirty word when used to describe what's happening to me right now. I'm being gloriously fucked by the man I love, and there's nothing dirty about that. It's the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. Oh, God, how I love him fucking me. Ohhhh, if he keeps that up I'm going to go over! No, I don't want to come yet, I want to float on my cloud of ecstacy. 

He didn't go as deep in that position, so that exciting and slightly painful feeling of having my insides moved around wasn't as strong. The new position was every bit as wonderful as having him on top of me, but in a different way. It was a more sweet and gentle way to make love. I whispered what I was feeling and thinking to John.

He whispered, "Baby, this way I don't feel so much urgency either, and that will make it last longer. Are you comfortable? You promise to tell me if you're getting sore."

"I'm very comfortable, and I'd like this to last forever. Ooohh, that Astroglide makes it so smooth. Are there lots of different ways to make love, Darling?"

"There are about as many ways to make love as people are willing to try, Sweetheart."

I said, "Can we try them all? Will you teach me all those ways?"

"Well, there are some things that are a little far out and probably painful that I think we could do without, but I'd love to show you the ways I think are best. We'll try everything and see what's best for us."

"Oh, John, Lover, I love what you're doing to my nipples. You can't use your hands on me when you're on top. This way I get your big, warm cock in my pussy and your hands on me, too. What you're doing to my nipples is really exciting. It kind of adds to the pleasure you're giving my pussy. I wish you could kiss me, though. Is it okay to call your penis a cock?"

"You can call my cock anything you want, Baby. That's the nice thing about different positions. Different ways to enjoy and love each other. I think you're learning something else that's very loving and intimate; talking while making love. Do you like that?"

He was right. Our whispered conversation about very intimate things was definitely adding to the lovely physical feelings. "I love talking with you like this. It is okay to talk dirty when we're making love? I'd like to hear you talk about fucking me. Tell me what it's like to fuck me, John."

"Oh, Baby, that feels so wonderful. Your little pussy is so hot and tight on my cock. I love fucking you. Ooohh, do I love fucking you!"

John stroked Herman into me very fast and deep a few times, then held him deep inside me. I felt him get bigger than ever, throbbing and jerking. Then there was that hot, wet feeling spreading through my pussy. 

He held still and shrank a little, then started stroking in and out again. After a few strokes he was as big and hard as ever, and a stream of semen was starting to run out of me, down the crack of my behind, and a puddle was forming on the sheet.

"Darling, did you just gusher into me? Lots of those little parts of you to swim around inside me?"

"Honey, your pussy is so tight and warm that I feel like coming all the time. It got so intense I had to let off some of the pressure. You got your few million of my sperm, and now I don't feel such an urgent need to come."

"It can't possibly last long enough, Lover," I whispered. "I could never get enough of this. I'm afraid you're pumping your semen out of me, though. I can feel it running out. I hope there will still be some sperms left up inside me."

"I don't think you're in any danger of running out of sperm, Baby. I'll give you some more soon. I can feel it running out of you, too. Some of it's flowing over my balls. We're making a lovely mess down there, and it's going to get a lot messier. Hope you don't mind."

"Mind? I love it. I love your semen in my pussy. It makes it so smooth and warm. It even feels sexy running out of me. It's making a puddle."

John slid his hand from my breasts down over my tummy and stroked my mound. With what was going on in my vagina, everything felt sexy. He slid a finger down my cleft and gathered up some of the slipppery mixture that was flowing out of me and spread it around on my nipples. Wow, does that ever feel good! Then he put a fingertip on my button, and a little jolt of electric excitement went through me. He started stroking the length of my clitoris very, very gently with his fingertip while he slowly fucked me.

"Lover, do you have any idea what that's doing to me? I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin. I don't think I can stand that much longer. Oooohhhhhh, please don't stop. Don't stop! If you stroked my button just a tiny bit harder or fucked me a little faster I think I'd go over. What you're doing is just keeping me on the edge. Don't stop, don't stop, please. I know you like to tease me, but are you trying to drive me crazy? Oh, God, I can't stand it, I've got to come. Darling, let me come, pleeeeease."

He didn't say anything and didn't change what he was doing. I was just at the edge of an orgasm, and I wanted so badly to come. I was trying to strain to get myself over, but that didn't work, and John just kept sliding his fingertip very, very gently along my button and fucking me slowly, with long strokes. It was wonderful, but I was about to go crazy from wanting to come. He told me to relax and let it happen. I just lay there with my eyes closed, and tried to relax, relax, enjoy, enjoy. 

I could feel my orgasm coming from a long way off. Like it was a car far in the distance on a straight road, coming towards me so slowly that I could hardly tell it was getting closer, but I knew it was eventually going to arrive. As I lay there that car kept nearing me, and my pleasure and excitement gathered as it approached. It was almost there, and I think I would have died if John had stopped what he was doing. I told him not to stop, whatever he did. Maybe I just thought I said it. 

John didn't stop, and neither did the approaching car that was my climax. I felt my face get hot, and it was almost on me. I had my mouth wide open, breathing in gasps as I welcomed it. As my orgasm ran over me I could hear a long, low growl that I knew was coming from me. 

This one was unlike any I'd had before. It was a combined pussy, penis, button, finger orgasm that engulfed my whole body. It just flowed up and down me, time after wonderful time. When I'd had those monster climaxes, the ecstacy was so powerful that I couldn't sustain it for very long, and it was almost a relief to start coming down. This one was so wonderfully sweet, though, that I didn't want it to ever end. John kept it going on and on, until he finally took his finger off my clitoris to let me come back down to earth. My, God, another new kind of climax! I wish there were words to describe it. I'd love to be able to tell John what he just did to me.

I couldn't tell him, but I'm sure he had a pretty good idea of what had just happened to me. He stroked my cheek and told me he loved me. "Did you have a nice come, Baby?"

"Oooohhhhh, Darling, Darling, that was so wonderful. I can't believe the things you do to me. Every time we make love I feel things that I didn't know I could feel. It is possible to have too many orgasms? I't hate it if something that wonderful was bad for me."

"I don't think you need to worry about overdoing orgasms, Sweetheart. You could probably have one after another until you're exhaused. If I think you're about to OD, I'll stop doing whatever is causing them. That won't happen, though, I'm sure."

He continued to stroke big, warm Herman in and out of my pussy, and I could feel it when he would get close to his climax. He would hold very still inside me, throbbing and jerking until he cooled off, then start that wonderful fucking again. We went on and on like that, stroking my pussy with his penis, caressing my breasts and tummy, stroking my cheek. We whispered words and sounds of love and pleasure to each other, and it was just like paradise. 

He took some of the semen that was flowing from me on his finger and put it to my lips, and I greedily sucked and licked his finger clean. I did the same for him. That was a wonderful position, and I knew that he could bring me to a climax in about two seconds by touching my button. I was even tempted to do it myself, but I'd never tried it before while we were making love. 

When we had made love the night before, it was a fabulous new experience. Everything was new, exciting, and wonderful. This time, my second time, I was able to really experience the deeper, sweeter wonders of sex. I was able to appreciate what a wonderful, loving experience it really was. It was every bit as exciting as my first time, but there was more, much more.

I don't know how long we stayed in that position, but it went on for a long, delicious time. We continued until I was starting to get sore. Big, warm Herman had been going in and out of me so long that I was getting rubbed a little raw at my entrance. I sure didn't want to stop, but I was afraid it would get so bad that we wouldn't be able to do it again until I healed. Now that I had learned the joys of making love, I didn't want anything to interfere with my getting it as often as possible.

John must have been reading my mind, because he pulled out of me and got between my legs with his weight on his hands. I opened wide and pulled my knees up. His penis was sticking straight out like a fat, wet flagpole, and I watched as it sought my entrance. I still can't get used to the idea that something so big can go into me. 




Diane & John Ch. 06



This is the sixth in a series of "Diane and John" stories. They are about a young girl's introduction to love and sexuality by an older man. "Part 1 - Diane" is her version of the story. "Part 2 - John" is the same story from his perspective. Diane and John hope you enjoy both versions.

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Part 1 - Diane

Our day started with a lovely shower together. We washed, played, kissed, shampooed each other, and had a great time. We must have been in the shower for half an hour. The highlight for me was when he had me lean back against him. He kissed my shoulders and neck while his wet finger gently stroked my big, aroused button. John stroked and kissed me until I had a long, gentle orgasm that left me feeling energized, lively, and very much in love.

When we got out of the shower, I saw myself in the foggy mirror. With my wet hair and no makeup, I looked like a little girl. We dried each other, and John kneeled down to give me a nice nipple sucking and a warm, wet licking of my cleft. My button was so out front and prominent that he had no trouble finding it with his tongue, even when I was standing up with my legs together.  I got really tingly and excited like I was going to come, but he stopped before I could go over. He said he was going to make me wait a while for that. I told him he was a tease, but I admitted that I loved it. I got my hair dryer and made John leave me alone in the bathroom until I could get my hair looking presentable again. I soon had myself looking pretty good. I don't look like a little girl anymore. What girlhood I had left has disappeared in the last few days. I think I'm all woman now. 

I needed a kiss, so I slipped on a robe and found John standing out on the balcony. He was fully dressed with his jacket on, watching the storm and the ocean, drinking coffee. It was too cold for me to go out there, but I needed my kiss. I knocked on the glass door, made a kissing motion with my lips, and John came back into the room. As we kissed, he opened my robe and put his arms around my naked body. His clothes and hands felt cold and sort of rough against my skin, and it was exciting. I rubbed myself against him in appreciation. He kneeled down and gave my breasts and tummy a kissing, then I went back into the bathroom to put my makeup on, but I left the door open so we could talk. 

John said, "You don't need that stuff on your face, you know. You have a beautiful face and a perfect complexion."

I said, "Maybe I don't really need it, Lover, but I like it. I Hlike the way it looks and I like putting it on. It makes me feel all grown up, and it's fun. If you'd rather I didn't use it, I won't, but I want to look nice for you."

"Honey, you go ahead and use it if it makes you happy. I just wanted you to know that I think you're beautiful without it, and that you don't need to use it to please me. As far as being grown up, I know women twenty years older who aren't as adult as you are." I don't really believe that, but I love hearing it. I think I have matured a lot in the last few days, though. I sure have grown up ... sexually. 

He came into the bathroom and put his arms around me from behind, and I totally forgot about the makeup. He opened my robe, pulled the collar down in back, and kissed my neck and shoulders. He took a breast in each hand and gently rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Mmm 

He whispered, "I can't keep my hands off you, Sweetie." I had no words to tell him how wonderful that made me feel. 

I tilted my head back so he could kiss my throat, and I could feel my pussy start to get wet. It sure doesn't take much to get my pussy's attention these days. I guess my neck and shoulders are some of those erogenous zones John told me about. He can't keep his hands or lips off me for very long, and I love that. I love being touched, kissed, played with, caressed, stroked, petted, and ......... everything he does. 

When he had my pussy wet and my nipples swollen and hard, I turned around in his arms for a lovely kiss, and his erection was poking me through his pants. I didn't want him to stop, but he said he would leave me alone to finish my makeup. I must be sure to put some Vaseline on and in my pussy before I get dressed. As long as I use it regularly, it seems to take care of the soreness I feel after making love. By the time we make love again, I'm mostly healed up and ready for more. I'd hate to ever be too sore to make love. I wonder how many times it's possible to do it in a day. I guess that depends on how much two people want each other. Well, John's recovery time has a lot to do with it. Oh, and pussy soreness, too, I guess, but I've never been too sore to make love. I wonder how many times we have to ... do it before I stop getting sore from that wonderful big cock barging around inside me. 

The weather was so bad that we decided to go back home rather than spend a rainy day at the ocean. John jokingly apologized for not making the weather perfect. He said there wouldn't be much going on back home, and that we'd have to make our own entertainment. 

I replied, "Darling, I don't want to have anything to do but be together. In the last few days, I've discovered that you're greatest source of enjoyment in the world. Don't worry about trying to entertain me, just make love to me a lot. Oh, and feed me. What should I wear?" I never put clothes on anymore until I ask John what he'd like me to wear. He likes different things at different times, and all I care about is pleasing him. I wonder if he let me give him a nice cocksucking before we leave. 

"Just wear jeans, sweatshirt, and your coat, Diane. It's really pouring out there, so there's no use wearing anything fancy. Besides, we're just driving home, and you may as well be comfortable."

I started getting dressed, knowing that John was watching me as I put on my bra and panties. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I didn't feel at all embarrassed. In fact, I was sort of turned on by him watching. He had left no doubt that my body pleased him, and that he loved to look and touch it. 

Wearing only my underwear, I walked over to where John was sitting, leaned over to part his knees, and kneeled on the floor between his legs. He didn't object at all when I unzipped him,and I soon had his pants and shorts off completely. 

John's testicles looked very inviting, hanging there right in front of my face. I stroked his cock while I licked and sucked his testicles, and he was soon fully erect and flowing a steady stream of the slippery stuff. He seemed to especially like it when I would suck a testicle gently in and out of my mouth. By the time I was finished down there, his scrotum was wet from my saliva and I had a couple of hairs in my mouth. I removed the hairs with my fingers, showed them to John, put them on my tongue, and swallowed them with an exaggerated gung. He told me I was lewd, and that made me giggle.

I used my lips and tongue to spread the slippery stuff all over his erect cock, then I teased him by gently kissing and licking the sensitive places. I knew he wanted it in my mouth, but I made him wait. The wait wasn't long, though, because I wanted to feel the heat of his hard shaft gliding over my lips as the tip touched the entrance to my throat. 

He was rock hard and throbbing with impatience when I put his tip between my slightly parted lips. I very, very slowly lowered my head, parting my lips as I engulfed him with my mouth. John gave a groan of pleasure as the tip touched the furthest reaches of my mouth, and I had as much of him as I could possibly take. No gagging or choking; just nowhere to put anymore of him.

I slowly raised my head, keeping a firm seal around him with my lips, until only the head remained in my widely open mouth. I had my lips around that very sensitive part, just beneath the head. I opened my eyes to look up at John, and his eyes were on me, watching me make love to him with my mouth. He had a little smile on his lips. I looked into his eyes as I licked that extremely sensitive spot on the underside of his head, and John rewarded me with little sounds of pleasure.

By milking him with my hand as I held the tip in my mouth, I got a nice big stream of slippery stuff to coat my lips, tongue, and the inside of my mouth. I bobbed my head slowly to glide my lips over that hot, slippery cock, and John moaned with pleasure and stroked my cheek with my fingers. I must have lost the seal with my lips for a moment, because I felt a drool roll down my chin, dribble onto my chest, and run down my breast into my bra cup. I thought that felt very sexy, so I intentionally let some more dribble off my lip down into my bra.

Because of the prolonged testicle sucking and teasing, John was very excited. I was too, but this was for him. I knew it wasn't going to last long, and I wanted to make it as good as possible for him. He whispered something about saving it for later, but I knew his heart wasn't really in that. Besides, I knew what I wanted.

The flow from his little slit turned thicker, and I knew that meant he wasn't far from coming. It was a little saltier than normal, but I had developed a taste for semen. It would never be on my top ten list of favorite tastes, but it was served in a way that made the taste unimportant.

John said, "Baby, if you keep that up, I'm going to come."

I lifted my head and said, "I know," and swirled my tongue and lips around his head with a loud slurp. 

I lowered my head to take as much of his cock as I could into my mouth and moved my head around to try to get more in. I moved my hand to fondle his testicles, but they were drawn up in preparation for his orgasm, so I just stroked them with my fingers. 

A few bobs of my head, sucks, and licks, and John was at his point of no return. He was going to come, and I was going to make it the best he'd ever had. I sucked hard, bobbed, licked, and gently squeezed his testicles. I was rewarded when John moaned with pleasure, his penis suddenly got huge and gave a hard jerk.

I knew the way to give him the most pleasure was to concentrate my lips and tongue on the sensitive area just below the head. I sealed my lips tightly around that spot, sucked until my cheeks hollowed, and bobbed my head up and down to make his climax as intense as possible. 

After about two bobs of my head, I got what I wanted. After that, I just kept bobbing, sucking, licking, and gently squeezing. John groaned, his cock jerked, and a hard gusher of come spurted into my mouth. I kept my lips sealed around him and concentrated on the orgasm I was giving him. He had really manufactured the semen since he had come inside my pussy a few hours earlier, and I got gush after gush. I had to stop twice with just the tip in my mouth to swallow.

I knew John was having a very hard orgasm from the volume of come and the sounds of pleasure he made. He had one hand in my hair, but he never forced my head down to try to ram his cock down my throat. He was always gentle, he let me make love to him in my own way, and it hadn't taken me long to learn how to give him maximum pleasure and satisfaction. 

As the spurts diminished and his cock started to soften, John stroked my cheek with one hand and my hair with the other. He whispered that I'd given him a wonderful climax, but I couldn't reply because my mouth was still full of warm penis. I milked the final drops of semen out of him, swallowed several times, and wiped my cummy lips and chin on the hankie he handed me.

I slid up into his lap, he wrapped me in his arms, and I knew I'd made my man happy. 

He whispered, "I love you, Baby."

I didn't say anything, just hugged him and buried my face against his chest. I felt so wonderful, so in love, and so happy that I thought I was going to cry. He just held me for a moment until I got control of myself. Then he got the wettest, gooiest kiss I could possibly give him. He didn't mind at all, even when I put a very cummy tongue as far into his mouth as I could get it.

After I cleaned us both with a warm towel, I finally got dressed for the day. My bra had gotten semen dribbled into it, so I went bare under my sweat shirt.

It was really pouring rain when we left Bodega Bay. I'll never forget this little town. We weren't here very long, not even twenty four hours, but some wonderful things happened to me. Even those three fishermen seeing me standing on that rock in my birthday suit seems funny now. I'll sure never forget that!  I'll bet when they change the sheets in the motel room, they'll know it wasn't a father and daughter staying here. Maybe it's best that we get out of town.

We headed for home, and it felt really nice, being in that snug little red car with the heater going, the wind outiside, and the rain beating on the canvas roof. I felt very cozy and even a little sleepy.  It was so warm that I unbuttoned my coat and took my arms out of the sleeves.  

We drove home on country roads, and there was hardly any traffic. When we stopped at a stop sign out in the middle of nowhere, John showed me how to put the gearshift in first, then put his hand over mine to show me how to shift gears while he worked the clutch. After that first time, he let me do all the shifting by myself. It was awkward at first, but I got pretty good at it after a little practice. I thought being left handed helped. That was the closest I'd ever come to driving a car, and I kept wishing we would come to more stop signs. 

I took John's hand off the steering wheel and put it between my legs, and squeezed my thighs together to keep it there. He looked over at me and smiled, and I parted my thighs to let him explore if he wanted. 

After a little while, I scooted down in the seat and he put his hand right on my pussy. I took off my sneakers and put my feet up next to the seat so I could get my knees wide apart. John stroked my pussy through my jeans and panties, and I wished I wasn't wearing so much down there. 

John told me to put my coat back on, and, though I didn't think I really needed it, I did as he said. Then he surprised me by telling me to take my jeans off. I just started unzipping them and said, "Oh, okay, panties, too?" It never occurred to me not to do what he told me. 

He looked over, smiled, and nodded. He turned the heater up as I removed my jeans and panties, so I was still nice and warm although I was almost naked, at least my ... vital parts. I was wearing nothing but my gym sox and sweat shirt.  

I wrapped my coat around me, but John reached over and moved it so the coat only covered me from the waist up. There I was, naked below the waist, scrunched down in the seat, knees wide apart, and not even any pubic hair to hide anything. It was a little scary and embarrassing, but it was also extremely exciting. Especially when John put his hand on my bare pussy. 

He put his finger in his mouth to moisten it then started stroking my button very slowly and gently. His saliva and the Vaseline I had put there made it nice and slippery.  I just closed my eyes, lay my head back and enjoyed. I know he couldn't hear me over the noise of the car, but I made Mmm sounds. 

John's finger slid easily into me, but I was still so small inside that my vagina hugged him like a finger in a tight glove. He took his very wet finger out, brought it to his mouth, and sucked and licked it clean. I thought that was very erotic. He stroked my clitoris a little longer then took my hand and put it on my pussy. He put my finger on my button, rubbed it a little, then took his hand away. He wants me to rub my clitoris. Okay, it isn't as if I've never done it before. I sure never did it with anyone around, though. Or watching. Or in a car. Or in the daytime. I can't have an orgasm this way, but it feels good. I'll just put my head back, close my eyes, and masturbate. I hate that word, it sounds so ugly, like some sort of a crime. The nuns say it's a sin, but I'll bet they never even tried it. I'll just think of it as "playing with myself." That doesn't sound quite so sinful. Mmm

I moved the finger down from my button and slid it into my vagina. I was pleased to find that it had shrunk to about the size it had always been (minus the cherry, of course). It's amazing how it can get wide and deep enough to take John's big cock and still return to its normal size. It must have really stretchy and elastic walls. 

It was nice and wet in there, so I put the finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. I put it back in my pussy then offered it to John, and he sucked it clean, saying, "Yum." He got my finger really wet with saliva, and when I put it back on my clitoris it made it very slick. Stroking it really felt good.

I closed my eyes and played with myself. John put his hand over and stroked my inner thigh, and I got to feeling like I might even be able to come. John said, "Go ahead, Baby," and I concentrated on getting myself over. I put my other hand down and used my fingers to hold my lips apart, exposing my button completely. I had never touched it before when I was that excited, and it had swollen so it felt huge. I used another finger to pull the little hood up, exposing a part of me I'd never felt. I wish I had another hand for my nipples. 

I found a spot on my button, near the tip and on the side, that was the most sensitive and concentrated on rubbing there. It didn't take long. There I was, almost naked, in a moving car on a public road going about sixty, in broad daylight, my legs spread wide apart, and rubbing my button as if I was all alone in my bed at home, under the covers, with the lights off. I thought about all those things and found that they added to my excitement. I kept my eyes closed, pretended that John was licking me, and that did it! I felt my climax coming, and I started rubbing faster and faster. 

When I finally went over, my finger was going as fast as I could make it, and I had an orgasm like I had never experienced before. It didn't roll over me in waves, it came really sharp, fast, and hard. It wasn't like when we made love and I had those huge ones, but it was very intense. All my muscles tensed, I raised my bottom off the seat, I squealed, rubbed furiously, and I had a short, hard, straining climax. It didn't last very long, but it was really strong. I relaxed back into the seat and said something like "Oomff." Suddenly I was as limp as a rag and feeling kind of dazed.

John took my hand and sucked the finger I had been using on my clitoris. Then he said, "Honey, I think you'd better get your pants back on." I looked out the windshield and saw the on ramp to Interstate 80 right up ahead. My God, those truckers will be able to look right down into this little car, and I'm naked. What if there was an accident and the trucker told the doctor at the emergency room that he was watching a naked girl in a little red car playing with herself when he ran off the road? 


I hurried and got my jeans back on and my coat closed, but I didn't take time for the panties. John reached over, picked up the panties, and put the crotch in his mouth and chewed, making smacking and grunting noises. This gave me the giggles and woke me up from my after-orgasm stupor. 

I leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "That kind of got me out of control, Lover. I didn't know I could do that to myself, I mean go over. That's the first time I ever rubbed my button since you taught me how to have a climax. I hope my sitting beside you and playing with myself until I had an orgasm didn't embarrass you."

"Embarrass me?" He laughed. "Baby, it was my idea in the first place. Besides, you were the one who was naked. I'm sure you wouldn't have done that on your own. I think I'm definitely contributing to your delinquency, but you seem to have a natural talent for it. Besides, that was just about the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Thank you for doing that for me. I'm afraid I'm teaching you bad habits, though."




Diane & John Ch. 06



For some reason, I picked that time to blush, and my face and neck felt really hot. I also giggled.  "Darling, you're teaching me some wonderful things. Things I would never have thought of by myself." 

We drove in silence for a while, and I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened to me in the last twenty four hours.There sure was a lot of lovemaking yesterday. Not just ...... doing it, but other wonderful things, too. Lots of other great things other than sex, too. Like eating, walking on the beach, movies, taking a nap together, even going shopping at that litle store wearing nothing but a coat. That was fun. Definitely more lovemaking than anything else, though. I sure wouldn't want it any other way. Mom's magazines call it being "sexually active." I've just started being like that, and I want to make up for lost time. I'll bet there aren't many girls who have been as sexually active as I've been the last two days. Just being in love is wonderful.

I said, "John, I've seen the expression "oral sex" in Mom's magazines. Umm.... what does that mean, exactly?"

He said, "Cocksucking and pussy kissing," and I blushed. I didn't know whether I got embarrassed over being so ignorant or from hearing him say it. Oh, okay, that's what I thought it was. I know about those things. Sometimes 'Cosmo' doesn't think oral sex is so great. I think it's wonderful. 

I wonder if I could write an article about it. Something like "Confessions of a Teenage Cocksucker." I can imagine Mom's reaction if she saw that article written by you-know-who! Oh, well, at least I'll know what they're talking about from now on when I read about it. 

I wish he would speed up a little. I'm anxious to get home and make love.

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Part 2 - John

I was awakened by a harsh movement of my comfortable bed. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was Diane's bare butt, bouncing the mattress. She announced that she was ready to start the day and needed my company. Her youthful enthusiasm was infectious, and I got up to join her in the shower. 

We were sharing the bathroom at that hotel, and she was already in the shower, so I had to relieve my full morning bladder with her in the room. She opened the shower door and stared, fascinated, at her first sight of a man taking a piss. She thought that was a great trick and made me promise to let her hold my dick the next time. Diane's eagerness to learn and experience never ceased to amaze me.

She hadn't been kissed in the several hours we were sleeping, so the first few minutes of our shower was devoted to getting her thoroughly held and kissed. I found myself as eager as she, and the erection she rubbed her smooth stomach against delighted her. She was so young, fresh, and enthusiastic that I couldn't help but give myself over to it. The sight and feel of her sleek body, her eager mouth, and the joy she took in our intimacy made it impossible be a grumpy middle aged man.

When we had each other thoroughly washed and shampooed, I held her with her back to me while I kissed her neck, fondled her erect nipples, and stroked her wet clitoris with my finger. Diane had a wonderfully short fuse, and was only took a couple of minutes until she had her first squealing orgasm of the day.

Although she'd had only a few days of sexual experience, my little blonde lover continued to amaze me. I had needed to coach her a little for her first climax, but after that she just took her sexuality and ran with it. Giving and receiving love and physical pleasure came more easily and naturally to Diane than any other woman I'd known. I was delighted to share her awakening, and I had totally fallen in love with the girl in our few short days together.

We continued our playing as we dried each other, and I soon had her sitting on the toilet lid with her legs spread wide apart. I sat between her parted thighs and marveled at the perfection of her tiny pussy. Hairless, totally smooth and pale with just a hint of moist pink showing between the lips of her tiny clam. The most beautiful and perfect specimen of femininity it had ever been my pleasure to see.

My admiration was cut short by her hands in my hair, pulling me to her. My little lover knew what she wanted, and she had no patience.  Diane braced one foot on my shoulder, leaned back, and whispered, "Kiss my pussy, Darling. Make love to me." Demanding, but in a delightful way.

As I parted her outer lips with the tip of my tongue, I was treated to the clean, musty taste of an aroused woman. Probably the most delicious taste in the world. Little sighs and gasps of pleasure told me I was doing the right things as I opened her with my tongue. As I slid my tongue into her vagina, Diane pulled my hair in impatience, breathing, "Ohh, Lover, yes; in there." 

I used the tip of my tongue to find and stimulate that "special spot" of hers just inside the entrance to her vagina. I was amazed at how tight she was. It was hard to believe that her little pussy could accommodate my erect cock, but it had done so wonderfully on several occassions. I was tempted to carry her in to the bed and bury myself in that sweet, pink warmth, but I wanted to concentrate on Diane's pleasure for the moment.

Rhythmic contractions of her vagina as I licked inside her warned me of an impending climax, so I withdrew my tongue and licked her smooth lips to let her cool off. She pulled my hair and moaned, but I wanted to make her wait. I was enjoying taste and feel of her, and I didn't want her to cum just yet. 

When I started licking her big, swollen clitoris, though, there was no holding her back. She was fully aroused, and her button was as big around as my little finger and over an inch long. It had outgrown the delicate protective hood, and the firm head was fully exposed to my attentions. 

I sucked her hard clitoris between my lips and swirled my tongue around it several times. Diane stiffened and muttered, "Oh, John. Don't stop now. I'm so close; please let me go over. I .. want .. to .. cum."

As I concentrated my tongue on her hypersensitive clitoris, my little lover squirmed, squealed, bucked, and pulled my hair through a long, hard climax. At her peak, the loud yelp echoed around that tiled bathroom. She may have been satisfied for the moment, but I had a throbbing hardon.

I stood, pulled Diane to her feet, and held her close to me. I saw in the mirror what looked like a man holding a little, wet haired girl in his arms. She was at least two inches under five feet tall, and my 6'2" made her look tiny. I knew, though, that I had a fully developed, wonderfully sensuous woman in my arms. I moved to bring my erection upright between us, and she rubbed her smooth belly against it as we kissed. 

My excited cock was about to overcome my resolve to take the slow road, so I had to pull away and leave her alone to do those things that women do first thing in the morning.

Later, I was sitting, fully dressed in a chair when she emerged from the bathroom wearing a robe. She dropped the robe, and I was treated to the sight her naked body. Something I'd never tire of admiring. In a few days she had changed from a shy young virgin into a woman who knew the effect her body had on me, She delighted in it. 

I watched, fascinated, and she stepped into her panties and put on her bra. Her gymnastic training had not only developed firm, shapely muscles, but it also made her every move graceful. Just the simple act of bending over to pull up her panties and reaching around to fasten her bra was a very sensuous thing to behold. Diane was tiny, but in perfect proportion. Her legs were long, marvelously shapely, and smoothly muscular. Her little breasts were perfect for her size, and the pink nipples pointed slightly upwards.  A flat, smooth belly accented a tiny waist, and only her slender, slightly girlish hips had yet to fully develop. My tiny blonde lover had not a trace of fat or hair anywhere on her lovely body. 

Diane glanced over her shoulder, saw me watching her, and smiled. As her shyness had faded, she developed a brilliant, slightly impish smile that promised me things that were mine for the taking. She never said a word, and the next thing I knew, she had my pants and shorts off, and was kneeling between my legs.

She held my cock with her hand while she gave my balls a thorough, loving licking and sucking. I had taught her how I liked that done, and she was as gentle as she was sensuous. The effects of being with her through two orgasms and watching her lovely body had given me a full erection and the precum was flowing continuously. She used that lubrication to slide her little hand up and down my cock as she sucked my testicles. 

Unlike most women, Diane truly loved giving head. It wasn't some sort of "duty" to be done to please me and gotten over with as soon as possible. She honestly thought I was doing her a favor when I let her suck my cock. As a result, she took her time and made it a beautiful experience for both of us. That morning was only the third or fourth time she'd ever done it, but she was already the most sensuous, loving, and passionate cocksucker I'd ever encountered. I knew she loved me deeply, and sucking my cock was one of her ways of expressing her feelings.

By the time Diane was finished with my balls, the precum had coated my cock and her hand. She gazed into my eyes as she sucked it from her fingers. She somehow managed to make that an extremely sensuous thing to watch. Little Blondie was not at all neat about her oral sex. She seemed to like it messy and rubbed my wet cock all over her smooth cheeks and chin. 

She teased me a little, but her heart really wasn't in it. Diane liked my cock in her mouth, and she slowly, gently engulfed me until she had taken about four inches. I could feel the entrance to her throat, and she tried to get more in. She never gagged or hesitated, and I think she would have deep throated me if there had been room.

There was no way I could have held back for very long, and Diane sensed this. Rather than trying to give me a long, gentle cocksucking, she devoted herself to getting me there and making it as intense as possible. In almost no time I was getting close, so I told her I was going to cum if she kept it up.

She raised her head to look up at me, said, "I know," and moved her tongue loudly and wetly around the head of my cock. Delightfully lewd. Then she made an "O" with her delicate lips and most of my cock disappeared into her mouth. She made suction until her cheeks hollowed, then proceeded to move her lips up and down the most sensitive area of my penis while she sucked and licked. At the same time, Diane was gently squeezing my balls with her fingers.

As my orgasm started, I watched as Diane's brow furrowed with concentration, her head nodded up and down, and she gave everything she knew to make my climax intense. I watched intently as I came, and I could see her smooth throat work when she would pause to swallow the cum I was pouring into her mouth. 

Diane pulled her mouth from my cock with a loud, wet slurp, and gave me her "wasn't I a good girl?" sign: A wide grin featuring strings of semen between her upper and lower teeth. When I told her she was a lewd woman, she giggled and rubbed my slimy cock over her cheeks and chin while she smiled up at me.

She slithered up into my lap, and I held her as she once again became a sweet, naive girl. I was reminded that her innocence had become only a thin veneer when I kissed her and she slid a gooey tongue into my mouth.

Although I could have easily gone back to bed for a nap, Diane was energized and ready for new adventures. It was only a few minutes before we were out of the hotel and heading out of town in my little car. 

It was raining steadily, but we were warm and snug in the car. Blondie was quiet and subdued as we drove, but whe welcomed my hand when I reached over to slide it between her jean clad thighs. When I caressed her pussy through her jeans, she scooted down in the seat and spread her thighs to encourage me.

When I told her to take her pants off, Diane never hesitated. In a few seconds, she was bare below the waist, and I could see the soft hairless mound and the top of her smooth little clam. My attention was only partly on the road as I moistened a finger with saliva and gently slid it down between the lips of her pussy into her moist vagina. I stroked her oversized clitoris for a moment, then I took her hand and placed her finger there.

No words were spoken, but Diane immediately got the idea and began to move her finger along the length of her clit. She used the fingers of her right hand to spread her pussy lips and the left to stroke what she liked to call, "my button." As she leaned back, closed her eyes, and gently masturbated, a flush appeared on her pale neck and face. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and I had a hard time concentrating on driving.

As she became more excited, her finger moved more rapidly, and she started gently moving her hips in rhythm with her fingers.

I heard her say, "John, I'm pretending you're licking my button, and I'm going to go over if I don't stop. Is that okay?"

I told her to just let it come, and she gave herself totally to her passion. My little lover was no longer naked in a moving car, she was in a world of her own. I became caught up in it, and my erection was painfully constricted in my pants.

As the finger on her clitoris moved ever faster, she slid her other hand up under her sweat shirt to fondle her breasts. I'd have given almost anything to have a picture of her face at that moment; head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth delicately open as her breath came in pants. There were no other cars on the road, and I had slowed to a crawl so I could concentrate on Diane. She was so completely involved in her passion that I doubt she realized I was even there.

Diane's orgasm came slowly, as if it was flowing over her. It started with little, "Oh .. oh .. oh .." sounds, and she lifted her hips slightly. Her hips moved gently up and down, then faster and faster. When the climax fully engulfed her, she bucked her hips and held herself rigid off the seat so her body was a bridge supported only be her shoulders on the seat back and her feet on the floor. She held herself like that, straining for her peak, and the expression on her face could have been mistaken for one of pain. 

The peak of Diane's climax was accompanied by a loud, high yelp, then she suddenly dropped back into the seat with a very unladylike grunt. Little Blondie's orgasm had been so intense that she simply collapsed into a heap. Those several minutes will remain in my memory forever as one of the most erotic things it's ever been my pleasure to witness.

I hated to bring her back to harsh reality, but we were almost to get onto Interstate 80. There would be lots of traffic, including trucks from which the drivers could get a good view of her naked bottom half. I gently told her that she might consider getting back into her jeans, and she opened her eyes. 

When Diane saw where we were, she yelped, "Ohmigod," and hustled back into her jeans. She left her panties off, and I gave them a good sniffing and chewing. That made her giggle and brought her back to life.

My erection had subsided, but I was anxious to get home. I was planning on spending the afternoon making love with little Blondie, and I had a very strong suspicion that she was thinking the same thing.

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