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 Author: YourNeighbor
Title: Teaching Olivia Vol.  1
Summary: A teen girl's gentle introduction to pleasure, courtesy of her
next-door neighbor
Keywords: Mf, f1st, cons, cheat, Msolo, fsolo, oral, rim

   It was my younger daughter's first birthday party.  In the back yard,
cool for a July Saturday in South Carolina.  The usual assortment of moms,
a smattering of dads, hot dogs cooking on the grill, snacks on the table,
just what you'd expect for a summer cookout.

   My elder daughter had turned five a few months earlier, so most of the
kids at the party (those running around the yard anyway) were in the 3-7
age range.  With one notable exception, my next door neighbor's daughter
Olivia.  She was 14, and she along with her brothers and sisters (all
younger) had been invited.  She didn't mind playing with the younger kids
though, in fact she said she liked it, she wanted to be a kindergarten
teacher when she grew up.

   She was one of the few people not wearing shorts, opting for jeans
instead, but it was a cool day and I didn't mind her jeans at all.  They
looked almost like body paint as my eyes followed her every chance I got
while she ran and played.  A perfectly shaped teenage butt poured into
perfectly fitting jeans.  Her top was a white graphic tee, and I thought I
caught a glance of nipple a few times so I supposed that she was not
wearing a bra.  She was old enough for one of course, but not really big
enough up top to need one.  Again, I didn't mind.

   She decided to take a break from playing and sat down in a chair at the
other end of the table from mine, but on the same side.  My chair was
partially turned so I could keep an eye on my daughter in her high chair,
so I had a great view of Olivia without it being obvious I was trying hard
to look.  Her eyes looked at this and that, while my eyes looked at this
and that up and down her gorgeous body.  I confirmed the absence of a bra
by seeing the barest hint of nipples through her t-shirt.  She sat with the
outer part of her legs resting against the arms of the patio chair, so they
were slightly spread.  My eyes moved down to her crotch and again, it was
like body paint.  No camel toe or anything, just an incredible triangular
mound of youth and promise, wrapped in those awesome jeans.

   As my eyes moved slowly from chest to crotch, resting on each to soak in
more and more detail, my dick grew, bulging in my shorts.  I spent a few
minutes gazing up and down, until I decided to look at her face (she was a
very beautiful girl all over).  I saw that her eyes were fixed on my
crotch, and my cock involuntarily jumped.  Her eyes widened and her mouth
opened a bit in surprise, then she looked up and our eyes met.  I held her
gaze and smiled, and she gave a quick look back to my crotch, then back to
my eyes, then blushed and looked away.  She got up to play some more, and I
watched every second I could.

   The rest of the party passed without incident, and my fantasy life grew
a bit richer.

   The next Saturday morning, my wife and kids left to visit my
mother-in-law.  It was a no-brainer for me to decide to stay home.  With
the house to myself, I was looking forward to a nice weekend of TV, junk
food, beer, and computer games.  Early in the afternoon, the doorbell rang
and it was Olivia.  She's wearing the same graphic tee, but a pair of
shorts this time.  My cock started hardening before I said a word.

   "Hi, Olivia, how are you?" "Hi Mr.  Harris, I'm good thanks, I was
wondering if Dylan wanted to play some video games." Dylan is my elder
daughter.  "Oh, sorry honey, Dylan isn't home," and my mind (or maybe my
"little mind") shouts, "Wait!" inside my head as a plan is hatched, "but
she should be back in a few minutes if you want to wait..." "OK, thanks!"

   She sits on the couch and I sit in an opposite chair so we can converse
easily.  The normal stuff, would you like something to drink, no thanks,
have you enjoyed the summer, yeah it's been great, are you ready for
school, not really.  My heart is racing, because I know where I want to
lead the conversation but the thought of it makes me really anxious. 
Finally I find the nerve and start this wonderful journey.

   "Olivia, I have a confession to make.  Dylan won't be home in a few
minutes, in fact she and her mom and sister are out of town and won't be
home until Sunday night.  I told you they would be back soon and asked you
in because I wanted to talk to you about something that happened at Marcy's
birthday party."

   "Oh, that's OK, Mr.  Harris.  What did you want to talk about?"

   "Well, first, every time I hear 'Mr.  Harris' I think of my dad, so
please call me Eric."

   "OK, Eric.  That sounds weird" (giggles).

   "When you sat down across from me that one time during the party, I
noticed you were looking at me and it seemed like you saw something happen
that surprised you, then you blushed and got up suddenly, so I just wanted
to make sure everything is all right."

   "Yeah, after I sat down I looked over once and it seemed like you were
looking at me.  I watched and you looked for a long time.  And I kept
looking too.  When I saw your shorts move, it shocked me a little bit and
then I was embarrassed when I saw you had noticed me looking.  But it made
me feel, I don't know, kinda warm I guess, and I've been thinking about it
a lot ever since."

   "Well, Olivia, I've been thinking about it a lot too.  First, I should
apologize because it's not appropriate for me to be looking at you like I
was, but I really couldn't help myself because you are just so beautiful.
How beautiful you are, and what I was thinking while I was looking at you,
is what made my shorts move.  But again, I apologize if anything I did made
you uncomfortable."

   "Oh, it's OK, I didn't mind, really, when I saw you were looking at me
for so long, that kinda made me feel warm too."

   "OK, good, I'm glad I didn't make you uncomfortable.  So we're good
then? Is there anything you are curious about or need to ask me?"

   "Well, I've never seen anything like what your shorts did.  I mean I've
taken sex ed, so I know that guys and girls are different, but that's just
books and stuff.  You said it was because of what you were thinking, what
did that mean?  What were you thinking?"

   My cock is getting bigger by the second.  If I can just keep steering
straight...

   "Well, you saw that I was looking at you.  And you saw that most of the
time I wasn't looking at your face, so I was looking at your body." I
pause, clear my throat.  "I was imagining you with no clothes on.  You know
from sex ed that a guy has a penis.  I don't know if they taught you what
happens when a guy gets excited, but when we do, the penis gets bigger, and
imagining you with no clothes did make me very excited.  So my penis had
grown, and then when I looked at your face and saw you were looking down
there, that excited me a bit more and my penis 'jumped' -- they do that
sometimes too when a guy is excited.  The jump is what made my shorts
move."

   I was looking at her face the entire time I am saying this.  She blushes
again, but oh my God I can actually see out of the edge of my vision that
her nipples go erect at that very moment.  No bra again, and she's getting
excited!  I worry a bit though because she seems to be nervous now and
doesn't know what to say.

   "Wow...  I mean...  wow.  So, you were thinking..." A pause.  A "whew."
Then...  "Well, since you told me that, I'll tell you that when I saw you
looking at me and I got that warm feeling, mostly down there was where the
feeling was.  And then when I was looking at your shorts, I, ..., I was
imagining what was in there.  When they moved it was almost like it knew I
was looking there, and what I was thinking.  I wondered if you might know
too, so I got embarrassed."

   "It's all right Olivia, there's no reason to be embarrassed.  Part of
the reason they teach you sex ed when they do is because this is the time
in your life when you start getting interested in and curious about sex. 
So it's natural."

   "Yeah, I guess so, all right, that makes me feel better."

   "Well, you know I was imagining you with no clothes, and you were
imagining me, since nobody is going to be here, are you curious to see
anything?  Would you like me to show you?  Something more than what you saw
in the 'books and stuff'?"

   A pause.  We're looking directly into each others' eyes.  She takes a
deep breath, her gorgeous little breasts with their erect nipples rise and
then fall.  Then she steals a glance at my crotch.  My hard cock is
straining against my shorts again and I know she can see it.  The blush
leaves her cheeks.

   "Yes, I would like that."

   "OK.  First, I want you to know that all you have to do, at any time, no
matter what is happening, is say 'no' or 'stop' and we will stop,
immediately.  I would never hurt you, and I promise nothing bad is going to
happen to you.  But if I show you, I would like very much if you show me
too.  OK?"

   "Yes, OK."

   "Let's go upstairs."

   She follows me upstairs, to the master bedroom, my marital bed.  This is
going to happen in the very room where my wife and I sleep and make love,
where my daughters were conceived.  My heart is beating like 180 and my
cock feels harder than it's ever been.  I close the door and we are
standing there, both breathing quick and shallow.

   "OK, we'll go nice and slow.  Just to keep things fair, since you have
more to 'show' than I do, I'll go down to my underwear first, then you go
down to bra and panties, then we'll decide what's next, OK?" (I'm
pretending I don't know she has no bra on).

   She pauses.  "Um, I'm not wearing a bra."

   "Oh.  OK then, I'll go down to underwear, then you take your shorts off
but leave your panties and shirt on."

   "OK."

   I try to not seem too eager, but it feels like I pull my shirt over my
head in a nanosecond.  I do deliberately linger on my shorts though.  I
look at her face, her eyes are glued to my crotch.  I undo the snap, then
slowly pull the zipper down, my cock fighting for more space.  I wouldn't
have thought it possible, but it's even harder and bigger than when we
walked in to the bedroom.  When I'm done with the zipper and I move the
flaps aside to let the shorts drop down to my ankles, my dick springs
forward, stretching the fabric of my gray jockeys.  It pulls the waistband
away from my body a little bit.  I hear her give a little gasp, I look at
her face and she's still laser focused on my crotch.  Her mouth is parted a
little and she actually licks her lips.  I almost came.  My dick is trying
to stick straight out, jumping and twitching.

   I step out of my shorts and kick them aside, and she looks up at me. 
"Are you OK?" I ask.  "Yes," she says, voice quavering.  "All right," I
say, "your turn."

   Now I get to laser focus.  She kicks off her shoes, undoes the snap on
her shorts, slowly pulls the zipper down, then with her hands on the flaps
she hesitates.  "Remember," I say, "we can stop any time you want.  Don't
do anything you don't want to do." I'm praying she won't decide to stop. 
"No, it's OK," she says, "just a little nervous." "Me too," I reassure her.

   She lets the shorts fall.  White cotton panties.  I can see the same
delicious raised triangular shape that had been so well defined by her
jeans last weekend, now separated from me by so much less fabric.  A hint
of the darkness of her pubic hair through the translucent material.  My
cock jumps a mile.

   "Would you mind turning around for me?" I say.  She actually grins a
little, then does a slow spin, starting out with a partial step, then
coming up on to the balls of her feet as she slowly rotates, the muscular
tension beautifully defining her legs and making her hips bulge out
slightly.  "Has she done this before?," I thought, then I remembered she
takes ballet.  My God, her ass is perfection.  She goes through the full
360, facing front once more, her eyes visit my crotch then meet mine.

   "Are you ready for me to go on?" I say.  "Yes," she says, the
uncertainty in her voice lessening.  She's getting into this.

   "OK, I'll take off my underwear, then you take off your shirt, deal? 
Maybe we'll leave your panties on for a little while, and I might even take
them off myself later, if that'll be OK with you."

   "OK," she says, almost absent-mindedly, eyes focused on my crotch again.

   I put my thumbs into the waistband, take them down the back first,
relishing it, making her wait for it.  My cock, if it had a voice, would be
complaining about how I'm giving it less space, not more.  It strains
against the tightening fabric.  I keep pulling slowly, my pubes are
exposed, then where the base joins my body, then more of the shaft, and
finally it gives, my dick pops free and rebounds so hard the head actually
hits me in the stomach before it comes to rest pointing straight at her,
jumping every few seconds.  I step out of my underwear and kick them aside.

   Her eyes haven't left it the whole time.  Her mouth is open slightly,
chest rising and falling, nipples trying to poke through the t-shirt
fabric.

   "Now, your shirt," I say, "but if you don't mind, I'd like to take it
off for you, OK?"

   She looks in my eyes, swallows.  "OK." Eyes back to my crotch.  She is
fascinated.

   I walk slowly to her, her gaze dropping more and more so she can follow
my cock, until I'm standing where it is almost touching her.  It feels like
it is straining forward, wanting to jump off me and dive into her panties.
She is breathing fast.

   I ask her to hold out her arms a little bit, and I take her shirt not by
the bottom, but by the sides under her armpits, and start cinching the
fabric up bit by bit, the cloth rubbing on her nipples as the bottom inches
up.  She's still staring at my cock but I can feel her warm breaths hit my
chest, and every few seconds she gives a little "oh" as the t-shirt, slowly
rising, rubs against her tits.  Finally, her breasts start to be exposed,
and I pull the last little bit very slowly, the inner part of the shirt's
bottom hem catching against her hard nipples, until they pop free just like
my cock did.  She gives a little gasp, and raises her arms so I can pull
the shirt over her head.  During the moment she's blind I thrust my hips
forward a bit, letting the head of my cock hit in just the perfect spot on
her panties, and she says "Oh!" through the shirt.  Then it's over her
head, I drop it, and step back.

   I scan down and back up her body.  "Oh my God, absolutely beautiful," I
say.  She smiles.  Her breasts are sublime.  There is no "underboob." They
are more like two lush round hills, gently rising from the surrounding
plain, until you get to the castle on top of each.  Beautifully brown,
perfectly round, perfectly sized aureoles, erect nipples pointing straight
at me.

   We just look at each other for several seconds, scanning up and down. 
Then I say, "Well, I just told you what I think, so what do you think?"
"I've never seen anything like it, and it's not like anything I imagined.
It's so big, and it's moving around so much!" I laugh, saying, "Yeah, I am
super excited right now so he's jumping like crazy."

   "So," I say, "would you like to touch each other?  Do you want to go
first this time?" She swallows, says "Yes," the quaver is back a little
bit.

   "OK," I say, "first let me tell you how to touch a man so it feels good.
Well, it feels good pretty much no matter what, but let me tell you what
feels best." We both laugh.

   I educate her on how the most sensitive part is the underside, just
behind the head, how it feels good to close a hand around the shaft and
stroke up and down, but to watch out for too much touching on the head
itself and especially be gentle with the "pee hole." She is fascinated,
drinking in every bit of what I'm saying with her ears like it's some kind
of arcane knowledge, and still drinking in my cock with her eyes.

   Finally I say, "OK, whenever you're ready." She licks her lips again (my
cock jumps) and walks over to me.  She puts her hand out hesitantly, coming
up from below, then pauses for a few seconds just under my dick.  It
actually stays still, anticipating I guess.  She brings her cupped hand up
and the head touches her palm.  It jumps, of course.  She giggles and takes
her hand back down a little.  "He won't stay still." "Yeah," I say,
"sometimes you have to surround him, or expect the jump and keep your hand
following him." She brings her hand up again, and seemingly in one motion
she takes the head in her palm, closes her fingers partially so it can't
jump out, and gives a slow stroke part way down the shaft until the head is
sticking off over the back of her hand.  I close my eyes, gasp, and have to
put a hand on the bed to keep from losing my balance.  She softly says,
"Wow." I open my eyes, look at her and say, "That feels really good." She
is looking down at it, and starts slowly moving her hand back and forth,
keeping the rubbing mostly at the sensitive part, then she closes her
fingers a bit more and starts to go farther down the shaft, until finally
she is very slowly stroking the full length back and forth, with her
fingers and thumb loosely closed over the top.

   My heart is going probably 250 now.  I have this almost naked,
incredibly hot, never seen a hard-on before, 14-year old virgin in my
bedroom giving me a hand job.  I think for a second (OK, I admit I had
thought it many times since the party) about how delicious her pussy must
taste, and I shiver when I realize I am probably going to find out.

   After maybe five minutes, and frankly I'm surprised I haven't already
come, I ask her if I can touch her.  She has been watching herself stroke
me the whole time, she is totally mesmerized by what she is doing and
doesn't even look up while she says "Yes." I take my right hand and place
it on her side, start very slowly moving it up and inward until it's just
under the start of the "hill" of her left breast.  Then I slow to almost no
motion, lifting my hand until there is barely any contact at all, and start
the climb.  Her breath quickens, but she doesn't stop what she is doing or
change where she is looking.  I lift my hand even more as it climbs up the
hill, until as I reach the top, my palm makes the barest brush across her
rock hard nipple.  She breathes in sharply, then lets out an "unnnnnhhhhh"
and her hand stops moving for the first time since she started stroking. 
The pause is very short though, she starts stroking again.  She hasn't
changed her speed at all and she is driving me crazy.  I feel like my dick
is not going to explode with cum out the front, it's going to explode
period.  I bring my hand back down slowly over her breast, until my palm is
resting on the nipple, and I start alternating between gentle squeezes and
small circular motions of my cupped hand, rolling her nipple gently around
like a marble.  Her breast fits perfectly in my hand.  We are both going
"oh" and "unnnhhh" with every few breaths, and I find the strength to ask,
"Does it feel good?" "Oh yes," she breathes, and asks, "Am I doing all
right?" "Oh God yes, Olivia," I say, "it feels incredible, it's never felt
so good." I'm already in heaven, but I know better is to come.

   After a few more minutes, I feel like I need to have her stop because I
fear I will come and I don't want that to happen yet.  My dick has felt on
the edge of coming since before she first touched it, but for whatever
reason it hasn't.  I actually worry a bit whether I will be able to, when I
want to, like thinking maybe an experience like this has blown my come fuse
and it'll just sit on the edge of orgasm but never get there.

   I say, "Let's do something else." She sounds almost sad when she says,
"OK," but she stops stroking and slowly draws her hand all the way back to
the head and off my cock.

   "Remember," I say, "we can stop any time you want and if I suggest
something that you don't want to do, you can say so and we'll either do
something else, or stop altogether, whatever you want." She says, "OK" and
looks at me expectantly, waiting for instructions.  I shudder inside.

   I say, "Would you feel OK lying down on the bed, and I can touch you
some, kinda like giving you a rub down, then maybe in a few minutes I can
take your panties off?" She puts her head to the side a little, giving me a
coy grin, and says "OK." I think maybe she is realizing she has power in
this situation, even though I'm the teacher, I'm also like a puppy and she
has the treat I want.

   She lies down on the bed near the edge, and I start moving my hands all
over her skin.  Shoulders, neck, arms, stomach, legs, feet, deliberately
avoiding the obviously erogenous zones at first.  She closes her eyes and
goes "mmmm" every once in a while.  Then while I am rubbing I lean over her
and my cock touches her stomach, she opens her eyes and looks at it.  From
that time on she keeps her eyes open, following my cock around as it moves
while I give her a gentle massage.

   I start gradually including her breasts in the massage; the first time I
brush over them she sighs and takes my cock in her hand again.  It's calmed
down enough that it doesn't feel like I'm going to explode at any second,
but that changes quickly enough.  I'm rubbing her breasts and she is
stroking my cock, and I open the next door by leaning down, brushing my
tongue over the near nipple, and then taking the aureole and nipple in my
mouth, gently sucking.  She shudders, says "Oh, God," grabs my cock more
tightly and starts stroking faster.  I suck and lick and she strokes, for
maybe two minutes, but then I fear I'm about to come again so I release her
from my mouth and say "God, feels so good but you need to stop," and so she
does, looking up at me.

   "Remember how I said that my penis grew because I would imagine you with
no clothes?" "Yes." "Well, pretty much every night after the party, when I
went to bed and after Dylan's mom was asleep, I would imagine you naked, it
would get hard and I would touch it like you were touching it.  You said
you had been imagining me too.  Did you ever touch yourself while you were
thinking about it?" She blushed again, and quietly said, "Yes." I said,
"Can I take your panties off now and watch while you touch yourself like
that?" She didn't reply for a few seconds, I'm thinking she doesn't want
to, but then she says, "OK." I am leaping for joy inside.

   I ask her to turn, so her head is toward the far side of the bed, then I
have her scoot down until her butt is almost at the edge of my side, just
far enough away to have a place for her to put her feet down at the edge if
her knees are up.  "OK, just a second," I say.  I start massaging again,
just like everything else, her legs are incredible.  I lift them up and
bring her feet together, rub all the way down, bringing my hands just
millimeters from where those delicious white panties are covering her,
rubbing back up, spreading the legs, rubbing back down the inside, stopping
just short of the promised land, repeat several times.  There is obvious
moisture on her panties.  She is breathing fast, eyes closed, and every
time I get close to her crotch the exhale is a little louder.

   I lift her legs once more, bring them together and give a final
luxurious rub down their length, then hook into the band of her panties,
pull them out from under her butt, bring them up and off her legs.  I keep
holding her feet together and look down.  God, it's gorgeous.  Framed by
her beautiful hips, two perfect plump lips surrounding a vertical line,
glistening with wetness, a little engorged bump peeking out at the top.  My
cock jumps.  I just have to look, I can't take my eyes away.  I know I'll
never forget this sight.  It's all I can do to not drop to my knees and
plunge my tongue into her.

   Gently, I bring her legs down until they rest on the bed, her knees
bent. I look at her face, she returns my gaze and gives me a smile.  "Now,"
I say, "pretend you're in bed one night since the party, think about what
you were thinking about then and touch yourself.  I'll watch, and if you
don't mind I might help, after I've watched for a little while, OK?" She
swallows, then, "OK."

   I kneel beside the bed and wait.  She is hesitant, like she doesn't know
how to start.  She starts to do something with her hands a couple of times
but then puts them back to her sides on the bed, or rests them on her
stomach.  I say, "I know it might be hard to do, but just try to pretend
I'm not here.  You're in bed, with the covers over you.  No one can see
what you do." She takes a deep breath in and out.  Her hands gently lift
from her stomach and her fingertips rub up her body, circling the sweet
mounds of her breasts and moving up to tease around the aureoles and
nipples.  Her eyes are closed now, and she licks her lips, then gives a
little "mmmmmm." Her bent knees start to slowly drift apart, unconsciously,
opening her to my eager eyes.

   After maybe a minute, she starts fondling her breasts a little less
gently, massaging a mound with one hand and squeezing a nipple between the
fingers of the other.  Her breathing is getting faster and her mouth is
open slightly, eyes still closed, obviously feeling pleasure and getting
more excited.

   Her knees have fallen as far apart as they can comfortably go; her pussy
is completely exposed to me but she hasn't touched herself there yet.  I am
torn between studying her face as she becomes more and more aroused,
staring between her legs, or following her moving hands as they caress her
breasts.  As her legs had opened, her outer labia parted to reveal two
perfect pink inner lips, coated with moisture, absolutely symmetrical, like
the two wings of the most beautiful butterfly on Earth, the whole thing
topped with a sweet little tuft of brown hair.  As I drink in the sights
with my eyes, I begin to believe I must be dreaming.  There is nothing
imperfect about this girl, and no human body can get everything "right." I
decide even if it is a dream, it's a hell of a good one and I'm going with
it, just praying I don't wake up too soon.

   Her every breath is audible now.  Her left hand is alternating between
squeezing the mound of her breast and massaging the nipple, while her right
hand has begun to wander, rubbing down her stomach, then back to her
breast, then farther down to caress her inner thigh, coming close to but
not quite touching her vulva.  The hand begins to spend more time below the
waist than above.  Her fingertips massage the creases where her legs meet
her pelvis, and she continues to flirt with but not quite touch the outer
labia.  Then finally it appears she can take no more of her teasing
herself, and her index and middle finger together make a single run up the
length of her slit.  She lets out a breath with an "ohhhhhhh" and I
whisper, "God."

   Now that she's crossed that line, her right hand starts a delicate
choreography.  Two fingers rubbing small circles on her inner labia,
parting the fingers to squeeze inward from the outer lips, middle finger
moving up and down the slit, all four fingers making slight circular
motions while pressing down on her clit.  Her left hand is rhythmically
squeezing her breast.  Almost every breath now contains a moan.  I have
moved my face to a couple of inches away from this greatest show I have
ever seen, so close I can smell her musk, which of course is the greatest
thing I have ever smelled.

   I believe she has been able to take my words to heart and pretend I'm
not there.  She is totally into pleasuring herself, and I'm just watching,
rapt.  If my bedroom were on fire right now I wouldn't know it.

   A few more minutes pass and her head is turning side to side, moaning,
left hand squeezing her breast and nipple urgently, while her right hand
has settled into quick circular motions on her clit.  Her legs are jerking,
spasming.  "Ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh..." I know she is getting close.  I take
this opportunity to make good on my promise to "help," bring my face in,
lick up from the bottom of the slit, swirl my tongue around both her inner
lips then thrust it inside her.

   She takes in a huge gasp, her back arches, both hands fly away then land
back on my head, grinding my face and her pussy into each other with as
much force as she can muster, and she screams, "OH GOD!!!!!!!" The pressure
parts her inner lips and my own lips go inside, pushing my tongue in
farther.  I move it around in circles, exploring the walls of her delicious
tunnel, and the tip brushes something that I suppose must be her hymen. 
Juices squirt, filling my eager mouth and squeezing out past it, covering
my face as she grinds into me with the biologically hard-wired rhythm of an
orgasm, shaking, every breath a scream of ecstasy.

   After the best 15 seconds or so of my life, I have savored and swallowed
all of the delicious, tangy essence I was lucky enough to get in my mouth.
She has relaxed, spent, hands dropped to her sides, chest heaving, giving
an exhausted quiet "unhnn" with each breath, her entire body covered with a
fine sheen of sweat.  I gently kiss, over and over, her engorged, soaked
pussy.

   Maybe two minutes later, I am still gently kissing her pussy, and she
contentedly breathes out, "Wow." I guess she's ready to talk or move on to
whatever's next, so I give one more kiss and then crawl up on the bed
beside her.  "Are you OK?," I ask, and she replies, "Oh, yes." "Did you
learn about orgasms in sex education?" "Yes, and it happened to me
sometimes when I would touch myself, but nothing like that, nothing so big!
I've never felt anything like it!  And I can't believe you put your mouth
there!  Didn't it taste bad, like pee or something?" "Oh God no, Olivia," I
said, "you are delicious, the best thing I have ever tasted!" She smiles
and blushes.  I continue, "And juices came out of you and I got to swallow
them, that was an unexpected treat!" "Wow," she says, "they taught us that
stuff comes out when a guy has an orgasm, but they didn't say anything
about girls doing it." "Yes," I say, "it doesn't happen for every girl, but
it's special when a girl does it.  And speaking of my orgasm, this has been
such an exciting experience, and there has been so much touching without me
'finishing,' it is going to be really big when it happens, like yours was."
"OK," she says, "so what do we do to make you have an orgasm, then?" Taking
initiative!  I love it!

   "Well," I said, "I really, really enjoyed when I was licking and kissing
you there.  More than I can tell you.  In fact, after the party when I
would touch myself while thinking about you, when I imagined licking you
and putting my tongue inside you is usually when I would have my orgasm. 
So I find that very exciting and it's one of my favorite things to do.  So,
we'll wait a few minutes to relax and recover, and then what I would like
to do is lie on the bed while you straddle over my face, basically sit on
my face, and I will finish myself with my hand while I'm kissing and
licking you.  Does that sound OK?" She obviously liked being eaten out,
because she enthusiastically said, "OK!"

   I have her roll into me and we spoon for maybe 10 minutes, relaxing, her
enjoying the slowly dimming glow of her first orgasm that someone else
participated in, me relishing the taste of her still in my mouth, her scent
all over my face, feeling her soft young body pressed up against mine as we
lie with my arm around her.  I kiss the nape of her neck, her shoulders. 
She lies there, snuggling into me, breathing softly, enjoying the teasing
feel of my never-softened cock pressing into her bottom.

   Finally I say, "I'm ready," and she says "OK" and rolls away.  I rotate,
lying in the middle of the bed, throwing the pillows aside, and she without
direction starts moving to sit on my face.  "Nice!," I think.  It's a
beautiful view, as she positions her lithe teen body over me, seeing her
slightly flushed face and perfect little breasts, nipples still erect. 
Then my entire field of vision is taken by her gorgeous pussy, once again
no more than a few inches away.  Her inexperience prevents her from
lowering it to my waiting mouth, though, so I take her hips and gently pull
her down to me.

   I start with kisses, again.  First around the perimeter, don't want to
dive in right away, want to savor this.  She isn't making any noise yet but
she has grasped the top of the headboard with both hands, like she is
expecting something big.  I'm not going to disappoint.

   She is spread, both sets of labia engorged, inner folded over the outer,
her opening beckoning me.  I put my nose right up to it and take in a long,
deep breath.  God, she smells so good.  I plant a long kiss right at the
center of her inner lips, starting with mouth wider open then closing,
increasing pressure slightly and sucking as I pull away, stretching her
inner labia as I do.  She tenses and breathes out, "Ohhhhh..." I let that
kiss go, then drag my tongue slowly up the length of her slit, teasing just
the barest opening of her inner lips, making a circle at the top around her
clit, using my tongue to separate it from the surrounding flesh, then back
down.  As my tongue touches her clit, she tenses again and takes in a gasp
immediately followed with an "Unhnn!" as she breathes back out.

   Kissing, licking, sucking, probing inside her with my tongue, teasing
her clit out fully from its "protection" and gently sucking it in my mouth,
feeling her tense and relax, breathing quickening, hearing her moan,
noticing her start to grind against my face as I take up the frequency,
pressure, and urgency of my oral touches, I worship this goddess with my
mouth.  Still I am relishing this, though, not trying to finish her too
fast.  I think I could do this for days.

   After several minutes, I take my right hand and start to slowly stroke
my cock.  She notices the movement almost immediately and to my surprise,
through her moans, she says, "Wait, I can't see what you're doing and I
want to watch!" I stop and lift her off a little, saying, "OK, I think I
know what we can do." It'll give me an opportunity to do something I was
wanting to do anyway, to take the intensity up a notch and maybe give her
another shocking orgasm.  I say, "You can turn around so you could watch
what I'm doing, but if you do that you can't sit up straight on me like
now, you'll have to lean down some or I won't be able to reach you very
well with my tongue." "OK," she says.

   She deftly dismounts, turns around, and comes back down over me, this
time with no hesitation in lowering her pussy to my mouth.  She is resting
on her hands, face several inches from my bulging cock.  Now, I have the
added pleasure of viewing her cute little asshole.  It's perfect.  Of
course it is.  Did I even have to say it?  A little tan ring, puckered up
in a neat tiny starburst, surrounded by creamy flesh.  I have plans for it
later, but I need to get her to the right place first.

   I start again with the oral worship, and she starts with the moaning. 
This puts my nose practically against her anus and I am amazed that even
that smells good.  I take my left hand down and start gently squeezing her
breast, and begin stroking myself again with my right hand.  I'm going very
slowly; I have been right on the edge basically since this started and the
last thing I want is to come before I'm ready.  Of course I can't tell what
she is looking at, but it is almost as if I feel that even though she's
being pleasured and is moaning because of it, her eyes are open and glued
to my cock and my stroking hand, just like they were glued to it when she
was stroking me at the beginning.

   This goes on.  I don't know how long.  I am enjoying the hell out of
this and I don't care if it's Sunday night and my wife has walked in the
bedroom door.  She is moaning continually but I am keeping the pace pretty
steady, bringing her up very slowly.  I want this one to be explosive too,
when it hits her.  Then she moves and I feel something unexpected, though I
was hoping for it.  She takes her hand and puts it above mine, moving up
and down with it while I'm stroking.  So she's helping me to get full shaft
coverage.  After a little while, I decide to let her take over for me and
remove my hand because I need them both for my plan.  She continues without
missing a beat.

   At first, I just use my hands to rub her back, squeeze her ass, while
gradually increasing the intensity of eating her out.  It's working, she is
breathing faster, panting, and moaning more.  I move my hands all around
for a while, on her back, under her to squeeze her breasts, massaging her
ass, then I leave them planted on her cheeks and spread them a little
further apart, kneading them in a circular motion.  Just the stimulation of
her spreading cheeks pulling on her anus causes her to give an extra "Oh!"
She's stroking faster now because of her excitement, and I'm scared to
death I'm going to spray her face with cum, but my concentration on what
I'm doing is keeping me from coming.  While moving my tongue furiously,
inside her, back out, circling her labia and clitoris, back inside, giving
a few quick thrusts in and out like it's a tiny penis, I take my right
index finger and start kneading the flesh surrounding her asshole.  Quicker
panting, faster stroking.  I press down directly on the starburst and make
tiny circular motions with my fingertip.  She gasps, "OH!!!" and strokes
even faster.

   I decide to try to finish her because I'm not sure how much longer I can
hold out.  I don't know if what I plan will have the desired effect, but
I'm hopeful, and I'm confident by the way she is responding that I can give
her another orgasm, somehow, regardless.  I pull my tongue away, start
rubbing her clit with my left index finger, and put my left thumb inside
her, right up to the hymen.  I lay the tip of my tongue on her anus and
press, almost, but not quite, opening and entering it.

   Her whole body shudders.  Her legs, where they are resting on the bed
beside my head, stiffen and press down against it and her feet draw an arc
in the air.  She stops stroking and her hand tightens around my cock,
almost to the point of pain.  I imagine it swelling with blood above where
she is squeezing, turning purple.  She lets out a huge "OHHHHHHH!!!!!!" and
again, juices pour out of her, spilling down over my hand, neck and chest.
Her back arches, head snaps back.  She grinds against my hand and the
motion causes my tongue, pressed against her asshole, to swipe back and
forth over it, while causing my left thumb to move in and out of her. 
Again, every breath lets out an "Ahhhhhh!!!" for maybe 15 seconds, until
she collapses onto me, her head falling to rest on my leg right next to my
cock.  Spent, re-spent.  Her legs quiver and spasm beside my head.  She is
taking very fast, but still very deep breaths.  Her right hand has never
left my cock, but she is no longer squeezing or stroking.

   I gently remove my thumb from inside her, return both my hands to her
back and begin gently rubbing, while kissing her pussy just like last time.
She makes no sound, does not move, just breathing, hand still gripping my
cock.  She stays that way for what seems like several minutes, nothing
moving but her breath, me kissing her pussy and kneading her back and butt
cheeks with my hands.  I begin to believe she has passed out, but then she
starts stroking me again, ever so slowly.  She lifts her head and rests on
her left elbow, her left hand on the side of my thigh near my knee.  Her
face can't be more than a couple of inches from my cock, and I imagine her
staring yet again while her hand moves up and down its length.

   I'm kind of surprised that she didn't roll off when she finished that
time, but maybe she thought about the fact that I still hadn't come, and I
do so enjoy eating this girl's pussy, so I don't mind at all that she
doesn't move.  Some minutes have gone by since she came so I figure the
just-orgasmed oversensitivity has passed, and I start gently tonguing and
etc.  again, my whole repertroire of cunnilingus that I love doing so much.
She starts moaning softly again, but I'm not sure I can give her a third.
She might be orgasm'ed out for today.  But she is getting into it enough to
start stroking my cock a little faster, and now I finally have the freedom
of knowing I can explode without feeling like it's too soon.

   I stop the oral worship long enough to say, "I'm very close now and
remember it's going to be huge, so you might want to move your face away."
Then I immediately go back to eating.  She huskily responds, "OK," but it
doesn't feel like she changes position.

   She is stroking me faster now, getting more excited despite just having
her second-ever mind-blowing orgasm, and even though my devouring her pussy
like a starved man at a feast is still taking my mind off the sensation of
her hand on my cock, delaying my orgasm, I know it will be soon.  I can't
imagine how huge this is going to be.  I think about it shooting to the
ceiling, covering her and me all over.  I wonder if I'll have a heart
attack.

   As I'm eating, her stroking is getting me more and more excited, I start
my own moaning and "unhnn" in between and even while my tongue is doing its
work.  I'm seconds away from coming.  Then unexpectedly I feel warm wetness
surround the head of my cock.  Only one explanation, she put me in her
mouth.  I guess she's paying me back for servicing her so well with mine.
She can't take very much of it in, it's so engorged, but she does get it
past the sensitive part behind the head, and I actually feel her lips and a
little scrape of her teeth (her first time, I'll let it slide) pass over
the head and then the super-sensitive flesh just past it on the underside.
I let out a sudden breath, not even a normal moaning sound, more like a
"pah!" She caught me completely by surprise.  We hadn't talked at all about
doing oral on me, I was expecting to be stroked until finish and I was just
fine with that.  I'm so in shock and the sensation is so incredible that I
can't keep up my work.  I just stop, but she doesn't.  While she strokes up
with her hand, she moves her head back too and again I feel the passing of
lips and teeth over that sensitive area.  I'm going to die, I know it.  At
the top of her stroke, the head of my cock almost removed from her mouth,
both her hand and mouth go back down.  The same delicious scraping.  I'm
done.  I gasp in and say something incoherent, trying to warn her, "Oh God,
Olivia, no, it's gonna, oh God!" and I start exploding in her mouth.

   No sexual experience in my life compares with this orgasm.  The first
time I ever gave one to myself.  The time one of my female cousins and I
clumsily explored each other while spending the night at my grandma's
house. The first time I ever got a hand job or a blow job from a
girlfriend. The first time I ever came inside a woman.  Nothing was even
close.  My vision goes black, an overwhelming rush of tingling and pleasure
sweep over my body, my brain slows down time.  I feel, like watching a
frame-by-frame, the first shot preparing itself inside me.  It builds
inside my balls, the sack cinches up to squeeze it out, and I internally
watch and feel as the first gout of cum works its way up my shaft while my
legs stiffen and the first of many shots blasts itself out of me.

   "AHHHHH!!!!!!," I scream as it shoots into her mouth.  Her left hand
tightens on my thigh, and I hear something like a muffled "pmpf" but she
doesn't take her mouth away.  I can imagine her eyes wide with surprise,
but she continues to stroke and her mouth stays right where it is.  Spasm
after spasm, shot after shot, "AHHHHH!!!" after "AHHHHH!!!" I feel some hot
fluid running down the side of my cock, but not enough to explain it all.
Not for this one.  She must be swallowing it.  There is no way that much of
my cock and that much of my cum could fit in her mouth at the same time.

   I am in true ecstasy, the only things in the universe are me and this
girl, and I'm coming into her indescribable mouth.  It goes on forever. 
But yet it ends.  The shots stop.  Now I'm the one spent.  Lying there, her
pussy still an inch from my face, but my eyes are closed and I'm just
breathing, nothing else.  Occasionally my legs will spasm and for a while
my cock gives a little jerk with that same orgasm timing, like it has more
cum to give, but of course it doesn't.  Unbelievably, she still has it in
her mouth.  She is stroking, though more slowly now, and squeezing on the
way up, like she wants to milk the last of my cum out into her mouth.  Like
she knows exactly what she's doing because she's done this a thousand
times. Of course this was her first, so it must be something else wired
into us.

   It slowly goes soft, and she releases it from her mouth and hand.  Then
she crawls off of me, turns around and snuggles up under my left arm,
laying her head on my chest.  We lie like that for several minutes,
breathing, recovering.

   "I didn't expect that," I say to her.  "Was it OK?," she asked.  I laugh
to myself inside.  Was it OK.  Wow.  "Oh God, Olivia, it was so much more
than OK.  It was the biggest, most intense orgasm I've ever had. 
Everything about this experience, from the first moment we walked into the
bedroom, has been the best, most intense I've ever had.  You're 14 years
old, a virgin.  You chose me for your first time exploring sex.  I tasted
you.  You have no idea, and I don't have words to describe, how it feels to
a 40 year old man to be allowed to taste a 14 year old girl.  I gave you
two orgasms and drank the juices that flowed out of you.  You brought me to
a constant edge of orgasm for an hour and then when I finally came, it was
in your mouth.  Again, no words to describe how it feels to me for you to
do something so special for me.  I'm over the moon, and I hope I'm not just
about to wake up and lie sad in my bed when I realize it was all a dream."

   "It's not a dream," she says.  "I was just rubbing him with my hand, and
I was thinking about how good it felt that first time when you surprised me
by doing what you did with your mouth, and I wanted you to feel the same
way.  I had my orgasm when you did it and you had your orgasm when I did
it. I didn't expect so much stuff to come out, though.  But I didn't want
to take my mouth away because I felt like that would be cheating you, so I
swallowed all that I could.  And I liked it, feeling the way he was jerking
inside my mouth, the stuff spurting out, it was warm and a little salty.  I
really liked hearing you, knowing I was making it happen and hoping it felt
as good for you as mine did for me.  And it was neat the way he kept moving
and then got soft after a little while.  So I don't mind that you had your
orgasm there."

   I swear if I could have come again so soon I would have, just hearing
her say that.  It was so sweet and so exciting at the same time.  I had a
wonderful thought that this might be only the first of many such
experiences with Olivia, instead of a one-time thing.  We continue to lie
there, her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her, for what seemed
like a long time.

   "You've made me unbelievably happy, Olivia," I say, "I'm so glad you
decided to come over today, and so glad that I was the only one home." "I'm
glad I came over too," she says, "and you've made me very happy.  I've
never felt anything like the things you made me feel today.  I want to do
some more with you, but I guess it'll have to be later because my parents
will be calling or coming over soon if I don't get home.  I suppose we
don't want to say anything about this to anybody, right?" This girl is wise
beyond her years.  "Yes, that would be best," I say, then, "OK, let's get
you cleaned up and dressed."

   She lifts her head from my chest and starts to get up, and I suddenly
take hold of her face, bring it to mine and kiss her.  Not a quick
closed-mouth peck, but not a french tongue-fest either.  Just a really
nice, lingering, open mouth to open mouth kiss.  We hold it for a long
time, our mouths moving against each other; I gently probe into her mouth
with my tongue once or twice and hers greets it, I taste myself mingled
with her, and she tastes herself mingled with me.  Then we both close our
mouths slowly and part with a smooching sound that gives that synonym for a
kiss its name.  Incredibly, it was the first time we had kissed.  I guess I
was so obsessed with getting us naked in front of each other that I never
considered exploring kissing with her.  Well, now that my tongue has been
inside her and I've come in her mouth, we probably won't be nervous about
practicing kissing next time.

   The rest is mundane; I get a washcloth wet with warm water and gently
wash her face, her thighs where her wonderful juices had spilled out, her
hand where my cum had covered it, and her crotch area, very slowly and
softly.  She closes her eyes and her lips part contentedly.  She looks like
she ran a marathon, but maybe she can tell her parents it was a long
session of Just Dance 3 or something.  I drop to my knees in front of her,
kiss her stomach, then help her put her panties and shorts back on, and
chuckle inside when I realize that only now do I notice her socks have been
on the entire time.  I get up, put the shirt over her head and linger on
the way down, just like I did taking it off, pulling the fabric slowly over
her breasts.  She sighs and her nipples become erect again.

   Then I put my underwear, shorts, and shirt back on, and survey the
bedroom.  I've got some work to do.  Good thing Saturday is the day we
usually change the sheets anyway, and hopefully my wife will buy the story
that I was just trying to keep up with chores and help with the housework
while she was gone.

   We walk downstairs, head to the front door, and I give her a long
embrace.  I have to bend at the waist to hug her, and she has to stand on
tiptoes a little, but it's a wonderful hug nonetheless.  I whisper in her
ear, "Thank you, Olivia.  You've given me the experience of a lifetime.  I
hope we can explore much more with each other." We part and she says,
"Thanks for being so gentle and patient with me, Mr.  Har..., I mean Eric.
You made me so comfortable and it all felt so good.  I definitely want to
do more." "I can't wait," I say.

   I open the door and say in a nice loud voice in case any nosy neighbors
are listening, "Thanks for visiting, Olivia, Dylan had fun!," and I give
her a wink.  She replies, "I had fun too!  Hopefully I can come over to
play video games again soon," then in a whisper, "when nobody else is
here," with a sly smile.  Then she turned and walked next door, home.