Angelina, The Naive Nymphette: Part 3

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Angelina the Naive Nymphette (Part 3) (f-solo, fM oral 1st)   - by
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Angelina the Naive Nymphette

Angelina padded down the hall, naked and comfortable in her new home. 
It was still dark, but she was used to waking early.  She was too
excited to sleep, as well.  Not just the new home and life, but
sexually.  One hand on her pussy, she opened Mr. Smith's door a
little, then knocked.

"Mr. Smith, are you awake yet?"

There was no answer.  The girl decided to go in and wait for him to
arise.  With only a sheet for covering, Mr. Smith's body shape was
clear.  His bare legs stuck out the bottom, and his upper chest was
also uncovered.  The dim light in the room didn't allow Angelina a
good view of his body, but she was still fascinated, excited by the
presence of a man, almost naked.  Not just because he was a man.  He
was her first lover, and she wanted to do it again, to learn more of
the joys of love and sex.

The naked girl felt that Mr. Smith wanted to do things like this with
her. She'd been touching her pussy all along, and really wanted Mr.
Smith's touches.  And to touch him.

She thought "It would be OK to touch Mr. Smith, to help him wake up. 
I've imagined waking up that way, but it never happened to me.  Not
yet, anyway." That made her smile.

As she thought this, she ran her hand up his legs.  Mr. Smith was
sleeping on his back; she could run her hands between his legs, up
under the sheet, pushing it up until the place where the man's legs
met was exposed.  Though she'd touched and licked that place last
night, she was very interested in checking it out again.  To observe
it, feel it, and taste it again.

Angelina knew that her pussy, her vagina and especially her clitoris,
was very sensitive.  She touched Mr. Smith's soft cock and the sack
below very gently, not wanting to hurt him, just surprise him and help
him awaken.

Her breath caught in her throat.  She tried to keep from moaning with
pleasure and desire.  One hand rubbed her clit, harder now as she felt
her orgasm come closer.  The other stroked the man's groin, all over,
and she enjoyed that sensation too.  Yet she wanted to share this
feeling with him, and so held her own pleasure back, stopping before
she was done.

She'd rarely done that before, without an interruption from someone
else.

She ran her hands down her own legs, to her toes, and up between them
again.  Mr. Smith's body wasn't the same as hers, and she wanted to
make a direct comparison.  She wet her fingers in her mouth, and
wished she could lick her own sensitive places as Mr. Smith had done.

 Unable to do that, with wet fingers being a poor substitute, she
could do it to Mr. Smith.  "It would be so nice to be awakened that
way," she thought again.  "I'm sure he'll like it." She imagined the
sensations on herself, before she leaned over to kiss his toes.

 Not just kissing, she stroked his foot with her fingers, and licked
and sucked each toe.  Clean from last night's shower, she didn't find
them much different to touch or taste than her fingers, but she'd
always wondered what sucking toes would be like.  She moved up the
bed, alternating legs, rubbing them.  His hair felt strange to her,
thicker and darker than her own.  She shaved the hair on her legs now,
but let it grow last winter, and it was still much finer than the
hairs on this man.

She put her fingers into her mouth, then on his body, then into her
pussy and back again.  A hotness filled her, as though she were
standing close to the stove, or sick with fever, as she closed on his
sex organs.

In his sleep, his body reacted to her touch and tongue making direct
contact with his cock.  She decided to lick on his scrotum, feeling
the harder, sensitive objects within slide inside her mouth.  The
hairs on her tongue felt strange, but nice.  But the smooth shaft
above them was ever more interesting, with a taste she found oddly
sweet.  Then she realized what it was!  There was some remnant of
semen, the sperm from inside him, as she'd tasted last night.  And she
was sure she'd licked him clean then.                                                     
"Well, if he was able to 'orgasm' after I left, without my help,
that's all right.  I'll share it with him this morning, for sure!" she
thought.



Dawn was coming, and the room was brightening, when Angelina finally
stopped her slow, soft licking and touching.  "Mr. Smith is sure
sleeping hard this morning," Angelina thought.  She didn't want to
make him come while he slept, since he'd miss out on it and that might
upset him.  She didn't know for certain that she could make that
happen, but it sure looked like she could, with sweet wetness from
within leaking out the tip into her mouth.

His body was just so lovely, and the stiff shaft, standing up so hard
and wet, stirred strange feelings inside her.  A sympathetic vibration
in her vagina, deep inside her.  With enough light to let her examine
the man's naked body well, she decided to take a look at all of it.

The sheet wasn't easy to pull off without waking him, but she pulled
it off anyway.  He stirred, but still didn't seem awake.

Angelina asked, "Mr. Smith?  Are you awake yet?"

There was no response, so Angelina sat on the bed, just looking at
him.  After a few minutes of just waiting, enjoying the scene, she
stroked herself on her abdomen, on the sides, to the middle, down to
her pubic mound but stopping at the top of her opening only a moment
before running her hands up to her nipples.  She knew that her nipples
were sensitive, and felt nice to touch and rub against things.



Mr. Smith was having the most intense, erotic dream about the young
girl he'd just met, making love to her.  Other girls, all naked, were
around touching him, licking him all over.  The dream seemed so real
that for a moment he thought that the naked girl was on his bed,
stroking his chest and licking his nipples.  The sensations were so
intense, even for a dream, that he couldn't resist enjoying them.

Reality has other sensations in it, though, and Mr. Smith noticed them
all. He was surprised to find Angelina here, on his bed, as he came
out of his dream.  But he decided that he shouldn't be surprised, as
she'd done almost the same last night.

He felt moist coldness on his lower body and touched his hard cock,
feeling slick wetness all over it.  Angelina had clearly done more
than just touch and feel him a little.

Seeing his movement, his eyes open, Angelina stopped her attentions on
the man's body and turned to look at him.

"I didn't want to wake you up too fast," Angelina explained, seeing
him move.  "I hope you don't mind.  I wanted to touch you, the way
that I wanted to be touched this morning.  I'd never seen a man before
yesterday, and I wanted to do more.  You are so nice to look at and to
touch."

She ran her hands over his body again, holding his hand which was
still covering his own cock.

"I've never seen a man before, only in pictures.  Never unclothed,
naked."

Mr. Smith decided to explain more to the girl, before this got more
out of hand.  Unfortunately, Angelina didn't want things to stay cool.

Still, Mr. Smith tried, in between Angelina's touches and kisses. 
"First, last night, I went too fast, did too much . . . "

Angelina interrupted him, saying, "Oh, it was very nice, Mr. Smith.  I
really liked it a lot!"

"I . . .  it was nice, but, yes . . .  I don't want to take advantage
of you. Or get you into trouble."

Angelina was licking Mr. Smith's hard cock, holding it in her hand,
when she let go of it to answer. 

"Gosh, that's swell.  Very nice of you to do that, I mean."  She
resumed her attentions, moving lower, touching Mr. Smith's legs, still
licking the hard shaft in her hand.

"Anyway, I just want you to know that you don't have to lick up a
man's sperm."

"Don't good girls do that?"

"Uh . . .  I think that they do, the best girls, but only for men they
really like."

"I really like you, Mr. Smith.  And I want to learn more about this,
touching, orgasms, all that kind of stuff."

"Also, this is very important.  Don't tell everyone about this."

She nodded her assent without stopping her attentions on him.  Then
she moved on top of Mr. Smith to resume touching and kissing his
chest.  She kept one leg outside his, straddling his knee, her pubic
mound pressed against it, as she moved up his body.  As she got past
his nipples, she sat her pussy down on his hard cock, straddling his
hips.  She really liked how that felt, and she kissed Mr. Smith on the
mouth, a natural reaction, just as Sister Christy had done with her
when they touched.  Her pussy slit was pressed down against Mr.
Smith's very hard cock, rubbing against it, and he felt the kiss and
body contact electrically overstimulating, blinding him to all other
sensations and thoughts.

He wanted to pull her up a bit, and then down, letting her vagina
enclose him.  It was maddening to be so close and not be able to do
more about it.  So far, this had been all Angelina's ideas, her
initiative, and he wasn't yet willing to give in to his own desires
for her.

Angelina felt her own hot desire flame, but she didn't understand the
implication of the contact between their groins.  The sensation in her
pussy, as her clit slipped along his hardness, was unbelievably
intense for her.  Had she known, she might have wished the same as Mr.
Smith. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for Mr. Smith's sense of
honor, she didn't know how to move the parts together.

When Angelina rolled off his body, Mr. Smith sighed in frustration,
then again in relief.  Now he would have a chance to think, to decide
how to treat this girl.  Obviously, she was ready and willing to have
sex with him, and he was not disposed to kick her out of his bed.  His
body was definitely, painfully against that.  Rationally, he should
tell her to go, she was too young for this, it wasn't right.  Yet he
just couldn't do that.

Kisses on his neck, hands on his nipples again, diverted rational
thoughts. The girl kissed and caressed her way back to his groin. 
Neither spoke, Angelina because she was enjoying the sensations,
imagining how this might feel on her own body.  Mr. Smith stayed quiet
because he simply couldn't think about what to say or how to speak.

She licked his cock, up and down, all around it, then moved to his
balls again.  Then, down his right leg slowly, all the way back to his
toes.  She followed the reverse path up his other leg, right up to the
tip of his cock, a spot she noticed got a strong reaction to her
touch, her licks.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to come.  Shoot white stuff out,
you know?" Mr. Smith said, speaking in a strained voice.

Angelina took her mouth away from its target to speak, leaving her
hands in place to hold and stroke.  She said, "I'm a good girl, I can
lick it right up.  It does shoot out all over, though."

"You don't have to do this, Angelina.  But if you put your mouth over
the top end, and push downward, sucking my cock inside, it will all go
into your mouth,  Or most of it will, anyway, so you can swallow it."

"I don't know how much of the thingie, cock, I can get inside, but
I'll try it.  OK?" Angelina asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Angelina did so.  She also swirled her
tongue around the tip, licking his cock while it was inside her mouth,
and she tried hard to get it all in.  It felt to her like her mouth
was filled to bursting, but she wasn't able to get very much of it
inside her.  Mr. Smith couldn't hold back any longer, not with this
new stimulation, and released hot, sweet cream into her mouth.  Most
did end up inside, and she licked the rest up, going all around Mr.
Smith's cock with her tongue.  That tickled Mr. Smith, especially when
she ran her tongue up to his navel, and he tried not to laugh or
discourage her at all.

"That was fantastic, Angelina!" Mr. Smith exclaimed when she stopped.

The girl was beaming and happy, very excited.  "Did you really like
it? I thought that touching and kissing all over would feed good,
better than last night.  You know, licking just the parts that make
come, wetness."

"It was a good idea.  I think a lot of people concentrate on erogenous
zones, those places most sensitive and which bring orgasms, the most. 
Maybe because they're in a hurry.  It was very, very nice doing it
that way."

"Could you do it to me?  Both sides, I mean, front and back?" Angelina
asked, eyes bright, staring at the man.

"Back?  Kissing and licking behind?" Mr. Smith asked, as though
reluctant to do it.

"If you want to do it.  Please?" Angelina pleaded.

Maybe Angelina didn't mean her backside, exactly, but Mr. smith was
willing to try it anyway.  He said "Back first."

Angelina lay on her stomach, spreading her legs apart, to let Mr.
Smith touch her, to make her feel wonderful.  She hoped it would be
wonderful, as amazing as she imagined.

When Mr. Smith kissed the bottom of her feet, and her toes, she
giggled and squirmed.  That made Mr. Smith stop, and Angelina spoke
again.

"Don't stop, please!  I'll try not to wiggle, if it bothers you. I've
just always wanted a friend to do this with, touching and playing with
me.  Please, don't stop, go right on up to the top!"

Mr. Smith resumed his actions, licking and stroking his way up her
left leg, with the other hand on the right, all the way up to her
behind.  She arched up, giving him a chance to lick her pussy, and he
took it.  With her legs spread, Angelina made it easy for him to reach
her other hole, and he licked it briefly, but then moved on, going up
her crack, then up her back, rubbing her body all over with his hands. 
When he reached her neck and hair, he nibbled her ears from behind.

"Aah!" Angelina sighed, then giggled again as she rolled over.  Mr.
Smith's tongue was still out, and it washed across her cheek and nose,
tickling her.

"This is just so nice, Mr. Smith," Angelina said happily.

Mr. Smith replied, "It certainly is."  He thought it was much more
than just nice, knowing that he would soon be exploring her front as
much as he might want.

The room was light now, sunlight coming in the window.  He took time
to look down at Angelina's lovely naked form, her firm breasts
sticking up with hard points topping them, her soft, smooth stomach,
and the lovely hair adorning her sweet pussy.  Knowing that he would
soon be tasting and touching all he saw made him hard again, without
any touch on his sensitive penis.

He kissed his way down her face, from her forehead to her kips,
lingering a long while there as their tongues met.  Down he went, back
and forth across her neck, on her shoulders, and up her breasts.  Her
hard nipples slipped between fingers and teeth, exciting Angelina. 
She fought the urge to put her hands on herself to accelerate the
reaction.

She wasn't sure if Mr. Smith would mind that or not, but for today,
she wanted to learn how people did this for each other.  Angelina was
very familiar with how to give herself orgasmic pleasure, but she had
never received it from someone else before last night.  It felt so
good to enjoy being touched, and she wanted to concentrate on the
sensations, not her own push for release.

Leaving her breasts and nipples after several minutes of going from
one to the other, Mr. Smith slipped down her abdomen, stroking her
sides, licking her across the navel, until he reached her pussy.  It
was moist, and her arousal was very visible, exciting him more.  He
licked her tentatively, then more firmly.

"Just the stem.  I mean, my clitoris, just get it, suck it, lick it,
don't stop!" Angelina requested.

Mr. Smith happily complied, doing so until Angelina's whole body
shook, and then was still again, before releasing his contact on her
pussy.

"You still need to do my legs from the front, and back up again!"
Angelina demanded.

This request, made so insistently by the young girl, Mr. Smith was
also happy to oblige.  Angelina was rewarded with another orgasm on
his return to her pussy, with Mr. Smith lapping up the wetness coming
from her for several minutes as she cried in pleasure.

After she recovered, at least a little, Angelina rolled over to lie
next to Mr. Smith on the bed.  She hugged him closely, pressing her
body against his, enjoying the afterglow of sex.  Sharing it was much,
much better than doing it herself.



Mr. Smith's temporary resolve to leave Angelina alone, sexually, had
failed, and he realized that she had no desire to be left alone.  What
he should do about it was the problem, but she was so open and ready,
it was hard not to want more from her.

Lying to her was a bad thing, and he didn't want to do that now.  It
would be so easy to take advantage of her, to make her do what he
wanted, but he simply couldn't be cruel to her.

Mr. Smith took this break from sex as a chance to discuss things other
than sex, despite their mutual nudity and body contact.  Thinking of
this girl as a client, and ward, would take his mind off the
implications of what just happened.  Talking business while lying
naked next to her, with the taste of her still on his lips, may have
been self-deceptive, but Mr. Smith was not quite ready to give in
completely to his physical desires.



He explained a  bit of the family background and fortune, and how she
ended up in her isolation, after her parents' deaths -- by murder, as
far as the private records went, even though the official report was
accidental death. His father was the lawyer for the family then, and
the younger Mr. Smith never learned the details of that situation.  He
did know that it was her family which made most of the income for
their firm.

The business information was interesting for Angelina, but money as
such wasn't her concern.  She'd never needed it or spent it, and so
far being "rich" merely meant she had a nice large house, with many
new friends and now family.  The bit about her parents she wanted to
know more about, and Mr. Smith promised to give her whatever real
information he could find.

Angelina noticed that Mr. Smith's cock was getting long and stiff
again.  She moved over to lie on top of him, pressing her whole body
against his, groins touching again.

Mr. Smith stopped talking about business; he again explained about sex
with him and keeping all these things secret from the others.

"I agree, I promise.  For now, OK?"  Angelina said.  "I want to learn
more."

"I'll tell you more, but you really have to promise not to tell anyone
else.  OK?"  Mr. Smith asked, breathlessly.  It was hard to talk with
a naked girl resting her pussy on top of his cock, he found.

"OK, I promise, truly.  Since your cock is hard, I want to take
advantage of the situation," Angelina replied suggestively.  She
rubbed her body up and down him, slipping her pussy along his hard
cock.  This felt wonderful, and she increased the length of her slides
along his length. As she moved up higher, the tip of his cock entered
her vagina and slid in when she slipped back down again.  Both felt
shock from the sensation of contact, Mr. Smith doubly so because he
both wanted this contact and feared to go so far with this young girl,
so fast with her, without taking the time to think about the
situation.

Angelina kissed him, not speaking, though she sighed with pleasure,
enjoying this new sensation.  The contact between lips and tongue
seemed to link directly with the contact between penis and vagina, and
she rocked her body, enjoying the intense sensations.  His cock
couldn't go in very far due to a natural obstruction, still present in
her as Mr. Smith had observed earlier, but even so this new sensation
was surprising, exciting, and very pleasurable for Angelina.

Mr. Smith lay perfectly still, resisting his desire to push back or
pull her down, either of which might have allowed his cock to become
enclosed completely.  He knew that the pain would surprise her, and he
really didn't know how badly it might hurt.

Breaking her kiss, but not the contact below, Angelina said, "This is
so nice, our spots touching like this.  As if they are supposed to go
together, they fit right in. Is that how it should work, cock fitting
into my pussy like this?"

Finding it hard to answer amid the tingling sensations, Mr. Smith said
simply, "Yes."  He took a break, taking a moment to think, then asked
"Move up, let my cock go outside you again.  Please?"

"OK," Angelina replied, not wanting to lose this contact but desiring
to learn more, trusting Mr. Smith to treat her well.

The girl was still on top of him, and his now wet cock was rubbing
against her slit, a very intense sensation for them both.  Mr. Smith
tried to explain things calmly, but found it difficult, whispering
softly, slowly, trying to minimize the passion in his voice, to hide
his feelings.

"The contact between penis and vagina is called sexual intercourse, or
fucking, and a few other things I'll explain later," Mr. Smith told
Angelina.  "It does feel very nice, but a girl doing it for the first
time will feel pain, as the barrier in her vagina breaks," Mr. Smith
said, surprising himself by stating the situation so clinically.  He
realized that he didn't want to take Angelina's virginity this
morning.

"You will want to wait a while before you take that step, Angelina,"
he advised her, trying to look as wise as he could with her smiling
face above his and his own pleasure showing on his face.

But Angelina no longer wanted to wait, not for anything.  She asked
him, "How bad does it hurt?  Does it feel good the first time, even if
it hurts?  Because touching there sure felt great to me.  Was it nice
for you?"

Mr. Smith tried to answer this string of questions, but was hampered
by the fact that he didn't really know how it felt for a girl.  He'd
never asked, and had never done it with a virgin.  Honest openness won
out.

"I'm not sure, Angelina.  I know how nice it feels, but not how much
it hurts."

"We should just do it, Mr. Smith.  Please?" Angelina asked.

Mr. Smith tried to argue her out of this idea for a while, but
Angelina was persistent and her position on top of him did little to
cool her desires.  Or his, for that matter, though he tried to avoid
revealing it.  The fact that she said, "I'll find someone else soon,
if you don't do it," was in her favor.  Mr. Smith did not want her
telling anyone else why she was looking for someone to help her lose
her virginity.  Whoever it might be might not be so nice to the girl,
might not care about her as he did, might not try to do so lovingly,
as she wanted it.  He, on the other hand, would try his best to please
her.  It surprised him to think this, because it meant that he cared
about her, loved her at least a little.

"I agree, I'll do it.  OK, Angelina?"

"Yes!" Angelina said enthusiastically.  "What should I do?"

"Just move back like you were before, pushing up and down on me, with
the tip inside.  You can hold it with your hand, to help guide it
inside.  When you feel ready, just press your body down hard."

She did this while he explained, then yelled, "Now!"

She was leaning back, sitting up on top of Mr. Smith's cock with it
hard and stiff inside her.  She didn't want a delay, because she
worried about the pain.  Waiting wouldn't make it hurt less, and she
might chicken out.  Now that certainly wouldn't happen.

It did hurt.  But it wasn't too bad after a minute or so, and the
pleasurable sensations in her vagina, the brushing of her clitoris
against his pubic hair, soon distracted her from the hurt.  It also
helped that her barrier was weakened before by her own activities, so
this last elimination did not do much new damage.  Though Angelina
hoped to reach an orgasm from this new activity, Mr. Smith was unable
to hold his own back. 

For a moment, Mr. Smith felt panic, imagining the problems if Angelina
became pregnant.  He hadn't thought that far ahead.  But then he
remembered that Angelina was on the pill and shouldn't get pregnant. 
He would need to make sure of that, but he relaxed, realizing that one
hazard was taken care of.

Angelina, though, had another worry.  She was now filled up with
semen, and didn't know how to handle that.  She was also hot with her
own desire for release.

"Mr. Smith, please, could you lick me clean, like you did last night?"
she asked.

Mr. Smith was reluctant, since his own juices were on her and inside
her and some blood was present as well.  The sheets would need
cleaning, too, and he dared not show them to the house staff like
this.  He didn't answer Angelina, distracted, thinking about this
situation.

Angelina took this reluctance as worry, rightly.  So, she decided to
help with that.

"If you lick me up nicely, make me an orgasm, I promise to do as you
ask, and not tell anyone else about this.  I don't know why it is  a
secret, but I cross my heart, OK?" she asked, rubbing her hands across
her breasts, not just in front of them, to act out the crossing.

Mr. Smith agreed and did as she asked.  He tried to avoid the girl's
wet, sticky vagina, but couldn't do so completely.  He did find a
tissue to help clean up some of the fluids.  To his surprise, the
taste of his own come, at least when mixed with her fluids, wasn't all
bad, a sweet, salty flavor, sensually stimulating and arousing.  Maybe
that was mostly her flavor doing it, but the next time Marta
complained about swallowing his semen he'd have something to say about
how bad it really tastes.

Orgasm for Angelina followed this cleaning, and this time Mr. Smith
kept licking and sucking on her, drawing her orgasm out, as she cried
in pleasure.  She lay panting, out of breath, when the man finally
stopped.

But shortly after, she wanted to play again.

"I want to do it again.  Can we, please?"

Mr. Smith was worn out and, in his relaxed state, worried about what
the staff would think if she was discovered in his room.  Besides, he
had work.

"You'll need to wait a long while before I'm ready to do more," Mr.
Smith said. "I'm sorry, but men take longer to recover than girls,
especially when they get older."

Angelina accepted this excuse, along with Mr. Smith's advice to take a
shower before breakfast.

"You should dress properly for breakfast, no nudity allowed.  It will
be served soon.  I need to get ready as well," Mr. Smith told her,
getting out of bed himself.  "We'll talk more then.  But remember,
don't mention sex, cocks, orgasms, or other subjects like that, OK? 
You promised, right?"

"I promise.  Don't worry, I'm good at keeping promises, OK?" Angelina
said as she got up, kissed him, and left the room, still stark naked,
to go to her own.  Mr. Smith watched her go, becoming aroused as she
left, surprising himself.

He thought, getting into the shower, 'It is going to be interesting
having her around.  But I sure hope I can figure out some way to
explain things and maybe get control of this situation.  She is such a
nice girl, but in the real world, her naivete could get her into a lot
of trouble.  And drag me right along with her.'


End of Part 3

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