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 This story is pure fantasy.  I did have some help from a female friend to
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   Chapter 1

   I grew up in a small farming community, my parents were staunch
Catholics and any talk of sexuality in our house was non-existent.  Like so
may kids that grow up in conservative households this only made me more
curious about the pleasures on offer.  You know what they say about
curiosity!

   It started when I was fairly young.  I realized that certain things
created a strange but pleasant feeling within my body.  When reading parts
of the novels that I took from the local library these feelings seemed to
intensify.  I also found that after one of these experiences my panties
would become wet.  Not with urine but rather a smooth, clear substance with
a musky, pleasant odor.  I was not able to ask my mother what this was and
really wasn't keen to face the ridicule of my friends.

   This feeling continued until the inevitable happened, and while I was
reading a particularly erotic description I could feel the warm tingling
feeling intensify until I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer.  I
slipped my hand between my legs and tentatively gave myself a small rub. 
Everything came alive!  It was as if I had a magnet between my legs,
pulling my hand onto my panties.  My fingers slid over my panties, tracing
a line down my lips until they reached the magical bump.  (At this stage of
my life I was not aware that this was my clitoris, this I was only to learn
a while later.) I could feel my wetness ooze through my panties and my
fingers caressed my now hard little clit.  A feeling of intense pleasure
started to wash over me.  I was almost beside myself with pleasure.  I
could feel an urge to pee and stopped rubbing myself.  I lay back on the
bed, breathless and a little bewildered.  The intense pleasure then the
urge to pee, my mind was in turmoil.  How was it that I was not aware of
something this intensely pleasant?  I was still not aware that the
pleasures I had experienced were merely a build up to the grand finale of
orgasm.

   It wasn't long after that that some of my friends at school started to
talk about similar topics so I guess that it was just the age where we were
all starting to sexually explore.  During one of these discussions it
became apparent that the feeling I had experienced when I stopped was
fairly common and had I continued my first orgasm would probably been the
result.  I couldn't wait to get home and take the final step.

   When I got home I was relieved to see I was alone, my brother was out
with friends and my parents were still at work.  I rushed up to my room and
locked the door behind me.  Without delay I stripped off my clothes and lay
down on the bed.  My panties were wet with my juices; all the thoughts had
made my juices flow.  I started by rubbing my pussy through my panties but
I just needed more.  I slipped my panties down my legs and tossed them on
the bed next to me.  My fingers traced their way down my slit and rubbed my
clit firmly.  In no time at all, my finger had slipped into my pussy while
the palm of my hand was rotating firmly against my clit.  The waves of
please intensified and I could feel the build up of pressure until with a
mind numbing sensation I experienced my first orgasm.

   By the time I started to discover boys and their role in this whole
experience I was a regular masturbator.  I lay in bed night after night
exploring my secret folds and bringing myself to orgasm time and time
again. On hindsight my mother must have known that something was going on,
there were just too many damp spots on my sheets that could not have gone
unnoticed.  I had also started to use my panties as a further stimulation,
often enjoying my sexy fragrance while my hands did their sexy work.

   My first experience with a boy happened a few years later.  I guess I'm
one of the lucky ones whose first experience was really pleasurable.  He
was a few years older than I was and I had developed a crush on him.  In
the normal fashion I got the schoolgirl network to let him know that I was
keen on him and it wasn't long before he phoned to invite me to movies with
him.

   The Friday night in question soon arrived and I was waiting for Peter
when he drove up to the house.  I had taken great trouble to dress as
sexily as my parents would allow.  In those days this consisted of White
cotton panties and Bra, covered by a pale blue dress.  When he arrived he
came into the house and introduced himself to my parents, I could see that
they liked him instantly.  This however did not prevent my father from
giving him the whole `time to be home' talk!

   As we walked out to the car I was so excited, my first date, and with
the guy that I wanted most.  He was medium height and fairly well built
with a confident air about him.  That date passed without any major
happenings besides a delicious kiss when he dropped me at home.  I think
the simple fact that he didn't try to ravish me on the first date made him
even better.  My mind was in turmoil.

   It was a short while later that everything started to progress.  He
invited me over to his house, his family was away for the day, visiting
family and he had managed to stay at home.  He promised me a surprise
filled day.  I think at that stage I wanted things to progress further so I
was almost ready for anything he might surprise me with although deep down
I knew that this was the important next step.

   We arrived at his house.  He had a room out the back where he had a
bedroom and sitting room all in one room.  He led me into his room by the
hand and guided me to the couch.  He put some music on and walked over to
the fridge in the corner.  I saw him take a bottle of champagne from the
fridge and slip the foil off.  The bottle opened with a "pop" and I saw him
pour to glasses.  I was a little apprehensive about drinking, my parents
had the occasional beer but booze was not a big thing in our house.  Peter
walked over and handed me the glass.  "Enjoy." He said clinking our
glasses.

   I had never tried champagne before and tentatively sipped at the drink.
It was wonderful.  The bubbles caressed my mouth.  The subtle flavor
lingered as the ice cold liquid slipped down my throat.  Peter sat down
next to me and put his hand on my leg.  I had chosen to wear a pair of
shorts with a tight white top, and the warmth of his hand got that tingling
feeling coursing through my body.  I didn't want to have this champagne in
my hands much longer so I drank it quickly and put the glass down on the
table.  He followed suit and turned to face me on the couch.  He pulled me
into his arms and our lips met.  I could taste the champagne on his lips.
They were soft and cool.  His tongue slipped between my lips and we kissed
deeply.  My body was ready for this.  I could see that my nipples were hard
and feel my wetness was seeping through my panties.  As we kissed his hands
started to rub up and down my back until they slipped under my blouse.  His
warm hands against my skin felt charged.  His hands started to work their
way around my smooth skin until I felt his hand cup my small breast.  His
hands slipped under my bra and inched up until it covered my breast.  I
could feel my nipple pressing against his palm.  "Why don't we move over to
the bed where we can be more comfortable?" he asked huskily.  I was too far
gone to think of objecting and stood up immediately.  He pulled me close
and we kissed deeply.  I could feel his hardness pressing against my belly.
I shivered with anticipation mixed with a little trepidation.

   He broke our embrace and with his arm around me guided me to his bed.

   We lay down on the bed, our arms and legs entwined.  His knee slipped
between my knees until it was as far as it would go.  I could feel the
wetness of my panties pressing against my swollen lips as his knee pressed
them against me firmly.  As we kissed his hands slipped around and
unfastened my bra.  He sat up and in one movement pulled my top and bra
off, freeing my small breasts and exposing my firm pink nipples.  He wasted
no time in leaning down and taking my nipple in his mouth.  It was as
though there was a link from my nipples directly to my pussy!

   These combined pleasures soon had me grinding myself against his leg. 
He obviously realized as this point that it was time for us to get naked.
He untangled himself from my arms.  I reluctantly let him go.  I was
enjoying this too much to want to stop.  He knelt between my legs, his
steady hand undoing my button and then pulling my zip down, exposing my
white, wet, panties.  I felt embarrassed that he would see the obvious wet
spot on my panties; at that stage of my life I was not aware that wet
panties are normally a major turn on for most guys.

   He pulled my shorts and panties off together, my panties sticking to my
wetness; until they pulled free and I could feel a cool draught on my most
private parts.  "Take your clothes off" I whispered, I didn't want to be
the only one naked.  Without any delay he slipped his shirt off and
unbuckled his belt.  I was apprehensive about the bulge I could clearly see
in his shorts.  I didn't have to wait long.  He hooked his thumbs into the
waistband of his shorts and slipped them down his legs.  As his cock freed
itself from its confines I was definitely a little concerned!  It was about
6 inches long but quite fat.  During my masturbation sessions I had slipped
my finger between my lips and my finger was far smaller than his cock!

   His hands started to caress my legs, working his way up until he reached
the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs.  This was what I wanted,
needed. I saw him lie down until his mouth was level with my pussy.  Could
this be it?  Oral sex; I had seen it referred to in the novels I read but
few of them were specific enough to fully explain what I could expect,
apart from the pleasure that female characters in these novels enjoyed from
it.  I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips and it was quickly
followed by the smoothness of his lips.  It was obvious he had done this
before.  His tongue slipped between my lips, up and down, until her reached
my sensitive spot.  Initially my slit was so sensitive I wasn't sure if
this was going to be as pleasant as I'd hoped but as his saliva and my
juices started to blend I started to enjoy the sensation.  It wasn't long
before I could not help myself and started to push myself against his
waiting mouth.  His tongue slipped into me.  It is impossible to describe
the sensations I was feeling.  How could anything so good be wrong!

   As his tongue nudged my pussy relentlessly and I could feel his fingers
probing until they slipped between my folds and into my wet juicy pussy.  I
could feel his fingers probing and rubbing the walls of my pussy.  By now I
was thrashing around with pleasure.  His mouth never left my clit as I felt
that familiar rising wave of pleasure until, with a gasping sigh, my orgasm
washed over my body.

   It felt kind of awkward as I felt the warm pleasurable feeling slowly
ebb.  Looking down and seeing Peter lying between my legs, his face turned
up and watching me.  My Catholic upbringing told me that this was dirty and
wrong, but my body was sending a very contradictory message.  With a gentle
kiss he lifted his body up and crawled up the bed until he lay next to me.
I rolled over and kissed him on the mouth.  I could taste my juices coating
his lips.  It was good.

   As we kissed my mind was in turmoil.  Where did we go from here?  It
didn't take me long to make up my mind.  I had made the choice to go this
far and the only route from here would be to explore everything I could in
the time allowed.  I had read about women giving oral sex on a number of
occasions.  I was quite prepared for it before but now that I had seen the
size of his cock and its angry purple color, I was not so sure.  I just
found it hard not to, after the pleasure he had given me, and without
waiting for my mind to change I broke our embrace and moved down until my
face was level with his stomach.

   I kissed his smooth skin; the finest matt of soft blonde hair traced a
line up to his pale pubic hairs.  I could see the head of his cock standing
proudly up.  A drop of clear fluid oozed from the tip.  I slowly slipped my
mouth over his head and took him into my mouth.  The first thing that
struck me was the incredibly smooth feeling.  I could taste his pre cum
oozing out and found the taste to be quite bland, maybe a little salty,
certainly not what I had expected.  As I sucked him gently my hands wrapped
around his shaft and down to his balls.  His hands rested on the back of my
head and as he thrust his cock into my mouth he put gentle pressure on my
head downwards to meet his cock.  As I got the hang of it he released my
head and took my hand in his.  I wrapped my hand around his shaft and he
started to guide my hand up and down.  I could feel his cock start to jerk
and his juices started to flow freely until with a load moan he started to
cum into my mouth.  I guess I was just plain ignorant and kept sucking
until I could take no more.  His cum dribbled down my chin as I swallowed
as much as I could.  The taste was honestly not too bad.  His cock had
started to shrink until it was lying against his stomach.  He lay back with
his eyes closed.

   "That was great" he said "was that really your first time?" "That was my
first and I don't think my last" I answered quietly.  He helped me up and
pulled me on top of his body, our lips met and we kissed deeply; our
combined juices coating our faces.  We had not been kissing long when I
could feel a stirring from between my legs as his cock started to come to
life.  I guessed that this would be the moment of truth!  His cock swelled
up and it was not long before it reached its former, hard, state.  On
hindsight this is the wonder of youth at the time I thought this was the
norm!  He started to wriggle his hips around until I could feel the warmth
of his head pressing against the wet lips of my pussy.  I was fairly sure
that my hymen had been broken while riding horses; I can't say I wasn't
worried about the pain I had heard girls describe.

   I could feel his size slowly pushing into me; it felt warm and huge.  I
could still not see how this would fit.  I think the most important thing
was the fact that at no stage did he rush it at all.  He merely slowly
inched himself into me while at the same time fondling my nipples and
kissing me deeply.  Time passed in an erotic blur until I realized that he
was fully inside me.  I could feel his pubic hair rubbing against my mons.
His pubic bone pressed against my sensitive clit.  He started to slowly
slip his cock backwards and forwards, in and out.  I think the fact that I
was so wet from my earlier orgasm helped tremendously.  I felt a slight
burning starting but that was soon replaced by a growing pleasure from deep
inside.  That now familiar feeling returned and it was not long before I
was meeting his slow thrusts.  We were both riding the sexual wave, our
bodies coated with a fine sheen of perspiration.  I realized at this point
I would be a noisy lover as I started to cry out with each thrust.  The
pleasure was so intense.  My whole pussy felt warm and wet and I could feel
his cock throbbing as he pushed deep inside me.  With a loud final cry I
came for the second time that day.  Peter carried on pumping in and out.  I
could hear his breathing start to become ragged until with a moan I could
feel his warm cum pumping deep inside me, his cock jerking as his seed
entered me.

   On hindsight we were pretty dumb, we made no effort to use any
protection and it was by pure luck that I did not fall pregnant.  On the
upside my introduction to sex can only be described as wonderful.  Peter
and I continued to enjoy each others bodies until we finally ended up
moving to different parts of the country.  Our relationship had pretty much
run its course.  Over the next number of years I enjoyed a really good sex
life with a number of men, some great lovers others not so great.

   Chapter 2

   This all brings me to the present.  I am now a thirty something woman
and I recently experienced an erotic encounter that rivals the one
mentioned earlier where I lost my virginity.

   Gary and I had met at an erotic personals site.  His profile was exactly
what I was looking for.  He was divorced with 2 kids and just seemed to
like the same things that I do.  We started chatting online and instantly
clicked.  Obviously this led to cyber sex.  I was not involved at the time
so I had reverted to my trusty Beaver to keep me pleasured.  It was my
first experience with cyber sex and it seemed far more pleasurable to
masturbate with someone on the other side masturbating.  From time to time
we engaged in some pretty heavy phone sex which was once again a new aspect
to sexuality.  It was almost better to hear the person on the other end of
the phone groaning with pleasure as he squirted his cum.  I even sent him a
pair of my used panties so that he could enjoy the fragrance of my pussy
during one of these sessions.  This was such a turn on for me as I had used
my own panties from time to time.  I think this was all part of our long
distance foreplay and I think we both knew that we needed to progress to
the next level in our relationship.

   It was heading for winter and things had started to cool down
considerably.  The first snow had already fallen.  Gary told me that the
kids were going to stay with their mother over Thanksgiving and was quite
keen to visit for a weekend.  Without giving it a second thought I agreed
and the dates were set.  I would collect him from the airport on Friday
evening and he would return home on the Sunday evening.  Everything was
set. I couldn't wait!

   I used the weeks ahead to prepare for Gary's visit.  I went out shopping
for some nice new lingerie.  Gary seemed to have a real love of sexy undies
and judging from the good reception I got from the panties I sent, he would
definitely be keen to take a few pairs back with him when he left.  I also
knew that he was a lover of shaved pussy so I would need to take some time
and make sure that my pussy was bald and ready for his anticipated desires.
In the weeks that led up to his visit we spoke about a number of things but
for some reason we didn't discuss the actual visit at all or more
specifically what sexual path we would take.  It was almost as though we
both were a little shy to actually discuss the sexual aspect now that it
appeared that our many evening of fantasy would now become reality.  I
think we both wanted things to take their natural course.

   The Friday finally arrived.  I woke early and started to tidy up the
house.  I did not want him to think I was a total slob.  Once the house
looked spic and span I changed the linen on my bed.  All white.  Pure and
virginal; I think not!  By the time I was done it was almost lunchtime and
time to enjoy a long relaxing bath before I headed to the airport to pick
Gary up.  I ran my bath and poured a generous amount of bath gel into the
bath resulting in mass of soft silky bubbles.  I slipped naked through the
house and poured a generous glass full of wine and returned to my warm
inviting bath.  I sunk into the bath and lay back with my wineglass in
hand. It was fantastic to be able to lie back and relax for the first time
that day.  My mind was racing; imagining how the rest of the evening would
progress.  Almost without realizing it my left hand had slipped between my
legs and was starting to caress my hardening clit.  I closed my legs
guiltily.  It was almost as though my mind and my body were not working in
tandem.  There would be plenty of time for that later.

   I finished my wine and washed myself quickly.  I still needed to shave.
I took particular care to wash my pussy thoroughly, partly to make sure it
was clean and partly to make sure that the short stubble of hair remaining
would be nice and soft and easy to shave.  I had started shaving a number
of years earlier and found that as long as I take my time and prepare
correctly I no longer suffer from ingrown hairs or razor burn.  I lay back
and carefully shaved every last hair from my swollen pussy.  Once done I
took care to rinse with warm, clean water and then got out of the bath and
dried off.

   Getting dressed posed more of a task.  I wanted everything to be
perfect. I started with a spray of Heavenly, my favorite perfume.  I opened
my lingerie drawer and pulled out the silky undies I had bought a few days
ago.  I had not worn them yet but made sure that I carefully hand washed
them.  Who knows whose grubby hands had been on these?  I had chosen a
white silk and lace pair of panties, the lace was loose around the leg,
almost like a flimsy cover to hide my hidden charms.  I pulled them up my
legs until they fitted snugly over my pussy.  My brain was obviously
anticipating the remainder of the day and I could feel that my pussy lips
were swollen and it would not be long before my juices would start to seep
slowly out and drench the smooth fabric of my new panties.  Gary would like
that!  I pulled the bra on and adjusted the straps until my small pert tits
were cupped perfectly.  I could see my nipples straining against the pretty
lace fabric.  I rubbed my hands over my breasts.  My knees weakened as they
rubbed my sensitive nipples.  This was going to be a great day.  I just
knew it!

   I almost wished it was summer.  I would have loved to wear a short skirt
and flimsy top and give the truck drivers an eyeful of my already damp
panties; but the present temperature was not ideal.  I ended up in a pair
of tight blue jeans and a white cotton sweater.  The raised seam of my
jeans pressed firmly against my pussy.  This had me shivering in
anticipation.

   Eventually I was satisfied that everything was ready I drove across town
to the airport.  Traffic was heavy with the weather and thought that I
should have left a little earlier but I had got side tracked.  It was
unusual to get horny while getting dressed.  It was normally the other way
around!

   I arrived at the airport with minutes to spare.  Fortunately the flight
arrival time never takes into account waiting for baggage.  I parked the
car and walked quickly into the warm airport building.  I didn't have long
to wait before I could see people starting to walk out of the arrival gate.
Eventually I could see him walking from a distance.  He looked even better
in the flesh than the pictures I had seen of him.

   He walked straight towards me and as he approached, dropped his bag onto
the floor and took me in his arms.  He didn't say a word.  His lips were
soft and warm.  I felt really safe in his warm embrace.  We kissed and
hugged in the middle of the airport building, completely oblivious to the
people milling around us.  I could feel him pressing against my jeans.  I
could picture his hard cock, now hidden in the confines of his trousers.  I
could not wait any longer and broke our embrace.  "Let's get home." I said
breathlessly as I turned and headed for the car.

   The drive home seemed to drag.  He sat sideways in the seat with his
hand on my leg.  He inched his fingers across until he was rubbing my lace
covered slit.  His fingers were glistening with my juices and I saw him
bring his fingers to his lips and taste my juices.  It was so erotic I
nearly lost it right then!  By the time I pulled into the driveway I was
almost beside myself.  I could feel my juices oozing from my pussy and
drenching my panties.  I felt sure that my juices would soon start to ooze
through my jeans too.

   We wasted no time getting into the house.  I was kicking the door closed
as he pulled me into his arms for another kiss.  This time we didn't hold
back.  Our hands roaming all over while our bodies pressed tightly
together. This time there was no mistaking the size of his cock.  I just
knew that I was in for a pleasant surprise.  As we kissed, Gary wasted no
time in getting me undressed.  My clothes feel to the floor where I stood.
As my blouse slipped off I could see that he appreciated my new underwear,
his eyes were glued to my breasts which were still covered by my sexy new
bra.

   Gary stepped back and slipped his hands down and within seconds had my
belt and button undone and knelt down and eased my tight jeans off.  I
stepped out of them and his mouth immediately slipped between my legs and
he nuzzled my panties gently.  They were obviously a hit.  "I think we
should find the bedroom.  Why not lead the way her said" his voice gruff
with desire.  I took him by the hand and led him to my room.  As we walked
his hands explored my ass.  I just loved his sensitive touch.

   I sat down on the bed facing him and helped him undress.  Shirt first;
then trousers.  He slipped his shoes and socks off and was soon standing in
front of me in his underpants.  I could see his hard cock straining against
the, black, cotton fabric.  A small damp spot had formed on the black
fabric.  I slipped my fingers in the waist band and slipped them down his
legs.  His large cock sprang free.  It was so nice and big, I would have
guessed about 7 inches long but at least an inch and a half thick.  His
foreskin was partially pulled back and the purple head was just peeping
through.  His arousal was obvious from the glint of his pre-cum sparkling
like a diamond in the dim light of the room.

   Without a word I opened my lips and pulled his cock into my mouth.  As
he slipped in, I savored the taste of his juice and enjoyed the smoothness
as I took him all the way in.  He had enjoyed the benefit of tasting my
pussy from my panties, but for me this was a pleasant first taste.  His
cock was hot and I could feel it twitching as I ran my tongue around the
head of his cock.  As I sucked him I could feel his balls tightening and
realized that unless I was ready for a full load of cum I should slow
things down.  There was plenty of time to enjoy his cum in my mouth.  I ran
my tongue back down his cock until my mouth reached his heavy balls.  I
took them in my mouth and rolled my tongue around them.  My hands reached
up and slowly pulled his skin back until his cock head was exposed and
shining with the juices of his pleasure.  I think Gary realized that the
weekend was still young and slowly pulled his cock away from my mouth.  He
lifted me up and gently lay me down on the bed.  I lay back looking at him.
I could see his hard cock swing freely as he knelt down between my legs and
his mouth slowly settled onto the lips of my pussy through the wet panties.


   His warm breath brought back memories of that first time all those years
ago.  His tongue started to run up and down the length of my pussy over my
panties.  The feeling of his tongue pressing against my panty clad pussy
was awesome but it wasn't long before I needed more, I needed to feel his
tongue on my pussy.

   I reached down and pulled the lacy fabric aside, giving him free access
to my swollen pussy lips.  I could see my large clit was peeping from
between my lips.  Gary didn't miss a beat and slowly opened my pussy lips
with is tongue.  My juices started to flow freely onto his warm tongue. 
The feeling as his tongue probed into me was heavenly.  He started to run
his tongue up and down my slit and over my sensitive clit.

   I was writhing around on the bed, riding his tongue, trying to feel it
deeper inside me.  Gary slipped his finger between my lips, his mouth now
working on my erect clit.  His finger wormed its way into me until I could
feel him deep inside me.  As his finger rotated inside me I could feel him
slip a second finger into my pussy, filling my tight pussy.  He had his
hand palm down, the tips of his fingers massaging my G-spot until with a
loud cry my biggest orgasm yet washed over my body, leaving me gasping for
breath, feeling almost faint from sheer pleasure.

   Gary continued to suck gently at my clit while he slowly extracted his
fingers from my pussy.  I was so wet from my huge orgasm that I could see
my juices coating my thighs and oozing down onto the duvet.  As he lifted
his head I could see my juices on his face.  I helped him up until he was
lying on top of me.  I kissed him hard and savored the musky taste of my
pussy on his lips.  I could feel his hard cock probing me.  His hips thrust
forward slowly and I could feel my pussy start to stretch as his thick cock
wormed its way into me.

   I wrapped my legs around his waist until I could feel his cock deep
inside me; filling me totally.  We slowly rocked in unison, his cock
slipping easily in and out.  The pleasures I had enjoyed just minutes
before were returning quickly.  While his hips beat a steady rhythm his
hands caressed my nipples.  I always enjoy my nipples being rubbed firmly
as I near orgasm.  I didn't want to break the moment but I really wanted to
be on top.  I love it when a man can lie back and just enjoy.  I hugged him
close and motioned for him to roll me over.  He immediately understood and
rolled over until I was lying on top of his warm body.  His cock had not
moved an inch and was still buried deep inside me.

   I lifted my chest from him until my breasts were swinging free.  He
wasted no time in taking his nipples into his mouth.  It was so good.  I
started to slowly thrust against him, his cock slipping in and out my wet,
hot pussy.  I could feel his body tighten and realized that his orgasm was
fast approaching.  I think it was this knowledge that soon had me racing to
meet his orgasm.  I started to lift my ass until his cock was almost
slipping from my pussy before firmly thrusting it in to the hilt.  The
friction on my clit and his sucking and nibbling on my nipples soon had the
walls of my pussy contracting and my orgasm just seconds away.  My cries of
pleasure seemed to spur him on as he lifted to meet my downward thrusts.  I
heard him breathing heavier and heavier until with a loud cry I could feel
him pump his hot cum deep inside me.  I think it was the warm fulfilling
feeling of his hot cum that sent me to my next orgasm.  As his cock
twitched and pumped the last few drops of cum into me my pussy was
contracting and milking him.

   We lay in a tight embrace and although I could feel his cock had
softened I could feel he was still inside me, blocking his cum from oozing
from me.  I lay on top of him, my mind racing.  Sexually we were just so
compatible, it was almost as though we knew exactly what the other wanted
without asking.  I could only wonder how we would survive the remainder of
the weekend at this pace.

   We eventually rolled off each other and lay on the bed, our bodies
intertwined.  Just enjoying the feelings of sexual satisfaction in the dim
light.  I eventually disentangled myself from him and got off the bed.  I
was sure that by now he would be as thirsty as I was.  I reached for my
silk gown.  "Don't, he said "I want to enjoy the sight of your body."

   I complied and walked from the room to the kitchen to get the bottle of
Champagne from the fridge.  I could feel our combined juices oozing from my
pussy and slipping down my thighs, it was strangely erotic.

   When I returned to the bedroom he was lying in the same position, the
only difference was that his cock seemed to be returning to life.  This was
unusual; most of the lovers I had been with lately didn't seem to have the
powers of recovery that I had previously only seen years before when my
lovers were far younger.  I passed him the champagne to open.  I knelt
between his legs holding out the glassed ready to be filled.  I saw him
glance down and his eyes widen as he saw our juices oozing from me.  I
immediately saw him harden.  He wasted no time in pouring the Champagne and
putting the bottle on the side table.  I knelt on either side of him and
let my drenched pussy rest against his hard shaft.

   We both drank our champagne quickly.  It was like old times.  "I want to
lick your pussy again" he whispered.  I almost did a double take.  My pussy
was still oozing our love juices.  I took it in my stride, there was
nothing about that this amazing lover that would surprise me anymore.  I
turned around and slowly lowered my pussy to his mouth.  I couldn't resist
watching as the strings of juices slowly dripped from me into his open
mouth.  It was like he was savoring his favorite meal.  I looked down at
his hard cock and could see that it too was covered with our juices.  I
slowly opened my mouth and took him in.

   As he licked and sucked away at my pussy I licked our juices from him.
This was my first time enjoying the taste of cum and my pussy juice so
freshly mixed.  This was definitely not going to be the last.  As he
tongued my pussy I took his cock as deep as it could go.  His thickness
pressed against my throat as I sucked his juices.  My hands caressed his
tight balls.  I could feel him start to twitch, his licking of my pussy
started to become irregular and I knew that I would soon get my first taste
of his cum from the source.  His tongue was buried deep inside me and I
rode his face firmly.  His muffled groans were barely audible when with one
last jerk his cock started to spew his cum into my throat.  I didn't miss a
drop!

   We slipped wearily between the covers and fell asleep in each others
arms.

   It's Ironic that my first lover and my latest lover were the most
memorable.  I can't say for sure but I don't think I will be looking for
more!
   Love to hear whether you liked it.  zulu_40@hotmail.com