Diane & John Ch. 01

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

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

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

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

Then his tongue found my button!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 2 - JOHN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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