My First Taste of a Woman

It was a cold January evening when Sara called. She was a good friend of mine
with whom I'd talked many times about everything from relationships to love, and
even about sex. She was innocent, untouched and, although we talked, she offered
little advice or conversation about sexual experiences. The thought often of her
sweetness and her purity intrigued me.

Many times I had driven away the rigors of the day by thinking of what it would
be like just to taste her sweet pussy. To slowly run my tongue along her innocent
crease and taste her for her first time. It would be my fist time, for that
matter. The thought of tasting sweet juices had ALWAYS been my dream, but
although I had tried many times, the strong scent of other women had always
driven me back to their breasts.

It was not so with Sara.

My desire for her was different this time from all of the others. Sara and I were
talking in the living room and she seemed to be out of breath. The conversation
seemed normal enough, but her heaving breaths seemed only to intensify as we
spoke. I asked her, "Sara hunny, what's wrong?".

Her reply was labored, but she insisted it was nothing. However the soft squeal
that escaped her lips told me there was SOMETHING. I could imagine her lips in a
pout little smile as I began to describe one of my fantasies to her. We were on
the couch and I softly lapped at her clit as it hardened and swelled under the
pressure from my tongue.

As I talked to her the squeals came faster as she stopped talking. I asked her
what she was wearing. She could barely speak as she told me, "nothing, but I ...
I want you", she spurted out without thinking. She had never spoken to me like
that. She had told me of other men she liked, or found attractive, but NEVER told
me she wanted ME. I was stunned, but kept telling her the story. I told her how I
was on my knees in front of her and she lay back on the arm of the sofa and
spread her legs so that I could lick her wet cunt and smell her sweet fragrance.
Her breathing coming in quick pants as she listened. I could hear the slurping
wet sounds as her fingers moved around her virgin cunt, feeling the frothing
juices as I thought that it could be my tongue playing with those wonderful lips.
As her swelling orgasm began to calm, she told me she needed to know what it was
like to feel what I was describing. She asked me to meet her at work the
following night. I was so excited I forgot the end of the story, if there was an
end. Maybe this was just the beginning?

The following night I drove to the store where Sara worked and arrived at shortly
before the agreed upon time. She looked even more sweet and innocent. She was
wearing a T-shirt and her cup like breasts were moving perfectly as she
approached me, standing at the entrance. My black trench coat protecting me from
the cold, was also covering my swelling cock. We hugged, exchanged greetings, but
she seemed distant. She took my hand and quickly led me out of the store. I was
confused, but, as soon as we got outside, she grabbed me around the waist and
French kissed me DEEPLY.

Her lips, never before kissed by me, or maybe anyone else, knew JUST the way to
touch. The cold air did nothing to keep my cock from throbbing in my confining
jeans. I could feel the pre-cum beginning to soak my underwear as we kissed. She
led me over to my car and looked at me playfully. "Get in", she said and I obeyed
with the excitement of a young pup, emotion building inside if me. We got into my
car, which was parked, in a slightly darkened part of the parking lot. We began
to kiss softly at first, but our embraces steadily growing more passionate. She
took my hand and placed it on her breast. I was surprised, not only at her firm
perfect mound, but also at her complete lack of inhibition. The fear of getting
caught coupled with the desire to be with her made me feel even hotter. I began
to move my kisses over her body. I pulled up her T-shirt and sucked the pert
nipples, which perched atop her soft tits, licking a path down her soft skin
until I pushed between her thighs. She spread her legs wider as my kisses pressed
hard against her jeans. Sara softly rubbed my hair, the smell of her excitement
reaching my nose drove me to animalistic hunger. She wiggled as she began to slip
her jeans down. I had not even noticed that, as I was kissing her beautiful young
body, her fingertips found her nipples and were massaging them, pinching them,
wildly. With my eyes closed, my nose taking in her scent, my tongue experiencing
her soft skin, I hadn't noticed she had also slipped off her panties with her
jeans. As I bent lower to kiss her seething womanhood my lips touched her soft
pussy fur. The droplets of her cum were trapped in the curls and the juice was
now on my lips. I licked the sweetness from my mouth as I looked into her eyes.
Sara moaned quietly, begging me not to stop. I went lower and was surprised at
how sweet she smelled and tasted. I had NEVER experienced this type of feeling
before. I slipped my hands beneath her virgin ass and lifted her hot wet cunt to
my mouth. Using my mouth and tongue together I pressing deep between her
pussy-lips, savoring the sweetness that had been building during our emotional
trip. Her gasp and loud moan told me I had finally found her clitoris. My tongue
had never felt something so hard, so wet, so hot and so delicious. I began to
suck and lick her mercilessly as she wriggled and writhed under my tongue's wet
lashes. Her moans quickened, turning into screams of pleasure. Her perfect milky
breasts bathed in street light, pink nipples pinched to erection and the wet
folds of her pussy now trickling in a small stream of cum. I began sucking harder
and harder as I softly begged her to cum in my mouth. Never did I take my lips
from her young untouched pussy. My tongue slipped inside the tight opening as the
vibrations of my voice tore through her body, causing her to jolt and squeal.

Her words came in short gasps. "Jeremy, I'm ... I'm going to ... OH ... GOD I'm
going to ... Put your mouth over me ... in me ... PLEASE ... don't spill a SINGLE
drop".

At her request my lips closed over her tight little mound as Sara shuddered in
her orgasm, hot cum bursting in my mouth. Her cum ... flowing in a stream ...
filled my waiting mouth. Sara had never cum before. As she screamed, shaking the
car and shattering the night with her shrill cries as her sweet nectar exploded
from her insides and poured into my mouth.

As Sara's orgasm waned, she clung to me. A tear rolled across her cheek. She told
me I was the first man to taste her. "Never have I been touched like that
before", she whispered in my ear, softly kissing the lobe.

I held her close and whispered, " ... you are so wonderful my dear sweet Sara." I
kissed her, allowing her to taste the sweetness of her cum which moistened my
lips.

Sara moaned, holding onto me for dear life.

I drove Sara home and that that night I drove, replaying the moments in my mind.
But mostly ... I day dreamed of her beautiful lips.