I had placed my hands over my tiny mound as if protecting myself from his gaze. Mike then did a wicked thing. He began kissing my feet. Inching his way up, just past my ankles, then to my calves, upward toward my knees. Then without regards to my hands, he slowly spread my legs apart with his gentle kisses.
I was now more nervous as he inched himself closer and closer to my vagina. Just when I thought I would get up and run, I found some hidden courage and I steeled myself to let his tongue meet my sex. As it slid up and down my slit, it caused waves of new feelings to come over me.
My legs spread themselves even more, in hopes of this constant attention. He separated the tiny lips that covered my tunnel and his experienced tongue now whipped itself around my clitoris like a Condor. I hadn't even realized I had such a part of my body that was so sensitive to a man's touch.
Soon my hips were thrusting up to drive his face deeper into me.
My juices were flowing forth like the Mississippi River and he was sucking it all up.
As the first wave of intense buildup of unexplained emotions built up in me, I realized what exactly a orgasm was. I knew that my first real orgasm had began. I knew that my previous attempts of playing with myself could never compare to this. It took several minutes of effort on his part, as I was still frightened and this made me slow in reaching first peak. The first spasm I felt seemed to almost exploded inside me. I clenched my teeth and hands. My pelvis thrust and pumped furiously against his 43-year0ld tongue. I could hear his slurping as he fought to push me into a deeper orgasm, and I let him drive his tongue deep inside my 12-year-old vagina.
Just when I thought I could take it no longer, another orgasm hit and I was in Heaven.
How about them apples?
Dear Diary,
I want to make a note that it was 5:30 in the morning on Friday the 13th, my 12th birthday, when I had my first real orgasm.
This day I will always remember as the beginning of my becoming a woman.
It felt GREAT!
Mike came up for air and lay down besides me. My breathing was still irregular. I knew now that the ultimate show of love was to satisfy one's partner, and not ones self. As I caught my breath, I stared down at the bulge in his shorts. Gosh it was good, to know that we could have this much intimacy and still be true to ourselves. Now that he had driven me to such ecstasy, I wanted so much to please him in return.
I rose to a sitting position and looking at the bulge in his briefs, and laughing, I said “look like your little friend isn't so little and could use some attention.” It was them he explained to me what a “69” really was. He told me to sit on his chest facing away from him. Now my back was to him and as I leaned over so he could reach my tiny cleft with his tongue again. This almost made me forget what I had started out to do, but as I gazed down on his crotch, I remembered. Reaching forward, I pushed his briefs down and his cock sprang into full view. It was as scary to me to see as before, but I knew that his needs were greater than even mine had been. I would have done this, had he even failed to bring me to the orgasm and the pleasure that he had shown my a few moments ago.
I quickly engulfed as much of his penis into my mouth as I could. A few days ago I would have thought this to be really gross. Now I knew this is what made him feel like the world would explode for himself. I knew that he understood what it meant for me to do this to him. At least I hoped he understood that I did this for myself as much as for him.
I raised my head to take another plunge down his penis and I naturally felt that a small amount of suction would increase the sensation he was feeling. I could tell that I was doing it right, because he began to thrust his hips more rapid. It was then I felt his finger begin to slide deep inside my moist tunnel.
All the while Mike's tongue still playfully circled my clitoris, but as his second finger joined the first and reached the depths of my womb, I shuddered as another orgasm hit deep within me. I never knew it was possible to have more than one orgasm, or before today, what an orgasm even was! I almost blacked out over the sensations I was feeling. He continued thrusting his finger in and out, as if to give me the rhythm that he needed me to pump my mouth along his penis. I reached out and holding myself up with one hand, used the other to grab the base of his penis.
My tiny mouth could never get the entire amount in, so I cupped my hand and slid it up and down its length, along with my mouth, to give him the full sensation. I felt his cock quivering and the pulsing indicating he would be cumming himself soon. I plunged my mouth so deep on his cock that the crown went into the back of my throat and I gagged as I tried to swallow and continue giving him the best my inexperienced talents could.
As he brought his hips down and I felt his penis slide away, I knew that though it was difficult and scary to me, I wanted to try that again, so I forced myself to swallow down as his cock came jutting up. Relaxing my throat, I could fell his penis get even harder and it engulfed my entire throat. I swallowed deeply and this allowed me to relax and take more of his cock deeper inside.
Feeling the pulsing of his cock deep inside my mouth, I knew that within just a few seconds I would be rewarded with his entire body responding to my actions. That I was so able to give this much pleasure to someone else was a rush in itself.
With just a few more strokes he began spewing forth his hot white sperm. Deep into my throat it trickled. Swallowing as much as I possible could, I continued to suck every drop.
My own pelvis was thrusting harder as his fingers plunged deep inside me. Just as I tasted his final drop of cum, I erupted in my own right and orgasm again. Laying there, we continued to suckle each other, though both knew we were spent and exhausted.
It seemed as though neither wanted to let go of the pleasure that we had given each other.
Dear Diary,
Here it is the next night, and I can still almost taste his sperm. It was not a dirty and gross experience as I had been falsely led to believe. It is no more unnatural than breathing, but I have to admit it is hard to breath while I was giving him oral pleasure.
I knew it couldn't last forever, as much as I would have liked it to, and we heard talking from over at the clearing where we had left Carla. Throwing on our clothes, we wondered who it might be that she could be talking to. As we came up on the edge of the clearing where Carla had been siting, I noticed her talking to one of the boys that had been skinny dipping earlier.
It was hard for Mike to see his daughter talking to a boy that had been running around naked just a few minutes ago. At least the boy now had a pair of gym shorts on. Mike thought for a minute and whispered to me to be quiet and they moved to the edge of the clearing for a good view, yet so as not to intrude on the young couple. Mike leaned over to me and said, “Don't worry, I have confidence in her. Besides, he might be Mr. Right for her to learn something about life with.”
I dumbly asked, “Why don't you teach her like you're teaching me? ”
He frowned and said, “That's perverted. That's incest. It's not Like what you and I are doing. ”
But I could tell that he had given it some thought. I could tell he Would like to have sex with his own daughter. If Mike were my dad, I'd have sex with him no matter.
Dear Diary,
I want to play a game. I am going to pretend that I can read into Carla's mind. I'm sure that she may not have thought this exactly, but I know I would have, so here goes my version of her thoughts. I think we've shared enough of each others private moments that I can relate to what happened next.
Carla had been laying there and was dreaming of school starting in just a few days. She was sure that this year would be more interesting than the last one. Most of the boys had teased her and never really taken a look at her for the woman that she was becoming. They failed to notice the time that she spent making extra sure that each hair was combed exact. The fact that she now was wearing a training bra. Or even that she no longer wore jeans that often. A nice short dress that might get blown up by a stray wind was the latest style. Her biggest fear was no one would ask her to the school dances.
Carla knew that she might not be the most popular girl in her class. She never sat at her desk and let her legs dangle open so a boy might glimpse her panties, like some of the other classmates she had. She watched them running and playing in Gym class. Their muscular bodies, sweating as they ran up and down the length of the basketball court. If one of the boys fell down, and she was watching closely, their shorts hang loose and she could
