E. Make - Maidenhood Lost

"You are beautiful," he said, his admiring gaze more than showing the sincerity of his words.

His comments weren't wasted on her. She shivered as she moved to the bed and sat on its edge. Her creamy thighs opened a bit, allowing him to see the dark crease of her labia beneath the triangular-shaped fleece of her pubic hairs.

"I think some one mentioned something about… uh…" she stumbled over her words, as if embarrassed to say them.

He said them for her. "Licking that lovely pussy? Running his tongue up into the tight tunnel of your cunt?"

"Yesss," her excitement hissed. "Licking my pussy."

"That's exactly what I intend to do," he grinned. "Then, before I fill that lovely cunt with my cock, I'm going to feel your lips around me."

"In my mouth?" she quivered, her lips parting it bit to reveal the moist pinkness of her tongue.

"All the way down your throat," he nodded, while his fingers freed the buttons of his shirt and slipped it from his body.

He could feel her eyes as his hands drifted to his belt and then to the zipper of his slacks. Peeling the trousers from his legs, he quickly worked his shorts down. His cock sprang into freedom, hard and swollen. Its needy-looking head glistened with clear drops of preseminal fluid.

"Every inch of it," he grinned up at the dark-haired beauty on the bed. "You're going to taste every inch of it… after I have my taste of you."

Her thighs drifted further apart as he approached. The lewd slit of her pussy was already damp with just the thought of his mouth on those plump lips. His eyes caught a wave of gooseflesh move across her shoulders as he lowered himself to the floor in front of her.

Reaching out, his hands caressed the silky smoothness of the interior of her thighs. She moaned, her whole body trembling with anticipation. His eyes drifted up to hers. He smiled, then returned his attention to the dark-fleeced mound of her pubis.

Knowing that her gaze followed his every movement, he slowly leaned forward. His lips puckered. Then he pressed them firmly against her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh!" her voice quavered and her body shook with the excitement of that intimate kiss. "My god, it feels so good!"

He didn't doubt that it did. The thought of her luscious lips wrapped tightly around his prick had him as rigid as a rail. But at the moment he had other things to attend to, mainly one very lovely and very aroused pussy he had promised to lick.

Lick he did!

Making sure she could see his actions, he slowly extended his tongue, while his fingers positioned themselves to each side of her cunt. Easing the plump lips of her outer labia back with his hands, he let the tip of his tongue trace up and down the pink cleft of her pussy.

"God! My sweet god." she groaned with abandoned relish as his inquisitive tongue laved around the mouth of her sex.

She tasted like a woman. It was a deep, musky taste, slightly saline in flavor. Not at all offensive and damn exciting. He smiled to himself at the thought of all the men in the world that denied themselves the pleasure of treating their women to a pussy licking because they felt it was unmanly. The only thing unmanly about refusing to give a woman head was that no real man would deny a woman pleasure.

And at the moment he had no intentions of denying this sexy woman anything.

Wiggling a finger to the top of her cunt gash, he found the pebble-like nubbin of her clitoris. Gently, with soft brushing strokes, he cajoled the bed of flesh out from under its hood of flesh. Then with equal tenderness, he rubbed and caressed the button of feminine pleasure.

He had once heard a doctor's wife tell another woman that she had been married ten year's before she even realized that she had a clit. He hadn't doubted the woman's statement. Too many men feel that a woman is supposed to He subserviently beneath him, accepting the cock he feeds into her body, Never is there a thought given to the woman's needs. The woman he now ate had a clitoris and he damn well wanted her to know it.

She did. Her body shook with the mounting thrills his tongue and finger stirred within her loins. Appreciatively she reached down and lovingly caressed his cheeks. Her fingertips could feel the motion of his darting tongue within his mouth. And her eyes could see the moist, pink whip that lashed up and down the wet slit of her cunt. That was when she could keep them open long enough to enjoy the sexy view he presented as he knelt between her willing thighs.

He taunted and teased for moments before he actually drilled his oral digit into the steaming heat of her pussy. But when he did, he brought a deep, throaty moan from the woman seated above him. His taunting had brought forth the keen awareness of his, action that he wanted. Now he licked and laved with fervent alacrity as he sought to bring her to the heights of desire.

Just as a woman's mouth can never be the same as the caressing warmth of her pussy, a man's tongue can never replace the filling sensation of his cock. However, this man was doing his best to imitate the plunging strokes of a prick. In and out he invaded the aching hole of her cunt. Again and again his tongue whipped and twisted around within her vagina.

She could hear his loud, oral sounds as he licked and sucked the thick flood of juices flowing within her body. The feel of him, the sexy sight of watching him devour the pinkness of her cunt, and the urgent sounds of his smacking lips were too much for her to endure for long.

She came.

Shoving his head into the dampness of her pussy, she came. Her moans filled the room. Her violent shuddering rocked the bed. She thrashed and writhed as that delightful oral probe slowly pushed in and out of her pussy until she floated back to earth from the plateau of ecstasy he had taken her to with his most intimate of kisses.

His face glistened with the moisture of her cunt when he rose and stood over her. His smile answered the pleasure in her eyes.

"You're all wet," she grinned, pointing to a box of tissues on her dresser.

He grabbed one and wiped away the traces of her pussy juice, "So are you."

"I feel like there's still an ocean inside me," she answered.

"Just a minor sea," he laughed. "I sucked away the ocean."

Her eyes dropped to the rigid lance of manhood jutting from his crotch as he spoke those last words. Again her lips parted and her tongue flicked out, slickening them.

Without so much as another gesture from the man standing before her, she pushed herself up so that she once more sat on the edge of the bed. His prick, fat and swollen with its need for her, bobbed only a few inches from her mouth. Saliva welled in her mouth. But she hesitated from accepting the meaty offering extended to her.

How could she tell him that she had never had a man within her mouth before, not even her husband? Her generation had been brought up believing that only whores and perverted degenerates participated in oral sex. Yet he had just proven to her what a marvelous experience it could be. She wanted to return that pleasure. She wanted to give him what he had given her. But she didn't know what to do.

"Kiss it," he whispered, as if he realized what was running through her mind. "Kiss it nice and easy."

As he watched, her head tilted forward. Her lips, soft and warm, brushed against the straining head of his prick. Shivers of excitement sizzled through his legs. His cock jerked and twitched with abandoned delight.

She had caused that! The thought that her mouth gave him so much pleasure excited her. Again she kissed the thick crown of his manhood, delighting as she once more drew a similar reaction from him.

She was no longer hesitant. Unsure, but not hesitant.

Gripping the throbbing stalk of his sex, she pulled him down a bit. Imitating his own actions, her tongue unfurled from her mouth and touched the slitted hole at the center of his glans. When that tongue came back it carried one of the crystal drops that oozed from his cock. For the first time in her life, she tasted a man, really tasted a man.