Olivia Marsh - Expert Tongue Trippers

"I melted against him as we kissed, his tongue reached deeper and deeper into my mouth. I thought it would be the usual routine; a hand in my blouse, another hand up my skirt, off with the clothes and hump, hump, hump. Honest, it's a drag. I never got anything out of it, but these days all the guys expect it and call you names if you don't. Word gets around, and you have to give in or else you'd be a social failure. The other girls talk as though they like it more than I do, but sometimes I wonder. I think they're just bragging, just trying to impress each other. Only the kind of thing Joey did to me-that I believe Joey knew how to drive a girl wild.

"But that first night he just kissed me good-night and that was it, I took a deep breath of the cool night air before opening the door to the house. I couldn't just walk into the living room all trembling the way I was from Joey's kiss.

"The next night it was different. He told me his folks weren't going to be home, and we could drink their booze, eat Swiss chocolates and turn up the four-speaker stereo as loud as we liked. I was dying to see Joey's house, because everybody says it's sumptuous, but more than that, I was dying to see Joey.

"Joey was just about the sexiest guy at school, with long legs, broad shoulders and the tiniest ass you ever saw. The girls were divided into two groups: those who went for his ass, and those who admired his dark eyes and sensitive face. I fluctuated between the two. I guess you'd say I was among the 'popular' girls, but going out with Joey was beyond my wildest hopes until the day he asked me.

"Our second date turned out to be a lot more exciting than our first. When we got to his house, he asked me what I wanted to do. I was overwhelmed by the deep, white carpets and gold-trimmed furniture. I stammered that I didn't know and he suggested we go see his basement hideaway.

"In Joey's own quarters, everything was different. Books, posters, his own hi-fi. I headed for a couch in front of the fireplace and burled up comfortably with my legs under me while Joey picked out some music. I couldn't believe it, being alone with him in a place really his own with no one to disturb us. I usually resented it if guys just wanted to make out instead of taking me someplace, but with Joey it didn't matter. I wanted to make out, too.

"He sat down beside me, his body moving to the beat of the music. Then he put his arm around me and drew my face to his. Our lips met again and my mouth opened automatically as his tongue grazed my lips. Our two tongues swirled together frantically for several seconds, then he plunged his way into my mouth.

"It was like magic. I quivered helplessly, my breasts trembling against his chest. No guy had ever turned me on so much before. I thought he might wonder if there was something wrong with me, reacting so strongly, so fast. I was almost ashamed. But he kept on kissing me, twisting his lips against mine and running his tongue in and out of my mouth.

"Tonight it wasn't going to stop at one kiss. I was sure of that. A kiss was only the beginning. Soon his hand slipped to the lacings on my dress. I'd deliberately worn the most revealing dress I had, one that laces practically to the waist and gives a peek at my tits if you happen to be at the right angle. One thing, though, it's a bitch to get off. I rarely wore it on dates because I was afraid some guy would rip it up trying to get at me. For Joey, though, I wouldn't have minded giving up a dress.

"He pulled and tugged, finally withdrawing his mouth from mine to ask me to undo the dress. I untied the ribbon and proceeded to unlace it, slowly and teasingly. At last my breasts popped out, all round and firm, my nipples erect as though I'd just stepped out of the shower.

"'Take it off, Susie,' he said softly.

"I undid the zipper at the side, then stood up. Even with a zipper and lacings, the dress got tight as I hoisted it to my tits. Joey got up to help me, doing so very gently. I would have tossed it to the floor, but he carefully draped it on the piano bench, then came back and took me in his arms.

"We stood there together, holding each other tightly. I had nothing on now but orange panties that went with my dress and, of course, shoes. These platform sandals did great things to my legs, I knew, but they had straps that made them a bitch to get off, too.

"Next thing I knew, Joey glided the two of us onto the couch. He was on top of me, but just for an instant. He pulled himself upward to a sitting position while I lay flat on my back. He wanted to look at me, and as he did, he ran his hands softly over my belly, up to my breasts and back down again. Very gradually he approached my orange panties and finally slid his fingers under the elastic. His touch wasn't like that of other boys, he was expertly sensuous. Everything he did was calculated to send thrills through me, it seemed. I wondered where he'd learned such technique. Next to him other guys in their teens were clumsy children, I knew that with Joey things would be different for me, but just how different I wasn't sure.

"My breasts heaved with panting as he slowly invaded the area under my panties. His hand cupped over my navel, his fingers reached further and further down until they met the thick forest of pubic hair. I jerked involuntarily, arching my pussy toward his hand. His exploring fingers lingered only a fraction of an inch §way from the tender flesh, already moist from my excitement. Then he actually touched my pussy. I jerked again.

"He smiled down at me. He was pleased that he'd turned me on so fast. If he'd discussed me with any of the guys, he'd have heard that I was slow. Well, for once, I wasn't slow. I was fast and hot and really dying for it. For what? That I didn't know until Joey gave it to me.

"Carefully, using both hands he removed my panties, leaving me naked except for my shoes. He eyed them curiously.

"'Let's leave those on,' he said. 'I like them.' Then he tickled my insole and made me squeal.

"He looked me over, noting my especially hairy cunt. Most girls just have little patches like tiny triangles. On me, hair grows like weeds. When it's summer I have to trim my cunt hair to look decent in a bathing suit, but now it was overgrown and bushy. He patted it gently, then stepped away to get out of his own clothes.

"He was wearing blue jeans; nobody I know wears regular pants. But Joey would look good in anything. I watched him pull his jersey over his head, then unzip his fly. Down came his pants; he wasn't wearing any underwear. There it was, erect and mannish. I'd rarely seen one, since boys usually made love in cars or other places where it was dark.

"He stepped toward my head. His cock was close enough that I could have reached out and touched it, but I was shy. I wanted to, oh, I really wanted to take it between my hands, but something stopped me. I just looked at it.

"Then Joey took a couple of steps and started arranging my legs, one over the back of the couch and the other dangling to the floor. He was in a position to look straight into my cunt, and that's just what he was doing! He took his hands and began working them upwards along my thighs, closer and closer to my cunt until finally his fingertips touched the glistening, moist flesh. He watched what he was doing, his eyes following every movement of his hands. Slowly he parted the lips of my pussy, so that it was gaping open in front of him. I thought he was going to fuck me-a moment I usually dreaded-and I was ready.

"Instead, he bent down his head and touched his lips to the inside of my knees. I didn't dare move. Very gradually, he progressed toward my anxious pussy, kissing and caressing the firm flesh of my legs as he drew nearer and nearer.

"I shook with pleasure. My cunt was now oozing wet, my breath coming in quick little gasps. His lips grazed the sinews of my thighs, then the pubic fuzz. He positioned his face in front of my pussy and the next thing I felt was the rough, granular surface of his tongue against my bulging clitoris.