A Move To England Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Move To England Part 1

Hi all, I’m Fionn pronounced Finn. I grew up in 70s Derry, Northern Ireland. I was a wee quiet catholic boy from the Creggan. Reaching the milestone of sixteen in 1981. Not long after I met Aoife, she was seventeen with an “I don’t care"-attitude.

We got on really well from the start. We both had an enormous interest in music and the desire to leave Derry. Within a couple of days, we were dating. Both being from large Catholic families, finding time alone wasn’t that easy. When we did find time to be alone, we made the most of the time. Aoife was far more confident than me. She would be the one directing where my hands should go. As much as I enjoyed our heavy petting sessions, we never managed to find the time or place to go all the way.

We had been going steady for just short of a year when Aoife asked if I wanted to go to England to visit her sister who was living in Leeds. After a long discussion with my parents and a phone call with Aisling, Aoife’s sister, they agreed I could go.

Two weeks later, we were on a ferry from Belfast to Liverpool. We were just over an hour into our journey when Aoife guided me to the toilets. Once inside, we started kissing, our hands instantly going into masturbation mode.

Then, out of the blue, Aoife asked, “Will you lick me down there?”

This is something we had never done, but I nervously replied, “Yes.”

Aoife sat on the toilet, hitching her skirt and removing her knickers. I stared wide-eyed, despite the wanking and ...

... fingering I had never seen her pussy in such an intimate way. I knelt in front of her and slowly began to lick, concentrating more on the taste than my technique. Aoife pushed my head hard into her lovely, hairy pussy, and I licked and lapped for all I was worth. I could feel the wetness running down my chin. Aoife released a long moan. Her fingers pulled at my hair.

Aoife pulled me up and kissed me passionately. After a couple of minutes of snogging, Aoife pulled away, licked her lips, and said, “I taste so good. I wonder if all women taste this good?”

“Remove your jeans. It’s only fair I return the favour.” She smiled.

In a flash, I had my jeans and underwear off. Pre-cum was dripping from the end of my now rock-hard cock. Aoife licked the drops off, kissed the head, then placed her mouth over the end. It was the best sensation I had ever experienced. So good that, before I knew it, I had cum in Aoife’s mouth. She swallowed every last drop. It was the best feeling I had ever had.

Aoife stood up and kissed me, forcing my own seed into my mouth, swirling it around with her tongue, allowing me to savour the taste. I have to admit I loved the taste.

I picked up my underwear. Aoife grabbed my hand. “No, wear these,” she said, handing me her panties.

I looked at her with uncertainty.

She said, “Go on. Just for a laugh.”

I took those deep red lace panties and pulled them on. I must admit, the feeling of the soft lace gliding over my hairless legs made me start ...