A Kiss is Still a Kiss - Sex Stories

A Kiss is Still a Kiss

... for the first time. Nestled in the middle of the pale skin of her tan lines, her tidy triangle of mousy hair matched the hair on her head, and below it opened her pink, glistening flower, so juicy and tempting for him lying there. He kissed her mound, just above her clitoris, where her pussy lips began. He kissed her there and breathed in the sweet cocktail of aromas – her perfume and her arousal in a sweet blend. She responded with a long groan, and as his kisses approached her pussy lips, she moaned more desperately, more urgently, as she had the time before as he had sucked her nipples. "Oh please..." she moaned, which was all the pleading he needed. He licked her pussy, tasting her juices from the source, loving her flavour. It was wonderful: salty, tangy, slightly sweet – the refined taste of femininity. Perfect. He penetrated her hot vagina with his tongue, then began to really eat her, driving his tongue inside her, lapping up her free-flowing nectar. He kissed her pussy, teasing her with his tongue, brushing his nose against her clit. His senses were entirely filled with her arousal, it was incredible to be there, to reach his arms under her shapely thighs and lock her slender hips in his grip as he feasted on her soaking pussy. He looked up, still half unbelieving that he was there, lying between the legs of this mouth-watering beauty, his lips dancing with her pussy lips, his tongue slipping inside her, his nose grazing her little clitoris. She was building up to ...

... another orgasm, her chest heaving with her deep breathing, her pretty face flushed, her pussy seeming to tremble as he devoured her. By the time midnight came, she screaming out his name and pressing his head to her pussy, shaking as the force of her climax took her, her juices flowing copiously into his willing mouth as a wave of energy swamped her petite form.. On his way home, he was shaking with pent up energy – what an amazing girl Samantha was! And as he went to his own bed, he had her sweet taste still on his lips. * Harry didn't see her over the weekend, not once. As far as weekends go, it was hell. Suddenly, from feeling on top of the world, he felt as low as low could be. Had she had second thoughts? Had Amy talked her out of seeing him? He didn't have her phone number – how stupid was he? He simply hadn't remembered to ask for it. She hadn't asked for his, either. At the time, he probably figured he's see her in class on Monday, and at the first dress rehearsal that evening – but what if he had lost her? He could have gone round to her house, but what if she didn't want to see him? What if Amy was there? He couldn't handle that. What if Amy was there, and Samantha hadn't told her yet? He would ruin things. So he kept away from her that weekend, but it was difficult. He was so nervous, he felt sick. His mother even got worried about him, he wasn't eating properly. After the feelings Samantha had given him, to lose it now would be very painful. Yet the relationship was ...