First taste...  

midnitekitty 41F
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3/7/2006 1:59 pm

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9/29/2006 10:10 pm

First taste...

I remember. It was possibly one of the most bittersweet summers of my young life. My folks had sent me to the Island, for summer vacation. I loved (and still do) going down there, loved everything about it. The salty air, the dark green lushness, the sun that warmed rather than burned. To me, it was(and is) paradise. And to top it off, I was there on my own! No parents to tell me what to do, no one to answer to...bliss.
I remember just arriving. Didn't even unpack. Just went in search for my two favorite cousins, whom were down the wharf, fishing. I walked slowly through the village, watching and knowing I was being watched. Upon arrival, the boys didn't even greet me, more like "what the heck took you so long?" I didn't really say anything either, because I was sizing up the boy that was with them. His name was Thomas, Tom for short. Tall and wirey, with short black hair and warm chocolate brown eyes behind glasses. Wearing a T-shirt and baggy jeans, quietly watching the exchange of our lil group. He seemed shy and distant, both of which lured me. Of course, I just said the perfunctionary "hey" and him back at me.
The summer passed happily, days (and snuck nights) in the pool, wandering the village, going to the Spit, tormenting the younger kids. And, of course, stolen glances and secret smiles between Tom and myself. He had become part of our usual threesome. I found that he was an artist, drew native art, drummed the native songs, played the native games. We would hang out, all of us, in his room.
I don't quit remember when we finally got together officially, but we did. His mother approved greatly. And there were no other objections from anyone else either. It continued on as before, we just hung out really. But the thing that stands out in my mind is how we became brash.
With everyone that was crammed into his small bedroom, we would play games. I became very good at handjobs under the cover of a blanket, or just teasing him to hardness. When we were alone, we would get into heavier necking sessions. It was exciting. But the time that stand out in my memories is when I tasted his cum.
We had a rare moment to ourselves in his room. His parents and brothers were on the other side of his bedroom door, watching TV. Fooling around as usual, things became more advanced. We were kissing, when he pushed me back onto the bed, then straddled me. Sitting up, he undid his pants, his hard-on pushing through. Pulling down his underwear,and pushing up my shirt at the same time. It all happened so fast I didn't have time to react. Next thing I knew, he had pushed his cock under my bra, between my tits and was thrusting away! He had his hands on the wall, looking down at me, and he told me to push my tits together, which I did. He whispered for me to open my mouth. So, I did. "Suck it", he said. So, I did. It didn't take too long, for the next thing I knew, he was spurting hot cum into my mouth! My first taste!
So, I had finally had my first taste of sexual delights. And soon after, my first taste of sweet sorrow. For I had to leave, go back home to the Northern dreariness. I was heartbroken. My only consolation was that I had experienced something rather hot, hotter than the sun!

rm_FreeLove999 47F
16127 posts
3/8/2006 2:48 am

nicely told!

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rm_nursebecky72 45F
68 posts
11/23/2006 10:08 pm

pussy tastes better ... *S*[/SIZE]

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