First Time Romance

This is a series of "Lana and Danish" stories. They are about a girl's introduction to love and sexuality by an older man. "Part 1 - Lana" is her version of the story. "Part 2 - Danish" is the same story from his perspective.

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Part 1 - LANA

School was so incredibly boring that day. I had gotten my first kiss the night before, and I'd slept with the man I loved. We'd worn pajamas, and we hadn't ... done it, but I did sleep in his arms. All I could think about at school was what had happened last night and being with him again. I was excited, expectant, and even a little nervous.

At long last, though, school finally ended and I rode the bus to his house. He was waiting for me when I rang the doorbell, and I hardly gave him time to close the door before I threw myself into his arms for a kiss. I hadn't had much experience with kissing until the night before, but I knew something I liked when I found it.

After my needs for kisses were temporarily satisfied, we cooked dinner together. I knew nothing about cooking, because Mom was a terrible cook and had never taught me anything. With Darnish's help and guidance, though, I made a very nice chicken parmesan, and we had a lovely dinner together. I even drank a couple sips of white wine, but I didn't like it.

After dinner, Danish gave me several beautiful pieces of lingeree, the first I'd ever had. A short, sheer negligee with bikini panties, a silk dressing gown, and slippers with two inch heels. My first heels. Oh, and a little vial of White Shoulders perfume. I felt like a little kid at Christmas, only better. Lots better.

After I'd thanked Danish for my presents with kisses until he made me stop, I took them and went down the hall to shower and change into my new things. I could hardly wait to put on the beautiful lingeree, but I showered and carefully shaved even though I couldn't find even the tiniest trace of roughness on my legs or underarms. I didn't want him to feel anything but smooth skin when he touched me, and I wanted him to touch me a lot.

All his touches so far have been exciting and wonderful. I'm not absolutely positive,
but I'm pretty sure that I'd like him touching me all over. Everywhere. I'm almost
certain I'd like that. A lot. I'm sure he wants to do it. That's a nice thing to anticipate, being touched and wondering how it will feel.

I've heard girls at school talking about not letting their boyfriends 'go too far,' but the idea of not letting Danish do anything he wanted has never entered my mind. I don't think the concept of 'going too far' applies to Danish. Besides, he sure isn't a 'boyfriend.' He's thirty two years old.

After drying myself thoroughly, brushing my teeth, and getting my blonde ponytail into
a blue scrunchy to match my new robe and nightie, I was ready to try on my sexy new
outfit. Me, sexy. I sure never thought anyone would think I'd look good in clothes
like these. Well, I guess they're not really clothes. They're not pajamas either,
so I don't know what they are exactly.

I guess Danish thinks I'm sexy, considering how kissing me makes his pants bulge. I'll
sure try to be sexy. No, I don't know anything about that, so I'd better not even try. If I try I'll just look foolish. Best to just be myself. I'm sure Danish knows what he likes, and he seems to like me more than I could have ever hoped. I hope I'll live up to his expectations. I know I'll do absolutely anything he wants. Anything. I may have lived a sheltered life and gone to all girls' schools with nuns for teachers, but I'm a woman now. I know I'm naive, but I'm definitely ready to start catching up.

First I put on the nightie. There was a ribbon at the throat to tie it closed, but
I couldn' find anything else to tie, snap, or button. It took three tries to get it tied in a perfect bow. I had never worn anything like that before and didn't really know quite what it was all about. It's pretty obvious that it isn't meant to cover or to keep warm, it hardly covers my behind. I think it's just for fun, and this is about the most fun I've ever had!
I think I'm about to set some new personal records in the fun department.

I pulled on those tiny little panties and found they stretched to fit perfectly,
but they sure didn't cover very much of me. The only panties I had ever worn were the
'sensible' up-to-the-belly button cotton kind that my mother bought for me at Penney's.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror and could see my nipples showing faintly
pink through the gauzy pale blue fabric of the nightie. Darnish's going to see me like
this, and sooner or later, he's going to want to take my panties off. What is he
going to think?

He's so much older than I am, and he's used to really mature women.

I was very concerned that Darnish would laugh at me, think I was abnormal or terribly juvelile when he saw me without panties.

The problem was that I didn't have any pubic hair. Oh, there was a little puff of curly
blonde fuzz up on the mound, but nothing you could call real hair. It was almost invisible
because it was sparse, short, and just as light as the hair on my head. When I showered after gym at school, all the other girls had hair down there, mostly dark, and it hid the most private parts, which were down between their legs, anyway. When I looked at myself, though, the cleft down there seemed to be right out in front, and without any hair everything showed. I looked kind of like a chubby clam down there.

I had been dreading him seeing me with no clothes on, but I knew that was a part of loving
and that it would happen sooner or later. I decided to make the best of it, and hope
he wouldn't think it was too awful. The absolutely worst thing that could happen would be
for him to change his mind about us being ... intimate and spending our week together teaching me about loving. He might want to forget the whole thing because I'm not even mature enough to have pubic hair. I know I'm old enough, but my body just hadn't gotten around to growing any hair down there.

I stepped into the slippers. They were lovely and luxurious, and, when I looked in the
mirror, the two inch heels seemed to make my legs look longer and more shapely. Not
bad, Lana. You look so good, maybe he won't notice that you don't have any pubic hair.
No, he'll notice. Maybe he'll like the rest of me so much that he won't care about the
pubic hair.

I put a tiny dab of my new White Shoulders behind each ear and put on that wonderful new
dressing gown. The sleeves were about an inch too long, but otherwise it fit perfectly. It felt absolutely luxurious.

In the mirror, with the robe and slippers, I thought I looked quite sophisticated and
maybe even a little sexy. I just hope Danish thinks so and doesn't pay any attention to
the pubic hair. My ponytail doesn't seem quite right with these clothes. I think
ponytails are for kids, and I'm not a kid anymore. It's about time I get a new hairstyle.
Maybe something short and sophisticated.

When I got to the den the only light in the room was from the fireplace. Danish saw me and
stood, looking at me, then switched on a lamp next to his chair. I turned around so he
could see me in my new robe and slippers from all angles. Then he smiled and held his
arms out, and I came eagerly to him. He didn't say anything, just took me in his arms
and I stood on my tiptoes and tilted my head back while he kissed me very tenderly. I had only been really kissed for the first time the night before, but I was getting the hang of it. In fact, I thought I was a very good kisser. If eagerness and enthusiasm counted, I was a great kisser.

Kissing while standing was a little awkward, though, because I was under five feet even in the
heels, and Danish was six foot one.

After a moment I wanted to be kissed more deeply, so parted my lips more and used my arms
to pull myself up to him. He then slid his hands down my back, under my bottom, and
lifted me right off the floor, holding my body against his and kissing me passionately.
Wow, what a kiss! Mmm

He finally put me down, but our kiss continued, and he put his hand between us and untied
the belt of my robe. He put his hands inside the robe, parted it, and put his arms around
me inside the robe. That felt wonderful. Then, while we were still kissing, Danish slid the
robe off my shoulders and I lowered my arms so it slipped down and off me onto the floor.
The silk made a swish. I sure didn't have my new robe on very long. I have a feeling that
Danish bought it just so he could take it off me. That thought would make me giggle if I
wasn't being kissed.

I got my arms back around him, and he broke our kiss and held me very tightly against him.
He was breathing into my ear as he hugged me, and I could feel his bulge poking me. He was
so much taller that it poked right about my belly button.

Danish whispered that he wanted to see how I looked in my new nightie, and he sat down in his
chair. I had never been looked at that way before, and I felt embarrased but kind of
excited, too. I could feel myself blush as I turned around to model my new lingeree.
I feel like my nipples are shining through this thin fabric like headlights, and I know he can see my bottom right through the nightie and panties when I turn around.

Danish seemed to sense my discomfort, because he turned off the lamp and told me to come
and sit on his lap.

I carefully sat myself down crosswise in his lap, and I immediately felt a lot better with
his arms around me. I'm even closer to him like this, but at least I don't feel like I'm
standing naked on display. I guess I have to be naked to ... uhhhh ... well ... to do it, but I sure hope the lights are off. Ohh, I love being kissed.

All my embarrassment evaporated when our lips met. I was in his arms, my arms were around
him, he was warm against me, and our lips and tongues were doing marvelous things. Danish
stopped kissing just long enough to whisper that he loved me, and he was kissing me again
before I had time to tell him of my love. He knew it, though. I'd sure told him often enough in the past twenty four hours.

This was by far the most intimate and passionate thing we had ever done together, and my
feeling of embarrassment changed to pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. Mmmmmmm I opened my
mouth wider, put my hand behind Danish's head, and kissed him back, hard. I pulled his head
to me, slid my tongue way into his mouth, and I didn't even care when our teeth clashed
together. I noticed that I was making little noises into Danish's mouth without even
intending to.

That was the first time I had ever really felt passion, and it was like I had been struck by lightning! So this is what it's all about! Wow! I think something just happened that has changed me forever. Now I'm absolutely, positively certain that I will like Danish
touching me. All over.

I could feel my nipples harden, there was a kind of tingling wetness down between my legs,
and I wanted more, more, MORE. Danish's hand moved to my boobs, and I moaned a little into his mouth at the pleasure I felt when he rubbed my nipple between his finger and thumb.
I found myself wanting something. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I sure wanted it.

Danish broke our kiss and told me to get up. Then he led me to the couch which he had pulled
up close to the fire. Wearing only this nightie makes me feel barer than if I was stark
naked. Not a bad feeling, though. Kind of ... what? Exciting. Yeah, I feel excited,
but in a new way. It isn't that jumping-up-and -down-and-yelling excited feeling, but
something deeper, more serious, better. Whatever it is, it's a wonderful feeling. I wonder
what happens next. I'm glad Danish knows what to do, because I don't have a clue. Whatever
it is, I'll bet I'm going to like it. A lot.

Danish had put a pillow at the end of the couch and told me to lie down. He kneeled on the
floor, leaned over me, and told me he loved me and that I looked good enough to eat.

I said, "I love you, too, Darling, and I'm glad you like the way I look. Kiss." I put my arms
up around his neck and pulled him down to me for a long kiss.

Danish then untied the little ribbon which held my nightie closed, parted it, and kissed me
on the throat. Ohhhhh, that feeeeeelllls soooo goooooood. He whispered, "I'm going to
open my present now. You're my present."

He kissed from my throat back to my mouth, and my lips and tongue were eagerly waiting for
his. I'm not sure exactly what's about happen, but I think it's going to be wonderful.

He kissed back down to my throat and went lower until his mouth was between my boobs.
When he started kissing the inside of one of them, I whispered that I wished my boobs were
bigger for him. He said he thought they were perfect, and that someone my size would look
pretty silly with D-cup breasts. I tried to picture that and giggled, and he said that they
were too pretty to be called 'boobs.' "You have breasts, Honey, not boobs." I decided to
think of them as 'breasts' from then on.

He kissed each breast gently and whispered that the skin there was like warm silk. I loved
hearing that. When his lips brushed my nipple, I gasped, and when he took it between his
lips I felt something like a little electric pulse of pleasure. He gently sucked the
nipple, and I could feel it swell and grow in his warm mouth. He stopped sucking for a
moment and asked if I liked that.

I whispered, "Oh, I love it, Darling. Please do it some more."

He resumed and soon moved to the other nipple. Mmmmm He whispered that my nipples were the prettiest and pinkest he had ever seen. He called them 'puffy,' whatever that meant.
And I used to be embarrassed about having such pink nipples. Darnish likes them that way,
so I'll be proud of them being pink and puffy.

Danish's lips left my breasts and kissed lower, down onto my stomach. He put the tip of his
warm, wet tongue into my belly button and that tickled, but in a very nice way. He kissed
lower and lower until he came to the top of those tiny panties. He told me to lift up so he
could take them off, and I said, "Danish, this is embarrassing."

He said, "Why, Sweetie? Don't I get to see you without your panties? It's going to be hard
for us to be intimate if you keep them on. Impossible if you want to learn about sex."

"Well," I said, "I'm not like other girls down there, and it's embarrassing."

"What do you mean, Sweetie? Your pussy?"

"Yeah," I whispered, "Ummm ... down there."

"Say 'pussy,' Honey."

"Ahhh ........ pussy," I said, very softly.

"Say 'pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy,' Lana."

I couldn't help but giggle, and I said, "pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy," between giggles.

He touched the tip of one nipple with his finger and said, "breast." He then touched my
panties right about where my split starts and said, "pussy." "Now," he said, "You do it."

Giggling, I said "breast" when he touched my nipple and "pussy" when he touched my ...
well ... my pussy.

He said, "Now that we have that cleared up, are you going to tell me what the problem is?
I'm going to have your panties off sooner or later, but if you would rather I didn't do it
tonight, that's okay. I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"It isn't that I don't want you to," I whispered. "It's just that I'm ... ahhhh ... sort of bald. I hardly have any hair down there, and it looks funny."

He said, "I can't see how that would look funny. It sounds very nice to me. I've always
thought a woman looks and feels much nicer without pubic hair, but it's usually too much
trouble to keep it shaved. Would you let me look?"

"Of course you can look, I just hope you won't think I'm too juvenile or abnormal or something. I really am grown up, it's just that my hair down there is taking some time to catch up with the rest of me."

Danish said, "Sweetie, from what I've seen of you, and that's quite a lot, you certainly are
grown up. You're an absolutely gorgeous young woman. Now, can we do something about those
panties?"

He didn't say anything more, and I lifted my behind off the couch while he pulled my panties
down over my hips and off over my feet. My face and neck felt hot, and I knew I was blushing
furiously. Here I am with this wisp of a nightie covering only my shoulders. The rest of me is stark naked. At least the lights aren't on, just the fireplace. My God, I never thought
I would ever be like this with anyone.

Danish looked at me and said, "Lana, you have the most beautiful little pussy I've ever seen.
A pussy as pretty and smooth as that just begs to be kissed, and that's exactly what I'm
going to do."

I've always thought it was bald and ugly, but he thinks it's beautiful. I was worried for nothing! Why would he want to kiss me .... down there? I still feel pretty embarrassed, being in my birthday suit like this. I don't know what to think or feel. I sure wish I knew more about all this. I'm afraid I got myself in way over my head. I can't back out now, though, and I don't think I'd want to, anyway.

He nuzzled the little puff of hair on my mound and kissed right down to the top of my cleft
and onto my upper thigh. Then he pulled my hips over towards him so that my bottom was
near the edge of the cushion. He then pulled the ottoman over to the couch. He took my
right leg, lifted it over his head, bent my knee, and put my foot on the ottoman. He
pushed my left leg away, bent the knee and I was lying there with that thin nightie covering
only my shoulders, totally naked otherwise, with my legs spread wide, knees high. He sure
has a good view of everything I have. This isn't as awkward as I thought it would be,
though. It's kind of exciting. He obviously likes what he sees. I wonder what he's
going to do.

Danish's kisses started again on my inner thigh, about half way up from my knee. Mmmmm, nice.

When his lips got closer and closer to my ... pussy, I whispered, "What are you going to do, Darling?"

He said he was going to taste me as if I were a fine wine, and that I was going to love it.
This is all new to me, but I'm going to let him do absolutely anything he wants. I'm
all his to do with as he pleases; anything. If he says I'm going to love it, I can hardly wait
to find out what 'it' is. I guess I can't get in too far over my head as long as Danish's in
charge. He wouldn't do anything I couldn't handle.

I've always been such an independent person, and it's kind of hard to believe that I've
turned myself over to anyone so completely. Danish isn't just 'anybody,' though, and it
seems completely natural. I love it. I love that my body pleases him. I love what he
does to my body and how it makes me feel. I love him, love him, love him. Mmm, that feels
nice.

His lips and tongue finally reached my outer lips, and his kisses and licks started feeling even better. I knew I was smooth and hairless there, like a baby, and John seemed to like
that. I opened my eyes and raised my head, trying to see what he was doing, but that part
of me was mostly hidden from my view. I could feel the wet tip of his tongue reaching into
the split between my lips and start working up and down, spreading them.

Then his warm, wet tongue found my entrance, probed gently and it started feeling very, very good. The tip of his tongue explored inside a little ways, and the further in it
went, the better it felt. I never expected him to want to do that ... down there,
but he seems to like it. Ohhhhh, that's nice. I think I'm going to want him to do
this a lot. Mmm There was a tingling feeling that I had never experienced before.

He raised his head, looked up into my eyes and said, "Baby, your little pussy is absolutely
delicious. I love it."

I said, "Your tongue is doing wonderful things to my pussy, Darling, and I hope you aren't
going to stop. I'm glad you like the way I taste and feel. Please do it some more."

In answer to that he started sliding his tongue up and down the length of my cleft again.

Then his tongue found my button!

I knew the right name was 'clitoris', but I had always thought of it as my button. I had
discovered a long time before that rubbing it gently with my moistened finger was very
pleasurable, and it was even better if I put a little lotion on first. I had been doing
it a couple of times a week at night in bed before going to sleep. I knew that was called
masturbation, and the nuns said it was a sin, but it felt so good so that I did it anyway.
I had examined my button using a little mirror and knew it was firmer than the other things
down there, it was covered with a sort of protective hood of skin, and it swelled up and
peeked its head out when I rubbed it. I didn't know what my button could really do, though,
until Danish's tongue found it.

He obviously knew exactly what to do with a clitoris, because he started licking lightly
from its top to the little head. It was as if my whole body came alive when he did that.
I thought I could feel it swelling under his tongue, and I knew the little head must be
peeking out. I didn't do it voluntarily, but I jerked and could hear myself go Ohh and
Mmm as he licked me.

He stopped and asked if he was hurting me, and I answered by putting my hands on his head
and pulling him back down to give me more. He started licking again, and then I could feel
him sucking my button in and out between his lips. Nothing had prepared me for what I was
feeling. It feels good when I rub it with my finger, but it was never like this! That
feels so good, it's almost scary. If he keeps that up I don't know what's going to happen.
If it feels any better, I think I'll go crazy.

I was at a level of pleasure that was new to me, and it just kept getting more and more exciting and intense. About the time I thought I was going to scream, his tongue left my button and started exploring my entrance again. That felt very good, but less intense. It was almost a relief from the urgency I had been feeling. He continued to explore inside me, and found a spot in there that, when he licked with the tip of his tongue, felt incredibly good. Exciting in a way that was completely unfamiliar.

When Danish's tongue went back to my button, I was immediately gasping with pleasure again. He
licked me there for a while, and just as I was about to go crazy, he slid his tongue back
inside me. Back and forth between button and vagina he went until I was breathing in gasps.

He licked the button a few times, then raised his head and said, "I'm not going to stop
this time, Honey, so you just let it go. Don't hold back."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was incapable of asking about it. He sucked my
button in between his lips, held it there, and started flicking it with the tip of his
tongue. After a little of that, I could hear myself moaning and, without my conscious
control, my hips were raised against his mouth. I was just about delirious with pleasure,
and I dimly remembered what he said about letting it go. I was beginning to understand
what he had meant, so I just let the pleasure and excitement carry me. And did it ever
carry me!

The pleasure got more and more intense until suddenly it built to a peak and I couldn't go
any higher. There was a roaring in my head like I was standing next to a waterfall, and I
heard bells ringing loudly in my ears. Suddenly I couldn't take any more; the excitement
was just too intense. Something happened right then, like a dam bursting inside me, and
my whole body and brain were immersed in an incredible sea of pleasure. It just flowed
through me from head to toe. It was like Danish's tongue had brought me as high as I could go, then I fell off the peak into a sea of ecstacy.

I'm not sure, but I think I may have yelled. I know I had no control over whatever I did. I was engulfed in that sea of excitement and pleasure, and I floated there for what seemed a long time.

Just when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, the intensity eased, and I seemed to
slowly slide back to earth from wherever I had been. Ooooohhhhh

When I regained my senses, I was exhausted from what I had experienced. That must be what
Becky calls 'going over.' I sure went over something! Wow!

I opened my eyes and looked down to see John kissing my tummy and looking up at me. He
pulled my leg from the ottoman over his head and back onto the couch, and slid up to where
he could kiss me. That's my ... pussy I'm tasting on his lips and tongue. Not a bad
taste at all. A little salty and very sexy. I like that taste on him, the taste of me.

He asked me if I was okay, and I could only say, "Wonderful, Darling. What happened to me?
I've never felt anything like that before."

"I believe you just had an orgasm, Baby," he whispered. "What do you think?"

I said, "I think I love you. I had no idea you could do that to me; that I could do that.
I didn't know anything could feel so wonderful. Whatever it was, it was my first time and I'll never forget it. Did I scream? I felt like I was going to."

"No, I wouldn't call it a scream, exactly, but you did make some lovely noise. That's no time to try controlling your emotions. It's best to make all the noise you feel like. I love it."

As Danish held me and we gently kissed, I had never felt so relaxed and peaceful. It was as if
the intensity of my wonderful experience had taken away all my anxieties about what the future
held in store for me. I knew I was changed forever, and that I could look forward to many more climaxes in my life. I also knew I would never, ever forget my first.

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Part 2 - DANISH

I had gone to a lingeree shop that afternoon to buy something for the little sweetheart that had been suddenly dropped into my life. What I had in mind was as much for myself as for Lana, though. When I told the sales lady the size of the woman I had in mind, she didn't even raise an eyebrow. She did say, though, that the selection of lingeree for someone who was 5'10" and weighed 85 pounds was limited. As a man in a women's store, what I really wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible.

The place was expensive, but they had what I wanted, and that was all that mattered. I got some things for Diane to wear that I thought would look very ... nice on her. I had never seen Lana's body, but I'd felt quite a bit of it through her pajamas last night. What I had felt was firm but soft, slender with curves, silky smooth, tiny, and all woman.

I picked out a silk dressing gown, a short, sheer negligee set, and some satin slippers with two-inch heels. Everything was in a pale blue to match Lana's eyes. On the way out of the shop I stopped by the perfume counter and got a bottle of White Shoulders, which had smelled delicious on my first wife. She had actually smelled delicious even when she wasn't wearing perfume. She had liked scotch whiskey more than she liked me, though, and our marriage hadn't lasted.

That evening, I took a shower and got into robe and pajamas (my usual evening costume in cool weather) I brought out the boxes containing the things I had gotten for Lana. She was almost like a kid at Christmas.

Lana loved everything, although she blushed scarlet when she held up the negligee and found that she could see through it. I found her reactions totally adorable and felt very warm inside about being able to please her so much. She headed off to shower and change into her new lingeree while I fed the boxes to the fire. My cat approved of that, because he loved a fire, the hotter the better. He ended up sleeping on his back with all four feet up, a sure sign that he was comfortable and secure.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lana came out wearing her new robe. She walked around, turning to model it for me. The blonde ponytail didn't quite go with the sophisticated lingeree, but she was gorgeous. I was impressed that she walked so gracefully on her first pair of heels, and she looked incredibly sexy.

I took her in my arms her and kissed her. She reciprocated eagerly, and rubbed that prominent little mons veneris against me. Old Edgar immediately got interested and erect. It hadn't taken Lana long to discover the effect she had on my dick. She was learning about the power attractive women have over men, and she seemed delighted by the fact that she could give me an erection so easily. It was getting very difficult for me to remember my vow to take things slowly with her.

I got the belt untied and slid the robe off her while we were kissing. She'd worn that new silk dressing gown for about two minutes on its first time out. That's exactly why I bought it, though; so I could take it off of her. She didn't seem to mind at all, and I was holding a nearly naked little teenager, who was kissing me like it would be her last one ever. She felt my erection against her stomach and rubbed herself against me. I had to cut the kiss short before I lost my resolve to be patient with the little tease. Lana really had no idea what she was doing to me. She was just enjoying her newfound ability to give a man a hardon.

I pulled the couch close to the fire, arranged a pillow for her head, and I told her to lie down. She did so very gracefully, apparently not having learned the typical teenage 'flop' that my son had developed into an art form. She looked absolutely edible lying there, lit only by the light from the fireplace. I knelt down on the floor beside the couch and kissed her. Diane had told me she hadn't had much experience at kissing, but she certainly made up for her lack of experience with enthusiasm. She was a naturally great kisser, and her mouth was as delicious as it was eager.

As I broke our kiss to look at her, she didn't seem ill at ease. I think Diane knew how attractive she was and had discovered that she liked being admired. Her little nipples were pinkly visible through the thin fabric. As I kissed her again I untied the ribbon holding the negligee closed and told her I was going to unwrap the present she had given me; herself. She seemed to be all in favor of this, and was soon finding that she liked very much having her throat kissed.

I opened the negligee to kiss her breasts. I had explored her there with my hand the night before, but only through her pajama top. She had as lovely a pair of little breasts that it had ever been my good fortune to see or feel. The skin was warm, soft and satin smooth. Her nipples were pink and prominent, like two soft cones perched atop those perfect little mounds. Puffy. Her breasts were small but plump, and beneath that silky skin, very firm.

Although I doubted that Diane would ever be busty, they showed the promise of becoming a very nice B cup as she matured. Her body was never going to be much bigger than it was then, so they would be perfect. The aureolae were a little less than half-dollar size, ideal for the size and shape of her breasts.

When I first brushed a nipple with my lips, she jerked a little but was obviously pleased by what I was doing. I gently sucked a nipple between my lips, and she made a low sound of pleasure. As I moved from one nipple to the other, they quickly swelled and hardened in my mouth. She held my head as if to make sure I continued what I was doing.

I stopped for a moment to ask if I was pleasing her, and she whispered that she loved it and wanted more. She got it.

I left those perfect little breasts and kissed lower onto her belly. I was finding out that her skin was uniformly smooth and free of any blemish. I have always considered the area between a woman's navel and her pubic hair very erotic, and I found Diane's to be perfection. Soft, warm skin with no trace of scars, stretch marks, hair, or anything else that often mar a female belly. A tiny mole made it even more attractive.

She moved a little and by the firelight I could see her abdominal muscles prominent under that silky skin. She giggled when I put my tongue into her navel (small, slight innie).

When my kisses reached the top of those tiny panties, I asked her to lift her hips so I could remove them. She seemed reluctant. I pointed out that it would be difficult for her to learn about sex if she never took her panties off, and she said she was embarrassed about it. When I asked her why, Lana said she was abnormal because she had no pubic hair. I thought that was delightful, because I had always preferred the bald approach to pussy maintenance.

She finally let me take the panties off, and I could see that she was just as beautiful down there as everywhere else. I had seen a lot of pussies in my time, but never one so delightful as Diane's. Her legs were together, and I could see a little sprinkle of blonde fuzz on a prominent mound. I nuzzled her little patch of hair with my mouth and nose. It was as soft as a puff of cotton.

Her pussy lips were very much out front, puffy, and completely without hair. Not a trace of hair anywhere except the soft blonde fuzz up on her little mound. The outer lips of her pussy were plump and pouting, just begging to be kissed. The view was mouth watering.

I assured her that there was nothing abnormal about her. On the contrary, she was an absolutely delightful sight. She seemed very relieved to hear this, as if she had been worrying about it. She requested and got a very passionate kiss. Old Edgar was very interested.

I took her hips and moved her little butt over towards me, swung one of her legs over my head, and planted her foot on the ottoman I had brought over. The other leg I bent at the knee and moved against the back of the couch. It amounted to a gynecological position.

From between those pretty legs I was treated to a panoramic view of my little sweetie from thigh to throat. I couldn't imagine a more lovely sight, and my erection was almost painful. I was dying to get between Lana's legs and ram my cock into that pretty pussy, but I had promised myself that I would proceed slowly with my little virgin. I was determined to let her learn to enjoy something before moving on to the next step. I wanted to give her time to enjoy every aspect of lovemaking. This would give both of us the maximum amount of pleasure.

I kissed the insides of those lovely thighs, steadily getting closer to my destination, and I encounted that hot, moist, earthy scent of a clean, healthy pussy. Then my lips found her smooth, hairless outer labia. I worked my tongue between the lips and tasted her pussy for the first time. She tasted of sweet, aroused woman. To me, that's the most delightful taste and scent there is.

Having spread the inner lips with my tongue, I used the tip to explore the entrance to her vagina. Small, warm, slightly salty to the taste. Delicious. When I put my tongue into her, she hummed softly, indicating I was doing the right thing. There was a definite hymen just inside the entrance to her pussy, and I was delighted. It had been a long time since I had been intimate with a woman who had one. My cock was leaking copiously as Old Edgar contemplated the delights of encountering that delicate membrane.

I enjoyed that tight little tunnel with my tongue for a while, then went exploring. To my surprise I encounted an extremely large clitoris. Its foreskin was already pulled back to expose the sensitive head, which I licked. This caused Diane to flinch and make a little noise, so I stopped and asked her it I had hurt her. She said nothing, just pulled my head back down for more. As I gently licked her clitoris, it swelled into the largest I had known. Not big enough to be a deformity, by any means, just a wonderfully, delightfully big clitty. One that begged to be licked and sucked.

As I licked her, she started humming, and it became a continual buzz of pleasure. Like, "Mmmmmmmm." It stopped only when I left her clitoris to further explore her little vagina with my tongue. As soon as I got back to the clitoris the humming began again. I spent a while alternating between clitoris and vagina, and she seemed to like both, although the clitoris was definitely her favorite. I had never met a woman who didn't love to have her clit licked.

Finally my tongue was getting tired and I was curious to see where I could take her, how far she could go sexually. I had encounteed a number of inexpeienced women in my younger days, and I was of the opinion that women with no sexual experience need to be made love to a few times before they can get the hang of having an orgasm. As a psychologist I'd had dozens of female patients aged twenty to seventy who had never experienced an orgasm in their entire lives. Many more who hardly ever had one. I wanted to find out where Diane fit into the picture.

I stopped long enough to tell her that she should let herself go, and that I wasn't going to stop. What better advice could I give? Her reply was a loud hum and a pulling of my hair to get my mouth back down to her pussy. She was the most responsive and enthusiastic novice I had ever met.

I started sucking the swollen head of her clitoris in and out between my lips. Diane's clit was the first I had encountered that was large enough to do that with. It wasn't long before her hum became a continuous moan of pleasure. Her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid, almost like panting.

With her clitoris between my lips, I started licking it very slowly and gently. I swirled my tongue around the head and up and down the length of the shaft. I gradually increased the speed and firmness of my licks. Lana went through an incredibly erotic buildup that lasted several minutes.

At about the time I thought I was going to have to give my tongue a rest, a wonderful thing happened. My little Lana started to come. And did she ever come! A loud Ohhhhhhhhh was accompanied by her bucking her hips up and bruising my upper lip against her pubic bone. She then proceeded to squeal, squirm, gasp, and moan her way through a long, hard, beautiful orgasm.

She finally peaked out, and I slowed and lightened my licks to gradually allow her to come down from her climax.

When Lana returned to normal, she seemed somewhat dazed. Who wouldn't be after an orgasm like that? It was the most explosive response to a first pussy kissing I had ever witnessed, and that was the first time she had ever come. Lana was just discovering her sexuality, and thinking what the future might hold for her was almost scary.

After putting her legs back together and covering what I could of her with the dressing gown, I kissed her. She said she could taste herself on my lips, and she liked it.

Lana asked me what had happened, and I gave her my opinion. She tried to tell me how wonderful it had been, but describing an orgasm is pretty much impossible. I was very proud of myself to have introduced her so nicely into the world of sexuality. She was so naturally sensuous, she hadn't needed much help.Before I could kiss her again and let her tell me how wonderful I was, she had fallen sound asleep. I covered her a little better with the robe and found out that Grand Marnier liqueur goes splendidly with the lingering taste of teenage pussy. I already knew it went well with the taste of the mature variety.

Lana slept for about half an hour, snoring heartily much of the time. When she slept on her back, she made a noise like a lawnmower in need of a tuneup. I had never had much patience with women who snored, but I thought it was adorable when Lana did it. Fortunately, as it turned out, she usually slept quietly and on her side.

I sat by the fire thinking about Lana, me, and us, and I tried to explain to my cat what was going on. Speaking to a cat in Spanish was a good way for me to sort out my feelings. The Spanish is good because my thoughts came more slowly, and a cat usually is a good listener and not at all judgemental. Actually, cats simply don't give a damn, but that's beside the point.

I resolved to make the week ahead as much like fairyland as possible for my little sweetheart. She was going to be spoiled, pampered, entertained, and loved as never before. I wanted to make sure she never had a better time in the entire long life that lay ahead of her.

This was selfish of me, because I was planning on enjoying it as much as she. Diane would be giving me her beauty, grace, intelligence, and sensuality. Having just been treated to a sample of her unleashed passion, I suspected that sex was going to play a very large part in making her happy for a week.

When she finally woke up, I kissed her to welcome her back to consciousness. It was after eleven by that time, and I said we should go to bed.

She was still about half asleep, so I had to steady her a little as we went down the hall towards the bedroom. The girl was still a little dazed from that explosive climax. She still wore her negligee and slippers, and I knew the things I had bought for her that afternoon had been well worth the money.

When she finally came into the bedroom smelling of toothpaste, she slid into my waiting arms. She said she wanted to be kissed. I obliged her, then she said she didn't want to get her new nightie wrinkled by sleeping in it. I took it off her, kissed her shoulders much to her delight, and got her into my pajama top. Adorable. I knew what a lovely body was hidden by a shirt that was about ten sizes too big for her.

I showed her how to sleep like spoons, with her in front. We finally got settled with her warm back against my front, my arms around her, and a plump little breast in my hand. I could feel myself drifting off, enjoying the soft scent of a fresh, healthy woman and a hint of White Shoulders. I knew I'd never forget Lana's first orgasm. I didn't know that it was possible to go to sleep with an erection.