The Phone Call

(OOC: My new bride told me last night, about a very sexy phone call she got when she was 18, from an anonymous person--she still doesn't know who it was--and that inspired me to write this story. Hoping that one of Lit's many smoking-hot ladies wants to take on the role of Roxie.)

Philip, age 19 almost 20

Roxie is this amazingly beautiful, hot & sexy college sophomore who is in several of my college classes. We will both turn 20 next month. She has dark brown, nearly inky black, hair flowing all the way down to her luscious round booty. And from what I can see, she apparently has one classy rack, too.

She and I have talked a few times, and she's told me some stuff about herself. Like that she was raised by very strict Catholic parents who didn't let her date until she was 18, and had moved out on her own. How she is still scared even today, to even have a boyfriend, much less do anything sexual with a guy. Maybe that's why I never yet got up the nerve to ask her out. I guess I'm intimidated by the pressure of being the one to take her cherry and all. I dunno, sometimes I got a vibe that she might be interested in me, you know, romantically and all, but sometimes she seems scared to get involved with me or any other guy.

Last Friday she told me she was going to stay home all weekend and get her apartment all cleaned up. That's when I hit on my idea to call her on Saturday, disguising my voice in case she recognized who I was from the times we've talked after class.

"Good afternoon, Miss," I began in a deep adult-sounding voice. "I'm from Catholics for Abstinence. Have you been a good little Catholic girl?" The moment I said that, my mind flashed on the time she wore her teeny-tiny Catholic school-girl skirt and tight white blouse to class.

"I try," she sighed. "But sometimes, it's just so difficult. Like there's this really, REALLY cute boy named Philip in some of my college classes. He talks to me sometimes. And sometimes just looking at him and listening to him, the naughtiest thoughts pop into my head."

I couldn't let on that I am Philip. She just told me she has the hots for me, and I have to act all cool, calm , and collected, and pretend that this knowledge doesn't thrill me.

"But you never give in to the temptation to act on those naughty thoughts?"

"Not so far. If only there were some way..."

"What?"

"Naw, forget it."

"Tell me. Maybe we at Catholics for Abstinence can can help you fight temptation."

"Well, I was just thinking, if only there was some way to relieve the tension of my naughty thoughts, but still stay pure, untouched by a man, for my eventual marriage bed."

"Well, there's always masturbation..." I suggested, grinning to myself. I think I was starting to hook her with my bait now. Or was I just hooking myself?

"I've heard of that, of course. But isn't it supposed to be bad, wrong, to do that?"

"You mean you've never?" I was genuinely surpised that a hot chick of nearly 20 had never even pleasured himself, much less partnered with anyone.

"No," she sobbed. "I wouldn't even know how..." her voice trailed off.

"Are you still there?"

"Yes," she replied timidly. "I'm here."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes," she sniffled, sounding scared and ashamed.

"I can talk you through it. It's perfectly normal and natural. It's no sin."

"OK."

She was mine now. "First, take off your blouse."

"(Sniffle). OK. Now what?"

"Your skirt?"

"I'm wearing cutoff shorts."

"Fine. Slowly slip them down your legs." I could almost picture that, and I could feel a very urgent stirring in my boxers now.

"Is there a bed nearby?"

"I'm next to my couch."

"Fine. That will do. Lie down."

"Shouldn't I take my unmentionables off first?"

Was she toying with me? Or was she genuinely that naive?

"I'm unhooking my bra."

"What does it look like?"

"Sheer black lace. Two hooks fasten it at the back."

"Fine. Take that off now."

"OK, it's off."

"Are you naked now?"

"Yes. Well, except for my panties."

"Do they match your bra?"

"Yes. Balck lace."

"Fine. Slowly slip them down your legs."

"Are you OK, Mister?"

"Yes, why?"

"It's just you're breathing so heavily into the phone." She caught me. I had my eyes closed and was picturing her removing her skimpy panties.

"Do you shave, umm, down there?"

"No. Why? Should I?"

My pants were getting tighter and tighter. I just love a thick, hairy bush.

"OK," I suggested. "Lie down on your couch now."

"OK," she replied very tentatively.

"Now cup your hand around the edge of your breast."

"Mmm, that feels NICE!" she softly purred.

"Slowly move your hand inward toward the center of your breasts."

"Toward my nipples?"

"Umm," I gulped, picturing in my mind what she was doing on the other end of the telephone line. "Yes."

"It feels so good when I touch that area around my nipples."

"They're called your areoles."

"Areoles? Hmmm. Those areoles as you call them. They're getting..."

"Yes?"

"Wider and wider. And darker in color. Red. No more like a soft brown."

That did it. My hard-on was at full stiffness now.

"Now touch your nipples."

"Oooooh!" she squealed. "They're getting so HARD! And LONG! Oh...my...my oh MY...that feels so GGGGOOOOOD!"

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OOC: OK, I need a lady to take it form here, to decribe more of Roxie's masturbation session, and me talking her through it.

Roxie

I was spending the weekend home alone, cleaning-up my apartment. It needed it, of course. Face it, at 19, I'm hardly the neatest person in the world. But mostly I figured if I kept busy cleaning, it would keep my mind off Philip, that cute boy in college who seems to like to talk to me. The sight of him, the sound of his voice, generally quickens my step and my heartbeat, and makes me short of breath. I feel a glow deep inside of me, and a moistness in a certain place I dare not even speak of.

All hope of staying pure of thought and body went out the window with that phone call, though. The guy said he was from Christians for Abstinence, but the sexy things he was saying to me were slipping me down a slippery slope now, far from purity of thought and deed.

He had me naked on the couch, and playing with my nipples, which were achingly hard now. As if that weren't bad enough, he had me glide both hands down my sides, over the soft, sensuous curves of my own hips, then inward to my smooth, creamy thighs, then starting to move upward again from my thighs, with both hands.

"Do you see what looks like the lips of your mouth, but turned vertical instead of horizontal?"

"Uh-huh," I panted, trying to imagine what naughtiness he would have me getting up to next.

"Place one finger on the left lips, and another on the right lip."

"Mmmmmm!" I sighed contentedly.

"Now slowly slide your fingers apart, forming an ever and ever wider letter V."

"Uh-HUH!" I cried out.

"Look down," he said. "What do you see?"

"Those lips are opening wider and wider apart."

"And?"

"And it's very pink inside. Soft, too. Like rose pedals. Dewy, too, like the melting morning frost on a rose pedal. In fact, more and more deqw is gathering on my opening rose pedals now."

"How does that FEEL?"

I closed my eyes, stretched my body languidly, and sighed again. "Nice. It feels VERY nice."

"Now move your fingers up to where your two lips join at the top."

"Oooh!" I squealed. "That feels SO good!"

I heard the guy say something that sounded like, "I'm getting so horny listening to you," but I had no idea what that meant, or if I had even heard him right. Besides, I was too busy having fun to care what he had said, or to try to respond to his remark.

"Good. Now, do you see something that looks like a miniature hood from a sweatshirt?"

"Uh-HUH!" I agreed, touching that spot.

"OK, now gently...GENTLY...push that hood to one side."

"Left or right?" I asked.

"Doesn't matter. Umm, try to the left... OK, under that hood, you should see a tiny nub, like a little button."

"Umm, I'm lying flat on my back with my eyes closed. I can't see a thing!"

"OK, then try to FEEL that little button. Touch it with the underside of your finger."

"Mmmm! That's nice..."

"Good, now slowly rub your finger up and down along that button."

"OOOOHHHH! Ummmm...."

"What?"

"I'm sitting up to see. Hmm, that button is growing bigger and longer. It's kind of throbbing, pulsating like."

"Does that feel good?"

"Uh-HUHHHH! Mmmmm, yes! Yes, yes, YES! Un-be=LIEV-ably good!"

"Good," the guy kind of half gargled, half chirped, like he was choking or something. "That's good. You are SUCH a good girl." (Or did he say "You are such a hot girl?" Doesn't matter; both statements are descriptive of how I felt at that moment.)" Now swirl your thumb around that button, in a circle."

"Oh, ggggg....oh, excuse me, I nearly took the lord's name in vain."

"It's OK, child. He'll forgive you. You're doing God's work, keeping yourself pure from letting boys violate you."

I was skeptical that this was no sin, so I forced myself to tone it down a few notches, and say only, "Oh, GGGGGosh!"

"Now, slip your finger down inside youreslf from that button, still at the top of where those two lips join."

"It feels bumpy, textured. Kind of spongy."

"They call that your G-spot. Tickle it a little. Rub it."

"OK. Mmmmm! OHhhhhh! Hhhhhuuuuhhhhhhh! Oh....my..." I metally gave myself permission to say it now. "Oh...mmyyyyy...GGGGGOD!"

"What's happening?"

I held the phone between my thighs, so he could hear the loud smacking and squishing noises echoing from deep inside of me now. "Liquid is SPRAYING out of me now...like a FOUNTAIN! Thick globs of liquid...flying everywhere. Oh, GGGGOD! That feels so GOOD! It's AMAZING! It just won't STOP! It won't stop flowing...gushing! Oh, Goddddddd! Isn't it some kind of sin to feel THIS good?"

"Not at all, my child. It is keeping you pure of body. For your marraige bed. God meant for us all to enjoy life this much. It would be a sin NOT to enjoy what God has bestowed upon us!"

"Oh, but all of this enjoyment, all of this pleasure, is just making me want to sin even worse than I wanted to before. I wish...I wish..."

"Yes, my child?"

"I wish Philip was here to share in my joy and excitement. To help CAUSE some of the incredible ecstasy that my body is feeling right now. Oh, God, Philip...Philip...where ARE you when I need you? When I want you?"

Philip

I think when Roxie really started to get to me was when she softly moaned over the phone: "Umm, I'm lying flat on my back with my eyes closed. I can't see a thing!"

At that point, I closed my eyes, too, and imagined her naked on the couch, her eyes closed, her finger just starting to pleasure her hardening nub of a love button.

A little later, I asked, "Does that feel good?" and she replied, "Uh-HUHHHH! Mmmmm, yes! Yes, yes, YES! Un-be=LIEV-ably good!"

That's when my pants started to feel VERY constricted. I hurriedly tugged my belt buckle open. I felt like I was hard enough to smash bricks by now, and I tugged my fly open before the urgency of my desires could rip my zipper open for me.

Over the phone, I could hear the sexiest loud smacking and squishing noises echoing from deep inside of her now. The kind of sound that an aroused woman makes mere seconds before climaxing. "Liquid is SPRAYING out of me now..." she reported, "like a FOUNTAIN! Thick globs of liquid...flying everywhere. Oh, GGGGOD! That feels so GOOD! It's AMAZING! It just won't STOP! It won't stop flowing...gushing! Oh, Goddddddd! Isn't it some kind of sin to feel THIS good?"

I was lying on my bed naked now, frantically stroking my achingly-hard cock as I listened to her come againa and again...and AGAIN! . My first explosion sent thick globs spurting upward onto my belly and flying up to my rippling chest muscles. A few seconds later, my pulsing, wavering cock was pointing downaward now, and exploded again, thickly coated my thighs and hurling come through the air to land, splat, down onto my knees.

"I wish Philip was here to share in my joy and excitement. To help CAUSE some of the incredible ecstasy that my body is feeling right now. Oh, God, Philip...Philip...where ARE you when I need you? When I want you?"

Hmm, should I tell her she is talking to Philip, and that I am the one responsible for her orgasm? Naw, that could brand me as a perv in her eyes, and squash our romantic relationship before it ever even has a chance to get off the ground. Better to let her keep thinking she was talking to some anonymous stranger.

"I'd better go shower all the goo off of me now," she whispered seductively, with just a hint of a teasing giggle in her voice. "Thank you, thank you, THANK you, for helping me have SUCH an enjoyable afternoon!"

Then she hung up. A shower sounded like an excellent idea to me, to clean off all my own goo.

In the shower, inspiration hit me. I dressed in a tank top and very tight shorts to show off all of my muscles--yes, even THAT muscle was showing through the fabric! Then I grabbed a sponge, a bucket, and a little hand-held dust-buster vaccuum, and I drove to Roxy's apartment.

I rang the bell. "Who is it?" she called cheerily from behind her front door.

"It's Philip. From school. I got to thinking how you're home alone, facing the drudgery of cleaning all by yourself. So I thought I'd come over and help you."

She unlocked the door and stood there in only a tiny towel, drops of water from the shower still beading and glistening on her smooth, light-cocoa skin.

"I'm glad you're here!" she grinned. "I just got a very interesting lesson on the phone, and I'm just DYING to show you what I learned. After all, we're both college students with an intense interest in learning about EVERYTHING. And believe me, this is a lesson you're going to WANT to learn!"

I could hardly tell her now that I had been her teacher. I went along with her idea of letting her her teach me what I suspected was going to be one very sexy lesson indeed.

"It's something they don't teach us in our college classes, but something I think you really should learn, you REALLY need to know. If and when you ever get married, believe me, your wife will REALLY appreciate that you know this lesson." With that, she let her towel drop and led me by the hand into her bedroom, with a sway in her hips and an urgency in her step. Her rack was even more spectacular than I had dared to imagine: full, round, big, soft but firm, with the biggest,m hardest, cutest, sexiest reddish-brown nipples. And if you looked up the word "perfection" in the dictionary, you would no doubt find a picture of her luscious round booty.

"Lie down next to me," she grinned. "And I will guide your hand to exactly the places where it needs to learn to go."

Roxie

I guess I had been attracted to Philip for far longer, and far more deeply, than I had even cared to admit to myself. He was tall, strong, muscular, handsome. But more than that, he was funny, smart, charming, pleasant to talk with, and fun to be with. He was the total package. I could EASILY see myself falling in love with him, even surrendering my virginity to him. And I know, somehow I knew, that he would be a sweet, gentle, caring, giuving, generous lover. All of these thoughts and emotions stirring, welling up, inside of me, about him being the "total package," were very likely why, lately I had been wondering just what his "package" might look like...and feel like!

This afternoon, I had just been through an eye-opening revelation on the phone, about my capacity for sexual enjoyment. I wanted to share this, and I couldn't think of a soul I'd rather share this new knowledge with, than Philip.

As if he read my mind, there he stood at my apartment door, all handsome and sexy and hunky in his tank-top and shorts, offering, of all things, to help me clean my apartment!

I gently set his bucket, sponge, and Dust-Buster hand-vaccumm down on my carpeted floor, and gazed deeply, soulfully, longingly into his eyes. "Silly man!" I chided. "It's not cleaning that I need and want your help with right now." With that, I deliberately dropped my towel and gave him an eyeful of my freshly-showered body, the water drops glistening against my dark creamy skin. He reacted kind of like those characters in old cartoons, where his eyes bulged out about a mile and his tongue hung down to the floor. I smiled that my naked body could cause such a flustered reaction in such a wonderful, kind, and handsome man.

I led him to my bed and had him lie down beside me. For my own comfort, as well as for his, I had him remain clothed...for now.

I stepped him through everything that the man from Catholics for Anstinence had taught me to do to myself. Only now I had Philip doing all of these things for me...to me. I had him cup and massage my breasts, stroke my areoles (a word I hadn't even known two hours earlier), and rub, pinch, tweak, and gently twist my nipples. I had his hands stroke and caress their way down my curvy hips, over my smooth thighs.

I had him part my lower lips with two of his fingers, then slowly move his fingers inward and upward, in all the delicate, sensitive spots that the man on the phone had taught me about. With each touch, my breathing became heavier, more sporadic. And I started to feel that same tingling, that same moistness, deep inside of me that I had felt on the phone about an hour earlier. Only this time, it was handsome, sweet Philip's fingers coaxing these feelings, these sensations out of me, not my own fingers. And I couldn't have BEEN hapier about that. Philip's touch thrilled me even more than my own touch had.

As I lovingly guided his long, slender middle finger to explore my every flowery fold, thrilling every nook and cranny deep, DEEP inside of me, his thumb swirled and rubbed and masaged my most sensitive bundle of nerves, my magical love button, my passion switch. Bucking up and down on the bed, swaying side to side, I let out a long, continuous yell of pure ecstasy as I thoroughly drenched his wonderful masculine hand 5, 6, maybe 7 times in quick succession.

Curiously, as I became more and more excited over Philip's touch, so did he. His breathing was as labored as mine. His moans of pure pleasure were as loud and as frequent as mine. The more turned on I became, the more turned on he became. The more turned on he became, the more turned on I became, in an ever upward spiral. Is this what loves mean? If so, my heart could stand a whole hell of a lot more of this kind of love! Why had I waited SO damned long to experience this? I think at that very moment, I lost all interest in ever being a good little Catholic girl, ever again.

Then I noticed something else. An odd shape up the front of his trousers. It was about the diameter of a roll of quarters like you get at the bank, but about twice as long. I touched it through the fabric, and it felt about as hard as a roll of quarters, too. His trousers qwuivered and pulsed against my hand, like something was very much alive just under teh fabric. In my naivete, I actually wondered what that could be. But I also had this strange sensation that I desperately wanted, needed to see and touch whatever was making that long, round, throbbing bulge up the front of his trousers.

"Would it be OK with you," I squeaked hesitantly, "If I unhitch your belt, unzip you, and take a peek inside your pants? I'm just about DYING of curiosity! I've never seen one...I mean, I've never seen a man's...ummm...what a man LOOKS like...ummm, well, YOU know!" I was stammering neverously and babbling incoherently now at the incessant, unrelenting thought running over and over through my mind, my growing obession now about seeing what a man...what THIS particular man...looked like with his trousers off. "I've never even seen a PICTURE of one!"

Philip

Roxie was amazing. The way her pussy squeezed down so tightly on my exploring fingers. Her shaking, shuddeering, and moaning. The sheer volume of thick, warm juices squirting and oozing out of her. God I was so damned tempted to lean down and lick her clean. But not yet. It was too soon. She was completely inexperienced sexually, and I feared that doing too much, moving too fast too soon, might well scare her off. So I welled up every ounce of patience that I could find.

"Would it be OK with you," she squeaked hesitantly, "If I unhitch your belt, unzip you, and take a peek inside your pants? I'm just about DYING of curiosity!"

Hmm, do I mind if a cute, hot, sexy naked virgin with an enormous rack and a full round ass takes my pants off of me and has a peek at my hard, throbbing cock? Now why would I mind THAT?

When my manhood emerged in all its long, thick, hard glory, her eyes twinkled and her entire face lit up in an enormous smile.

Then she frowned. "I am SO mad at my mother right now!"

"Wow! That came out of left field! So, why do you hate your mom?"

"I don't hate her. I'm just mad at her. All my life, she told me she was teaching me everything I would ever need to know about life. Yet she never ONCE told me how very beautiful a naked man can be!"

"You think my nakedness is beautiful?" I was genuinely surprised.

"Yes, of course. Your chiseled chest. Your long, thick, rhythmically pulsating manliness. Beautiful. So very beautiful. But that's not my point. Why didn't mom ever tell me a man could look THIS good?"

"In her defense, she is a very strict, uptight Catholic. Your father's probably the only man she's ever had."

"You know, you're right. I've seen the photos from their wedding day. He was fat and bald even then. Mom never told me because she never knew that a man could look as great as you do!"

"Your flattery will make my head swell," I grinned.

"It's another swelling that I'm interested in right now," she grinned, trying to sound very sexy and raunchy but obviously inexperienced at such sex-banter. "it is SO beautiful! Would you let me touch it?"

"I'll be disappointed if you DON'T!"

With that, she reached out and clumsily bumped her fingers and knuckles against my hard dick. It hurt a little, and I cried out, but it also felt great to have her touching me there, so I also moaned softly in my deep baritone voice. I gently pried her fingers open, and I guided her flat palm to my shaft. I lovingly instructed her on how to wrap her dainty fist around my long shaft, tightly but not painfully so. Under my guidance, she began a slow stroking up and down my thick, pulsating, achingly-hard cock.

She seemed nervous about touching me in just the right way. To help make her feel more at ease about all of this, I slipped two of my fingers into her, and I let my thumb stroke her clit back into throbbing hardness. . She grew more excited, and less nervous, as our wandering hands pleasured each other in mutual masturbation.

As we played with each other, my tongue slid gently, lovingly into her mouth, and her tongue began dancing and swirling around mine. "Mmmmm!" she cooed. "Your tonguie feels so GOOD! I never knew a man's tongue could bring me SUCH pleasure! SUCH enjoyment!"

"There IS another place I could put my tongue," I grinned, "That would make you feel even BETTER!"

"Really?" she gazed wide-eyed at me, moaning softly. "Better than your tongue feels in my mouth right NOW?"

"Oh, much, MUCH better than that!" I laughed.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned. "PLEASE show me!"

"My god," I thought, "the sexiest girl in our college just invited me to be the first man EVER to eat her pussy. Am I the luckiest S.O.B. on earth, or what?" My face began its slow descent along her torso now, kissing and licking on my way down to paradise, journeying on down to the promised land.

I couldn't help admiring Philip's long, hard tube. But I was scared. Tentatively, termerously, I asked him, "it is SO beautiful! Would you let me touch it?"

His reply was better than I had dared to hope: "I'll be disappointed if you DON'T!" And with that he gently, sweetly guided me hand, where and how to touch him. As I began to strolke him and he bgegan to throb in my hand, I felt a tingly thrill from my scalp all the way down to the bottoms of my toes.

To make me less self-concious about what I was doing, how I was touching a man for the first time, he let his fingers explore me. That felt so good, that I relaxed and let myself enjoy fondling his beautiful throbbing manliness.

That's when he slid his tongue into my mouth and began gently, playfully tickling my tongue, the roof of my mouth, the back of my teeth.

"Mmmmm!" I cooed. "Your tonguie feels so GOOD! I never knew a man's tongue could bring me SUCH pleasure! SUCH enjoyment!"

"There IS another place I could put my tongue," he grinned mysteriously, mischievously, "That would make you feel even BETTER!"

I had no idea what he was talking about. But I was DYING to find out!

My first thought, when his tongue touched my lower lips, was that this was unsanitary. His mouth on where I pee. I was so stensed-up with fear! But I had washed, I was clean. So I decided to realx ad let him do whatever he was about to do.

When his tongue licked a slow circle all the way around my pussy lips, I took a sharp intake of breath. "God that feels so GOOD!" I sighed.

"I'm just getting started," he laughed in that sexy deep baritone of his, his voice muffled by my hairy bush against his mouth, and my smooth thighs starting to squeeze his head. I closed my eyes and pictured my thighs squeezing his head utnil it popped like Gallagher smashing a watermelon with a mallet. So I forced myself to relax my tightly-grasping thighs; I was already starting to love this man WAY too much to do such a horrid, painful thing to him.

His tongue slipped and slithered all over my increasingly-moist inner walls. Despite myself, I cried out "Ohhhhhhh!" Then his tongue slid up to the very top of my juicy opening, to where I was all soft and spongy and dewy. I recalled the guy on teh phone telling me that this very sensitive pleasure center is called my "G-spot." But whatever you call it, I didn't care, I just knew that his swirling tongue there felt so damned WONDERFUL! No, I decided, the priests must be wrong, because a just and loving God could not POSSIBLY consider this heavenly experience to be a sin!

And then his tongue started slipping its way back out of me, across the very top of my slit, licking at my throbbing little love button. "Oh, GODDDDDD!" I shouted, twisting and squirming beneath his loving tongue's relentless assualt on my pussy, and not thinking about or caring about my balsphemy now. I raised my butt high off the mattrees, pressing tightly against his mouth, shaking and shivering from head to toe. "Oh, GGGGGOD!" I repeated. "That feels...ANAZING!" And with another tremble, I let a flood of juice escape right into his mouth. He gulped it all down hungrily, eagerly, and his tongue encouragingly coaxed even more of my thick glob from out of my deepest recesses now.

I remembered that silly DeBeers commercial where, when a man gives his wife a diamond anniversary ring, she whispers, "I love this man. I love him, I love him, I love him." Hell, it isn't over a RING that I would fall in love with a man.

But what his tongue was doing to me. Now trhat COULD get me to fall in love with him! In fact, I was now completely head-over-heels in love with him.

"I LOVE this man!" I whispered seductively in his ear. "I love him, I love him, I LOVE him!"

"Show me how MUCH?" he laughed.

"How?" I puzzled. "After what you just did, I would do ANYTHING you want!"

He gently guided my head between his thighs, and directed me exactly how and where to kiss and lick him.

I couldn't help admiring Philip's long, hard tube. But I was scared. Tentatively, termerously, I asked him, "it is SO beautiful! Would you let me touch it?"

His reply was better than I had dared to hope: "I'll be disappointed if you DON'T!" And with that he gently, sweetly guided me hand, where and how to touch him. As I began to strolke him and he bgegan to throb in my hand, I felt a tingly thrill from my scalp all the way down to the bottoms of my toes.

To make me less self-concious about what I was doing, how I was touching a man for the first time, he let his fingers explore me. That felt so good, that I relaxed and let myself enjoy fondling his beautiful throbbing manliness.

That's when he slid his tongue into my mouth and began gently, playfully tickling my tongue, the roof of my mouth, the back of my teeth.

"Mmmmm!" I cooed. "Your tonguie feels so GOOD! I never knew a man's tongue could bring me SUCH pleasure! SUCH enjoyment!"

"There IS another place I could put my tongue," he grinned mysteriously, mischievously, "That would make you feel even BETTER!"

I had no idea what he was talking about. But I was DYING to find out!

My first thought, when his tongue touched my lower lips, was that this was unsanitary. His mouth on where I pee. I was so stensed-up with fear! But I had washed, I was clean. So I decided to realx ad let him do whatever he was about to do.

When his tongue licked a slow circle all the way around my pussy lips, I took a sharp intake of breath. "God that feels so GOOD!" I sighed.

"I'm just getting started," he laughed in that sexy deep baritone of his, his voice muffled by my hairy bush against his mouth, and my smooth thighs starting to squeeze his head. I closed my eyes and pictured my thighs squeezing his head utnil it popped like Gallagher smashing a watermelon with a mallet. So I forced myself to relax my tightly-grasping thighs; I was already starting to love this man WAY too much to do such a horrid, painful thing to him.

His tongue slipped and slithered all over my increasingly-moist inner walls. Despite myself, I cried out "Ohhhhhhh!" Then his tongue slid up to the very top of my juicy opening, to where I was all soft and spongy and dewy. I recalled the guy on teh phone telling me that this very sensitive pleasure center is called my "G-spot." But whatever you call it, I didn't care, I just knew that his swirling tongue there felt so damned WONDERFUL! No, I decided, the priests must be wrong, because a just and loving God could not POSSIBLY consider this heavenly experience to be a sin!

And then his tongue started slipping its way back out of me, across the very top of my slit, licking at my throbbing little love button. "Oh, GODDDDDD!" I shouted, twisting and squirming beneath his loving tongue's relentless assualt on my pussy, and not thinking about or caring about my balsphemy now. I raised my butt high off the mattrees, pressing tightly against his mouth, shaking and shivering from head to toe. "Oh, GGGGGOD!" I repeated. "That feels...ANAZING!" And with another tremble, I let a flood of juice escape right into his mouth. He gulped it all down hungrily, eagerly, and his tongue encouragingly coaxed even more of my thick glob from out of my deepest recesses now.

I remembered that silly DeBeers commercial where, when a man gives his wife a diamond anniversary ring, she whispers, "I love this man. I love him, I love him, I love him." Hell, it isn't over a RING that I would fall in love with a man.

But what his tongue was doing to me. Now trhat COULD get me to fall in love with him! In fact, I was now completely head-over-heels in love with him.

"I LOVE this man!" I whispered seductively in his ear. "I love him, I love him, I LOVE him!"

"Show me how MUCH?" he laughed.

"How?" I puzzled. "After what you just did, I would do ANYTHING you want!"

He gently guided my head between his thighs, and directed me exactly how and where to kiss and lick him.

It felt odd to have to instruct a woman on where and how to touch, kiss, lick.

I had her start at my balls. "You like my kisses there, baby?" she asked so sweetly, so innocently.

After a few dozen kisses and licks on my swollen balls, she observed that my nuts seemed to be mouth-sized. "Would you LIKE to take them into your mouth?" I asked, hesitating about offending her.

"Would you enjoy that?"

"Yes. But my skin is very sensitive there. So be careful with your teeth.

She puckered her lips over her teeth, and sucked first one ball and then the other into her mouth. "Like THIS?" she asked.

"Mmmmm!" I softly moaned. "You're a NATURAL at this, baby!"

"Think they would BOTH fit in my mouth?"

"That sounds great to ME!" I enthused, as to my surprise and delight, her mouth was able to accomodate all of it.

"What NEXT, my love?" her eyes twinkled up at me from between my thighs.

"Lick upward. Like you're eating an ice cream cone."

"But I always start at the TOP of the cone, and lick my way DOWNWARD!"

"That would be OK, too," I grinned, as she tentatively, nervously kissed and licked all over my elmet-shaped cock-head.

"But you know," she puzzled, "When I eat an ice-cream cone, I quickly bite into the cone. I'd hate to hurt you with a bite."

"OK, I can see I'll have to abandon the ice-cream cone analogy. Have you ever licked at a lolipop?"

"All the time until I was about 9 or 10."

How do you lick a lollipop?"

"Hmmmm," she replied, pondering and remembering. "Well, I'd start down at the stick end, and lick upward from there. Then rteurn to the stick and lick upward again."

"Perfect!" I enthused. "Imagine that my balls are the lollipop stick, and my cock is the lollipop itself."

She took a long, slow lick from my balls, up my shaft, and around my cock-head. Then she returned to my balls and repeated her long, slow, slurping lick.

"Like THIS?" she bubbled brightly.

"Yes!" I moaned. "Yes, yes, YES! God, you are a NATURAL at this!"

After about 25 or 230 slow, tururous licks, she paused to ask, "What does cock-sucking mean? I used to hear girls at school talk about it giggle. What is it?"

"Open your mouth. Relax your jaw." I guided helpfully.

"Now bend down over my belly."

She got on her knees beside me on the bed as I lay face-up. She knelt over me.

"Now encircle your fist around the base of my cock, just above my balls."

"Like this?" she did it perfectly, and I responded by pulsing powerfully, frequently.

"Mmmm!" she cooed. "You feel so GOOD in my hand!"

Now hold your head still." I raised my hips and pressed my cock-head against her open mouth.

"Now slip your mouth down over me.

She began to gulp me down as if trying to take me all in in, in one swallow.

"Slowly. Tease me."

She slowly slid her mouth down over me, a fraction of an inch at a time now.

"Mind if I do THIS?" she asked, improvising now, as her tongue began swirling circles around my cock.

"OOOOOOHHHHH!" I groaned.

"I'll take that to mean you ENJOY this!" she laughed.

"I get it!" she brightened. Cock SUCKING. SUCKING!" With that she hollowed her cheeks and sucked more powerfully than a Kirby.

"How's THIS? Am I doing it RIGHT, baby?"

"Oh, GOD, yes!" I moaned. "You are a ntural BORN cock-sucker."

"I guess I am," she gushed happily, her voice muffled by her mouthful of my manhood now. "Because I can't remember ever enjoying ANYTHING this much before!"

I began a slow up and down rocking , in and out of her mouth, as she naturally fell into a rhythm of bobbing her head up and down over MY head...and shaft! "You are a quick LEARNER!" I groaned, desperately fighting to hold off erupting into her sweet, sexy mouth on the word "learner."