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I blushed.

Then things got worse. He was kneeling between my legs, much like I was when I blew him. He leaned forward and kissed my pussy.

Then it got worse; he kissed my pussy with his tongue.

Sure, when my girlfriends and I watched those porn movies, there was pussy eating. We thought it was some kind of trick photography. One time, Annemarie was disgusted watching some actor eating pussy. She went into the bathroom and came out holding a bloody pad. It must have been when she was having one of her heavy flow days. "No boy's going to lick my pussy if he sees what comes out of there."

We laughed, but we all nodded in agreement. "EEEEEEEEWWW"

But now, here was Mr. Marin and I wasn't having my period. He went on and on and although, like I said, my pussy leaked when I was blowing him, I never had feelings like I was having now.

When Harlan fingered me, I didn't have these kinds of feelings. I didn't masturbate, so I never had those kinds of feelings.

My girlfriends and I unanimously agreed that the orgasms those female porn actresses exhibited were just that: an act.

I assure you I wasn't acting. I wasn't acting when Mr. Marin's tongue gently probed my clitoris and I spasmed. By that I mean, I moved my ass, hips and legs uncontrollably. I moaned loudly. My hands reached out and held his head between my legs. Much like he did when he came in my mouth. "OOOOOOH, MR. MARIN."

"Darlene, your pussy is lovely and so sweet. Thank you."

"Please Mr. Marin, do that again, Make me feel like that again."

He did, oh my, he did. My pussy was gushing; it was embarrassing, but Mr. Marin's tongue licked up those juices like an ice cream cone. "Please Mr. Marin fuck me. I'm so ready. You have my pussy so ready."

"I'll be gentle and go slow. You have to tell me if I'm hurting you."

It didn't hurt; nothing hurt. I was so high from his tongue and my pussy was so slick. That long fat cock slid right in. My eyes were popping out of my head. Except for his tongue nothing felt so good.

Well, except for blowing him. Nothing beat sucking his cock. I looked forward to that moment I felt that itch go away.

Like when his tongue was doing my clitoris, my hips, ass, legs all move involuntarily. "Like that, Darlene, move that ass, show my cock your pussy is just as good as your mouth."

Purposely, I moved my ass faster; kind of like I bobbed up and down on his cock when I knew he was close.

"Oh yeah, Darlene, you're already a good fuck. I'm looking forward to when you learn how."

Saturday morning, I started Mr. Marin's day off by sucking his cock. It was the first time I'd slept with him; slept with anyone. It was such a treat to wake up to his cock. "Darlene, why don't you get on top of me and we'll fuck like that?"

I wasn't sure what to do, but with Mr. Marin's guidance, I was kneeling above him and guiding his cock inside my pussy. With each inch my pussy was stretched, and my eyes, like last night, were popping out of my head, again.

Once Mr. Marin's cock was in as far as it was going to go, he held my hips and rocked me back and forth. "Bounce, Darlene, bounce."

I did, and like I said, except for sucking Mr. Marin's cock, nothing ever felt so good. "Oooooooooh, ooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooh," I cried. "Ooooooooooh, oooooooooh, Mr. Marin, your cock, ooh your cock feels so good."

I put my hands over my head and moved like I was dancing. Mr. Marin had unobstructed access to my tits.

Although, from the first time, I'd always made them available to him, he'd never spent much time with them. Of course, as soon as we got inside his house, my mouth was like a magnet for his cock. I never gave him much of a chance.

Now, my 36CCs were right there for him. Mr. Marin didn't ignore them this time. "Darlene, they're spectacular. I should have enjoyed them more."

I leaned forward and rubbed them in his face. I giggled; he found a nipple to suck.

It was Saturday afternoon before he was ready for more.

As you know, I would have gladly given him a blowjob. I mean, knowing he'd already cum twice: once last night and once this morning, I was certain that Mr. Marin would take a long time to cum this afternoon. That meant I could suck and suck. Just like I liked it, and the itch in my mouth would get some relief.

It didn't work out that way. "Darlene, more than anything I'd like a taste of your pussy again."

I wasn't disappointed that I didn't get to blow him. I have to say getting my pussy eaten, and for only the second time was amazing.

Mr. Marin was almost as much of a glutton for my pussy as I was a glutton for his cock. I wondered if he had an itch in his mouth for pussy.

I begged for him to fuck me after the things his tongue did to me. He got on top of me; that long fat cock slowly penetrated my more than willing wet pussy.

Shortly after we finished, "Mr. Marin, I hope you don't mind."

I called my mother. "Mom, the girls and I are going to stay over another night."

"Darlene, I don't like you deceiving me. I know what you're doing, I just hope you're taking precautions and don't get pregnant."

I blushed. "Mom, I'll see you tomorrow." The truth was that I'd gone to the clinic in town when I turned eighteen and got a prescription for the pill. My mom never knew. That was when I first decided to let Harlan feel me up. I knew it wouldn't be long after that.

As the sunset, "Darlene, I'm not sure what that phone call was about, but you seem a little upset. Let me help you relax."

That started one of the greatest nights of my life. Mr. Marin ate and ate. I had orgasms that I didn't think possible. I was more animated than any of those porn actresses. I wasn't acting.

Although my pussy begged for his cock, my brain insisted on a blowjob. My mouth itched for his cock. I sucked that long fat cock deep into the night. Nothing could be better.

The next morning, we fucked again with me on top and Mr. Marin enjoying not just my pussy but my tits, too.

I cried all the way home. I didn't expect to see Mr. Marin again until Thanksgiving. I was so distraught, I couldn't even celebrate the loss of my virginity, although I did smile through my tears as I thought about his cock.

TO BE CONTINUED

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