May 1984, in a small market town in Wiltshire, I first met Sarah while we were still in 6th form.
Sarah was a country girl with strawberry blonde hair, a rosy complexion, gorgeous green eyes, full lips and a big friendly smile.
Although she seemed totally unaware of it, she had the body of a porn star: a full, firm, plump derrière that wiggled when she walked and big firm breasts with huge nipples that sometimes betrayed her rapidly developing sexuality.
At 19 I was a year older than her. 5’11”, also blonde, I was good looking, skinny and lean and had my share of female admirers. I’d fucked a few girls but always one-night stands. For some reason they never seemed to want to see me again after we’d had sex, but anyway, I didn’t care; I knew Sarah was the one for me.
We started dating – the cinema, drinks with friends or sometimes a trip into Oxford to a restaurant. The evening would end with a long kiss goodnight, my penis rock hard and straining against my jeans as I pushed my bulge against her mound, showing her how much I wanted her.
Sarah made it clear that she was a good girl, not some slag or an easy lay. She wanted to be sure I was Mr Right before ‘going all the way’. That just made me love her even more, my perfect virgin princess, pure and untouched, saving herself for me, perhaps to surrender her virginity on our wedding night.
We both still lived at home, but sometimes we’d get time alone. Then our kissing was even more passionate, and she allowed my hands to explore the ample curves of her body. That amazing bubble butt, always encased in modest but skin-tight cotton mini briefs, and her big juicy tits with nipples like bullets as she became aroused.
My erection was so hard it was painful, and on one hot summer afternoon I stripped off my trousers and briefs to reveal it to her in all its glory.
I’d always been a bit self-conscious of my penis. It was smaller than most, only 4 inches and rather slim, but it did get rock hard and almost vertical when fully erect, and I was sure she’d be impressed.
I’ll never forget Sarah’s face when she saw it for the first time. She seemed almost puzzled, confused. This was long before the internet and the constant barrage of porn that young people see now. She’d never seen an erect penis before, but I could tell from her face that she was expecting more, much more…
Even so, she lay back, and I moved between her thighs, my little willy pressing against her soaking wet panties. I was pushing against her so hard I could feel the thin white cotton yielding to my thrusts, and I was an inch inside her, despite the barrier of the material.
I rocked back onto my knees, pulled off her little panties with an urgent tug and prepared to take her cherry.
But just as I was about to enter her dripping young virgin pussy, she firmly put her hands on my shoulders and said, “No, Paul, I’m not ready for you yet.”
It was all I could do to stop myself. My cock was so swollen and throbbing it felt like a tree trunk between my legs, despite its modest size, and the urge to fuck my perfect princess was almost overwhelming.
With my quivering hard-on poised at her entrance, I stopped, and we kissed again. “Yes, baby, I understand. I will wait for you to be ready for me.” My voice was low and thick with lust.
Then she did something that amazed me. She softly whispered in my ear, “Your tiny cock will have to wait, but for now you can eat my pussy.”
I’d never heard Sarah swear and certainly never heard her use words like ‘cock’ or ‘pussy’. A whole range of emotions rushed through me – disbelief, lust, amazement. I simply couldn’t believe my demure and modest sweetheart had sounded like a total nympho.
Still in a trance, I moved down her body, and as she opened her legs wide for me, spreading those smooth firm thighs in a wanton way that shocked me, my face was an inch away from her 18-year-old untouched pussy for the very first time.
I could hardly believe my eyes. She was totally bare! This was long before it was commonplace for girls to shave their pubic hair, and it was the sort of thing I’d only seen in glimpses of porn mags.
Her shaven haven was literally dripping wet. Her juices were running down from her wet cunt into the puckered perfection of her anus.
The scent of her was intoxicating. A tang of hot flesh mixed with a sweetness. I took a moment to drink in the perfume of her wet young pussy. Her back arched and her hips thrust upward, urgently demanding my tongue, and I couldn’t wait much longer.
I lowered my lips onto hers and kissed her pussy with the same loving passion that I kissed her mouth. Gentle pressure at first, then gradually getting firmer. My tongue just touched her at first, then circled the entrance to her tight little tunnel before pushing all the way in, prompting her to cry out in pleasure as my tongue probed deeply into her molten honey hole.
I savoured the taste of her, champagne mixed with peaches and cream. The sweetness of youth, the flavour of unbridled sexual arousal; my heart and mind – my very soul – were overwhelmed by passion and joy.
I pulled back for a moment to take in her beauty. Brazenly bare, glistening wet, dripping, her lips now curled back to reveal the bright pink button of her clitoris. As big as a bean and engorged with lust, it was almost like my own swollen glans. I looked up at her, my sweet innocent babygirl, and to my astonishment, she was looking back down at me with a look of shameless lust, her fingers twisting and pulling at her nipples, and she said simply, “Eat me, Paul; make me cum.”
My thoughts were racing – what had got into Sarah? She seemed to have transferred into a wanton slut! I was taken aback but at the same time incredibly horny. My erection was now leaking pre-cum and my orgasm was building deep in my perineum as my penis rubbed against the bed sheets as I writhed my groin against the bed.
Still looking deep into her eyes, my tongue flicked over her massive clit. It was rock hard and red hot, and I felt her whole body jolt with pleasure as I slowly started to worship her. Although I’d never gone down on a girl before, I seemed to instinctively know how to please my princess. Slow circles around her love button and then harder, quicker licks right on it. The occasional pause to re-enter her honey hole to drink in more juice before returning my attention to her clit.
Soon her body was tensing, and she was crying out words I never thought I’d ever hear her say.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes, you bitchboi, eat that cunt and make me cum.” With a final dominant move, she grabbed my head and pushed herself into me as her body bucked in orgasm and a hot stream of her cum juice squirted like a fountain into my face as I eagerly, obediently swallowed all I could.
My mouth stayed locked to her pussy for a moment until I was sure she was completely sated. Then I sprang to my feet to show her my erection, painfully swollen, curving upwards, wet with pre-cum.
Now my sweet baby had revealed herself as a sex-mad vixen, I felt sure that she’d take me in her mouth and return the favour of an oral orgasm.
But instead she looked at it with what seemed like a mixture of disgust and disdain and said, “Oh my God, Paul, put that baby prawn away; my parents will be home soon.”
And with that she pulled up her knickers and went to the bathroom, leaving me alone and wilting.
As we kissed goodbye a short while later, I whispered to her, “Wow Sarah, that was incredibly horny. I really loved eating your sweet young pussy.”
But instead of giggling or returning my dirty talk, she said, “Don’t be crude, Paul; you know I don’t like that kind of language.”
Confused and frustrated, I made my way home. That night as I lay on my back in bed, I replayed it all in detail. My cock was rock hard again, and I knew I had to release, stroking it slowly between my thumb and 2 fingers as I remembered the beauty of her pussy and that heavenly taste, but just as I was about to cum, I also remembered the other things, the unthinkable words that seemed impossible; had she really called me her ‘bitch-boi’, and could she have really referred to my rock-hard erection as “that tiny thing” and a “baby prawn”?
And it was those dark memories and a sudden feeling of dread that took over as my rapidly softening penis dribbled a few thin drops of semen onto my pubic hair.
