The First Time Ever I saw your lips………

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The First Time Ever I saw your lips………I will never forget this girl. It was admittedly quite a long time ago now; getting on for 20 years. But there are events in your life, particularly your sex life, that are imprinted on your brain and keep coming back into your mind. Sometimes when they shouldn’t!She simply had the most perfect vulva. This is not a word many people use, although it is the correct word anatomically. Cunt to most people, and that is correct too, but it is not a nice word. Not only is it ugly with an ugly sound to it but it has a double meaning when we use it as a derogatory insult for someone we consider stupid and of no value. When we try to find a correct acceptable word, most people use the word vagina. But the vagina is just the passage that that links the vulva to the womb. You never really see it. You feel it around your dick when you stick it inside. You can feel it when you stick your fingers inside. What you really feel and see when you experience female genitalia is, yes, the vulva. And Susan had the best ever!We had both just finished at sixth form college that June and were not going to be able to do much until our exam results came out in August. Up to that time we had not been particularly close friends but we had been studying the same subjects so had been thrown together quite a lot when we worked on collaborative projects. We had both been brought up in the same small town, me since birth as my parents both worked locally, she since the age of 13 when her parents moved there with Susan and her younger brother. At 13 she seemed plain, with a full round face, brown hair and eyes, and a quiet and reserved disposition. But even then, I noticed her mouth, well-formed lips that seemed to quiver a bit when she spoke and appeared to keep on moving a bit after she had finished talking. Her eyes seemed to hold their gaze a little longer than they should, as if she was expecting something. Of course, I was 13 too and interested in anything female, so kept my interest on all the girls. Susan did feature at all in my thoughts or fantasies as we both got older.Now we were 18 we were both different and somewhat more mature, physically anyway. I had not had proper sex until I was 17 when my parents finally agreed I could join the odd mixed sleepover or two. They realised it would harm my social life if I didn’t but there was a strongly stated understanding there to be no sexual liaising. I promised of course, but the normal flesh and blood and hormones I possessed did not allow me to keep my promises, and neither did it for anyone else of course, although what happened on those occasions was still a long way from being an orgy.I did not realise at the time, but looking back now I am quite clear that my sexual interest was most focused on what was between the female legs. You are probably saying that’s quite normal, what are you going on about? Well of course I know we all want to get down there and get the old dick inside, but what about appearance, form, texture, proportion, position? These things vary so much from woman to woman. Do we not have a view? An opinion? A judgement even! Some think breasts are most important, others think buttocks are more important. I thought the vulva was most important, but I had no idea why and still don’t to this day, but that is the way it is.With relatively limited experience I had discovered a few useful things when trying to get girls to have sex, which seemed the main objective for most of us young men. I suppose I was fairly good looking and well-liked by my peers although inside myself I did not feel that way. I felt a bit reluctant sometimes to press ahead with a girl and go for it directly and felt more at ease talking about it. I know now that that approach is more likely to succeed with women, but at that time, at that age, and in those circumstances, you were more likely to get laid by focusing on those young women who just wanted to get laid too! I had discovered that breasts were the key to getting into knickers. I had also learned to take it slowly; actually very difficult when your great big stonking hard-on is pushing its way through your trousers. My strategy to cope with this came accidentally. I mean that literally, I came accidentally and unintentionally in my pants and I thought I had ruined everything. Not so! Provided I was still working on her, and she was receptive to my caresses or whatever I was doing, my dick would rise up again within 5 minutes and be ready again, but this time with less urgency. So on the next occasion, I found myself lying next to a young lady, easing a hand towards or on a breast and gently kissing her while my other hand was down near my crotch outside my trousers squeezing the head of my cock between finger and thumb gently so she was not aware. Having a long foreskin meant this was quite a comfortable thing to do and the ultra-sensitive head was always inside the skin. This can be quite uncomfortable if the head sticks through the foreskin and rubs on your clothes. For me it also meant my cum would slowly leak out and be soaked up by my underpants rather than a great load showing as a wet patch on my trousers!Have you noticed that a woman with thin mouth lips also usually has thin poorly developed outer pussy lips? There are of course two lots of alsancak escort pussy lips, the outer ones with the hair on the outside and like the inside of your cheek on the inner side. Then there are the inner ones that vary wildly from woman to woman and are closer in than the outer ones (obviously). The inner lips can be almost non-existent, large and smooth, large and wrinkled like a prune, pink or almost black in colour, even if normal skin is white. Then there is the angle too. Some really seem at the front so most of the features can be seen from the front, while others are really tucked underneath, almost pointing backwards, so you see nothing from the front. Some have a prominent pubic mound slightly above, where most of the hair is, some have hardly any noticeable mound at all. Then there is the clitoris which is itself never normally visible. The characteristics of that important organ are only discovered by touch or very close inspection. I used to play a game with myself trying to guess in advance what kind of vulva I would discover. The details of that are for another day, because this story is about Susan with the very best.Most of my friends had gone off travelling or holidaying before the exam results came out and big decisions had to be taken. There was no spare money in my family at the time so there was no choice for me but to hang out at home and look for casual employment to provide a bit of cash. I was on the bus to town one day to look for work in shops when Susan got on the same bus. I thought I would pick her brain about whether she knew of any jobs, not expecting her know anything. She laughed and said not, but said her neighbours had two big dogs that needed exercising twice a day and were looking for somebody to do this when they were away the next week.“Do you think there is any money in it?” I asked.“Probably,” she said, “I think they are a bit desperate. They will have to put then in kennels otherwise, and that’s expensive.”One phone call sorted it. So I became a dog walker that weekend. What Susan did not say was that her parents were going on holiday with the next door couple too, to Iceland as it happened. Needless to say, I immediately saw Susan as a love opportunity. One morning after walking the dogs and clearing their pen, I spotted Susan in the garden.“Do you want to come with me when I walk the dogs this evening?” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.“OK,” she replied, and she was there when I turned up.We walked quickly for almost an hour, dragged along mainly by the dogs. They were hard work and there was no chance to have any proper conversation. After we had put them back in their pen for the night and fed them we wandered into her garden before saying goodbye.“Same tomorrow?” I suggested.“Yes, we should we chat about universities tomorrow after doing the dogs?” I ventured, trying to think of a way to be together.“OK,” she said. “I can put on some of my music. You might like it.” Her big brown eyes fixed on me for a moment keenly. Then she looked down. “See you then” she said and walked off with a distinct lightness of step I thought.It happened as I had hoped. We walked back to her place and she put her music on. She was obsessed with Kate Bush. I quite liked Kate Bush too so I really got into it. We exchanged a few words about university but soon ran out of anything to say. We sat together on the sofa.“Have you get any wine?” I said, cheekily. She hesitated, went to the kitchen and came back with half a bottle of white.“I found this in the fridge,” she said. “They won’t miss it.” She poured it out into two glasses and we started to sip it. We didn’t say much until the glasses were nearly empty and I was feeling more relaxed but disappointed nothing much seemed likely to happen. Then she suddenly spoke.“Do you like me?”Taken aback, I blurted out “Yes of course. Sure I like you.”She looked straight at me, her eyes fixed on me and her big full lips quivered a little before she spoke.“I am a bit worried about going away to university. I have never had a proper boyfriend. I have never had sex and I know I am going to expected to behave in a way I am not familiar with although I know it’s going to be exciting and I am really looking forward to it.” She hesitated before continuing. “I am not on the pill yet and I don’t trust other methods so I musn’t have proper sex………………” She had looked away saying this but suddenly hit me with those big brown eyes again. “I wondered if we could just do something that didn’t go that far.”I felt sorry for her but I couldn’t believe my luck either. My overwhelming urge was to hug her and kiss her but that I knew would be taken the wrong way. She would assume that I probably wanted full sex and would withdraw from the whole thing. I was thinking fast and truly wanted to fulfil her wishes. I respected her honesty and frankness which deserved a kind and respectful response, albeit knowing it would give me great pleasure. I was not sure how much pleasure she thought she would get out of it. She made it sound like a bit of a chore.“I think just touching would be best,” I said, finishing the wine in my glass.“Yes” she said and quickly swallowed the rest of hers.She smiled and opened her eyes wide for a moment. I gave her a bit of a mischievous grin but quickly escort alsancak looked serious again.“I think I had better have a pee,” she said and went off.By the time she returned I had had enough time to adjust my stiffening dick into a vertical less obvious bulge inside my pants. I mentally told it to settle down because it was not going to have a great time. The was about her, not my dick, I told myself.She came back and sat next to me on my right side. It was early evening and the sunlight on that warm summer day was still bright and filled the room. Everything was clean and quiet and cosy. She sat next to me close, so that much of her body was touching mine. I was hesitant. She grabbed my right hand and held it firmly while laying her head on my right shoulder.“Where do you want to start?” she said. Then, “Do what you do with other girls, but no shagging, I am a virgin and I want to stay that way. Keep your dick in your pants.”Susan was clearly no innocent and knew all about what goes on I thought, she just has not experienced anything much. Brave girl l thought, and assertive with it. I like it. She sets the boundaries so I know where I stand. Girls like Susan are quite different today. Nowadays with all the porn on the internet I don’t think there is anyone who is unfamiliar with how people have sex, but this was way it was before. I slowly leaned towards her and even more slowly moved my hand towards her right breast over her blouse. I still felt I had to be careful. This was new territory for both of us. She could change her mind at any moment and then where would I be?“Are you quite sure you want me to make love to you like this?” I said.“Don’t worry it’s fine,” she replied, “Just remember what I said before about how far you can go.” She moved towards me and her breast pressed against my cupping hand. She wiggled it slightly and I sensed a firm nipple just beneath that was giving her pleasure as she moved. She raised her head a bit so her lips met mine. What lips! Soft and sensuous and moving, moving, moving all the time. Her right hand was now moving to her blouse where she was gradually and deftly undoing all the buttons. The blouse fell open and my hand went inside over her bra, still gently rubbing round the tip. Her breasts were full and firm and only needed a bra to hide the detail of her nipples, not for support. Now she was moving a bit more, enjoying the sensation from that right nipple. Her right arm come into action again and at the same time as kissing me she grabbed the front of her bra and jerked it upwards over both breasts and out of the way. My hand went back to the right breast, so firm, so eagerly rubbed against my hand whose thumb was gently stimulating the side of that firm nipple. As I was doing that her thighs started to move a little side to side, ever so subtly, but telling me she was getting that special sensation around her clit that felt even better and less urgent if she moved slightly backwards and forwards.I was now sure I was going to get to explore down below. Nipples are the key to getting into knickers I had already discovered. I wondered if she had ever had a nipple sucked. I was sure she wanted it. I gently disengaged our lips and bent my head down a bit at the same time as easing her towards the back of the sofa so she could relax against it. She immediately knew my intention as she lay back and lifted her chest so my mouth could easily find that right nipple. I took it straight into my mouth and she gave a little squeaky gasp as it went in and her buttocks rose momentarily. Sucking and playing my tongue on that nipple enabled be got get my breath after her passionate kissing. It was a lovely nipple. My tongue could feel the contours as it worked its way back and forth and the tip felt like a very fine velvet with a faint pleasant taste of something different. I stayed doing this for about a minute and she had closed her eyes now and her mouth was slightly open. Her hips were moving ever so slightly but constantly to the sensation that was radiating from somewhere between her thighs out into the rest of her body and especially into her head. I took my mouth off her right breast and replaced it with my right hand again while keeping my lips close to her chest and moving slowly towards the left breast. That delicious peak was soon in my mouth and I tweaked the right nipple at the same time. Another slight gasp and her mouth stayed a bit more open. Her face was almost expressionless as she was lost in the pleasure sensations. Her hips moved up again involuntarily at the pleasure burst between her thighs which were now slightly open but still covered by her knee length skirt.Still working on her left nipple with my mouth I slowly moved my hand down toward her right knee so she knew my intention. Before my hand arrived, she had reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt to expose most of her thighs. My hand stopped just above her right knee and slowly made its way up her inner thigh until my wrist stopped against her crotch. Still sucking her nipple, I caressed both upper inner thighs as best I could and I became aware that I was getting a different sensation from my dick I could not quite make out. Rubbing her thighs had an immediate effect on her. She started thrusting her alsancak escort bayan crotch against my wrist. I could feel a big softness on the wrist and at the same time a hardness from her pubic bone. Before I could work out what to do next she had both hands down there, buttocks quickly lifted, legs in the air, and she had pulled her knickers down to her ankles and was lying back again. My mouth was suddenly wrenched from her breast by this sudden manoeuvre. Her lower half was completely exposed. She grabbed my right hand that had been on her thighs and with eyes closed and mouth open was rubbing it up and down her vulva. My first sensation was of a patch of stickiness bigger than my wrist that felt hot and as soft as satin. As she moved my wrist up and down the wetness and area of slipperiness increased as her lubrication that had built up inside those big lips was released and spread over her unshaven outer lips. Slurpy noises developed as my wrist pressed her inner lips against her outer lips and then sprang back again. The movement was partly her hip movement and partly her arm moving my wrist. I was overwhelmed by her commitment to her pleasure with such dedication. Then I realised why my dick was different. I had lost all sensation in it and it was limp. The excitement getting to her magnificent cunt had been too much and I had ejaculated without feeling a thing!Susan’s eyes were closed as she continued to move my wrist up and down according to her own rhythm needs. I couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful genitals. Not only did she have big outer lips but big inner lips too. Inner lips can be ugly. Hers were beautifully formed, with width but smooth and evenly contoured right from the tip of her clitoris hood to the back. All now slippery and shiny and red and feeding her the sensations that were giving her the obvious ecstasy.“Put a finger inside,” she mouthed. I could only use my right index finger in that position, so I put it in. It felt a bit tight and uneven, not like her succulent lips. As soon as my finger was in, her right hand went down to her clitoris and she started to massage it with the same rhythm she had made my wrist go at, quite fast and tiring so I was glad to have stopped. I moved my finger in and out of her vagina a bit, pressing on where her G spot should be and used my thumb to stimulate the back ends of her big outer lips, open like a big red flower. The tail ends of her inner lips reached back that far too, where they shrank and joined together almost hiding the vaginal entrance, so I could stimulate all together. My finger must have succeeded finding her G spot, as the way she moved indicated that was an important pleasure area. She was vibrating her middle finger over her clitoris which seemed as thick as a pencil as it wobbled about under her finger over her pubic bone. She was stimulating the tip mostly indirectly through the hood but every now and again she would use her other hand to tense the skin over her pubes towards her belly, causing the hood to retract along with the inner lips so the shiny purple head of the clitoris stood out and she could rub it directly, but it only needed a few strokes that way before the sensation must have been too intense and she went back to indirect stimulation. We were both getting tired and hot and the wet engorgement was getting noisier and quite suddenly the orgasm came. She curled forward and stopped moving, eyes shut, mouth wide open. I stopped too but kept my finger in. She stayed like that for about 30 seconds slowly rocking all tensed up and quite silent. She then relaxed back and opened her eyes. She pulled my hand away and pulled down her skirt and covered her bare chest with her blouse.“Wow,” she said very quietly. She was perfectly still for a full minute. She opened her eyes eventually and whispered “Wow, I had better get dressed.” Off she went to the bedroom. When she came back she was smiling. “You were very kind,“ she said, “I hope you are not too tired.”“No,” I said. “Are you OK?”“Yes, I’m OK,” she replied.I never saw much of her after that. If we met she was friendly but there was never any reference to our liaison. She is now probably married to a very lucky man. Every time I think of her I can only see those beautiful lips, full, symmetrical, smooth, burying big smooth inner lips and a fine clitoris within its own hood. I have learnt that women are largely unaware of the big differences there can be between each other’s genitals. They are out of sight from each other so how could they know? Men know, and some find it fascinating. I do. Poor Susan. She had no idea how well-endowed she was and nobody will ever tell her. She probably thinks all women are like her. No way!I still wonder what that episode was all about. I still cannot work it out. Maybe a woman can tell me. I have never dared ask one. It may have been to see how a more worldly-wise man reacted to her behaviour when sexually aroused. She was obviously familiar with a sexual experience like that but probably only through masturbation. She knew exactly how to get the best out of her body and was not embarrassed by it. Perhaps she expected something quite different to happen. I can never know. Perhaps she wanted to explore my body and reactions but was overwhelmed by her own. Perhaps she just wanted to drive me wild with desire and watch my frustration sadistically. I cannot quite fathom it out. Perhaps I am wrong and she did appreciate her assets and wanted to impress somebody. But if so why me? The mystery just will not go away. Neither will the memory of that magnificent vulva.

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