My name is Heather, and my first sexual experience with another person was with my mom’s younger sister, Sarah. We lived up north and Sarah came to stay with us after her and my grandmother had a big fight. Since mom and I lived alone in a two bed room apartment the only place that she could sleep was with me. Of course I had the larger of the bed rooms.
During a severe blizzard, it was all the furnace in our house could do to keep up with the cold. Sarah and I shared a large bedroom upstairs. She was already in bed, and I was moving as fast as I could to keep warm as I put on my T-shirt. Over-sized football T-shirts and panties were what we slept in. Just as I was about to climb in my bed, Sarah said to get in with her first and she would warm me up.
I turned out the lights and scrambled under the blankets. Sarah rapped her arms around me and rubbed my back and legs. She said my hands felt like ice cubes and told me to put them between her legs where she could warm them. She squeezed them as she vigorously rubbed me all over. Soon I realized she was pressing her crotch against my hands. This was definitely warming me up fast. Her right hand moved down my back and around my ass, her fingers tracing the inside of my crack, pressing my panties into it.
With our bodies intertwined and the blankets over our heads, I quickly forgot about the blizzard outside. As Sarah continued to push against my hands, I realized her crotch was getting wet; not from sweat, but from the same sticky flow that covered my fingers when I masturbated. She moved in a slow steady rhythm, squeezing my hands tight. I could feel her breath on my face, and in the dark our
lips touched. The tip of her tongue moved across my lips gently pushing them apart. At the same time, her hand was between my legs and her finger worked its way under the edge of my panties. My heart pounded, unsure what was happening but not wanting her to stop.
Sarah's tongue was like a feather brushing across my lips. I opened my mouth and she explored the warmth inside. Then her finger found my slit. This was the first time anyone had ever touched me there, and it sent a shudder through my body. I opened my legs and she slid her finger inside me. I thought I would faint as a wave of excitement swept over me. Suddenly, my hand was inside her panties feeling her soft hair, my fingers searching. I was eagerly returning her kisses now, our tongues moving in and out, sharing the heat of our mouths.
I found her clitoris, and as I touched it, she quivered and moaned, spreading her legs for me. My body was wet with sweat, my crotch soaked. I had smelled my own arousal many times when I fingered myself, but now there was something new: Sarah's scent drifted up to me. Knowing I made her wet left me dizzy with excitement.
We were both breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies wound together like a knot. We climaxed at the same time, fighting to keep from crying out and awakening my parents. As I tried to catch my breath, I brought my hand to my face. It was covered with Sarah's juice, and I touched it to my lips, tasting another girl for the first time. It was the most intimate, sensual feeling I had ever experienced. I was light-headed, scared that it was only a dream. Tasting her was intoxicating, and I craved her soft moans in my ears again. What a delicious secret: my cousin who slept in the same room with me had the power to take me to heaven, and I her. Rapture washed over me as I thought of all the possibilities. But the best was yet to come.
Each night, we would wait until we were sure everyone in the house was asleep. Then, as the wind howled outside, we would be under the covers, touching and kissing. Sometimes, Sarah would awaken in the middle of the night, shed her panties, and tiptoe across the room to my bed. While I slept, she would slip under the covers, her hands finding the warmth between my legs. Her tongue would move across my nipples making them hard, and I would wake up with her fingers
already inside me, her mouth on mine. The next morning, I would wonder if it had really happened or had it just been a delicious dream.
One night as we made love, Sarah took her finger out of me and slid it into her own wet vagina. Then she touched it to my lips so I could taste us both. She kissed me and whispered that she wanted to try something new. I asked what she meant, and she said she saw it in a magazine-I'd learn soon enough. Sarah liked to suck on my nipples while she fingered me, but this time she didn't stop at my breasts. She moved her mouth down my stomach and let the tip of her tongue explore my navel sending shock waves through me. Then she moved down further, licking my soft hair like a mother cat. I was already soaked and swollen from our foreplay; my clitoris was hard and exposed. When her tongue touched it, I saw stars.
She moved around so she could lie between my legs and I quickly wrapped them around her head to hold her there. I pinched my nipples while Sarah's tongue went inside me for the first time. As she sucked on my clitoris, she inserted a finger, then two, then three, driving me to the edge of orgasm. I couldn't wait to lick her.
I climaxed as I rocked back and forth, and she reached up and squeezed my nipples sending me deeper into ecstasy. Then she got on her hands and knees, crawled up and kissed me hard, her mouth wet with the taste of my girl-cum. She let me kiss and licked it off her mouth and cheeks. Next, she swung her leg over me and moved her ass toward my face until it was only inches away. Then she lowered her
head and ate me with a renewed hunger. I reached up and pulled her to me, her scent filled my nostrils. My heart raced as I kissed and licked her. This was beyond my wildest dreams. Tasting and smelling her at the same time made my head spin. My tongue slipped inside, and her wet sex flowed out. I caressed her ass and legs, reaching under to hold her breasts and squeeze her nipples. Then I spread her
open with my fingers and sank my tongue deep inside.
We must have climaxed a dozen times together that night as I realized that I
couldn't get enough of Sarah; I wanted to make love to her forever. Sarah's mother came for her a few months later. The night before she left, we held each other and cried. I couldn't believe my sweet Sarah would soon be gone. I wanted to kill myself but she said that would mean we would never be together again. On the day she moved away, she gave me a small box and said to smell what was inside
whenever I missed her. Sarah had a special perfume that I loved and I thought that might be what was in the box. But that night when I was alone, I opened it to find a pair of her panties. Holding them to my nose, I realized Sarah had fingered herself through the material soaking them with a seductive reminder of my lover's arousal.
I kept her panties under my pillow and would breathe in her fragrance each night while I masturbated.
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