PSG

Kissing her breasts full-on was most assuredly kicking off the lesson nicely. Katie was wriggling already and anything but minding when I placed my hands upon her breasts and squeezed both gently. Even through her top and bra I could feel her nipples hardening up delightfully. Just how good is this female arousal software?

"May I?" I asked, gesturing towards the upper buttons of her top. That brought a flush of red to both cheeks but she nodded - quite confidently I noted. I was feeling rather confident too if the truth be known, and in just a few seconds that frilly little light blue bra was exposed in all its finery, together with the prized contents of which Katie could be justifiably proud. Kissing her breasts now through such wafer-thin a protective cover, was most definitely warming the room up. I nuzzled her cleavage which brought forth a few sighs and a few wriggles. I won't even begin to discuss the physical changes taking place my side of the bed.

Showing perhaps undeniable forward-thinking, the bra was one of those cute little front-loaders. The sighs I was hearing moved up to embryonic moans as I flipped open that simple clasp, revealing her breasts in all their teenage beauty. As I have mentioned many times, it matters not, what one has done or experienced with other girls in the past. Every new experience is a moment to savor, every newly revealed breast - a treasure in its own right. In Katie's case - such exposure was a privilege in the extreme and as I bent to kiss her nipples, I heard her gasp with a mixture of girlish innocence and anticipated pleasure.

If we had never done anything else it would have been enough. She encouraged me however to kiss both breasts, fondle them, even manipulate her nipples until she was wriggling in what I suppose was some sort of pagan delight! To be honest, it was outrageously sexy!

Now the problem is when you start acting sexy - you want to get sexier. Try and imagine my predicament. Sitting on a bed in downtown Colorado with an eighteen-year old sex goddess stripped to her waist and hotter than a fresh chilli-burger. Clad only in a skirt and squirming about like nobody's business - how many variables you figure would come to your mind?

It got serious when I began to propel her hemline northwards, almost catatonic myself from the contact with those soft yet volcanically hot young thighs. That very first hint of her blue cotton panties spiked my plans to keep this instructive rather than procreative - I had to see more. Swiftly exposing her undies to the max, I could well understand her gasps of probable embarrassment. Her hands instinctively taking up their defense positions, I softly took one wrist and guided the hand to her breast as I leaned forward and kissed her flush on the pussy. She reacted as if electrocuted, but there was no denying those legs had parted marginally.

Her expression was one now of urgency as much as anxiety. I kissed her there again - deliberately longer this time, aware that my lips were indenting the soft material the length of her still hidden labia. Katie's eyes betrayed her need to learn, recognition of her own imminent destiny and her willingness to submit. I had no need to seek further permission! I think we both subconsciously knew that long before I even touched down in Denver.

Momentary un-ease flitted across her face as I slowly pulled her panties down - taking care to maintain eye contact with her and not to denigrate the situation by staring at her naked pussy. That was something we could both look at together. I think she sensed my respect and smiled at me. Unhooking her skirt, it too joined the heap of clothes on the floor and she lay there now as naked as ever she had been I imagine - in polite company at least!

When a young girl finds herself undressed in front of a man for the first time - especially one older than her father - she understandably questions her own judgement. It is a huge risk and in the situation here, doubly so - having met me but a few hours earlier. Setting her at ease became paramount.

It being vitally important to get a girl used to both touch and being naked, the quickest way to achieve this is by kissing her. For one thing it serves as a majorly enjoyable distraction to the vulnerability of the situation. Thus, by the time I had kissed her breasts again, sucked those wonderfully erect little nipples and then worked my way down to her belly - I don't think she was feeling too squirrelly. It was an inconsequential challenge let's say, to get those legs spread. Not shaven but neatly trimmed, Katie presented as desirable a female repository as any thus released onto the world market.

To quote Pink, I thought I would "get the party started" by gently inserting a finger where I figured it might get a positive reaction.

If you can call "lifting her off the bed" positive....then I was definitely on the right track. You can imagine what success I was to experience with two fingers.

"When a young girl starts moaning in earnest as well as cupping her own breasts in near ecstasy - you know you're doing something right. Katie was losing her inhibitions by the minute and between barely comprehensible snatches of dialog such as, "Ohhh, keep doing that," and "Yesss.....God that feels soo good!" she thrashed around on her back in a state of complete nirvana. I thought I might apply a little emotional torture.

Pulling out my finger, which itself brought on a gasp of "Ooooh, please don't stop," I had her flipped over onto her tummy before she knew what was happening. No position is more vulnerable for a naked girl - few are more visually appealing either, for obvious reasons. Raising her hands above her head, I simply leaned forward and kissed her right cheek at the very base of her spine. Concurrently I allowed my hands to ease their way beneath her upper chest, where I cupped both her wonderfully hot breasts...squeezing them softly as I continued to kiss her bottom. The wriggling quadrupled in intensity and as I widened the area of lip contact to include a zone bounded by her hips to her upper thighs - on both sides, Katie was taken to new heights of pleasure. I don't think she was even aware of the indecent spread now of those young legs.

Slipping a finger back inside her pussy - for such an act seemed called for - I discovered the full extent of her own arousal. It was definitely a case of "And now, the lesson for today....."

Lying on your tummy is actually a most accommodating position for a young girl to dispense with her virginity. Besides offering a degree of comfort, it actually provides good vaginal access...well, so long as she keeps her legs spread!

Having extricated my highly patient erection by dexterous one-handed fumbling within my zipper, whilst with my right hand I was not only applying teasing pressure to Katie's clitoral hood but attempting to part her vaginal lips with much the same skill that Moses called upon all those years ago. At least I didn't have hordes of Egyptian chariots pursuing me.

A virgin technically PSG may have been, but I'm here to tell you, the remnants of her hymen were in no better a state than the walls of Jericho following I imagine, many a self-indulgent night at various undisclosed erotic web-sites...nights she most definitely "let her fingers do the walking."

Needing to apply surprisingly little pressure to make headway, as it were, Katie let out a gasp of shock. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" she giggled, turning her head as she spoke.

"Well sweetheart," I offered between thrusts, "I'm actually completing an honors course in gynaecology this Fall and you looked so darn cute lying there with your legs apart, I thought I'd put some of that theory into practice.....you don't mind do you?"

"Oooh.....Oh God," was all she was able to come up with though, in terms of an answer at least, as I began penetrating her to hitherto untried depths. Those wonderful legs maintained a healthy spread even as her hips began to engage reverse-thrust to facilitate the inbound member.

Holding her now firmly around the waist and aided in my quest not inconsequentially by watching her curvy young butt jiggling to each thrust, I slipped a hand beneath her and located a sexy little breast to fondle.

One reaches a stage mid-intercourse that the perfect rhythm has been reached and that it is but a short time-frame until the desired finality comes a'knocking. That day in Conifer, I felt Katie's orgasm building rapidly - as was my own. Lifting her bottom even higher, I thrust in deeper still and was rewarded by her crying out in pleasure - at exactly the moment I parted company with several million foot-soldiers.

There is nothing sexier than a girl cupping her pussy protectively within seconds of you having filled it for her, most especially when she was a virgin just moments before. Katie lay now on her back, smiling up at me, her face flushed and her breasts noticeably damp from exertion. She looked temptation incarnate.
"As good as you hoped for sweetheart?' I said to her.

"Way better," she replied, giggling again. She then leaned across and switched off the bedside lamp. "Now teach me everything please....we've only got the one night after all haven't we?"

It was barely midnight and my pulse-rate skirting cardiac trauma when I recall thinking, "Hell I really gotta stop writing these stories!"