Favourite, Three Girls, Same School

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

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I pulled the skirt down a few more inches. Kissed the left, then the right. Skirt down a few more inches. Left, then right. Skirt just below her knees. I kissed her knee on the inside. Skirt to her ankles. I kissed a few pecks down the inside of her left calf, then the right calf. I then pulled the skirt off, quickly followed by her socks. I took a second and slowly took in her beautiful body from her toes to her feet. To her ankles, then her shins. My eyes worked their way up her knees to her thighs. They lingered on the sight of her lower half clad only in white panties with faded flowers on them and a wet spot that seemed to be growing by the minute.

Then up her stomach to her beautiful breasts with pink areolas and erect nipples pointing straight up, heaving up and down from her heavy breathing. Then up to her eyes staring passionate lasers at me. I quickly took in the sight of her young adolescent body laying on the floor beneath me. I reached up and grasped either sided of her panties while staring directly into her eyes. I slowly peeled them down while she lifted her butt to allow me to do so. I slowly unveiled a little pubic hair.

I then noticed the top of her slit. Then more. As her panties were pulled from her p—y I could see her juices almost pooling in her panties. They were stringing from her p—y to her panties as if they were the last barrier between her and womanhood. Once the last strand broke, I pulled her panties completely off.

I took it all in. Her beautiful naked body laying before me. The wildfire of passion in her soul staring at me. The scent of her intoxicating perfume that I will forever remember mixing with the musky scent of her untouched womanhood.

I picked up her left foot and brought it to my mouth. I lightly kissed the end of her foot, then the middle, then the front of the ankle. The whole time taking in the sight of her naked body and the way it moved when I moved her leg. I then kissed her shin moving towards the inside. I kissed her knee on the inside. I started shortening the distances between kisses and kissed her inner thigh moving closer and closer to her womanhood.

Her musky yet sweet scent was growing stronger and filling my nostrils. When I reached her inner thigh where it connected with her p—y I pulled out, sat back and picked up her right foot. I began this torturous yet invigorating performance all over again. The end of her foot. The top. Her ankle. Her shin. Her inner shin. Her inner knee. Shortening the distance between kisses. Her inner thigh. Coming closer. And closer. Her breathing was very shallow and she was moaning, begging me to finally touch her sweet spot. To give her the release she so badly desired.

One more kiss where her thigh connected with her p—y. I then snaked my arms under her thighs and my hands reached around and rested on her heaving stomach. I then kissed a small, but quick circle around her trimmed p—y. I took my hands and pulled her lips apart. It was like opening an oven in the middle of cooking. Heat poured out, juices ran down, and that sweet yet musky scent blasted me in the face like a bomb going off. I loved every bit of it.

Like I mentioned before, she was my first nigerian. I knew I was good with my kisses, I knew what to do with kisses on her lips, on her breasts, and all over her body, but I had no idea what to kiss and/or lick on the inside of her p—y.

Because my brain has been emptied at that period but i can clearly remember that c–t was towards the top of her p—y. I did not see anything sticking out that had a sign above it saying “lick here”, or “kiss this.” So, I simply began exploring. I kissed the top of her p—y. I kissed down her left side, then her right side. I licked her left lip, then her right lip. I absolutely loved the taste of her juices. I then licked some of her inner folds. From the middle to the top.

The whole time she was breathing very deeply, moaning, and squirming. I used one hand to keep her lips open and moved the other up to help hold her down. My tongue darted from her left side to her right side, top to bottom. Then, when my tongue hit a piece of skin towards the top of her p—y that was stiffer that the rest of her folds, I heard happiness s–k in a deep breath. My tongue was moving so fast everywhere, that I had lost where that spot was. I began to move my tongue a little slower at the top of her p—y.

I heard her draw in another sharp breath and realized I had touched that spot again. I finally noticed some of her p—y folds appeared to be wrapped around something. It looked like a tiny tree stump. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it up. Her hand grabbed my head and she s—-d in air again. I knew I had found her c–t. I then zeroed in on her c–t and began flicking it up and down, left and right..