"Come on," she said, gently pulling on me; then, as I stood up, she led me upstairs, still holding my penis. I followed, trying to recover some, any, ...estiges of dignity while still clutching at my jeans and trying to follow her.She pulled me into her boudoir and, letting go of my aching erection, she kissed me full on the mouth, burying her tongue in me as deeply as she could. We came up for air and she looked straight into my eyes and said, "I have wanted to take you to bed for a long time. I stuck my tongue through her pussy lips and inside. From the way Rachel was shaking you could’ve thought she was having a seizure. I held out my hands, feeling for hers. She grasped my hands tightly with her fingers. Then I began to lick inside her pussy. Her pussy juices tasted sweet. I licked everything up with relish. In a minute I started sucking, and Rachel actually let out a scream. I buried my face deeper and deeper into Rachel’s pussy, getting as far in as I could. Rachel started. Like any couple, we had our share of disputes, but our age- or perhaps just a flair for the dramatic we shared- escalated these to catastrophic crises. Inevitably, I would end up being the one to concede, for the sake of peace. But the outcome of the arguments wasn't what bothered me. I spent much of our relationship not knowing how she felt about me- whether it was truly love.People will say that a sixteen-year-old couldn't know love from lust, but I learned, beyond doubt, the distinction that. She took my tongue into her mouth and sucked it for a while and then I took her tongue in my mouth and sucked it like a lollipop,while my hands were groping and squeezing her bums and all over back.And then after some deep kissing when we finally separated there was a web of saliva dangling between our lips.I then turned over and pushed her towards the wall and started kissing her neck, sucking and biting in between. She was running her fingers through my hair and pulling me tight towards.