No one was more surprised at the runaway success of "Tricks and Kicks" at its first printing in London than its young Irish author, Steve Reilly. But when the London Metropolitan Censor forthwith banned his first novel, he left London for the Canary Islands to continue his writing career. Also prohibited in Paris, "Tricks for Kicks" went on to an "underground" success much like "Lolita's" or "Candy's" -except that it far outstrips these books in unabashed sex description in every way.
The problem of the sexual involvment between an older man and a precociously-ripened young beauty has never been so bluntly explored in every aspect of its physical phases.
The well known analyst, Dr. S. Scymanski, also discusses this problem in his "Modern Case Histories" as follows:
"My patient asked me, 'How can I remain sexually unaroused by present day young girls wearing their mini-skirts and swinging their rearends and breasts hell-bent to lead us into tempta tion ?'
"Add to these unmarried bachelors, widowers and a host of other older men who are in need of a sexual outlet for one reason or another and you will understand why we hear of young girls making fools of 'sugar-daddies'. There is no doubt that many men have to cope with this problem -a problem which present-day society largely ignores. In their despair they have come for psycoanalytic treatment since this is supposed to solve sex problems. The relationships which ordinarily serve to release pent-up sexual tension are not of much help to this group. The average married man may be stimulated by a display of lush female bodies during the day and then go home to have intercourse with his wife. But the unattached man can only resort to homosexuality or illicit sex, and this frequently brings him to disaster.
"There is the story about the older man who was showering all sorts of expensive gifts on a young girl. She thanked him but told him that her heart was already given to someone else. 'Don't worry about that my dear,' he replied. 'I wasn't hoping to score that high. ' "
The sex gap between generations and the perversions it can lead to is further dramatically shown in "Tricks and Kicks". The reader would do well to ponder the lesson it teaches and the sexual pitfalls it discloses so graphically.
Continental Classics presents this story in its complete and original unexpurgated version. Restriction is recommended to graduate students of abnormal psychology and the mature adult reader.
Herbert Ross, M. A. New York City March, 1968
Archive Note: The truly amazing number of misspellings in the original pocketbook are faithfully reproduced in this text. No attempt whatsoever has been made to correct the misspelled or misused words.
CHAPTER ONE
MARIA. grew up in the bleak, uninspiring surroundings of the West Riding, far from the hot Italian sun which had shone above her on the day of her birth. But she retained much of the warmth of that sun in her temperament, some people would say too much of it. Most of all the dour, hard-working, money-grubbing people of Leeds where her people had settled when they came to~England at the end of the war.
John Hardisty had fallen in love with the beautiful Neapolitan, and despite the advice of his Commanding Officer and the opposition of his family he had married her and brought her back to England.
He had returned to Yorkshire early in 1946, bringing his Italian wife and a baby whom they had called Maria. Maria Hardisty I Not exactly a euphonious or romantic combination : the two names seemed to be a loggerheads with each other, but the conflict somehow symbolized the two sides of the girl's nature. The two aspects of her temperament fought with each other, fought to possess and dominate her; in the end it might be said that one of them triumphed.
But this story is largely about this struggle and the reader will judge for himself whether the harsher Northern qualities or the softer, life-accepting South Italian aspects of her nature came out uppermost.
The early years of Maria's life were pretty grim ones: her father working ten or more hours at the mill, her mother at home scraping to make ends meet in an environment alien and unfriendly. Her mother gradually became sour with the struggle and the disappointment, for everything had seemed full of promise when she first reached these islands: the promise of a life free of war and dictatorship, the promise of a beautiful home and numerous children; instead the hard facts of near poverty, the daily struggle to make ends meet and the disappointment of a series of miscarriages. It was very different from the large peasant family in which she had been nurtured with its crowd of bambini, its feast-days, its olive-covered slopes, and the friendliness of the neighbours.
And when John took to staying at the pub on the way home instead of returning for the dinner she had cooked, leaving her alone with the child, her pent-up resentment gave way to open antagonism and bitterness. Still quite beautiful she began to think of other men, began to respond to some of the searching glances the local men gave her. At least she'd get some fun out of life before it was too late. Her longing to be made love to, to be cherished by a man who could give her some of the good things of life, tempted her from the straight and narrow path that was the exemplar for the wives of Italian peasants. For after all she was in England, where women behaved differently, where it did not seem to a terrible crime to be unfaithful.
She was aware, of course, that if her husband found her to be unfaithful he would never forgive her. He wanted her to sit at home and wait for him, not to enjoy herself with another man. Just like any other man. But it was not quite the same. For one thing, she thought, it was possible to do things in England without everybody else knowing about it. And that was impossible in Italy where the family was made up of a crowd of grandmothers and grandfathers, aunts and uncles, and goodness knows how many children. Nothing could be done without the whole family and even the whole village knowing about it.
Maria had begun to go to the local elementary school and that meant that she was alone at home most of the day. John went off at half-past seven in the morning and rarely returned before nine or ten at night. Only once in a while would he seem to notice her, and suggest an outing, perhaps to the nearby cinema. It seemed that her chance for some sort of happiness had come at last.
Gina Fanfani, as she had been before her marriage to John Hardisty, began to look at herself in the mirror with a new kind of scrutiny. She saw that her face was still attractive', that her figure, though a somewhat fuller, still caused men to look round at her in the streets. Indeed she hod once been described, by a friend of John's, as spectacular and no wonder for she had large, prominent breasts that jutted enterprisingly through the dark sweaters she had taken to wearing,a slight waist, and legs that were still the envy of her neighbours. It was, however, the curvaceous buttocks and hips that made the most instant appeal to the men who admired her as she walked down Briggate or along the Headrow on the days she went to the city to shop or, perhaps, to have coffee at Powolnys or Collinsons. As she looked at herself in the long mirror she s-aw that she was attractive still, though she could see the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. These, she felt sure, she could get rid of. But there would be no need to do anything about her splendid nose and her full, sensual lips, her shapely chin, and above all her dark-brown enigmatic eyes that her daughter Maria had also inherited. She looked at her bosom and smiled to herself as she remembered how the local women in the shops looked down their noses at the way she displayed it, and no bra at that. She had fed Maria herself but her breasts were still conical and symmetrical. No one looking at her breasts, at her flat stomach, or at her upper thighs, would have had any idea that she had ever been pregnant:
She pulled off her sweater and looked at her naked breasts. They stood out, two perfectly shaped hemispheres in the middle of which her large pink nipples wire surrounded by darker, almost brown areoles. She knew how much some of the men that admired her in the streets would like to caress them, bury their heads in them.
The door opened and Maria, with her face flushed, ran into the room, putting her arms round her mother's legs. "Oh, mama, it has been such an exciting afternoon. We went to the swimming-baths, and I have to get a new costume. Will you get me one?"
Gina looked down at her daughter and saw that she was even more beautiful than she had been herself. She had the same oval face the same sensual lips, the same lovely almost black hair. Already, her mother realized, she had a bewitching look about her that made an appeal to men, even though she was a mere child, not yet seven years old. She would certainly have to be protected, especially in the years to come. Tears came into her eyes as she thought how much her daughter would be loved by her family back at home, while here her father did no more than provide her with the barest necessities, never giving way to her lit le whims and her greed for affection.
"Yes, of course, I'll-buy you a new costume. We'll get it before your next lesson and then you'll be like all the other children." Cina spoke with a Neapolitan accent, but unless she was under some emotional stres she spoke grammatically for she had taken language classes during her first two years in England. She certainly made fewer mistakes than her husband whose education had ended after two years at the secondary school.
Maria left her mother and went into the large kitchen to find something for tea. Her mother pulled on her sweater, now more determined than ever to break out from the confines of her home, from the imprisonment imposed on her by a feckless husband and the miserable pittance he gave her for housekeeping. Though she wanted to take a lover just for the sake of the sex, the admiration and possibly the affection she might get in return, she also had at the back of her mind the future of her child. She did not want her to spend the whole of her childhood and girlhood amidst the surroundings provided by one of Leeds's dreariest suburbs. She wished to see her having a proper education with all the opportunities for advancement that it could provide in a country like England. Gina's peasant background had been a handicap to her but it had not prevented her from assessing shrewdly the advantages of education. If she had to surrender something very precious to get it for Mario, she was quite prepared for it.
It was with thoughts of a similar kind that Gina left the small suburban house the following morning to take a bus into the city. She had put on her favourite two-piece suit, her most elegant nylons and her best high-heeled shoes, and she cut a strikingly attractive figure as she walked along Leeds's Commercial Street for coffee at Powolnys.
Two or three times she had noticed a well-dressed man, well into his fifties, sitting at a table in the far corner, who had plainly been impressed by her. He had smiled pleasantly and invitingly at her on her last visit but almost about to return his smile she had thought better of it and, at the last minute, had turned away and buried her head in the magazine she was reading. She had now made up her mind that she would let him get into conversation with her.
As soon as she entered the cafe she saw him, sitting in his usual place. He looked up and gave her his usual friendly smile. She smiled back and seeing that very few tables were free near to the door she went over in the direction of his table and sat down at one of the tables to his. He half rose, bowed and then sat down again, but continued to look in her direction. She was hoping that he. would speak to her, but she supposed, he was what the English call a gentlman: the kind of man who did not push himself onto a woman uninvited. Well, she thought,how ever did such men get to know a woman?
She ordered and a few minutes after she caught his glance again and this time she looked him frankly in the eyes. He seemed to acknowledge the way she looked at him by a slight lowering of his eyelids, andthen by a glance in the direction of the door.Oh, well, if it was to be that way, she was quite ready though she would have much preferred it if he had come over to her table.
A moment later he got up to leave and almost as soon as he reached the door she began to follow him. As soon as she walked into the street he came up to her and,raising his hat, he spoke to her:" I am sorry to act so unconventionally. But I thought you would prefer it that way. I was not sure whether you would have approved of my speaking to you inside. My name is Richards, David Richards."
She had never spoken to an English gentleman before -for she supposed he was a gentleman -but she rose to the occasion. How glad she was now that she had learned to speak English reasonably well. She was not en ordinary peasant girl now, nor even the wife of a man who worked in't mill.
"Oh, I wondered whether you might speak to me...I was not certain, you see I am Italian and do not know your customs..." she paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed. What, after all, was she doing here in the centre of the city, talking to a strange man?
"Well, if you are Italian," the tall, grey-haired man was saying, "I must say you speak English very well." He looked down and saw her wedding-ring on her hand. Then he said: "Shall we go for a drink, I know a nice little pub round the corner where we shall not be -er -so conspicuous." He took her by the arm and began to lead her towards the pub She offered no kind of resistance and soon found herself in the warm atmosphere of a pub with a glass of wine in front of her.
"So, you are Italian, you live in Leeds and you are married," he laughed,adding "But it's no business of mine unless you want to tell me about yourself." He had rather sharp, but not unpleasing features and looked rather younger than she had thought at first "But, perhaps I can ask your name?
"Yes, of course, it is Gina -er, Gina Fanfani, and I come from Naples."
He praised her name and then it seemed that he became immersed in his thoughts for he was quite silent for three or four minutes. Then, looking into her eyes, he said "Look, can I take you to my flat? I live vary near to here, just up past the Infirmary.It1s ten minutes walk but we can jump into a taxi. What do you say?"
Gina felt her heart beat faster; it seemed to be thumping under her suit. She was going to do it at last, do it with someone else -unless she said "No" immediately. 5he thought of her husband working in the mill, her daughter at school, neither of them having any idea of what she was up to, of the sin she was about to commit. She looked back at the man, felt that she would be safe with him, and said she would go with him.
He said nothing in the taxi, and, though he sat close to her, ho refrained from touching her. They mounted the stairs to his top-floor flat and when he threw open the door she saw at once that he was a man with adequate means. It was well and tastefully furnished, the kind of flat that Gina dreamed about when she looked through magazines they sent her from home. He invited her to take off her jacket, and then he brought out a sim liar wine to the one they had been drinking in the pub. He gave her a glass and then sat in the chair facing her.
"Well, Gina, I guess you know why I asked you here. Are you willing? We are quite safe up here, nobody needs to know that you have been here," he paused, becoming a little uncertain how to continue. At the back of his mind was the question of money, but he hesitated to suggest it for she did not seem to be that kind of a woman. And yet he could hardly expect her to come to his rooms for nothing. After all she was a very beautiful woman, perhaps only about twenty-seven or eight, and he was almost an old man, grey and balding. Whet possible motive could She have for coming to his place, except money?
"I understand," said Gina, her accent now betraying her Italian background, "I well understand, and I want it that way." She had managed to say it as her heart went on thumping under her blouse, and as she felt the first thrill at the thought of another man -an English gentleman -making love to her* It had been such a long time since she had felt that thrill go through her body. And it was a thrill tinged with a certain excitement at doing something that she knew she should not be doing, but something that John would never know about.
"Let us go to my bedroom," the man said, and he got up from his chair, put out his hand to help her from her chair, and then led her to his bedroom.
It was sumptuously furnished but Gina could not have described it in detail afterwards. She remembered only the heavy curtains that he pulled across, the soft,deep carpet and the massive bed. She began to undress almost automatically and as she bent down to take off her shoes she saw that the man was looking at her, his face full of curiosity and anticipation.
The man undressed rapidly and as Gina unbuttoned her blouse she suddenly saw that he was naked at the other side of the bed. Oh, if her husband saw her now he would kill her! Here she was in a room with a man she had never met before, and he was standing there naked as she undressed herself! Well, she had made up her mind and John could go to hell. She almost tore off her blouse, untied the bra she had put on because she had come to town, and then pushed her skirt down her legs and then, shyly and turning away from the man's gaze, she pushed her panties off, then her suspender-belt and finally her nylons. She was naked. With her hands covering the part of her body she had never shown to anyone else but John she walked across the room and got into the bed at the side of the man.
He at once took her in his arms and pressing his chest against her large, full breasts he brought his lips to hers as he questioned her strange, dark, enigmatic eyes.
CHAPTER TWO
It was by no means Gina's last visit to David Richards's flat. In the course of the following nine or ten months she went there frequently. She enjoyed the way he made love to her, the way he respected her wishes, his understanding and friendship, and, also the money he gave her.
The money was beginning to be an embarrassment to her, for she had already bought clothes for herself and Maria that she could not have bought from the money given her by her husband. She had started a Post Office savings account, but she knew that she was taking 3 terrible risk for John might find her book. He would undoubtedly want to know where the-money had come from, and she was sure that he would force her to tell him. It was then that she hit on the idea of telling him that one of her brothers had begun to send her money.
John was pleased to near that her family wore helping her at last; he had half expected them to do so before. He would not be so hard pressed for a few bob now, there wouldn't be quite the same need to take back half his earnings for housekeeping.
Gina began to lead a new kind of life. Two or three times a week she would spend the day in Leeds, returning just in time to await Maria's return from school. And before a year had passed she had taken up with a another man, a business man who paid frequent visits to th�5 North from London. She had first met him in a bar in Briggate, and he had not been long in fixing up a flat so that she could spend the day with him when he was free of business engagements.
She continued to visit David Richards and with the passage of time she became more and more dependent on the money she got from them. She dressed expensively and even bought a small car.
Maria began to be neglected. Her mother would frequently be late coming back from her visits to the city, telling her that she had been held up by the traffic, or that she had had to wait at the hairdresser's much longer than she had expected. In the evenings she would be put to bed about eight o' clock and then Gina would get out the car and return to town if she was .sure that John was unlikely to be home early. And she could usually depend on that. All she had to do was to keep him well supplied with beer money.It was now the exception rather than the rule for him to return before closing time. He had no idea that his wife spent most of the early evenings away from home.
As Maria found that her mother was so often not back when she got home from school, she began to dawdle and play with other children instead of going home straight from school. As the weeks went by she would sometimes stay away until half-past five or even six o'clock, straying from the road she was supposed to follow, sometimes cutting through the fields or wandering off into the woods that lay near the outskirts of Leeds. Or she would return home,.help herself to tea and then go out to play, usually on the railings that ran along the edge of a derelict open space near to their home.
It was here that Maria first became aware that men took a curious interest in little girls.
She was no more than eight at the time, but she generally played with a group of girls of about nine and ten. One day two or three of them were swinging on the rails their bottoms in the air, showing their knickers quite innocently to passers-by. The girls soon noticed, however, that men who passed the railings took an obvious interest in them when, they saw them with their bodies bent over the railings,. their hands on the lower rail, their knickers showing and the backs of their, thighs and legs uncovered. It soon became a sort of game to show their knickers to the men as they passed by. Most men would take a surreptitious glance at the girls as they walked along, but occasionally a man coming along the path on his own would take a quick look round to see that no one was in sight and then he would pause and even talk to the girls, moving on quickly if anyone else approached. The girls got to know the men who liked to see their buttocks and when they saw one of them approach they would put on a special "show" for them.
One girl, more precocious than the others, started asking the men to slap her, and within a few weeks the girls lined up, their bottoms in the .air as a man came along, crying out "Slap me, Mister, slap me." Some would hurry along embarrassed, but a small number would do as the girls asked them and bring a heavy hand down on the upturned, knickered bottoms. At first hesitant about showing her knickers, Maria soon joined the others at the game and was one of the first along the line to call on passing men to slap her. She had little idea what it was all about, but got a kind of kick from showing off in front of the other girls. But one day a man kept his hand on her knickers for a few seconds then ran his hand down between her thighs and lightly fondled her flesh. It was all done in a flash and the-man was soon on his way, but it left a strange tingling feel in her thighs.
It was not so very long before Maria began to think about the men who would come to the railings and smack the girls on their behinds as they passed by, before she actually began to look forward to the end of the school afternoon so that she could make her way as quickly as possible to the piece of waste groundwhere the railings were situated and wait for the first man to put a hand on her knickers.
One day the man who had briefly placed a hand between her legs did so again but this time he kept his hand there and then moved it against the angle of her legs, pushing his fingers firmly between them. Marie felt a thrill of excitement run up her body and hoped that the man would keep his fingers there. But after half a minute or so he took his hand away and went on.
In the months that followed she became quiet and taciturn except when she had to contend with some of the rougher, loudmouthed girls in her class. Then she was more than able to hold her own; she could be as rude ana outspoken as the rest of them, using the local Leeds dialect as effectively as the other girls, and adding a few words of Italian invective that she had picked up from her mother.
But when she reached home she hardly spoke and used to go to her room for hours on end. Sometimes she would read, sometimes she would draw, but at others she would lie back on her little bed and think about some of the things the other girls had told her, about how a man could do certain things to a girl and make it very exciting for her. T+ w�s all hopelessly mysterious, even frightening, but somehow it beckoned her on: she wanted to know about it. Perhaps it had something to do with the Prince Charming she had read about who would come one day and make her into a fairy princess and take her away to a beautiful castle in the mountains. She cried when she thought about it; she wanted so much to get away from the dirty streets of the city, the rough girls, and the men who cams out of the pubs shouting and smelling of drink.
Her mother was always kind to her but she seemed to be so busy with other things, to want to go out at every opportunity, that she spent very little time with her. It almost seemed as if neither her mother nor her father really had much time for her. She began to grow into one of those lonely children who seek love and affection wherever it can be found.
Her mother seemed to be going out more than aver, her father seemed to be at the pub more than ever. She began to hats hate going back home in the evenings as she would sometimes have to wait two or three hours before her mother returned. She began to stray farther and farther from home, and sometimes she would go as far as the disused quarry at Meanwood where young couples went to make love and where peeping-toms took up positions behind the bushes. Leeds, though an industrial town, is never very far from the country, from the wild moors of the Pennines and the rolling dales. But between the town and the country there are pockets of unused or disused land, small woods, bits of waste land, old quarries, and every kind of place for children to wander in and lovers to retire to. It was in one of these, a mile or two from Maria's home, that she first saw a man make love to a woman.
She had gone off on her own, not staying to play with her friends, and she had made her way to a piece of land known as the Common-. She wandered along its paths until she came to one of the more wooded parts where she sat down for a rest. She had not-been there long before she realized that a man and a woman were lying side by side at the other side of the bushes she was using as a kind-of shelter.
She happened to look through the thick branches and bramble at the moment the man unfastened the woman's frock. For a moment she was about to get up and run away. But then she remembered what the other girls had told her: perhaps this man was going to do it to the woman. To a young girl of eight all older people seem much the same age. Maria saw the couple as a man and a woman but in fact they were in their early twenties, the woman even possibly younger. Maria saw the man pull out her breasts and avidly fondle their nakedness, and then he slowly unbuttoned the the rest of her frock and a minute or so later he was pushing his fingers into the top of her blue panties, trying to push them over her hips. The girl helped him, and eased them over her plump hips and buttocks and then down her legs to lie there naked except for her frock which she stil kept on her arms and shoulders. It was the height of summer and she had obviously come prepared for. the young man to make love to her. Maria had to raise her head slightly to get a proper view of the girl's body and what she saw at once frightened and excited her. The girl had a mass of dark hair at the bottom of her belly and it seemed to run down into what she had been taught to call her private parts.Already the man was stroking the hair on the girl's mound and deftly brushing part of his hand against the tops of her thighs as, very slowly, the girl parted her legs so that he could caress between them. It was not long before he was actually running two fingers up and down between the angle of her legs, then parting the hairy lips and fingering the soft red membrane within. Maria saw that the girl was wriggling on the ground as the man went fingering her. She leaned forward to see more distinctly what he was doing, and she found herself taking a deep breath as she saw his finger disappear inside the girl s flesh. He must be doing the thing she had heard about'.
"I'm going to fuck you, lass,"he said. "I know you said I couldn't but I've got to. Got to fuck you."
"No, Arthur," the girl said,her voice revealing her alarm, "no, you musn't, you said you wouldn't. What if I get a baby? You shan't Arthur, please."
The man seamed to take no notice of her protestations for he was unbuttoning his trousers and a moment later a big, fleshy shaft sprung from them and he was getting his body between the girl s legs and pressing the thing against her. "I've got to put it in love," he said. "I want my prick inside you." He added the last words as he shoved the thing between the angle of her legs and then into the fleshy slit he had been fingering a few minutes before. The girl did not say anything and was lying back, panting and wriggling and making strange little cries. Then the man was almost on top of the girl, moving his back up and down as he took her by the shoulders and brought his lips into contact with hers.
There was silence except for the heaving panting from the girl and grunts of lust from the man. The latter moved more and more vigorously up and down on the girl who had now bent her legs and lay with her knees in the air as she wriggled under him.
"You like my prick inside you, don't you," said the man called Arthur,hoarse with lust. "You like my big prick, luv, eh?"
"Yes, yes, it's lovely, it's lovely," she said, finding it difficult to speak as she tried to get her breath. They went on wriggling together and then the man seemed to become almost violent with the girl and rammed his body down on hers time after time with grunts of satisfaction before, suddenly, crying out, "I'm coming, I'm coming." The girl cried out words that meant nothing to Maria and then there was silence as the couple, exhausted, lay in each other's arms.
Maria quietly got up and then, taking a look back to make sure that she had not been seen, ran back to the main path and started to run home.
Her mother was there waiting for her. She had returned earlier than usual and saw with alarm that Maria had not come back from school. "Oh, I've been neglecting you," she said to her daughter as she saw her enter the room. She was filled with guilt and had spent an hour of agony wondering what could have happened to the child. She wanted to make amends for the many days she had not returned till later in the evening, and she was suddenly filled with remorse at the life she had begun to lead and which was taking her ever further from her daughter and life at home. These thoughts disturbed her ana it was not long before she began to rationalize her behaviour, justifying it on the grounds that, after all, she was doing it all for her family and her daughter's future. Yes, she had taken her reward from the men she had been with, but it had enabled them to (jet new furniture, clothes tor the child, and even 3 small car.
Still, there was a nagging doubt in her mind that she ought to take mor care of Maria. It was certainly wrong for her to be left evening after evening. God might punish her by letting something terrible happen to the child if she went on neglecting her in this way!
CHAPTER THREE
The months went by and there was little that had changed in the Hardisty household.Gina spent as much time away from home as she had done for nearly two years, found one or two more clients, and continued to keep up the story that money was being sent to her by her brother in Naples. John, pleased at the the fact that Gina demanded almost nothing from him for housekeeping, continued to spend most of his time at the "Anchor". Sex was as unimportant to him as something seen by looking through the wrong end of a telescope. He very rarely tried to make love to Gina, and Gina was careful not to tempt him by undressing in front of him, or leaving her underclothes about the bedroom, or using her favourite scent. She generally pretended to be tired when they went to bed and immediately turned away from him and appeared to be asleep. But, in fact, she had a guilty conscience and this often kept her awake until the small hours. She would think about her daughter, about her family back in Italy, about the lie she had told her husband, about the way she spent her days with her men friends and clients in the city.
Maria began to lead a life of her own so far as that is possible for a girl of her age. 5he would come home late from her school, sometimes stay in a listen to the radio, a,t others go out again and meet her girl friends. But she was always conscious of a mystery about her life, asking herself why she seemed to be different from other girls and feeling a longing for affection and love. She did not connect this longing with her curiosity about what men could do to little girls.
She never forgot the scene she had witnessed on the Common and often went there again in the hope of discovering what it was. all about. Unhappily it never seemed to happen to her again. The girls in her class were unable to tell her more than she knew already despite their talk and sniggering about sex. She knew that she would have to find out for herself.
One day shortly after her tenth birthday she came home from school to find that her mother was not there. Gina had got her a particularly pretty.outfit for her, and she went to her room and put it on. It was a black corduroy gym-slip and white blouse which she wore with short white stockings of knee length and black patent leather shoes. In the mirror she could see her oval face with her large, luminous brown eyes, her shoulderlength black hair, and her pouting lips. She thought she looked very pretty and, pleased with herself, she pirouetted around the floor catching sight of herself in the mirror as she did so. Her skirt swung away from her, to show off the upper part of her legs and her white knickers. She felt sure that the man she had watched with the girl on the Common would like her if he could see her. Perhaps she would see him if she went there, or someone else who would like the look of her.
She put on her dark-blue raincoat and went off to the Common. It was about half-past six on a September evening. There would still be workmen coming home from the factories in Kirkstall, children playing until it was dark, as well as couples courting on the grass. She walked with her head in the air across the main pathway until she found the turning off into the small wood that covered one part of the Common. Here it was quieter and she saw only the occasional couple walking arm in arm, perhaps looking for a place to lie down together.
It was then that she saw the man approaching her. He looked old, but he had a smiling, cheery face and when he came up to her he greeted her in a friendly way that she liked. "Hello, little girl, and where may you be going?" he asked her.
She was shy and hesitant about replying to him, but she managed to stutter that she was Just going for a walk. "Oh," he said, "walking out all alone, eh?"
She was silent, now beginning to feel afraid to be alone with the man in the lonely part of the Common.
"All alone. Well, well," he w.i� saying, "let me go for a walk with you." He came close to her and put a hand On her back, pushing her gently in the direction of the bushes. "There are lots of exciting things to see here on the Common, let's go this way."
She wanted to scream and run away from him, but somehow she felt she was in his power, that she had to do as he had suggested. It was as if she were hypnotized, and she found herself walking ahead of him, his hand still touching her lightly to guide her in the direction he wanted her to go.
"It's full of magic, this wood, full of magic. There are fairies here, you know," he went on as they entered a small coppice of trees. Come, let's sit here for a bit and see if we can see any." He sat down without touching her and she felt that she must do the same. There was no escaping from him now. He sat at her side, bending his knees as she did and then he put his left arm round her and began to talk about the little people that inhabited the Common. She sat listening to him dreamily, liking the cadence of his voice, slowly beginning to feel safer with him. She pushed into the back of her mind the stories her mother had told her about strange men. This man seemed nice and kind; she was sure that he would do her no harm.He had his arm round her waist now but he was continuing to talk about the fairies he had seen when he was a boy and seemed to be far away with his thoughts and recollections of his childhood.
Then he looked at her and said she was very pretty. "What a lovely little girl to be all on her own," he said. "I think you must be lonely. Come let me hold you near to me." He pulled her close to him and she could feel his hot breath against her face. She tried to push him away, but he gripped her tightly, hugged her to him and brought his lips close to her cheek. Then she felt his wet lips on her cheek and she knew that they were moving round to her lips. She closed her eyes and waited, unable to cry out, till she felt the thick lips on hers as he pressed her back onto the grass. She was shivering with fear, but when she tried to cry she could not. Her whole body seemed to be petrified and she knew that he could do what he liked with her.
He had her back on the grass and was half on top of her, feeling her legs and her bare thighs. His face came close to hers again and the lips pressed down on hers, this time his tongue pushing between them and going into her mouth. "Now, little girl," he whispered, "don't worry, I shan't hurt you."
Marin sensed that ho, too, was frightened for some reason she could not understand. He seemed to be shaking as he felt the top of her legs and began to touch her knickers between her legs. Then she recalled the couple she had watched months before and realized that he was going to do it to her,to do what the girls had told her a man could do to a girl.
His finger went under the crotch of her knicker and felt her private p^rts. It went along to the top and then down again, trying to part the lips on either side. She began to like the feel of his finger and lay back, letting her legs go apart, her eyes still closed. A moment later he began to pull her knickers down her legs. She put up no resistance though she knew that she ought to; she let him pull her white knickers down her legs and over her patent-leather shoes.
As soon as they were off he began to finger her greedily, pushing his finger hard into her private parts, and she knew that he was getting inside her. He was rubbing her now on her clitoris and she felt a strange new sensation that she had never had in her life before. She began to be aware that he was doing what the girls said a man could do: and she wanted him to go on.He continued to finger her, sometimes moving his hand down her leg and touching the white flesh in between them. It was more exciting than anything she had ever known in her life. Now he pushed his four fingers under her bottom and began to press with his thumb into the base of her private parts, into the place that her mother had told her was her treasure. As he did so one of his fingers went up the crack between her bottom cheeks and pressed against her little brown hole for which she had no name. The thumb was almost brutal now, pressing hard into the soft flesh and causing her to feel pain rather than pleasure. The man went on, screwing it round as he did so, but he did not manage to get it inside her. She moved her body to avoid the pain and began to cry out as he pushed it in even more brutally then before. As she cried out, they heard footsteps coming closer and at once the man covered up her slit and thighs with her coat.Cunningly he looked around and saw through the bushes a man approaching along the path that would bring him near to them. "Get up," he whispered, pulling her to her feet, "fasten your coat and walk along this way with me. I've got your knickers." They got up and began to saunter in the direction away from the intruder. "We have to be careful," he said to her quietly. "There are all sorts of funny people on the Common. Here, here are your knickers, put them in your pocket and wait till you get hometo put them on." He began to walk rapidly:ahead of the girl and, looking back where the other man could be Seen coming in their direction, he. suddenly burst into run and bolted down the path across the Common.
Maria, flabbergasted at what had happened, at first began to follow , the man', quickening her steps in an effort to catch up with him. But soon seeing that the attempt would be futile, she slowed down and walked slowly across the open part of the Common, finally +ll',~"ing into the road that led in the direction of her home. She still felt the tingling sensation made by the man s fingers on her treasure, as well as a burning feeling from the thumb he had tried to force into her. It was very thrilling, and yet in some ways it was very frightening. The man had wanted to do it to her., she was sure; but why had he suddenly run away. Because of the other man? As she thought about it she began to realize that it was because the man had been frightened when he saw the other man approaching that he had run away and left her. And he could only have been frightened because he had been doing something wrong. She remembered that her mother had told her about men who spoke to little girls and tried to get them to go with them; he must have been one or them. If only she could ask her mother about it; but somehow she know that she could not bring herself to do that.
It was later the same term that she was asked if she wanted to join the Girl Guides, and her mother, preferring that she should not be left too much to her own devices, encouraged her to do so. By the New Year she was attending the weekly meetings in the local church hall regularly, wearing her blue uniform proudly. She got to know a mumber of new friends in the troop, and two of them, Shaila and Carol, frequently came to her home.
Joining the Guides gave her a completely new interest and for the time being her preoccupation with what had happened on the Common gave way to passing tests in woodcraft, swimming and life-saving. But, of course, from time to time she raised in her mind questions about the couple in the trees and the man who had taken her into the bushes , recalling momentarily the tingling feeling he had given her when he first pulled off her knickers.
It was in the late spring of the year, when she was almost eleven, that she was told about sex by her Guide mistress. An attractive, but rather masculine looking girl of about twenty she outlined the physiological facts, using such words as union, fertilization, intercourse, and giving the sexual parts their quasi-medical names, such as vagina, penis, clitoris, and so on. But far from satisfying all Maria's doubts and fears, the talks given by the Guides. mistress only roursed new questions in her mind, and led her to an almost morbid preoccupation with sex. She now knew that the man who had tried to do it to her on the Common had run away because it was a serious thing far a man to have "union" with a young girl, that if he had succeeded she would have been a virgin no longer, and that he would really have been raping her.Yet she could not see why it was so important to wait until she was sixteen to have intercourse with a man. What difference did it make if she was only fourteen or fifteen? Or, for that matter, only eleven? There were many other questions in her mind, especially those concerned with the actual sexual act which the mistress had only described in the most sketchy way. She had not tried to tell them what it ft;lt like to have a man's penis inside you.
She was so interested and exciteed by what she had learned that she wanted: to know more, even to put her knowledge to the practical test. If only she could do it with out anyone finding out! Or without the risks of going alone on the Common that the Guides mistress had warned them about.
She began to look at boys of her own age with a new interest, but when they talked to her or walked along the road with. her, they seamed to take no notice of thefact that she was a girl, but spoke about their games, or the camp they were going to, or the bicycle they had been given. There was one boy, however, who looked at her in a different way and once tried to put his arm round her as they came home. She was shy of being seen in the street with a boy's arm round her but she hoped that another opportunity would come when they were out somewhere away from the street. A few weeks' later the boy told her that he and a friend were going to camp out for a few days at the beginning of the long holidays, and as they would not be going far way -only as far as Horsforth -he hoped she and one of her friends would come to see them. She said she would and looked forward eagerly to the end of the term.
August Bank Holiday arrived and her mother and father took her to Scarborough for the day, but on the Tuesday she was able to slip away, saying that she was going for a picnic with her friend 5heila. About eleven in the morning the two girls took the bus to Horsforth and made their way to Newlay woods where the boys were camping.
The boys seemed pleased to see them, boiled some water to make tea for them and then shared with them the sandwiches Gina had provided. After lunch the four of them lay back inside the tent, Maria near to the boy who had invited her, Sheila near his pal.
It was not long before Maria's friend began to show why he had asked her to come to the camp. He lay at her side and very slowly came closer to her so that she could feel his body against her skirt. He was a fair-haired boy, about fourteen, with blue eyes and thick lips. His name was Donald. Maria felt his hand on her skirt and gradually without moving his body at all his hand went down her skirt and touched her knee. She was not sure that she wanted him to touch her, and somehow she was sure that she did not want him to be the first to do it to her. A few months ago she might have thought differently, but now, although she was ready for petting and necking, she had some reservations about letting a boy have intercourse with her.At the time she could not have explained why.Nevertheless she was still excited at the idea of a boy touching her, perhaps kissing her, and even touching her legs. She sensed that with a boy not a lot older than herself she might take risks that she should not have taken with the old man on the Common. Anyway so far the boy was only rubbing his hand on her leg just above her knee and now pressing the side of his head against her hair. He could do that as much as he liked. His hand began to advance up her leg, then he withdrew it,lifted her skirt a little way up her legs and then, rising on his elbow, he looked down at her. Then suddenly, taking his hand away from her legs he grabbed hold of her and kissed her on her lips. She kept still and let him do it to her, smelling his breath and liking the pressure of his thick dry lips. Then he licked them and began to move them on hers, using his tongue at the same time. It was the first time she had been kissed on the lips, since the old man had done it to her on the Common. But it was somehow different, more exciting and she wanted it to go on for ever. In any case she hardly remembered the old man kissing her; at the time she had been terrified and he had only kissed her for a brief moment or two before he had turned his attention to her private parts.-Now she could lie back and enjoy a young boy's kisses.
He kept kissing her and she began to feel excited, just as she had done when the old man felt her legs. After a few minutes it seemed that she was tingling all down her spine and she wanted the boy to touch her all over. But he went on, his mouth and lips now wet with saliva, which he pushed into hers with his tongue. She swallowed as her mouth seamed to be filled with it. She waited now, eager to feel his hands, slowly moving her body to provoke him. He felt her sinuous movement and put his hand on the side of her left thigh and then caressed the inside, his knuckles accidentally brushing against her knickers between her legs.
The boy's lips and hands were now stimulating her in a way she had not experienced before; she began to make strange moaning sounds; she arched and wriggled her body; she reached "out to him to pull his body closer.
The boy's hands now pushed her skirt up her legs and he began to openly caress her inner thighs, from time to time touching her knickers with his forefinger. As her legs parted, wider he decided it would be all right for him to go ahead and he reached up to pull off her knickers. It was then that Maria put out her hand to stop him. Excited as she was she had a feeling that she should not let the boy have intercourse with her; somehow she wanted that to come later. He could pet her and neck with her as much as he wished, but that was all....
Donald sensed her unreadiness and he took his hand away from her knickers and resumed his caresses on her legs. But she pulled him close to her, put her arms round him, and made him kiss her again. The prudent side of Maria's nature had won the day; the carefree, irresponsible Italian part of it had been defeated.
It' was not so with the other two. Tom, Donald's friend, was unfastening Sheila's new frock, which buttoned down the front. He had managed to undo most of the buttons and when Maria looked across at them for a moment as she removed her boy friend's hand from her legs and pulled him close to her, she could see that Sheila's bra was uncovered and that the boy was fingering her breasts through the flimsy material. She kept her head half raised as she watched the boy push the bra up over the breasts and reveal the girl's nipples. Sheila was nearly thirteen and had just reached puberty; her breasts, though small were well formed, and her nipples jutted out conspicuously from the soft white flesh. Tom at once began to finger them and a moment later he bent over and began to kiss them in turn.
Maria would have liked Donald to play with her nipples but she felt ashamed to show her breasts to him as they were almost nonexistent. In recent months there had been signs that they were growing larger, but as she was some way from puberty they were nowhere near as large as Sheila's. She hoped that Donald would not try to unbutton her blouse and make her show him her breasts. But he was kissing her avidly now and seemed content to go on, his lips pressed to hers, his arms round her neck, his body half on top of hers, while his friend got nearer and nearer to making love properly to the older, mor experienced Sheila. By now he had managed to remove the girl's bra and he was fondling her small but lovely breasts with great eagerness Moreover, his hand was between her thighs and he was pushing his finger under Sheila's knickers and reeling for her slit. She moved to assist his efforts and he soon had a finger firmly placed in the soft, warm membranes of her vulva. Sheila sighed and she decided at that moment that the boy could put it into her, though the word she, used in her thoughts was "fuck". Yes, she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to put it in and craved for it.
Sheila had never dared to tell Maria that she was no longer a virgin, and she had never told her about the words she used with her other friends, such words as "fuck" and "cunt". She guessed that Maria had a great interest in sex, but she sensed that there was something fastidious about the dark-eyed girl, and this prevented her coming out with the "rude" words she had picked up from her brothers. She had, nevertheless, jumped at: the chance to come to see Donald and Tom for she had a pretty good idea what the two boys wanted, and she really wanted to see her girl friend fucked by a hoy. She would get a kind of sadistic delight to see her friend seduced.
She was letting Tom ease her out of her skirt and, when he succeded in pulling it down her legs, she lay there naked except for her blue: knickers. She didn't feel a bit ashamed; on the contrary, she got a kind of kick from it as she did when she purposely showed her naked body to her brothers. She lay back on the ground sheet, her fair hair splayed out, her small breasts jutting upwards, her hips and mount of Venus covered by her blue knickers, her legs, slender and shapely, half covered by knee-high stockings and shoes. She kicked off her shoes and began to peel the pair of knickers from her hips and buttocks and push them from her legs.
The boy had never seen a naked girl before, though he had fucked a few who had been content to take down their knickers on the Common. He could hardly believe his good fortune when he saw Sheila lying down naked in front of him, and he stole a surreptitious glance of triumph in the direction of Donald with whom he had shared quitea few adventures since they began to take an interest in girls. Donald caught his glance and nodded back, as if to say he admitted defeat. Indeed, he was more concerned at watching the others now, for he, too, had never seen a girl take off all her clothes for a boy. He rather wanted to be in Tom's position, but if he couldn't he would enjoy watching him. He was aware, too, that Maria was watching Tom and Sheila, and it suddenly occurred to him if she saw enough she might change her attitude and let him do it to her. So the two of them, keeping close together and necking perfunctorily now kept their eyes on their two friends. Tom was taking off his trousers, the first time he had done this with a girl, and
Maria watched eagerly as he pushed them down his legs and then began to take off his pants leaving only his shirt to cover his private parts. She had never seen a boy's penis and it came as something of a shock to her when suddenly Tom lifted up his shirt and they all caught sight of his erect member, jutting from him at an angle of twenty or thirty degrees, it was rather ugly, she thought,though she imagined that it would be nice to have, it inside her -if it would go in. She could not think how it could possibly go into her vagina without hurting her, and she shrugged her shoulders with something like relief as she remembered that it was Sheila who was going to have it inside, not herself.
Tom had scrambled about in bushes on the Common, finding himself taking his prick from his trousers and somehow getting it into a girl's cunt in the half light. But now he was confronted with a naked girl, lying back relaxedly on the ground, waiting for him to seduce her. He felt a certain embarrassment, a kind of awkwardness as to how to go about it. He knelt down near the girl and pulled her right leg to the side and then edged in between her thighs. Then, lifting his shirt so that it would not be in the way, he bent over Sheila and holding his prick in his hand he guided it towards her slit, not absolutely sure where her cunt would be. Luckily he managed to find the right spot and felt it slide into the girl. Maria saw him holding it in his hand and the next moment it had disappeared and the boy was on top of her friend, his bottom, only partly covered by his shirt,moving up and down vigorously, Sheila's arms round his neck.
At a later period of her life Maria came to consider that, from the point of view of an onlooker, the sexual act was,to say the least, indecorous, even ludicrous. But now she watched every movement of the boy as he fucked her friend, just as she tried to see the reactions of the girl underneath him. So this was what doing it to a girl meant. This was the act of union the Guides mistress had told them about! She felt Donald's penis now hard against her leg, and for the first time in her life she could see in her mind's eye what it looked like. It seemed to her to be even bigger than Tom's, and she wondered how he would have got it into her if she had let him try.
She saw that her friend was wriggling under Tom, crying out to him as she gripped him tightly by his buttocks and moved her body in unison with his. T^e boy had both his hands under the girl and his lips were glued to hers as he continued to move up and down on her, using more force than ever as he rammed himself down on her. Maria tried to imagine what it would feel like to have such a thing inside, but from the cries and moans that escaped Sheila's lips it must have been pleasureable. Very soon after she heard Tom cry out and he seemed to shudder all over and then slump forward on the girl. The girl held him close, her lips on his, as they slowly stopped their motions and then lay still, the boy on top of the naked girl.
Donald tried again to take off Maria's knickers but his efforts were unavailing. As much as she wanted to experience sexual inter course she had been impressed by some of the things the Guides mistress had told her about keeping her virginity for the right man, or at least waiting till a girl was old enough to understand what she was-doing. Maria knew that she was really too young, that it might be better to wait for a while before she let a boy do it to her. She would go on wanting to know more about sex, she would like to go out with lots of boys and she would soon let them touch her vagina, she decided, but she was not yet ready to let them possess her and take away her virginity.
CHAPTER FOUR
Maria passed her eleven-plus examination and was sent to a secondary school in Roundhay.At about the same, time her father got a better job as a foreman and, with the money Gina had saved from her "brother", the family was able to move into a semi-detached house in a somewhat better area called Chapel Allerton. Gina had put enough on one side to buy most of the furniture for it, and there was even a spare bedroom. The Hardisty family was on the way up: from working-class status to that of the petite-bourgeoisie, though, of course,neither John nor Gina would have seen it in this light, or ever used such terms.
The surprising thing about Gina was that she had been little affected by the four years that she had earned money by what must frankly be called prostitution, albeit of a slightly genteel kind. She never stood around those streets off City Square or Boar Lane where, before the new legislation came into force driving prostitutes off the strrets,the majority of better-looking tarts plied their trade. She was scarcely ever seen in the area at all, for once having made a contact with a new "client" she almost invariably went to his flat direct for future meetings. She was sufficiently attractive and gentle to be des desired by a man time after time, and at the end of four years she had built up a loyal and dependable clientele of about half a dozen men that satisfied her mercenary instincts while providing her with a considerable amount of pleasure. For she was still the sort of woman who needed regular sex, with the result that she gave herself to the men she slept with enthusiastically, almost convincing each one of them that she kept most of her favours for him alone, that she might even love him. She had taken care of herself and she spent lavishly on hairdressers,beauty parlours, and couturiers. She improved her taste as time went on, took the advice of the better-educated shop girls, only bought the best cosmetics, never used over-much make-up, and would never have been taken for a tart by a passer-by. She was so clever at dissimulating that her husband never suspected her,and few of the regular tarts that hung around Commercial Street knew her to be one of them.
' Indeed, far from getting harder with the passage of time, in many ways she became softer, gentler, and more relaxed. The chief reason for this was that she was no longer dependent on her husband for the good things of life and she was able to provide for her daughter and her future. She looked on John with a kind of benevolence, as if he were an immature child. Her shrewdness, the result of her peasant background, enabled her to keep a balanced view of things: Her original hope had been dashed when she was young, but for the sacrifice she had made subsequently something had been salvaged. They had adequate means, they had now a moderately decent home, and, above all, Maria had the things she needed and, now she attended the secondary school, she had a place to which she could ask back her friends. Gina somehow chose to overlook the fact that her daughter was an only child who spent much of her time on her own and seemed to have grown more and more independent of her parents in the years since she began school. She chose not to face up to the fact that the price had been paid largely by Maria who had become a lonely, taciturn and often unfriendly child. She wanted to forget the long interval of time that had elapsed since Maria first went off to school and hoped that now she could take things more easily it would be possible to make amends, give her more attention, devote more time to her needs.
Maria started at the new school soon after her twelfth birthday. She wore a green uniform, with a white blouse and brown stockings. She had grown into an attractive child, showed all the signs of pubescence with her swelling breasts and plump legs that would later fine down and become slender and shapely. Her features, more regular than those of her mother, nevertheless possessed that imperfection that is always present in a truly at tractive face. There was fire in her darkbrown eyes, sensuality in her mouth, softness in her olive-coloured skin and quiet determination in her chin. But the fire and the sensuality and the determination would often seem to be absent when she looked pensively and introspectively at the world around her, almost as if she was a thing of the spirit, something evanescent and immaterial. She had even been likened by one of her teachers to a changeling, such, at times, was her remoteness, her apparent unawareness of the world around her. And yet underneath,the fire burned; the curiosity about the world, the urge for experience, the desire to gratify her sensual appetites were only temporarily repressed and would at times take possession of her and lead her into the byways of life that very few girls of her age ever glimpsed.
Her first term at the secondary school was a time of adjustment to the new circumstances and her emotional development seemed to,come to a halt. In a sense she made peace with the new situation, accepted more readily her mother's efforts to please her, and took her lessons seriously. She gave up thinking about the experience she had had with Donald, and what she had seen happen between Tom and Sheila. Sex went into cold storage. The days were full and passed quickly.
But this was a situation that could not last for long. When she began to menstrurate, her longings and desires took possession of her with a new urgency, the days of brooding were over. Menstruation was not a shock to her because she had learned about it from the Guides mistress; nor was the fact that she grew pubic hair. What really troubled her was the fact that she realized that she could now become pregnant; this coupled with her great desire for sexual experience created a problem for her that often preoccupied her as she lay in her bedroom naked on her bed,fondling her already large breasts.
The problem became acute for her when she fell in love with the arts master at her new school. He hod shown that he was aware of her interest in him, and she felt certain that it would not be long before he would approach her and ask her to let him make love to her. What would she do then? She would certainly want him to make love to her, but what if she became pregnant? 5he sat on her bed and pictured him in her mind, seeing him as a kind of Greek god with his fair hair, delicate features and, she had no doubt, his perfect physique. Oh, how much she wanted Him to possess her! She felt her breasts,touched her nipples and as they grew larger and firm, she felt a current of excitement run through her body. She lay back on the bed, keeping her mind the picture of the arts master. Then for the first time she put her hand between her legs and felt her genitals. Her index finger moved along the dark hair that, already ran down both sides of her vulva almost to her perineum. She had been told by the Guides mistress that the lips that ran between the angle of her legs were called the labia, but she preferred to call them her cunt Hop a= Sheila had called them. "My cunt lips," shp said to herself as she caressed them, moving her finger up and down the length of her slit. "Oh, my lovely cunt lips," she went on almost audibly, "oh, how I want a man to stroke them. She remembered that the old man in the wood on the edge of the Common had been the first to touch them when he had attempted to force his thumb into her vagina, and she recalled, too, the day that Donald had tried to fondle her there. That was about the only sexual experiences she had had; yet her friend Sheila was not even a virgin. Nor was her new school-;-nd class-mate, Valerie Walsh, who had had sexual intercourse for the first time that Christmas. She was only thirteen and therefore only a few months older than Maria. But it would not be lony,she was sure, before she would give herself to a man, and she felt that it might be Mr Hutchings the art master. As she thought of him she now began to push her finger between her cuntlips and feel the soft inner lips lying en either side of her clitoris and vagina.
But Mr Hutchings did not make the advance to her that she longed for. The days went by, the Easter term ended, and nothing had happened to her by the middle of the summer term. Once or twice she had walked home with one or other of the boys from her class but they had done no more than kiss her on the doorstep before saying "good night". She went to the pictures with Donald and he tried again to get her to let him fuck her, but . when it came to it she had resisted him, telling him that it was impossible because she had got the "curse". He tried to provoke her by telling her how he had made love to Sheila "just like Tom did that day in Newlay woods," but she had not relented. She decided that it would be better if she saved herself for John Hutehings as he would be sure to ask her to go to bed with him soon.
Meanwhile, Gina had broken the vow she had made to herself never to take a man back to her home. Her husband was working farther away from home than in the past, travelling to Stanningly on the other side of Leeds. He was scarcely ever at home before nine or ten in the evening,often much later than that,and and Gina, taking his absence for certain and knowing that Maria was away at school, weakened in her resolve one day when she met an attractive young man in a pub off Briggate, who was visiting Leeds and had no flat in the town. He was a well-spoken, dark young man of good education, several years younger than Gina. 5he liked him at once and wanted him for her own sake, not for what she would get out of it. But she was unwilling to break the rule she had observed from the beginning, and it was only after trying to find a room in a suitable hotel and finding that everywhere was booked up, that she gave way to his pleadings and agreed to take him back to Chapel Allerton. Maria wdu1d be at school until half past four at the earliest and it was only just one o'clock. They took a taxi to a point about a hundred yards from the house and then she told him to follow her, keeping well behind. She had also arranged to give an appropriate signal from the front window if the coast was clear.
When he reached the house she took him to the spare room. Even if by some awful accident her husband should return unexpectedly all would not be lost. There would be a some chance of the man making his escape while she entertained John in the living-room.
He fell on her at once, pushed her on the bed and kissed her greedily, feeling up her stockinged legs for the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She pushed him off and began to undress, taking off her jersey dress to reveal in her bra and panties her splendid figure.He jumped out of his clothes and again pressed her onto the bed, not waiting for her to remove her brassiere or her panties. He grasped her bra cups and felt the hard nipples urderneath. His prick hardened almost as soon as he touched her and a moment later he was dragging her bra from her and burying his head in the deep hollow between her breasts.
He caught the scent of her body and was almost driven mad with desire. His hands reached down to her thighs, and then began to pull her panties down her legs, pulling them over her knees and feet. She lay there, her massive breasts rising and falling, wearing only the narrowest suspender-belt to keep up her almost transparent nylons. She had a momentary doubt-in her mind as to the wisdom of letting him continue, but as his head went down between her legs and his lips came into contact with her pudenda, his tongue probing her thick cunt lips to stimulate her clitoris as expertly as she had ever experienced it, she abandoned herself to the pleasure of the moment, losing all sense of time and place...
Relaxed she lay back to enjoy the exquisite touch of his tongue, the feel of his fingers on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, 3nd the promise of his hard throbbing prick.
He sucked her clitoris and her whole was immediately aflame with desire; she wanted to feel the hard urgent prick inside her so that she could caress it, possess it completely. The man lifted his head up and moved himself between her parted legs, his throbbing prick sliding up her thigh towards her avid pudenda. Its uncovered knob moved between the cunt lips and the man knew the delight of the first contact with receptive female flesh, the woman the excitement of the first touch of the male organ. Full of urgent desire for each other the prick found the wet warmth of the vaginal orifice and a moment later it was sliding into the soft,ready sheath that gripped and sucked him in. The man then lowered himself onto the buoyant flesh, felt the resilient stomach under his own, then the splendid breasts,, the hard nipples against his chest as he sank into her.
Her arms reached out and pulled him as close as possible. He felt her move with him as slowly he withdrew a little way down her luscious cunt, and then-he was sucked back in again, his prick caressed by her, as he moved deep against the soft flesh of her cervix. Their tongues entwined and his hands moved under her heavy Renoir-like buttocks as they fell into a rhythm that sent shivers of excitement through their tingling bodies.
Gina moaned with a pleasure she had hardly ever known before. The man seemed to give her the exquisite delight she had sought ever since she was seventeen: at last, she had what she wanted and she abandoned herself to the frenzied demands of her body,no longer concerned about the consequences. The man,equally, finding in the lovely dark-haired girl the lustful fulfilment he had never believed possible, forgot the demands of time and business and gave himself totally to the utter pursuit of sexual nirvana. It was incredible that there could be such flesh, such womanly warmth, such heights of pleasure as this girl he had picked up in a bar was giving him.His prick was being caressed in a woman's body in a way he had never known, driving him to a lustful violence that brought him, before he wanted to, to an orgasm of unparalleled, unbearable pleasure. He felt her body go taut for a moment as his hot spunk entered into the waiting flesh and then he knew that he was being bathed at the same time in her love juices, all his desire and lust assuaged. "Oh, I have come," she whispered to him in a voice soft and mellifluous and full of contentment. And then she relaxed and he lay utterly fulfilled in her arms as his limpid prick slowly slipped for her.
"You liked me?" she said to him as the man woke up from a timeless sleep almost two hours later. She kissed him tenderly on his lips and caressed his neck and shoulders.
"Like you? Oh, I have never had anyone so wonderful. How often can I see you? I shall come to Leeds as often as I can now that I've nice you. Can I come here again?"
"I" ought to say no. But if you cannot get somewhere to entertain me, then I shall let you come, my husband is always away in the day and my daughter never comes back from school before half-past four. So I shall have to let you come." She smiled at him as she had rarely smiled at anyone for years.
"I cannot understand why you were...," he hesitated, not wishing to put it into words.
"Yes?"
"Why you were in that pub, waiting there to be picked up. What about your husband? Please explain to me."
"Oh, it's too long a story to tell you now. You should really not ask me questions; just be content with having met me. That's how I'd like it. But I can tell you that my husband doesn't care about me, though, naturally, he would go mad if he found me here with you."
There was a long silence and then he looked at her, holding her chin in his hand. "Oh, my God, you ore beautiful and I shall do nothing but think about you until I come next week. Can I come here on Tuesday?"
"No, please, please do not come here on your own. We must always meet in town first, and if I do not come I shall telephone you. Let us make the pub our meeting-place:"
* * *
John Hutchings was certainly fascinated by the thirteen-year-old Maria. Many a time he stopped himself suggesting a date with her; many a time he pulled himself together as he was about to touch her or put an arm round her as he passed by her desk. He knew that it was ridiculous to think about her. Not only was he twice her age; he was also a teacher into whose care she had been entrusted. She was also a minor and he would be committing a grave offence if he made any kind of sexual advance towards her.
And yet! And yet! The child was beautiful, beautiful beyond belief. And she seemed mature enough to be trusted, and had exchanged glances with him on more than one occasion. And he was certain that it was not because she was a brazen little nymphette for she did not appear to take much notice of any of the boys in the art class as the other girls did. She did not giggle and guffaw as the little hussy called Valerie Coles did, or answer him back with a salacious grin on her face as did her friend Valerie Walsh.
As the end of the summer term cams in sight he became more restive about the girl, more eager than ever to talk to her. Unlike the other masters on the staff he did nothave a room of his own at the school. That was because he wasa visiting master, teaching art at two other schools in the north Leeds area. If he wished to speak to the girl he would be forced to do so during class, or ask her to come to the art room at the end of the afternoon. The only other alternative was the very risky one of trying to see her outside the school, hanging about in the road in the hope that she might come along on her own. When he finally decided to take the risk of talking to her on her own he chose the second alternative, telling her that he wished to see her in the art room at the end of the afternoon to discuss one of her drawings with her. It was a lame sort of excuse, but it covered him against criticism to some extent. She had recently done some quite good work in class, and a case could be made out for having a private talk with her to give her as much encouragement as possible.
The end of term was less than a fortnight, away and after her lesson that week he asked her to come to see him at the end of the afternoon. 5he looked surprised, and then smiled at him, asking him what time she must come.
She turned up punctually and he immediately began to tell her that he had been impressed by one or two of her drawings,adding that she seemed to have quite a flair for the subject.
He found it rather difficult to keep an with the conversation when she simply nodded, looking at him as she did so with her dark, enigmatic eyes. Coming to a full stop, he started to ask her about herself.
"By the way," he said, "you have an unusual Christian name. It does not quite go with your surname. How did it come about?"
She blushed, despite her olive skin, and began to tell him about her Italian mother and English father. "You see I was born in Italy, but my father brought me here when I was a baby. Do you like the name Maria?"
"Yes, it is attractive," he said, and unable to restrain himself he added, "Almost as attractive as you are."
"Oh, so you find me attractive," she said, now speaking with more self-assurance, "I think you are attractive too."
Things, he realized, were beginning to get out of control, ^ere he was exchanging compliments with one of his pupils, a thirteen-year-old child. She had just told him that she found him attractive! He knew that he ought to bring the conversation to a close but he found her almost irresistible, and he knew that in some strange way she liked him.
"That's very nice," he managed to say in the end. That's very kind of you." And now he knew that he was about to take the utterly irrevocable step of asking a thirteen-yearold girl, a pupil at that, to meet him.
"It struck me that it would be quite a good idea for you to do some drawing in the holidays. And if you liked I could meet you sometime to see how you are getting on with it...." The die was cast. She would probably go off now and blurt it out to the whole school, or to her parents and he might well find himself confronted by her father the next time he. came to give his lesson at the school.
But to his relief she said: "Would you really see me during the holidays? I would like that very much," and then, looking down at the floor, her dark hair falling in front of her face, she said simply, "And, of course I wouldn't tell anybody I. was going to see you."
He looked at her, looked at the dark eyes that seemed to be burning with a light he had not seen in them before, looked at the full, sensual lips, the lovely oval face with its fine features, and then at the shapely bosom rising and falling under the white blouse, and he knew that he would break all the rules in the world to possess her beautiful young body.
CHAPTER FIVE
Maria returned home in a dream. She could not believe that it had happened at last,that he had asked her to meet him. She tried to keep the vision of his face in her mind, as he had looked at her when he had said, "If you, liked I could meet you sometime," trying to convince herself that he had not really asked her to sea her drawings. No, she was surethat he wanted her for more than that.
She looked at herself in the mirror as she undressed that night. Her long hair fell across her shoulders, reaching almost half way down her back; if she swung it to the front it fell on her firm, shapely breasts, tickling her red nipples. She put her hands under the soft orbs, cupping them in herpalms and wondering whether he would like them. She wondered whether they were big enough and how she could make them larger. As her fingers reached up to touch her nipples, she felt a thrill of excitement run through her, thought of him touching them and then moving his hand to her legs. She removed her skirt, took off her knickers and let her hand stray to her cunt lips. She lay back on her bed, opening her legs wide, and then she pulled the pair of lips apart and felt the soft membranes of her vulva, moving two fingers to her sensitive clitoris, touching it lightly at first, then gradully rubbing it with more vigour as her randyness increased and she felt the desire to bring herself to an orgasm, a picture of John Hutchings in her mind. She lay flat on her back, arching her body slightly, moving with a steady rhythm as she continued to finger the hardening bud. Her breathing became faster as she struggled to reach her climax, her girlish breasts rising and falling rapidly, panting sounds filling the small room.
And then she cried out as the glorious moment came and she felt the spasms of orgasm flood her body. She lay back relaxed, thinking of the art master and wondering whether he would know the words of Auden's poem that she would like him to recite to her after he had come in her:
"Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.''
She fell asleep at last, eagerly thinking of the day a fortnight ahead when she would be meeting him at t*e small village of Adel, a few miles north of Leeds.
The following afternoon Donald asked her if he could take her for a walk that evening and to her surprise she found herself saying "yes". At the back of her mind was an idea that she ought to try'"herself out for
John. She had no intention of letting things go too far, but it would be a good idea, she decided, to get some more experience of kissing a boy; and she might even let him touch her breasts and her legs. She did not want to let John down by behaving in a childish way ox disappoint him by doing all the wrong things when he made love to her.
When Donald proposed that they should walk through Roundhay Park, she did not demur and let him lead her in the direction of the trees on the far side of the lake where most of the courting couples went. Nor did she protest when he suggested that they should lie in the grass on a sloping piece of ground between two large oak trees from where they could only be seen by anyone who strayed from the pathway. She allowed him to put his arm round her and then pull her to the ground.
He had wanted to "make" her for a very long time and he felt pretty sure that he was about to succeed when she waited for his kiss and opened her mouth to his tongue; eves more certain when his hand went u�der her skirt to feel her knickers and there was still no sign of protest.
He pressed his lips greedily to hers, working his tongue between them and probing with it as far into her mouth as. he could. He had none of the finesse of an experienced man but he knew what he wanted and went after it with a kind of animal abandon. As his tongue roughly probed her mouth his fingers felt for an opening under the elastic of her knickers, and a moment later he was pushing his index finger between her cunt lips, ^e heard her sigh with excitement as he fingered her slit and he was sure that it would not be long before he would be putting his prick in. Now he began to kiss her vigorously almost as if he wanted to distract her for a moment from what he was doing to her below for his finger was now just inside her cunt and he was pressing hard against her hymenal membrane.
"No, please, not there," she said, "no I don't want you to do that to me." And as she spoke she wriggled so that his hand moved from her slit. She pulled him close so that there was little scope for any movement of his hand, but she made up for it by kissing him passionately and stroking his neck with her finger-nails. He was annoyed that she had refused to let him put his finger, in, and he knew her well enough to know that if she said she didn't want him to do something she would not change her mind. He decided to make the best of it and, lying with one leg between hers as she kissed him greedily, he rubbed his prick against her leg and gradually managed to bring on his orgasm. She gripped him tightly as he came and, for the first time pushed her tongue into his mouth, feeling hie palate with the flickering tip.
He lost interest in her as soon as ho came, and, in any case, he did not like the wetness inside his trousers. So he got up from the ground, saying that as it was almost dark they ought -to be going.
"But I thought you liked it to get dark," she taunted him.
"Yes, I do when the girl let me-do things to her," he said with an air of finality.
Maria knew that he had expected to be allowed to fuck her, and that she had been wrong to let him think she-might let him. But she hated to admit to him that she had behaved badly and tried to justify hor behaviour.
"Well, I don't see why you should take it f granted. It's only the second time we' vc been together. Perhaps I might let you do it one day, Donald."
"Oh, you don't have to," said>a piqued Donald. "I've got plenty of other girls that I can fuck."
It annoyed her to be compared with the other girls. She knew that he meant Sheila or Valerie Coles, perhaps both of them. "If you feel like that you'd better go to them then," she said. "I'm not so easy." But it had been a disappointment for her too. She felt that she might have let him go further if he had not hurried her so much.
When she got back home she began to wonder whether there was something wrong with her. At the back of her mind she might even be frightened of sex, she admitted to herself.No that was not true, said another part of her. It was only because she did not really want Donald that she had not let him play with her cunt. For she knew that once a boy got his fingers inside her she would want him to continue and do it properly to her. It would be quite different with a man she really wanted, she was sure.
* * *
The day came when she made her way to the village of Adel. It was a fine August day with a slight breeze blowing. She did not know but it was the day when the young man came to the house. Gina was obviously pleased when she said that she was going for a walk in the country and would be away all day, and she eagerly offered to prepare sandwiches for her.
She wore a blue skirt and blouse, with a wide belt round her narrow waist, a pair of white stockings that just covered her knees in the Continental fashion, and brown sandals, On her head she wore a wide band of white ribbon to keep her hair in place and to show off the pair of gold ear-rings that Gina had given her as a birthday present.
She took the bus and as it approached the village she became more and more excited, at the thought that, she was going to see him again, and at the thought that he might make love to her. She could not believe it!Could not believe that, at last, she was going to be... fucked'. And then she suddenly began to have doubts. Why would he want to fuck her of all people? Surely he would have plenty of girls to make love to, to go to bed with. In any case it would be wrong for him to fuck her; he would be taking a great risk. Why should she think that he would trust her? No, she knew that he would, and together they would take no notice of the silly world that tried to prevent a man fucking a young girl.
Her heart beat faster as the bus approached the village. She had been before, and she knew that round the next bend the village church where she was to meet him would come into sight. The thumping in her bosom became louder and louder and she looked at the person sitting next to her, sure that he would hear her heart beats. But he seemed, oblivious of her presence, bent, as he was, over his racing paper. Then the church came in sight and she could see him standing there looking eagerly in the direction of the bus. When she got up to walk down the gangway, her knees trembled and she thought she would faint. She held onto the seats as she went down to the front of the bus and, a moment later she was getting off the bus and running towards him. She had had visions of him rushing towards her and taking her in his arms, but he stood there and waited until she came up to him. He smiled and took her hand. "So you were able to come? Good!" he spoke as if everything was perfectly normal and usual, and as if the purpose of her visit was really just for him to look at her drawings. But when he smiled down at her she knew that she had not been mistaken.
"You see I live quite near here,Maria. I have a cottage just off the next turning. I think it would be better if we went there,but you don't have to if you don't want to. We could just go for a walk. Come, let me take your satchel. I hope you've brought me some nice drawings to look at."
"Yes, let's go to your cottage," she said, getting back her self-assurance. "I had no idea that you lived here. It must be very nice for you." She wanted to ask him whether he lived by himself, but she did not dare to.
T^ey turned into a quiet lane along which there were one or two cottages in their own ground and standing well back from the road. His was the second along and when they reached it he took a quick look up and down the road before pushing open the creaking gate. "Well, here we are, " he said, "Do you like it?"
To her it was like a cottage in a story book. It was old, a bit dilapidated and surrounded by a mass of bushes and flowers, all growing haphazard and unattended. He pushed the door open and then stood aside to let her in. It looked terribly exciting to her,a room filled with old furniture, drawings, paintings and books all higgledy-piggledy, and a steep staircase going up to the room upstairs in the far corner. There was also a door on the other side which, she found out later, went into a small annex consisting of a kitchen and lavatory.
He waved her into a chair and then sat down facing her and looked at her, his face smiling and happy. "Oh, I am so glad you've come. Of course, you shouldn't really be here. What did you tell your parents?"
"I told them I was going to the county for a picnic. My mother didn't ask me where I was going," she added as if to re-assure him. "She never does."
"And your father?" He was eager to see if she hod told anyone about his invitation to meet him.
"He's away at work all day and he just never worries about me." She guessed now that he was trying to find out whether she had said anything to anyone about meeting him, so she added, "I didn't tell anyone I was coming here."
There was relief in his face, but. he looked a little anxiously through the window towards the gate. He knew that what he was going to do was wrong, almost unforqiveable, but he argued to himself that if they lived in the Middle East or Asia it would not be wrong, and would be accepted by society. And though she was only thirteen, in other ways she had a certain maturity about her. If one had not known her age she might have been taken for fifteen or sixteen. She was intellectually advanced for her age; possessed the poise of someone much older; and physically there was no doubt about her maturity. As he looked at her he studied the sensuous lips, the dark, mysterious eyes, the long neck, and the full breasts, glimpsing for a moment an image of her as she would be in a few years. For a moment their eyes met and he felt that she was aware of what was going on in his mind, that she was fully expecting him to seduce her.
He dragged himself from his chair and told her that he had prepared a cold lunch.He would bring it in from the kitchen. She sat back in her chair as he left the room,completly content, her tension gone, her body fully relaxed, secure in the knowledge that he wanted her. She lifted her legs from the carpet and kicked them in the air for a moment, dropping to the floor again as he came back into the room carrying two dishes laden with hors d'oeuvres. He cleared the small table, pulled up two chairs and invited her to sit down, going back to the kitchen to fetch some other dishes, a pepper mill and a jug of oil and vinegar.
She sat down and silently began to eat the colourful, tasty hors d'oeuvres. He then reached for a bottle of wine and two glasses that stood on the shelf behind him, pouring out a small one for her and a large one for himself. "It won't do you any harm," he said if you don't drink too much, that is." Then he held up his glass and said "Cheerio", and then almost drained his glass. She sipped her glass, looking at him with a smile as she did so. And then, "I've never had wine before. I like it."
"Well, it comes from your country -if I can call it that. It's chianti. Of course you don't remember Italy, but it seems to me that you have a lot of Italy in you. I think you're really a very good mixture." Laughing, he poured himself another glass.
"Yes," she said, her face already flushed with excitement, "I'm like my mother, more than my father. I think she's really Italian." She paused and then she said to him suddenly, "Why did you ask me to come here?"
Her question came as a surprise to him as he had hoped to lead up to things gradually. But he knew that he could never deceive her^and that he would have to tell her the truth, he got up from his seat and went over to the back of her chair, placing his hands over her eyes. "Did you guess?" he whispered.
"I suppose so," she said, finding it hard to speak, her mouth suddenly becoming dry, her heart beating faster.
"And what does that mean?" He realized that she knew the truth but he wanted to hear it in her own words. "What did you suppose I asked you for?"
He bent over and his face was now very close to hers. He could smell her sweet girlish scent, just as she could feel his breath against the side of her face. She was feeling frightened, not because she feared him, but because she suddenly felt that she would fail him.But she had to say it.
"I thought ---," she hesitated, "I -er thought that you liked me," her voice almost inaudible.
"And?"
"And that you -you wanted to make love to me." She had managed to say it and he heard the precious words that brought joy to his heart.
He bent over and kissed her lightly on her forehead and then took his hands away from her eyes and went back to his seat.Then he raised his eyes to meet hers and said "Yes I want to make love to you. Will you let me?
"Yes," she said simply, "that's why I came."
* * *
At precisely that moment the young man was taking off his clothes in her mother's bedroom and he stood there with his erect prick jutting from his muscular body waiting for her to come from the bathroom. When she entered the room she was wearing a bathrobe, but she at once let it fall to the floor and stood in front of him for him to admire her body. He looked as he had done so many times before at the olive flesh, the lavish, full breasts, the round stomach running down to her mount of Venus with its mass of thick, black hair, and then at her magnificent thighs and slender legs. When he looked back into her luminous eyes she saw the admiration and lust in them, and knew that he wanted her as much as ever.
Then he reached out and taking her by the hand he led her to the bed. He let her lie on her back and he lay at her side, his prick pressed against her thigh, his hands feeling her breasts and nipples. Every time he came to her he planned to take his time planned to savour her to the full before he' fucked her, but he was so affected by the sight and feel of her luscious flesh that invariably he no sooner got her on the bed than he wanted to put his prick into her. This time he tried to restrain himself, leaning over to kiss her large teats, taking them in his lips and sucking them as if he were a child at its mother's breast. As he did so he gripped one of the large breasts in his hands and pressed his fingers into the pneumatic flesh. He heard her moan with excitement at the pressure of his fingers and his lips on her the erogenous area. He too was equally stimulated and felt his prick pulsate against her, and, no longer able to wait, he knelt between her thighs and urged his prick into the soft, waiting flesh of her cunt. In less than three minutes of getting onto the bed with her his prick was deep inside her, hard against her uterus.
Heabandoned himself to uninhibited sexual lust, ramming his prick into the moist inner membrane, ramming it into the clinging, caressing flesh as their lips met and their tongues entwined, her arms raking his back, his hands underneath her plumpish buttocks.
He lay inside her for a while and then his flaccid prick slid from her. With his genitals against hers, he fell into an untroubled sleep.
When he woke up an hour or two later quite a lot had happened to the young girl spending her afternoon at Adel. It would undoubtedly have surprised Gina if she had known about it. As it was she was completely fulfilled, and added to that she knew that there would be a nice present waiting for her in the top drawer of her dressing-table.
* * *
"Yes," she had said simply, "that's why I came."
He was amazed at the simplicity and forthrightness of her words. It was almost . unbelievable that she should have understood, and even more incredible that she should have accepted him.She was no ordinary nymphette, nor the brazen type of gamin that he had come across in Paris. How, then, was it that she seemed to understand so well and seemed so ready in her quiet, almost sombre way to fall in with his desires? She was certainly not naive or artless as her school record, the way she spoke, and many other things about her proved.
He was almost frightened to begin to make love to her now. She was an enchantress with some strange secret, all-knowing and all comprehending'. A kind of child godess who had descended to earth to seduce him. Anyway, it was increasingly difficult to look on her now as a little girl just ripe for seduction.
He looked at her and then sat down on his chair again, facing her, trying tn read her thoughts as he took another glass of the red wine. He poured out another small qlass for her, and then once again raised his glass in salutation.
"Well," he said, "here's to our lovemaking if that is what you want."
Their glasses met, she blushed, but she held his gaze, seeming to search his very soul and then said: "And do you?"
"Yes, Maria, of course I do.Naturally I have hesitated because of out ages, and.... especially because you are only thirteen. It is totally immoral for me to make love to you in one sense, even to touch you. But there is something that has compelled me to get you here, and now that you are here I know that I cannot stop myself if you will accept me." He knew that he was speaking too much, but he felt that some sort of explanation was now railed for. He did not want her to think that he was simply a dirty old man, or a mere seducer of young girls.He wanted her to know how much he had thought about her, how difficult it had been for him to come to the decision to ask her to Adel.
They ate in silence, occasionally exchanging ^glances as they moved to the inexor moment when their bodies would come together.
He left the room to bring cold meat and salad from the kitchen, but neither of them seemed in the moud for eating.After ten minutes or so he pushed back his chair and, getting up from the table, he said, "Well, let's relax." He half assisted her to get up and led her to an old-fashioned sofa placed against the end wall under the window. Now he felt her slender, girlish body through her blouse as he put his hand on her waist and sat her down on the sofa. Sitting close to her, he felt the warmth of her body, caught the scent of her hair, and sensed that she was emotionally tense and unsure of herself. He grabbed her, putting his arm tightly about her waist and pulled her close to him, the back of her head against his face. For some time he kept her there, breathing against her neck, keeping his left hand firmly on the buckle of her belt, his other hand then stroking her left arm. Despite all his promises to himself, he knew that whatever she said now he would take her, even if it meant that he would have to rape her. He found the proximity of her girlish body exciting beyond anything he had ever known. Scarcely had he touched her than his prick hardened in his trousers, his whole body trembled with excitment, and he knew that she would give him the kind of pleasure and ecstasy that he had only dreamed about before and never experienced.He bent forward and brought his lips to her neck and kissed her flesh for the first time.
She said nothing, but he knew that she had relaxed since he had taken her in his arms and that she quivered with something that was certainly not fear when his lips touched the back of her neck. Indeed he could have no concept of the exquisite feeling his kiss gave her; herwhole body tingled with delight and her body, coming slowly alive, was filled with unendurable desire for him. Maria now wanted to cry out to him to take her, to do it to her at once, but she somehow managed to control herself, realizing that this was to be one of the most precious afternoons in her life, that it would be spoilt if it were hurried.
He was aware, too, that if he did not hurry or press her she would ultimately open like a flower and then he would have all the exquisite pleasure of her full acceptance of him, enjoy the moment of her utter acquiescence, compared with which forcing her or taking her too fast wouldsimply be stale, flat and unprofitable. He let his lips move gently across her neck, pushing his face through her long hair, till his lips kissed the lobe of her ear with a gossamer-like touch, moved across her neck again to her other car where he kissed her again with the same deftness. She shivered with pleasure, waves of delight en gulfing her body, and she felt the first true stirring of her sex.
He knew that he had set up a current of excitement in her body, knewwithout seeing her face that she was responding to him. The moment would come soon when he would have to swing her round to face him, when he would look into her eyes as his lips moved to hers. Strange though it might seem, he wanted to delay that moment, not merely because he was intent on stimulating as much as he could by touching and kissing her hair, neck and ears but also because he was almost frightened to look into those passionate, enigmatic eyes,to confront that overwhelmingly lovely face,full of sensuality, voluptuous, yet still that of an innocent child. Could he face her after wards if he were the instrument of her fall from grace? Could he look again into those burning eyes?
He continued to move his lips on the soft flesh of her neck, to kiss her hair, and to press his lips against the lobe of her ears, wondering about her gold ear-rings each time he did so. Gradually his mouth closed on her ears and finally he began to insert the tip of his tongue just inside, causing her to quiver with excitement.
And then, suddenly, he swung her round to face him. Her face was flushed, her eyes alight with a fire he had not seen before,her lips revealing a wantonness he had not caught before. There was a profanity about her that seemed to over-rule her innocence* "ow she no longer-seemed to be the sacred idol of his vision; it would no longer be an outrage for him to seduce her. Somehow he felt that her innocence had already been taken away. But no sooner had he come to this conclusion than he was aware of the purity in her face, aware of her unsullied charm, of her delicacy and sensitivity, of her splendid simplicity that it would be blasphemous to destroy.
He felt bewildered. Which was the true Maria? Or was she a strange amalgam of them both? He looked straight into her eyes, now determined to find out her secret, but before he had time to fathom those dark, burning eyes he felt her hot lips on his, her arms on his neck, her soft, slender body pressing passionately against him. It took his breath away and momentarily he was in a daze, unable to act or move. And then, his consciousness returning, he was aware of only one thing:the incredible wonder of her lips on his, their soft yet burning sensuality.now sending currents of erotic delight through his body. She continued to hold her lips to his, allowing him to assuage his pent-up desire for them as if he were a man slaking histhirst, while for the first time in her life she knew the joy of giving something of herself to a man who needed and loved her. They stood together oblivious of place and time, suspended, making their first discoveries about each other, and aware that it would not be long before the avalanche descended on and overwhelmed them.
CHAPTER SIX
John's-conscience troubled him as he took her up the narrow, ricketty stairs to his bedroom.
Oh, how lovely," Maria said as she put her foot on the top step and" looked into the small room under the roof, with its sloping floor, small latticed window, its simple cottage furnishings with a bed under the window covered with a multi-coloured rug.
"Are we going to do it here?" she said "Oh, how wonderful. I knew that it would be just like this when I went to bed with someone for the first time." She swung round to face him and he held out his right hand, took her wrist and pulled him towards him, brushing her lips lightly and then kissing her firmly on each eye in turn, finally implantan almost fatherly kiss on her mouth. It had to be fatherly because, each time he gave way to his passion for her, he felt almost beyond control and he had not yet finally made up his mind to possess her. For one thing she was evidently a virgin, though, as a matter of fact he had not actually asked her about that; for another there was the question of contraceptives. His good sense told him that it would be wholly irresponsible of him to take any risks with her. From every point of view it would be utterly disastrous if she conceived. And yet it seemed so squalid to put on one of those awful french letters with her, so disruptive of their love-making. And above all, he wanted to have his prick inside her unsullied flesh, to be the first to have a naked prick inside her, to feel, her soft, girlish cunt accepting him without anything coming between them.
"Is it all right?" she asked him suddenly, as she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Is what all right?" ho asked her, but knowing what she meant.
"You doing this to me -fucking me?", it was the first time he had heard her use the word and it immediately sent a thrill through his body.
"I really don't know," he answered her honestly. "But we have decided and we will do it whatever the consequences. You musn't tell anyone, of course."
She looked at him indignantly. "What do you take me for?" she said, "I wouldn't have come to see you if I had gone and told the other girls. But, you see, I am frightened of having a baby. That's what I meant when
I said, 'Is it all right?'"
"Look, Maria, you are only thirteen, but I'm sure that you are very sensible and that I can talk to you almost as it you were grown up. I don't think I would have asked you to meet me if you had been just a silly little girl. So, here goes. I want to fuck you and you want me to fuck you--" he was interrupted by her.
"Yes, yes, I do!"
"All right. And I've made up my mind to do it though it is wrong and immoral in the eyes of the world. Then so much for the morals. Now the practical side of it. It's really horrible to have to talk about it like this, I think it spoils it in some way. You are so beautiful and I would just like to take you and forget the world and everything else, but, as you say, you don't want a baby. Now I've thought about this a lot. If you were older and we could take a risk we might rely on your safe period. You know what that is, do you? The times in the month when it's not like ly that you would conceive. When did you have your last period. I mean when did it begin?"
"Oh, it's just finished. It began last Thursday. It's only the third time I've had a period and they always come on Thursday."
"Well, that means you're regular. Now if you have a period every twenty-eight days it means that the unsafe time of the month is from about the ninth day after your period began until the nineteenth day. But, my love it's never really safe; it's just that you are most fertile between those days and much less fertile at the beginning and end of the month. You ought to be unfertile now but it would be foolish to risk it, see?"
"Then what?" she said simply.
"I think I can fuck you-for a long time without coming inside you, and then when the time comes when I am near to coming . '..' I'll come out and put something on. That's the only way. I'm also going to squeeze whats called a contraceptive jelly in to you for added safety. It sounds awful, my dear,but as you say you don't want a baby."
"Good-o: I think you are kind and good and that you would never let it happen to me',' she said, looking at him with admiration."Now do it to me. Shall I take my clothes off?"
"Yes, I'd like you to and I'd like to sit here and watch you if you do not mind. I've never seen a beautiful young girl like you in the nude." As he spoke and anticipated the sight of her naked body, he felt his sex stirring within him, his prick begin to harden, and a tingling in his loins. He had been to bed with perhaps a dozen girls since he he had his first when he was about eighteen, but he had never had anyone as young as Maria or experienced anything . like the thrill of anticipation that quivered through his whole being at the sight of Maria beginning to take off her clothes.
She sat on the edge of the small bed and took off her shoes and then pushed her short white stockings down her legs. He would have preferred her to keep her stockings on, but he did 'not want to interfere in any way with her spontaneity. She then unbuttoned her white blouse, pulled it from under her skirt and belt and, looking at him, slipped it from her shoulders. She sat there, the upper half of her body naked except for a small white bra. He could see at once that she had quite large breasts for her age, and be waited eagerly for the moment when she would expose them to him in all their pristine nakedness. He knew that he would not be able to 'remain seated where he was, that he would rush over to her and take one of her nipples in his mouth. He wondered whether anyone had ever sucked her nipples.
She did not take off her bra, but now turned to the buckle of her wide belt and a moment later she had removed it and was soon unzipping her blue skirt, pulling the zip at the side down towards her hip. Then she stood up and her skirt fell to the floor.
There she stood in boa and knickers, her long hair still kept in position by the band of white ribbon, her eyes looking at him to get his reaction, her legs slightly apart, and her arms now raised above her as if she were standing before a doctor for an examination. He saw at once that she had soft down under her arms, a slim waist, firm girlish buttocks, long, almost boyish thighs and the slimmest of legs, legs that would,no doubt, thicken out a bit later on. But what excited him most of all was the triangle of white knicker that disappeared between the angle of her legs, leaving just a suggestion of dark hair on either side. He could not take his eyes away from the place where her knickers disappeared between her almost golden olive thighs, hiding for the moment her precious secret. He lifted his eyes to meet hers and he saw the question in them.
"You approve?" she asked him, a smile on her face.
"So far, so far, but we haven't seen everything yet. I think I'd better wait before I make a final judgment," he teased her.
"O.K." she said laughing, "I'll show you my breasts." And she reached round, fumbled for a few seconds with the catches that held up her bra and then, when she had succeeded in unfastening them, bent forward and let the white straps fall from her shoulders arms, her breasts falling forward as she did so. Then she raised her head again and stood before him, waiting for his comment.
His prick was erect and hard within his trousers and he wanted to take her there and then. But it was part of their tacit understanding, he felt, that they should take their time over everything, that they should savour each other to the full before the plunge into what might be nirvana -or the abyss. He restrained himself and looked at her breasts almost critically. Yea, they were the loveliest he had ever seen,standing out, like two domes, soft and shapely, white and perfect with deep red nipples -in the centre and the suggestion of a surrounding circular area of deep brown, two or three tones darker than her olive skin. He could not wait any longer to touch them, even if she was not yet ready, and he left hie chair and stepped forward and took them both in the palms of his two hands, held them, let their soft weight press into them, and then reached up with his thumbs and pressed the already hardening nipples into the soft, mammary flesh. He felt her shiver and tremble with delight and press her thighs together as the cerrent of excitment ran from her breasts to her genitals.
"They are lovely," he breathed. "Has anyone else ever touched them?" He-was desperately hoping that she would say no. Self ishly he wanted to think that she had newer been touched by another man, that she had been his from the beginning. But he was vc| surprised when she said, "Nobody."
"But surely someone had petted you and touched your body?"
"No, only an old man in the park when I was only eight or nine. He did, he touched my... my cunt." She blushed and he could see a tear trickle from one of her eyes before she bent down to avoid his glance, burying her head in his chest."Oh, my poor darling," he said. "It doesn't m=+ter, he didn't hurt you, did he?" He was curious and' felt his pri^k throb at the thouqht of an old man fondling and caressing her in the Darn. But he hoped it had been no more than that, "No, he kissed me and pulled off my knickers and began to finger my cunt, but he heard somebody coming and he ran off,"she sobbed as she told him.
"Why didn't you scream?"
She was silent and slowly her sobbing stopped. And then when she was quiet again she said, "Because I wanted to know what it was like to be touched there. It was wrong but I wanted it.. Other people have tried but I haven't let them. And nobody has ever had my bra off or touched my breasts. They are all for you," she ended with girlish simplicity.
He held her close to him, her naked breasts pressing hard against his shirt, her head on his shoulder. Then he lifted her chin so that her face was close to his and saw in her eyes the longing and desire, caught yet another glimpse of the wanton and waited for her voluptuous lips to close on his. When he felt them, they were warm and demanding, almost predatory and, dizzy with the urgency of lust, he pushed her back on the bed, their lips still pressed together, and fell onto her almost naked body, his prick throbbing through his trousers against her thigh.
He pushed his tongue between the wet lips and moved the tip along the upper teeth, and then plunged it deep into her mouth to entwine with hers. She shuddered with pleasure and moved her legs so that he slipped in between them. Now his trousers rubbed against her knickers, their genitals separated by three thicknesses of material. Clinging to him tightly she began to move and rub against him with a steady rhythm and with his prick against his pants, he could nevertheless feel the front of her pelvis as she moved.
She then suddenly stopped her wriggle and released his neck, and then looked into his eyes. Now he saw the purity and delicacy of her face, even though she was flushed and panting, and he knew that they had to' resume the gave they had been playing before.
John stood in wonder, almost in awe at the sight of her naked body, naked for the first time for a man to gaze on, snowing off its unspoiled beauty, its springtime integrity, and, yet, revealing the promise of unalloyed delight. Once again he studied her from head to foot, impressed as always by her long dark hair, the sensitive yet sensual face with its large brown enigmatic eyes and large voluptuous mouth, aquiline nose and firm chin, her slender neck and sloping shoulders descending in front to the splendid breasts, and, below,her narrow waist broadening out to her already sexy hips and, between, the shapely triangle of her pelvis with its prominent mount of Venus covered with her fine, silky hair. Most wonderful of all the thighs, the alabaster thighs of a young girl just after puberty with the slit between them that held out the promise of nirvana for the man who could enter the' gates, a sexual el dorado,the promised land.
"Well?" she asked him.
"Perfect, you are perfect," he told her, meaning the word literally. "You have the most wonderful body I have ever seen.Oh I am the luckiest man in the world." Then he said, "Now you are going to see a man naked!"
She smiled but be could sec that she was trembling. She knew that it would not be long now before he took her, took her and possessed her, took away her maidenhead; not long before she would give herself to him for his lust, open. her legs for him to enter and violate her. One side of her wanted it to happen desperately; her peasant, life-giving, warm sensual nature wanted to give herself to him, to surrender her body to him utterly and totally; but another side of her nature, the prudent, cautious side that in some odd way cherished purity, wanted to hold back.At the moment he began to undress there was still a conflict in her mind, though she already knew which side had won, that, despite hesitations and misgivings, she had to give herself to him. And as she saw him undress any final doubts in her mind were dispelled, for she knew that it was essential to her,to her whole life, that she should have that manly flesh taking her to it, pressing her to the bed, and then using her for its purposes. That is how she saw it even though she would not have been able to put it in those words; she merely sensed the divergent sides of her nature, one "yea-saying", the other nay-saying", and she knew that she wonted to say "Yea". And she was more certain of her need to say "Yea" as she saw him slowly take off his clothes.
She had never seen a. man naked before, had not even seen a man in a swimsuit as far as she remembered. She liked the look of his hairy chest, his muscular arms and the rib.^ lightly protruding from his body. 5he was a little surprised to see that his nipples were as large as her own, and she liked his flat, muscular abdomen. He was unfastening his belt at that moment and she waited breathlessly as he pushed his trousers off, leaving him wearing only a pair of black pants. But the pants did not fit tightly as her knickers did for they were misshapen by his. erect, jutting prick, forcing itself against the material. She had hardly time, however, to think ..about it for a moment later as he straightened up after pulling his pants from, his feet 'she saw why it was, saw for the first time, except for a brief glimpse of Tom's, a man's erect male member. It took her breath away, for she could not believe a man could have a thing so big, or that it could ever go into anyone,let alone her small body. He saw her looking at it, scrutinizing it, saw a momentary unbelief in her eyes, and a shiver of excitement went through his body as he became aware of her admiration for him, for his body, especially for his rampant prick. The admiration was candidly expressed when she looked into his face and smiled, reaching out her arms for him to clasp her to him. He flung out hie arms and a moment later their naked flesh met for the first time, his hard prick pressing against her belly, his balls against her hair.
He kissed her moist lips, felt her temble with excitement, and knw that the time had come to fuck her. Nothing mattered anymore, and there was no turning back.
"You ready?" he whispered.
"Yes," she said almost in a whisper.
"Then at first I'll put my fingers in you to make it easier and less painful when I put my prick in you. Understand?"
"Yes. You can hurt me as much as you like."
"It's bound to hurt you a bit, but I'll do my best not to. And you may bleed a bit too."
"O.K. Go ahead," she said matter-offactly as if it were sud enly the most ordinary thing in the world. But for both of them there had been a sudden lessening of tension; the heightened state of emotionalism they had been in for nearly two hours could not be sustained and they were now back on the mundane level of practicalities, at least for the moment.
He pushed her on the bed and bending over her he parted her legs, feeling the fine flesh of her thighs, and then the softer,more elastic flesh between. As soon as her legs were wide apart he saw the full beauty of her pudenda, the silky black heir running down cither side of the trim outer lips and inside the red, already moist slit with the smaller, inner lips, the button of her minute clitoris and the opening to her vagina. And he could see the flesh meeting again at the bottom of her vulva to form the angle bet we n her legs, the perineum. He had intended to waste no more time but he was almost overwhelmed with emotion and lustful anticipation at the first sight of her treasure. He would never look at her again with the same cool, untainted gaze. It reminded him of Keats:
"Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific -and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien."
Looking at Maria's unsullied, girlish slit was certainly-as exciting, thought John, as seeing the Pacific for the first time. But unlike Corte: he was on his own and did not have to share his vision with anyone else.He had the enchantress that possessed it to him self. She, too, liked poetry he remembered her telling him at school. He wondered which lines would come to her mind now if she were asked to express her feelings at this moment.
She had almost closed her eyes and he sat at the side of the bed and moved his right hand up the inside of her thigh until his forefinger was just touching the bottom end of her slit, his knuckle almost probing between the slightly open lips. She shook as he moved the finger and pushed its tip in between the lips and lightly touched the moist, red membrane. He trembled with excitement as he felt for the first time the symbol of her femininity, touched her most intimate parts. He moved his finger slightly up the slit and she felt what it was like to have someone else's finger on the small button of her clitoris, the most sensitive part of her whole body. She jerked her body momentarily, but he kept his finger on the small penis-like organ and as she relaxed back on the bed he began with infinite delicacy to move his finger back and forth across the tip. The effect on her was electric. She began to roll her buttocks, parted and bent her legs as if inviting him to take her more completely, and moans of pleasure escaped from her lips. Her movements forced her slit against his finger and he was soon rubbing the sensitive bud more roughly, only provoking her to more energetic activity and loud cries of satisfaction. Squirming. and writhing uncontrollably as he kept his finger on her clitoris, now moving it. with great rapidity, she suddenly cried out, "Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, it's marvellous, it's wonderful, Oh, John, oh, mama mial" And then she became still, her eyes closed and she lay there inert and temporarily fulfilled.
He took advantage of her completely relaxed attitude to put his finger into her vaginal orifice. Immediately he felt the hymen preventing any intromission of his finger or penis, and he knew that though fragile enough as a rule she would be tough to penetrate. He felt rather pleased as he would enjoy deflowering her at length, using his hand to dilate the opening and rupture her maidenhood. His prick throbbed and his loins tingled with desire as he found himself pushing his finger into the membrane, screwing it a little to break through it or expand it.
After a minute or two she began to cry out as he probed and pushed into the orifice, saying it was hurting her, each time adding, when he stopped, "But go on1. I want you to do it, make me no longer a virgin." Then she would keep silent for a minute or two,wincing nevertheless with the pain of his slow penetration, and trying hard to suppress heir cries
In another few minutes he got up and went to a drawer in a tallboy near the bed, bringing out a tube of contraceptive lubrica ting jelly. He took off the cap and then put the nozzle just inside her cunt and squee*sd the tube, flooding her with the jelly. "That will help," he murmured to her as he put the tube down and inserted his finger again.
"Oh, I like it," she said, "It's nice and cool."
He continued to manipulate his finger inside the orifice and suddenly the membrane gave and he saw that his finger was covered with blood. She cried out in pain, but still Urged him to go on. And when he thought she could be ar the pain again he found that he could insert two fingers. It seemed wet and bloody inside, so much blood that for a moment he thought of stopping for a bit. But he was now so excited by the progress he had made and at the sight of her blood that he found himself treating her more roughly than ever and, despite her cries, a moment later he was twisting his two fingers in her hole with a ruthless unconcern for the pain ne was causing her. The membrane seemed to give once again and he found that he could almost get three fingers into her.
He moved them in a screwing manner for a few minutes and then began to move them up and down as forcefully as he could. After two two or three minutes, he felt fairly satisfied that he would not now have much difficulty in fucking her. She was technically no longer a virgin: her hymen was disrupted and he had destroyed her maidenhead -and it occurred to him cynically, and perhaps her maidenhood too.
"I've done it," he said. "Have I hurt you very much?"
"No, not really. It does hurt though.. Oh, mama mia, what's all that blood?" She sat up and saw for the first time the blood on the bed and it made her feel nauseated and faint. He ran to her side and took her in his arms. "It's all right, my love, that always happens when a girl is deflowered. But you've almost stopped bleeding now and it won't hurt you much when I fuck you."
She turned to him with her burning eyes. "So I'm no longer a virgin?"
"No, not really. You are a virgin till someone has fucked you even though your hymen has been ruptured."
"Oh, well, when I've had a few minutes rest and I don't feel quite so sore, you must do that to me," she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was five o'clock in the afternoon and young man at Gina's had slept for two hours , and roused by her, had just woken up. When he saw the time he knew that he ought to be on his way, but the sight of her luscious body stimulated him again and he desired her at once and regardless of the time and the risk they would be taking. For Gina's husband had taken to coming home earlier on midweek days,preferring to have supper and then go off to the local in Chapel Allerton, one of those new, pseudo-Tudor houses in the centre of a vast housing estate. At least that was what Gina believed. Little did she know that he had suddenly picked up a floosy with whom he generally spent most of Wednesday and Thursday nights, taking her to the local after a visit to her flat.
"You really ought to be going, Wynstan, it's getting on. He111 be here soon after six you know. He'd kill me if he found me. Might kill us both. He's crazily jealous about me."
"Jealous. I like that considering the way he neglects you. If I were a bit older, I think I would ask you to marry me; that's if you could get a divorce."
Now for heaven's sake, Wyn, stop talking rubbish. If you married me you know that your father wouldn't leave you anything. They wouldn't stand for an ill-educated peasant woman like me, ten years older than you are." She looked at him, kindness in her eyes, and then reached out for him. "Come on then, fuck me if you want to."
"Oh, let me suck you off for a change, and you do it to me," he said as he sat with his legs across her thickening waist and looked down at the bush of pubic hair. Then stretching his legs back so that they were placed alongside her shoulders and head, he lowered his flaccid prick and balls onto her face. She pushed him slightly forward, then took hold of him and put his knob inside her mouth. He felt the exquisite feel of a soft, wet mouth on the tip of his prick, her lips kissing the sensitive rim, and he sighed with satisfaction. Then he buried his face in the depression made by her half-parted thighs and began to smell and taste her sex. At first he did no more than rest his mouth on the base of her pelvis, his nose pressed against her thick cunt lips, but then, almost immediately provoked by the sexy, somewhat fishy aroma of her genitals he began to push her legs wide apart and in a moment he had forced his mouth against her thick,hairy cunt lips, insinuated his tongue between them, and was greedily licking the inner membrane which tasted of her urine, her sweat,.h^r juices &. spunk. He pushed his mouth and nose deep into the miasmal flesh, covering his face in the oozy, viscid secretions. He liked the feel of the glutinous, sexy fluid, with its salty,acrid taste, liked it over his nose and mouth, filling his nostrils with its pungency,liked the squelcy sound as he moved his face in it till he could scarcely breathe or see. The more he buried himself in the slushy flesh of her vulva, the more excited he became, and soon he was moving his prick in Gina's mouth to the rhythm of .his mouth licking her slit.
She was adept at arching her genitals to suit his movement, and at providing with her mouth and lips a suitable, highly stimulating sheath for his now rapidly moving-prick as he began to urge himself to his climax, waiting expectantly for the moment when he would flood her mouth with his semen, and, at the same time, let his nose and mouth sink with satiation, glutted, into the voluptuous, receptive, greedy swamp between her full,Renoir shaped thighs.
Orgasm was not far off for both of them and with some massive thrusts into her mouth as he moved his nose and mouth almost savagely in her genitals, he ejaculated and simultaneously provoked Gina's climax, inundating her mouth, almost chokinq her, while, finding his ultimate fulfilment with his head buried between her thighs.
They were lying in the soixante-neuf position when John Hardisty entered the room.
* * *
John Hutchings lay at Maria's side, stroking her slender forearm. They had been there ten or fifteen minutes, hardly speaking a word, while the girl recovered from the painful time she had had. It was almost a period of anti-climax, and John began to wonder whether he hadn't gone about everything the wrong way and spoilt everything. Perhaps he ought to have fucked her, rammed his prick into her, regardless of the pain he might have caused. By now he would have consummated their relationship, enjoyed the pleasure of her flesh, and, at least, given her some idea of how a man went about fucking a woman, even although he might not have fulfilled .her. She must be wondering what kind of man he was: she had been in the house three or four hours and he had not fucked her yet, behaving like an old fuddy duddy and making a big song and dance about stretching the opening her vagina so that she would not feel too much discomfort on her initiation into sex. It was ludicrous and beyond belief. But, then, he knew there had really bean no alternative. He knew that in the end she would think no less of him for not rushing her to his bedroom. She was in a way a little wanton, perhaps a nymphomaniac ; nevertheless she was much more than either of these. He had seen evidence of both these aspects of her make-up, but the wanton was, he felt sure, subordinated to her fastidious, reflective, introspective side. The wanton would have wanted him to seduce her straight away without regard for the consequences: one mad, glorious initiation. But what about afterwards? The fastidious, introspective and prudent Maria wanted it the way it had been : slow at first, the man considerate of the girl and her needs, but gaining its tempo gradually, inexorably, until it would burst forth tempestuously in an act of initiation that would surpass the ephemeral consummation of an immediate scramble on the bed. This was the consummation he sought for he knew it would be the prelude to a succession of consummations, each, perhaps, more wonderful than the previous one. Something had undoubtedly been lost on the mere level of romantic lust, but the foundations had probably been laid for a glorious and sustained perfection.
These rather ridiculous thoughts went through John's head as he lay at Maria's side with his prick pressing against her buttocks, hisleft arm under her neck, his right arm on her thigh, occasionally moving down to hpknee and then to her calf. She had genuinely been in some pain after he had ruptured her hymenal membrane and they had agreed straight away to relax for twenty minutes or so.He had gone to the kitchen and produced some tea,and had just got back on the bed in the hope that she was feeling ready for him.
She moved round so that she was lying on her back. "I'm quite sure I'm all right now John. It was very nice of you to be so gentle with me, Now I'm ready. I hope I havnt spoilt it for you."
Her discernment was evident. She seemed to have read his thoughts.
"No, nothing is lost, everything has been gained, I think," said John. "I thought about the long-winded way I have gone about things on the occasion of you initiation -," he laughed at his own verbosity, and started again. "I mean perhaps I ought to have fucked you right away, but I'm sure that we've done the best thing. You happy?"
"Happiest girl in the world. I wish I was sixteen."
"Whatever makes you say that.What's wrong with thirteen?"
"If I were sixteen, you might want me to be your wife, or to live with you, or to or come to stay with you. Now it's not at all possible."
He stroked her stomach and his hand then crept to her breasts and he caressed the left hemisphere, rubbing the nipple inside the palm, fondling the flesh round it as if he were massaging it. She was excited by the way he stimulatedthe tissue under the nipple, and it sent a wave of sheer delight right through her body, ending with a kind of trembling in her womb. And this feeling was intensified when he began to stroke her breast from above the nipple downwards with the shaft of her thumb, making her turn her head from side to side, moaning half inaudibly.
When he stopped for a moment, she opened her eyes, looking at him through her long lashes and said, "Oh, I never knew anything could be so wonderful."
He continued to caress her breasts a moment or two longer and then, the urgency of his desire beginning to hurry him,he bent over and took one of her nipples between his lips, pre:.sing the tip of his tongue on to it as he did so. She moaned with pleasure, reaching out to stroke his head. "Oh, oh, my God it's marvellous," she sighed her voice trailing into silence as he began to roll the nipple in his mouth and excite her into calling out, "Oh, go on, do that, do that!"
John had never known the utter delight of making love to anyone as young, as lovely and as unsophisticated as Maria. He was findinq tremendous difficulty in restraining his lust. His desire for her was intense and soon he would find it impossible to be content to play the game of embraces, caresses, and all the other preliminaries.
He moved his hand between her thighs and felt for her slit. Gently at first he stroked her cunt lips, and then slowly inserted his finger between them, lightly touching her clitoris again before attempting to move his fingers into her cunt. When finally he did put a finger inside the luscious, wet passage, sucking her breasts avidly as he did so, she gave vent to a" cry of pleasure that told him her pain had abated.
He had not really devoted the time to her body that it deserved. He should have been content to caress her soft breasts for hours, to feel her shapely buttocks and play with her girlish thighs and slender legs, to kiss her lips and neck, look into her strange eyes, kiss "her nipples and, before taking her bring his mouth to those tender genitals. But now it Was too late. He had to take her without 'delay. He knelt in front of her and then smiling at her he parted her lovely legs, had a glimpse of her slit from a new angle as he did so and then got between her legs. They looked at each other and he saw in her eyes a look of complete confidence and acceptance.He knew that she too wanted him now.
His prick jutted from his bush of pubic hair, and to her, he thought, it must have looked almost menacing. He ran his hand from his balls, up the shaft, feeling its ironlike hardness, its splendid thickness. He bent over he and brought the tip to her open lips.
For the previous half hour she had been in a state of quiet ecstasy, aware that her body was slowly opening out to him. There had been a few moments when her ecstasy had been intensified, but somehow each small peak of intensity had been followed by a feeling that it was spreading through her body.
Instead of the intense feeling of excitement in her breasts, and then the trembling in her thighs that she had experienced earlier when he had caressed her, she felt tremors of excitement diffused through the whole of her body, leaving her flesh transmuted. Every part of her body, from her head to her toes, now seemed to be singing, and each time he touched her the tremulous notes vibrated through her, each time slightly raising the threshold of. her ecstasy. As the chords of ecstatic delight suffused her body, the trembling in her shoulders and spine got their response from exquisite shivers in her legs that ran up through her thighs to meet the waves of pleasure-pain surging from her cunt and uterus. Every part of her body quivered and vibrated, her flesh glowed expectantly, her whole being, eagerly desirous,waited impatiently.
Then the second came when she felt the tip of his manliness meet her cunt lips. For moments time stood still; neither of them moved as the their intimate flesh came into contact for the first time. It was a moment in and out of time, at the still point of the turning world, and everything was still,might be so for ever. Then passion asserted itself and her quivering cunt lips closed on him and he felt the utter ecstasy of her unsullied girlish flesh draw him towards her. He leaned over her, urged himself slightly forward, and as he took her in his arms his prick was engulfed by the clinging membrane, sucked into her as if by a whirlpool.
She felt the man's phallus enter her, felt the powerful, throbbing shaft begin its invasion of her treasure, and then she claimit for herself, sucked it into her, and felt the incredible sense of cleavage that a man's prick gives a girl when it assails her for the first time. He had taken her, she was no longer a virgin; she had been violated and possessed at last. All her cravings were fulfilled, her longings placated, and she knew this was the most wonderful moment of herlife.
And the most wonderful moment of John Hutchings's life too!
He had enjoyed himself sexually since he had first taken a girl somewhat belatedly, eight or nine years earlier. Maturing later than most boys, he had started late; but during his travels to France, Germany and Italy, on scholarships provided by his Art school,or on holidays in the last year or two,he had had the pick of the attractive girls.And they had ranged from the mature French actress, Jeanne Barbusse, a sophisticated woman of the world and the toast of the Paris nightclubs, to little Harriet Greene, an almost pixie-like girl of seventeen whom he had met in his first teaching job. There had also ban the lascivious Levantine courtesan, 5ulamith Rizk, as well as the lovely West Indian, Lia Fermoy. But there had been no one in his experience to compare with the teenage child into whose unspoilt body he had just thrust his throbbing prick, no one whose flesh felt so undefiled, yet so lusciously receptive.
He lowered his lips to her, and slowly began to draw his prick down the clinging sheath before impelling it into her again,now deeper than before, urging it in her to the hilt till he felt their pelvises crush together, their pubic hair enmeshed. His tongue probed her mouth at the same time,tasting her sweet saliva as the first pre-orgasmic spasm took, his breath away-She squirmed and pulled him tighter as he rested inside her, taking a deep breath to inhibit the involuntary spasms of his prick, and then bent her thighs up and instinctively gripped him round the waist and buttocks with her lugs and ankles.
"Oh, my darling," she moaned, J,please fuck me, fuck me!"
Now in control of himself he started to move his prick up and down her lovely cunt with a gradually increasing tempo, using a screwing movement to-provoke and stimulate her to the maximum, probing and raking . the luscious, gripping membrane as her muscular spasms came faster and as her body responded as a whole to his energetic, body-invadingthrusts. His hands moved under her buttocks and, embracing them with all his strength,one in each palm, he dug his fingers deep into her flesh so that he could feel the hard rod of his prick moving inside her. He began to ram his greedy phallus into her with a lustful abandon, felt his prick pulsate on the edge of orgasm, and then in a few moments of tempestuous, uncontrolled sexual ecstasy, he came to a climax he could not control and without warning, no longer caring, he reached the point of no return and sent his spunk into her soft, girlish flesh, now sullied and violated, sent it deep into her innermost recesses, filling her with it and sending her into rapturous cries of delight as she twieted and rolled in uncontrollable ecstasy.
"Oh, I've come, oh my God," he moaned. "I've filled you with my spunk, oh darling!"
She said nothing but pulled him close to her arid then, as she slowly began to relax, she whispered, "Oh mama mia, you came inside me, oh, how lovely!"
* * *
"What the hell....! My God, you bloody whore, you fucking strumpet," shouted John Hardisty as he realized that his wife was lying under the naked man, her mouth to his genitals, the man's mouth and tongue on hers.
Almost exploding he rushed across the room and smashed his fist into the man's face as the latter, only vaguely realizing what was happening, raised his head from Gina's cunt.
Bleeding just below his left eye, the man scrambled up from the woman lying naked and prone on the bed and, with his head down he ran to grab his clothes. In less than ten seconds he had gathered them together, picked up his shoes and had fled from the room, taking advantage of the husband's surprise and bewilderment at seeing Gina, in all her plump nakedness, prostrate on the double bed.
"My God, Gina, what the hell are you doing," ana as he spoke he hit her across her right, breast.
"No, no! Please John, please," she screamed, holding out her hands to protect herself. "For God's sake let me explain, oh, John, let me explain, pie----." He smashed his fist into her breast-again and then brought his left hand with smashing force across her face. She burst into cries of pain and tried to turn over to cover herself.
"No, you fucking whore," he shouted,no you don't and he forced her right shoulder back onto the bed, smashing her face time and time again as he held her down with his left hand.
He continued until he was exhausted end then looked down at the sobbing, bruised and bleeding woman who was his wife. "Now,"he said, his voice loaded with menace, "explain."
She sobbed bitterly, holding her hands to her eyes, and then slowly sat up on the bed.
"Oh, John," she said. "You must try to understand. I have been so lonely ---" Once again he interrupted her with a smashing fist into her breast.
"No-o, oh, no, please, please! John," she cried."Oh, please let me tell you. Please give me a chance to explain." He looked at her full of anger, his face showing the extent of his shock and rage, but this time he gave her a chance to speak.
"Well?" he shouted.
"You'll never understand, John, but I must try to make you." She knew that she could never tell him the whole story of the years she had gone to men's flats or brought the young man back to the house. 5he knew that she would have to invent a story that would explain the young man's presence without giving away everything. She might lose Gina if she did.
"John," she tried to speak, but the pain, humiliation and horror of her situation were too much for her. "John -," she began again, "I met him three or four weeks ago and he pestered me to come here." She was sure he had left the house and felt there was little risk of her story being disproved, however much her husband rejected it. "He almost demanded to come here. I was so lonely for you, in the end I gave way. I know it was terrible of me, but he genuinely cared for me and respected me. I knew that you no longer had any feelings about me." Her voice was low and almost inaudible, and then it trailed into silence.
Then she knew in her own mind that if
She could somehow placate him for the moment she would be able to get away from him, even run away, taking Maria with her. She had some money in the bottom drawer of her dressingtable that would provide for a day or two,and then she could draw from her Post Office account. As she looked ahead at the possibility of leaving him, perhaps even the next day when he was away at work, the clouds lifted a little and she saw clearly that her chief aim was to conciliate him for the moment If only she could tempt him into bed with her!
"I ought to kill you," he said, his rage slightly abated."I'm certainly going to give you the thrashing of your life." 3ut as he spoke he thought of his surreptitious relationship with the girl at the pub, and felt rather pleased that he now had the upper hand. He knew about her, but she hadn't the slightest suspicion about him. It put him in a strong position.
"Well, thrash me, John," she said,"you have every right to. I. promise you I'll never do it again. Thrash me, John."
He wanted to thrash her. A week or two before his floosy had produced a short whip and had asked him to hit her with it.Laughing, she had told him that it made her more randy to be whipped a bit before sex, and lightheartedly he hod given her a dozen strokes or so with it. Then he had found himself getting a kind of pleasure from it, from hearing the swish of the whip as he swung it through the air and from the sight of the red ridges it raised on the woman's fleshy buttocks.
He unbuckled his belt and told his wife to lie face down on the bed.
Without demur she die" so and he immediately brought the belt down on her naked bottom. She wriggled in pain, but hardly murmured, trying to take the punishment without flinching. 3ut as he continued to bring it down onher back and buttocks, she could stand it no longer and began to cry with pain, long wails escaping from her lips mixed with cries of protest, asking him to stop.
He became more and more excited as he saw the red weals on her buttocks and brought the belt down on her with as much force as he could muster until he had her screaming out with agony.
"I'll bloody well teach you to fuck other men, you bloody whore," he shouted. "I'll teach you a fucking lesson." And as he continued to thrash her he felt his penis harden and began to feel a desire to take his wife's body sexually, having assaulted it physically.
He threw down the belt and unfastened the button that had sufficed to keep his trousers up and then pushed them down hislegs and stepped out of them. He then pushed his pants from his leg, his erect prick jutting from his body. In a moment he was on the bed and getting between Gina's legs he felt for her cunt and guided his prick into the wet hole, lowering his body so that his groins pressed against the plump posterior of his wife. He gripped her by her breasts and then began to drive his prick into her, assailing her ruthlessly. For five minutes he drove his throbbing phallus into her almost soggy flesh as she lay face down like a wounded animal, completely submissive to him while he took his pleasure of her for the first ti^e for many a month. His haunches rose and fell with cruel efficiency as he panted towards his climax, his lust fully roused as he fult his prick batter the tender flesh. And then, suddenly, he was coming inside her, flooding her with his spunk.
"There's some more for you," he grunted,"another lot of fucking spunk to add to your boy friend's." He pulled his still hard, dripping prick from her and, getting up from the bed, he smacked his open palm with all his force across her bottom cheeks.""Wow, get up you hussy and get me fucking dinner."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Five days later Gina, accompanied by Maria, took a taxi to Leeds City Station. They had packed as many of their clothes and other belongings as they could into two large suitcases and a large handbag apiece, and by half past eleven they were in the train, bound for King's Cross.
An apparently contrite Gina had gone about the job of preparing to leave her husband without giving him any indication of her intentions. Shu had found Maria opposed to the plan at first, but in the end she had managed to persuade her to change her mind by painting a grim and bleak picture of what her life was likely to be like living alone with her drunken father.It was, of course,the fact of having to leave John that had put her against her mother's plan. However as the time drew near for her to make up her mind,she had finally weakened under pressure, realizing that she would at the most see the art master once or twice a month while having to spend the rest of her time either alone, at school, or in her father's company. She knew that she would find it hard if not impossible to live without her mother, and as much as she passionately desired to see John again she made up her mind to try to forget him in the end. She wept bitterly on the last two nights she spent in Leeds, trying to conjure up a picture of him in her mind and recapture something of the joy she had experienced with him on the day she spent at Adel. She. also decided that she would write to him from London, for he had told her that he would be spending some time there in the autumn.
They spent a few days in a cheap hotel near Russell Square, but after visiting perhaps a dozen estate agents they found quite a pleasant flat near to Chalk Farm. With the money she had saved Gina calculated that it would be possible to live for about three months, by which time she anticipated that she would find a job or, if the worst came to the worst, resume her former activities.
Maria wrote to John Hutchings and told him what had happened to her, asking him to write to her as soon as he could. Almost by return she received a letter from him wishing her luck and telling her that he would get in touch with her when he came to London. It was a kind, sympathetic but brief letter. She was disappointed but long into the autumn she rushed to the hall every morning to see if there was a letter from him to say he would be coming to London, or that he had already arrived. No letter came and as the monthswent the memory of him and the wonderful day she had spent with him slowly faded.
There were some compensations.First of all London which fascinated her. She was never tired of walking through Primrose Hill down into Regent's Park and the Zoo, or up Haverstock Hill to Hampstead and Whitestones Ponds. There was a magic about the Heath as she wandered across from Hampstead to Highgate. And farther afield, when her mother gave her money for fares, she would go by bus to places like Trafalgar Square or Hyde Park Corner, enjoying every moment of the scene as she had never done on similar trips in Leeds.
She was also absorbed by her school life which helped her to forget the art master in Leads. She had been accepted at a Girls' High School near Regent's Park,and for the first two or three terms she seemed to be wholly taken up with her work and the many other school activities. When she was not at school or walking across the Park, she was almost always at home -with her mother who had found work in an Oxford Street store which,by dint of economy, gave her sufficient to live on and provide for Maria. The first year was a desperate struggle and more than once she had to call on her savings, but when she was given a two-pounds rise after working in the shop about nine months things became a little easier.
Maria's sexual life appeared .to have gone underground. ]t had been almost traumattic for her to have her life suddenly uprooted immediately after her first affair. It was not only a sexual experience that she had had with John Hutchings, but also a deeply emotional one. When she left him that evening at Adel Church to take the bus back to Leeds she was confident of seeing him again, and in her mind saw a long succession of wonderful days stretching far into the future that she would spend with him in his cottage. She returned hometo find her mother battered and bruised by her father, and to be told in whispers that they were going away in a few days. It was all too much for her, and it took a long time for the wounds to be healed.
But Maria's instinct for life, and her urge for sexual experience could not be repressed for long, and as she settled down to the routine of her school and home life in London she began to feel the stirrings of desire again. It was not, however, until her second summer in London her pent-up sexuality burst forth and overflowed, demanding to be appeased.
3he was invited to the house of a girl friend who lived in Hampstead. She was an attractive fair-haired girl of fifteen called Joan Brooks.Her parents were rich and the house they owned was large, elegant, and lux urious. It was situated in its own grounds on the edge of the Heath.
Joan had become very fond of Maria and was eager to invite her to her home. She introduced her proudly to her mother, a younglooking woman of thirty-five or thirty-six,to her father, a handsome man in his early forties, and to her older sister, Jennifer, who attended a secretarial college, and her fourteen-year-old brother, Colin. The family took to her at once and she soon began to feel at home. They spent most of the day in the large walled garden, reading, talking and sub-bathing, and it was after dark that Maria finally got ready to go home.
"How are you going back?" Joan's father asked her."It'a a bit awkward from here."
"Not really," she said. "I just walk up to Rosslyn Hill and walk straight down."
"Well, I'm not so sure about that at this time of night, young lady. I think I'd better see you on your way."
She didn't like to object. It was very kind of him to think about her, she thought, and to drag himself from the easy-chair where he was sitting smoking a pipe. She didn't say anything because she felt rather like an outsider, ignorant of their customs and way of life. She supposed it was the usual thing for a young girl to be accompanied by an ad ult when it was after dark. She .gave no further thought to it.
Mr Brooks was waiting for her in the hall when she came down from the upstairs room she had been invited to use for her things. She said "Good-night" again to Joan and her mother, and they were on their way, turning into East Heath Road.
They came to the end of the houses where the Heath extends as far as Willow Road overlooked by a group of charming Georgian houses. He lightly touched her on her shoulder, indicating that they should turn right along the path taking them to Willow Road.
As they walked along the path, out of sight of the road and the houses, he put an arm round her, pulled her up sharply, and looked into her face. "Maria," he said, "I suppose you know how beautiful you are."
She lowered her eye-lids and stood there, her body trembling at the touch of his fingers on her shoulder. He lifted her chin in the air and she was forced to look at him. She was surprised to see the excitement in his eyes, the open admiration in his expresion. Even more surprised when he said "May I kiss you?"
It was all very strange to find the father of her girl friend asking her if he could kiss her. She felt nothing about him either way, neither attraction nor repulsion. She wouldn't really mind him kissing her, but what about his wife and Joan. What would they think about her if she allowed him to? Oh,well she supposed they would never know about it, and no harm would be done.
5he locked into his eyes and, smiling slightly, she said, "Well, if you want to, I suppose you can."
She felt the hot wet lips on hers, almost devouring her as he pulled her close to him. Then his tongue parted her lips and pressed against her own, moving about from side to side. She stood stiffly, unfeelingly for a moment, and then expecting him to take his mouth from hers any moment, she relaxed, hoping that it would end soon. She was thinking that it would be rather embarrassing to look at him next time she went to their home.
He removed his mouth from hers, but keeping his face against her he began to brush his lips against her hair and ears. As he did so his hands moved down to the small of her back, his fingers delicately kneading the muscles of her haunches. Then his mouth moved to her forehead, brushing his lips across it before implanting a kiss on each of her eyelids in turn. She felt a tremor of excitement run down her spine, almost hoping that he would go on if only for a moment or two longer. It was nice to be kissed and a nd held in this way: it was so long since i t had happened to her.
His hands now moved down the back of her skirt, caressing the upper part of her buttocks, then back to her flanks, and down again this time taking her soft, fleshy bottom cheeks in his palms, as almost at the same time he brought his lips to hers again and urged his tongue into her mouth. She felt a thrill of excitement run down her back,communicating itself to her womb; she relaxed her lips to allow his tongue the complete freedom of her mouth and leaned closer to him so that the tips of his fingers slid to the very base of her buttocks and into the depression between them.
He felt fairly sure that he was going to get his way with her. He had begun with the intention of kissing her, really expecting no more of her, but now he found her beginning to respond to his advances. He began to breathe audibly as his desire for her took hold of him, as his heart beat faster with excitement and anticipation, his lust stirred up in a way he; was finding it more and more difficult to control She felt that he was getting out of control, wondered if the time had not come to push him away from her. Yet he must have know what he was doing, she decided, and he would not do anything to harm her in any way. She liked the way his tongue was exploring her mouth, the the waves of sensation his fingers, now deep in the crease between her buttocks, were sending through her body. She did not want it to end.
Despite his lust he began to ask himself whether he was" right to be making love to the young fourteen-year-old. She was his daughter's best friend, she was probably a virgin, and she had been entrusted to his care. Now he was seriously thinking of seducing her! In any case he had already been away from the house longer than he Ought to have been and his wife would begin to wonder what he was doing. He was torn between his sense of responsibility, fear of the consequences, and an overwhelming urge to possess the girl. But the debate did not last long in his mind, his lust triumphed and if she would let him he would take her and damn the consequences. As far as his wife was concerned he would tell her that he had called in at a pub and met somebody he knew.
He withdrew his mouth and, looking at her lovely face and searching her dark, puzzling eyes, he said: "Maria, you are the loveliest thing I have ever known. You must think I am terrible to try to make love to you, and I'll stop now if you want me to. But I want you desperately if you'll let me have you. It sounds awful, I suppose that you're virgin. I know I shouldn't even think about it but I can't help myself. Will you let me?," he ended almost pleading with her.
It had all come as a surprise to her but she was now roused in a way she had not know"since the day-with the art master. 5he knew that it was all wrong, but she didn't really care. Unless she had a baby no one would ever know -and she didn't have a baby last time she had a man just after her period. He was too old for her; it was wrong of him to try to take advantage of her like he was doing and give way to his appetites; on the other hand he was handsome and he knew how to excite her.
She kept looking at him as she stood in his arms making up her mind, and then she let her head go forward and rest on his chest, whispering as she did so:."Yes,I want you to. I'm not a virgin, a man had me once, so that does not matter. And I don't think I'll get pregnant." She reached up now, saw the look of satisfaction on his face, then clasped her arms round his neck.
"Oh, my darling," he murmured,"Maria, my darling." And then caution taking control for a moment he said, "And we'11 keep it to ourselves, won't we7"
"Of course," she said simply. "What else?"
It was dark and they could see lights in Willow Road and then, far away, the red glow of London. Where they stood it was dark enough for them not to be seen, though it was hardly a safe spot for a forty-year-old man to make love to a teenager. Cyril Brooks had had a very successful career on the Stock Exchange and he was prudent enough not to throw it away lightly when there was no need.As it was he was taking a big enough risk, having to trust the girl; there was no need to act foolishly and be caught fucking her on the Heath, risking ignominous dismissal from his firm as well as a prison sentence.
"Look, my love," he said to her. "It's not very safe here. I think I'll just ring my home and then we can go off to a place I know. How late can you stay out?"
"What's the time now?" she asked.
"Oh, it's nearly ten, it's getting on'.'
"Oh, I could ring my mummy and say that I'm staying late at your house and that you are going to see me home safely," her voice breaking into a laugh as she finished the sentence.
"Then, come on." He took her by the arm and walked quickly along the path to the road. A few moments later they were both in a phone box at the bottom of the road, and he was explaining to his wife that he was in a public house in Haverstock Hill having drinks with some people he had run into. Then Maria dialled her mother, pressed the button before she answered, and then, when she did speak, she told her she would be coming home late, but as Mr Brooks was bringing her home she would be quite safe. Her mother did not seem perturbed in any way, telling her not to wake her when she arrived home as she wanted to get a good night's sleep.
"Is it all right?" he asked her,almost anxiously, but also tense with the thought that he would probably be having the girl before long.
"Yes, it's O.K. She won't worry unless she wakes up and finds I'm not there at one or two in the morning. Where are we going?"
"We'll go to a friend of mine in South Hill Park. He's a bachelor and I've known him for years. He's my most dependable friend. He won't mind my waking him. Come on."
Ten minutes later they were climbing the steps to a large flat overlooking the ponds, and when Cyril rang the bell the door opened almost at once on a balding man with kindly eyes who looked about fifty. "Oh,hello what brings you here?" And then, noticing Maria,who was standing slightly to the side of the door, he added: "Oh, you've got somebody with you. Oh, how nice, do come in."
He walked back into the flat, opening a door into a room furnished in the severest contemporary style, with books at one end and a massive record-player with twin-speakers at the other. There was a half circle of low, easy-chairs, a table in the middle, and on two of the walls a number of modern paintings, some of them by well-known artists. Without asking any questions he went over to an elegant cocktail cupboard and brought out a bottle of wine and three glasses. "Here, I've got some exceptional claret here that I'd like you to try. I know it's a bit late to start on a good wine like this, but anyway try it. And what s your name?" he went on, looking with his kindly eyes at Maria.
"Oh, this is Maria," said Cyril."She's my new girl friend."
"Lucky man, lucky man. She's beautiful really beautiful," said Cyril's friend. And then he held out his hand to the girl whose face was flushed with embarrassment, and said, "My name's Oscar, Oscar Levy. Don't forget me, come to me if you're in trouble." He poured out the wine having pulled thecork with the care and delicacy of a man who knew ana cared about wines. "There now, let me have your opinion."
They sat for ten or fifteen minutes, tasting and discussing the wine and then the man got up and said, "Well, I think I'll be turning in. Make yourselves at home and there is the spare room if you want it. Good-night, Maria, nice to have met you. Good-night, Cyril. See you soon, I hope."
They said "Good night" and he left the room.
"I think we'll go to the spare room right away," said Cyril. "0JK.7"
"O.K!"
They went quietly along the short corridor to the spare room, and a moment or two later they stood on either side of the bed undressing.
CHAPTER NINE
The olive-skinned teenager stood there lookacross the bed at him. He was naked. Taller and more massive than John Hutchings, he wardark and his body was almost black with hair. His prick jutted from it but his balls could not be seen for the massive thicket round his groins and genitals. She saw that his prick was bigger than John's, and a gasp of amazement escaped from her lips when ha turned sideways and she really saw how long it was.
But she wanted it now, wanted his animal-like body on hers, wanted to be utterly possessed by him. As for his feelings at that moment: he was simply overwhelmed at the sight of her shapely, girlish body, hardly able to believe that he was going to have her for himself. He got onto the bed and pulled her up beside him, then, holding her close to him, burying her face and body in his hair, he rubbed his prick against her soft stomach as he kissed her with a fury she had never known. Then he pushed her onto her back and, swinging round, he knelt over her, parted her beautiful smooth thighs and pressed his mouth to her genitals. When his lips met the moist, trim labia and his tongue parted them and the tip came into contact with her Clitoris, she almost jerked from the bed as if she had been given an electric shock. She had had the hand of the tramp on her slit for a few minutes, and had had John's prick inside her cunt,but she had never felt such a thrill of excitement go through her body; it was galvanic,and she writhed almost unable to bear it as his lips forced their way between her nymphae to suck the small bud. As she wriggled in ecstasy, he forced her legs farther apart with his hands and, her slit fully open and exposed, he began to move his mouth and tongue roughly up and down, licking and sucking and sometimes blowing as he did so. She squirmed and cried out, reached for his thighs with her hands, pulling them to her face, pushing her lips into the black hair, as he now started to force his tongue into her vagina.In a moment he was forcing it back and forth with a piston motion, screwing it round as he did so with such effect that he provoked her first pre-orgasmic spasms.
He was so roused by her that he felt the heavy weight of his desire building up in his genitals, and now ready for her he raised his head and, his mouth wet with her secretions he turned round, got between her open thighs and put his prick into her cunt, thrusting it deep into the wet, Clinging passage as he let his hairy body submerge her.
It was beyond anything either of them had ever expected. For him the height of libidinous satisfaction to feel the soft, warm clinging flesh of the girl swallow him, and for her it was the utter joy of submission to have his massive prick assail her and then feel his powerful body on hers, almost crushing her, his black hair against her breasts and stomach, his pelvis hard against hers.
She felt a more complete submission than she had done when John had possessed her and she wanted to give herself to him for ever. Somehow her feelings communicated themselves to him for he was aware of her utter surrender, aware that she was giving herself to him almost as if she were his slave. He felt a kind of lustful gratification he did not remember experiencing before, his whole body afire with desire, uncontrollable, ultmate desire that had no bounds nor limit,and that would drive him to madness unless it were completely and fully satisfied. Wild and in a state of delirium he began to drive his massive prick into the yielding flesh of her cunt, forcing it in each time to the very hilt, burying his knob into her very womb.
She cried out as her pleasure became more intense, cried out for him to possess her completely, her body squirming and writhing as the waves of pain and pleasure overcame her, almost unbearable in intensity.
His hungry hands now took hold of her under her buttocks, and holding her in a vice like grip he drove his prick into her with a vehemence that caused all her sensations to concentrate in her vagina and uterus. He was now aware only of the soft, luscious hole into which he was driving his prick, and the soft, yet resilient flesh he was gripping in his hands and through which he could feel the iron-hardness of his violating prick.
The man began to shake as his whole body throbbed with the frenzied lust of near fulfilment, and then, his pent-up libido bursting forth like a dam overflowing its banks, he discharged:his semen into her avid, avaricious womb, flooding it, assuaging her,filling her with a rapturous ecstasy that a woman experiences perhaps only a few times in her life.
"Oh, my God, oh my God," she cried,"oh darling you've come in me."
* * *
She felt guilty at first when she saw Joan again, but in a few days her conscience stopped worrying her as she saw that her girl friend had no idea at: all of what had taken token place between her and her father. She now began to look forward eagerly to her next visit to. the house on the Heath so that she could be in his presence and perhaps find an opportunity to talk to him alone. He had told h;;r that it would be risky to take her home again, but that he would tell her where and when they could meet when she next visited their house.
To her disappointment Cyril and his wife were out when Joan asked her there about a week later. She hardly dared to show much interest in where they had gone, but during the afternoon, when they were lying in their swimr>uit.s on the lawn Joan mentioned casually that they had gone to some friends at Beaconsfield for the day and were not expected till very late. Maria was so disappointed at the news that she went into a day-dream from which she was suddenly disturbed by the touch of Joan's hand on her thigh. At first shewas only half aware of it, but when her girl friend continued to stroke her thigh just above her knee she turned and looked at her in surprise.
The blonde girl looked back into her eyes and said, in a whisper, "Do you like me touching you there?"
Maria was completely taken aback, not knowing how she should interpret her friend's remark. Well, of course, she liked her legs being stroked, just as she liked someone to brush her hair or caress her temples. But if her friend meant it in another way, that was different...Before she could answer Joan said "Does it give you a nice feeling?"
"What sort of feeling," asked Maria, bewildered.
"Oh, well, you knew, ... like when a boy touches you."
Joan's hand how moved a little higher up Maria's inner thigh, and though Maria moved a little Joan's hand continued to touch her lightly.
Maria did not say anything and waited for her friend. "Have you ever been kissed by a girl?" she said suddenly.
"No, no," said Maria, slightly horrified at the. idea. "No, why? Why should I?"
Joan did not answer but sat up in her Jantzen bikini and leant over her friend. She looked at her, saw the burning eyes questioning her, hesitated a moment and then bent forward and kissed her full on the lips. She kept hor lips there for four or five seconds and then, breathless, she lifted her head and said, "There, did you like it?"
"Oh, Joan, what are you doing? Why did you kiss me?" Her words were almost automatic and a kind of defence for as her friend's lips had touched hers she had felt a small thrill at the bottom of her spine. But she did not want to admit it. It had never occurred to her that girls could kiss each other, in the way a boy or a man kissed a girl, and she was suddenly disturbed to think that her friend had done it to her and, even worse, that she had rather liked it.
"Oh, I'm only giving you a kiss ....... you see I like you. There's nothing wrong in it, for one girl to kiss another. I've done it to another girl." As she spoke, still half leani her friend, she brought her lips down to hers again and this time her lips fluttered voluptuously on her friend's. "Oh, no, Joan, please," cried Maria as she felt a tremor of excitement run through her body. "No, you musn't."
"Don't be silly, Maria. It's the same as a boy doing it, er, only it's a bit different. It's terribly exciting sometimes.... of course when there isn't a boy to do it to you." 5he lay back on the grass, and, taking a piece of grass, she began to tickle Maria's ear with it.
Maria was silent for a while and then she said: "Have you ever been to bed with a man?"
"No, not really," said Joan, "at least not properly." And then she looked at Maria's lovely figure, shown off to advantage by her dark-blue swimsuit with white shoulder straps and said, "Have you?"
"Yes," said Maria, her voice very quiet "How many times?" Joan asked her, her breath coming faster.'
"Twice, two different men," she added almost caringly. "One when I was thirteen, one the other day."
"Oh, Maria, how could you when you were only thirteen! You must be a dark horse I think." She was jealous to hear that her lovely friend had been fucked by men, and she couldn't see why, in that case, she seemed to be squeamish about letting her kiss her.
There was a pause and then Joan said, "Come on let's go up to my room, I want you to see something." They got up, their lovely girlish bodies tanned and sweating in the hot sun and Joan walked inside, fo1lowed by her friend. When they got to Joan's room, Maria looked around and said, "What did you want to show me?"
"This," said Joan. She took hold of Maria's face and held it tight as she kissed her passionately, pushing her backwards on to the bed as she did so. "This," she murmured as she gave up her friend's lips for a moment and then edged on top of her oh the bed. "If you can fuck boys you can let me kiss you." Joan held her down on the bed, one leg inside
Maria's and she pushed a knee into her groin as she went on kissing her, forcing her lips apart and her tongue inside her mouth. She continued to kiss her in this way until she suddenly felt her friend's lips respond and her head relax. And then she withdrew her lips for a moment and with her face very close to Maria's she whispered, "Do you like it?"
"Yes," whispered Maria. she did like the feel of the girl's tongue in her mouth and her breasts pressing against hers. She did not want to admit it to herself because she had read somewhere that it was wrong for two women to make love to each other. But she was starved of love, and she was not going to see the man who had-fulfilled her the other day. She longed for the feel of his hands on her, his lips on hers, his prick inside her. It could not be wrong to find a substitute for something so good and satisfying, she decided. In any case her friend was older and she probably knew best. At least she could try it out; she couldn't deny that it was strangely exciting.
"Let's take off our things and then we'll be closer," said Joan. Without waiting for her, Joan pulled the bra of the bikini from her breasts and then pushed the panties down her legs. She was the first girl that Maria had seen completely naked. A little plumper than Maria she had large, shapely breasts, with much larger nipples than Maria, well-proportioned hips and thighs, and long powerful legs. Her pubic hair was fair and Maria followed it from the horizontal line where it began low down her belly to Whore it disappeared in her pudenda. She was now curious to see another girl's cunt, and she suddenly felt a thrill of excitement as she realized she would be able to see what her friend's was like. She began to take off the one-piece swimsuit she was wearing and in a moment the two girls stood naked in front of each other.
Joan at once pushed her onto the bed and, kissing her lips, her hand caressed the soft flesh between Maria's thighs. Maria felt sure that Joan was going to play with her genitals and she waited expectantly for' the first touch of Joan's finger on her slit.
Joan took her time, caressing her I gs and thighs delicately for some time before she put her finger on Maria's cunt-lips. And as she did so she turned to look at her friend's body, climbed on top of her and sat astride her belly. She used both hands then to"part her legs and then she bent over and stroked her finger up the length of Maria's slit, deftly parting the lips and,as she came to the top, gently pressing her sensitive bud. As always with Maria the effect was striking: she wriggled with delight and began to moan pleasureably as currents of erotic delight radiated through her.
"You like me touching you on your clitoris, I can see. I suppose men do it to you, don't they. I'll suck it if you like. You smell so nice I can with you." She bent over and putting out her tongue she pushed it inside Maria's lips and with the tip just touched the small bud. Maria began to squirm as her friend continued, her breasts rose and fell more rapidly as her body began to react to the girl's kisses, and soon she was giving way to moans of delight again.
"What the French call your petit bouton ultra-sensible," said Joan, lifting her tongue from her friend's clitoris for a brief rest. "I road so many French books about sex, they're terribly exciting. That's how I found out about lesbianism."
"Oh, do you," said Maria,-"What word do they use for cunt-lips then?"
"Oh, it depends.. I suppose you could say les parties genitales externes. Yours are neat ones, but mine are tres proeminentes, my dear. Almost ungainly. Want to see them?"
She looked round at Maria and seeing that she nodded her head she swung round, sat across her breasts and, parting her legs, she exposed her genitals to her. Maria saw what she meant: they were certainly very prominent and ungainly. The general impression was one of shagginess, thought Maria. Two thick folds of flesh, covered in hair, running vertically but not trimly like her own. They were more like two heavy, fleshy ridges.
"Go on, touch me," said Joan.
She was in an experimental mood and did not mind; she put her hands out and pulled the two cunt lips apart to reveal a pair of inner lips. She remembered that the Guides mistress had said they were the nymphae. And between them she saw at once Joan's clitoris much larger than her own. Not quite the petit bouton Joan had referred to! It excited her to see it and she wanted to touch it, but hoped that her friend would suggest it to her first. When a few seconds later Joan began t6 say, almost pleadingly:"please, please, touch me."
She >put her finger on the small bud and remembering how Joan's father had fondled and caressed her with his mouth, she felt a sudden thrill of delight as, at the same instant, she sent shivers of ecstasy vibrating through Joan's body.
"Oh, darling," whispered Joan,"Oh,it's so wonderful..."
Maria titillated the little bud more vigorously as she saw the effect she was hav ing on her friend who was now pushing forward her genitals and moving her body with an a circular motion, slowly bringing it towards Maria's mouth. Maria would have been shocked if she had been asked to put her mouth to a girl's cunt an hour before, but now she was so carried away that she hoped that Joan would push her slit into her face. Suddenly she took her hands from her and put them them round her buttocks and pulled her on top of her. Joan's cunt lips were squashed against Maria's face and the two girls lay there together ,Maria. moving her face slightly so that she felt comfortable, Joan wating for what she knew would be the most heavenly thrill of her life -when Maria inserted her tongue in her slit.
When she did Joan bucked from thesheer unexpected intensity of ecstasy that thrilled through her body, and then she pressed herself with all her weight onto Maria's face, screwing her genitals on her mouth and nose, completely out of control as she felt the spasms of orgasm overwhelm her. Maria, underneath, surrendered herself to the hot, wet fleshy genitals, felt her body tremble and shake with delight, and then lay back prostrate, a vehicle for her friend's lust.
* * *
When she thought about her experience with Joan, she felt rather ashamed, and during the weeks that followed she avoided any reference to what had happened when she was with her. Joan, too, seemed shy about bringing up the subject of sex.
Cyril Brooks was having serious second thoughts about Maria, and while he tried to think things out, he kept out of her way whenever he could. He knew that he had done a terrible thing to seduce his daughter's fourteen-year-old friend, and he was filled with remorse. What was even worse was the way she looked at him when they did meet at the house: she looked at him with her burning, questioning eyes, as if she were expecting him to make the next move, but guessing that he had had second thoughts and had not the courage to. She made him feel small and mean and he knew that he would have to talk to her.
His -opportunity came one evening when Maria was visiting Joan in the late autumn. The summer had passed, the girls had returned to school, and he had not seen her for five or six weeks. He had tried to thrust her out of his mind, but every time he walked down a street and saw a teenage girl she forced herself back into his thoughts.
Joan's mother was out and he decided he would take the risk of offering to see the girl home. Maria looked at him quizzically when he suggested it, and then nodded. "Yes," she-said, "I'm afraid to go on my own on a dark night like this."
"Then I'll take you in the car."A few minutes later he had got the car out and they were on their way to Haverstock Hill. 3ut in the High Street he turned right and they were soon at the top of Heath Street, speeding towards Highgate.
"Where are we going?" she asked, after a long silence.
"Anywhere so that I can talk to you. I think I was wrong to make love to you. Maria, and I can only ask you to forgive me. I love you but the situation is quite impossible as you must realize." It sounded pompous and like a prepared speech, but he could not help himself.
"Well, I'm fifteen now. I can't see why you're making such a fuss. I'll be sixteen in a year, then I can do what I like.Oh, I know that you won't marry me," she smiled at him as she looked at him in the half light, "but there's no reason why you shouln't go on making love to me."
A load lifted from him. He laughed."Oh you arc wonderful Maria, the most extraordinary person I've ever met. Viva Maria! Well,if that's how you feel and you are so sure about it, come let's make love again." He slowed down the car and drove along until he found a a flat piece of grass verge where he could park the car. They got out and he led her into Golders Hill Park. As soon as he found a spot where they could lie down, safe from passing headlights, he took off his raincoat and threw it on the ground. Maria gave him a smile that radiated her contentment and lay on the grass waiting for him. At once he lay at her side, kissed herpassionately for a moment or two, then ran his hand up her legs. As he felt her knickers and began to pull them down her legs, he murmured, "Oh, it's been so long, waiting for this, oh my God, my God Maria, you're so bloody exciting." His lust was so fierce that ho practically dragged her knickers from her legs and then, unfastening his trousers, he pushed himself between her legs, pulled out his hard, erect prick and brought it to her body. She felt it touch her lips and then, parting them, slide slowly into her avid cunt.
"Yes, it's been so long," she whispered as she felt the powerful shaft probe into her and excite her most intimate recesses,"do it to me very hard to make up for it!"
"I'll fuck you as you've never been fucked before," he said, his voice now heavy with desire for her. "To celebrate your fift eenth birthday!"
She lay back quickly unbuttoning her blouse and the clasp between the two cups of her bra, exposing her breasts for him. For a moment or two he bent his head over them and took the nipples one after the other in his mouth, twisting them in his lips and using the friction of his tongue against their tip. He hardly moved inside her as he did so but she began to groan and arch her body, roused already to fever pitch and craving for him to possess her. He took away his mouth and let his body rest on hero, his hands under her shoulders, his mouth on hers. As he began to move in her he felt the exquisite grip of her soft membranes on his glans, the luscious consuming warmth, causing his whole shaft to throb and twitch involuntarily. Then the forward thrust into the soft, girlish flesh, deep, deep into it until it seemed inevitable that he would rip her apart, instead of which she sucked him into herself, rasing, the pain of his desire, at once soothing him and provoking his lust. He withdrew and plunged into .her again, the upper edge of his hard prick raking the membrane and prevising against her pelvic bone. Her contractions gripped him again and then he was plunging deep into her electrifying flesh, submerging himself in her. The tempo of his thrusts increased, his buttocks rose and fell tempestuously, and,taking her by her bottom cheeks, he drove his prick in and out of her, piston-like, as he held her defenceless, ravished body in a vice-like grip. She cried out as she felt the almost unbearable ecstasy of Her flesh, felt spasms of pain-pleasure flow from her vagina sending vibrations of utter delight to every part of her body. Arching her body to press it even closer to him and to move in concord with his plundering thrusts, Maria drank from his lips and dug her nails deep into the flesh above his collar. And as the intensity of her senstions approached orgasmic levels, she writhed and squirmed to screw her body to ensure that they would reach that violent climax at the same time. And then as he seemed to move his prick into her with a succession of short sharp stabs, pause for a second, and then drive it deep into her with one all-invading, irresistible thrust that, possessing her completely, carried him into the apogee of sexual fulfilment, she felt the spasms of orgasm overpower her and, his spunk now flooding her womb,, she entered with him that peak of exaltation only granted to two people, a man and a woman, in the successful act of coitus.
Slowly the turbulence subsided and she lay in his arms content and fulfilled, as he, his lust appeased, felt his prick go flaccid and slip from her.
CHAPTER TEN
Maria was content for 'a while to act as a kind of mistress to her friend's father. She saw him almost every week and they made love at Cyril's friend's flat, on the Heath, sometimes in his car. She began to lose count of the number of times he hod fucked her.
But it was a situation that could not last for ever, partly because they had to keep their relationship secret, and partly because a passion for experience was surging Up in Maria that could no longer be checked. She wanted to be fancy-free.
She realized, for one thing, that she had never had an affair with a young man.John had been about twenty-five or six, and Cyril was in his forties. These were the only two men she had been to bed with.
It rather astonished her when, lyingin her bed at night she looked at her lovely body and thought that only two men,-much older than herself, had possessed it. Why not a young men, perhaps one a little older than herself, for a change? She even admitted to herself that she was getting a little bored with Cyril!
She was not a nymphomaniac,but she had a hunger for affection and love that took her pretty close to it. It was her fastidiousness and her fundamental purity that prevented her from slipping into promiscuity. Inevitably, however, a time would come when she would be ready to experiment more freely as she moved towards maturity, breaking the confines of dependence on such a man as Cyril Brooks. And moreover the life-demanding, irresponsible Italian side of her nature, that often burned beneath her calm demeanour, had to break out sometime.
She was in many ways emotionally starved, despite her affairs with John and Cyril. She had missed the influence of her father, and, at an earlier age, the warmth and affection that only her mother, or perhaps a large family could provide.
When her affair with Cyril Brooks had lasted almost a year, she went to a party in Hampstead with one or two of the older girls in her form, and it was the first time in her life +hat she mixed with more sophisticated girls and boys of her own age. For her the occasion was a bit of a fiasco; she was shy and reserved and felt everyone was critical of her. But after one or two more parties of the same kind, she was able to hold her own and began to look forward during the week to the week-end when she was generally invited to a party at the home of one or other of her friends. It was at such a party that she met Charles Craig and his friend, Jack Dover.
They were good-looking, attractive men about-town, and made a bee-line for the seemingly innocent teenager.5he was strikingbeautiful and she had been approached many times by young men wanting to date her or take her home. She had usually refused. But the two men she met now seemed to fascinate her, and she readily accepted an invitation to go to their flat after the party.
They took her in a Jaguar back to a basement flat in Chelsea and soon she was happily jiving with them as well as drinking more wine than was good for her. Though she was surprised that there was no other girl at the flat when they got back, she had not given much thought to it and was soon enjoying herself with her new friends.
The record she and Charles had been dancing to came to an end and they sat down on the wide leather sofa. She was feeling a bit tired and did not mind when she felt him half supporting her. Then Jack came and sat at her other side.
It was rather exciting to have a man on either side of you, giving you all their attention, she thought, even nicer when one of them gently stroking her long black hair.
Jack then took her loft hand and began to stroke her palm, before moving it up her bare arm till he was feeling the hair in her arm-pit. It gave her a pleasant thrill of excitement to have him do that, but she did not think that it had any sexual significance. In fact, she had never really thought about the two men in a sexual sense; she had simply be n taken up with their charming manners and sophisticated ways, characteristics she felt went along with kindness and gallantry. They wore a far cry from the young men who had lived near her home in Leeds when she was a young child, even from the boys she knew through her school friends in Hampstead and Swiss Cottage.
She was a bit more surprised When she felt Charles moving his face closer to her cheek, his hot breath, heavy with drink, invading her nostrils. Then he bent forward and kissed her on her lips. She took them away from him but he pressed her against Jack and taking her in his arms he pressed, his mouth to hers, holding her in his powerful grip.As he continued to kiss her she felt Jock's hands come round from behind her and, putting them down her low-necked frock he felt under her brassiere for her naked breasts. She wanted to push the two men away, but she hod no chance of moving out of their joint grip, nor could she cry out as long as Charles went on pressing his mouth to hers.
"Now don't struggle, my dsar,"said Jack in her ear. "We're not going to hurt you love. Let's just have a bit of fun, shall we? Don't tell us you're a virgin."
Charles took his mouth away so that she could answer and she at once tried to wriggle out of their grip. "Oh, I want to go now," she said, "it's getting late."
She was feeling a bit frightened; she had responded in no way at all to Charles's kisses; and was horrified at the thought of having a bit of fun with them. It might, she thought, mean that they would want to seduce her.
"But it's only midnight. You don't have to go yet. You said yourself that your mother wouldn't expect you till the early hours of the morning. N0w come op, darling, " said Jack, now twisting her nipples in his fingers.
"No, please," she said, and she was about to repeat her plea when she felt Jack pull her backwards onto the sofa, holding her by the shoulders as Charles pushed her frock up her legs and exposed her panties and suspenders, as well as the naked flesh at the top of her nylons. Jack reached out and pulled the frock right up over her belly,tucking it in at either side so the two men had a full view of lower abdomen, hips and thighs.
She kicked out with her legs .Charles had anticipated her and he took hold of her ankles and then pulled off her shoes. Then he knelt between her stockinged legs, holding them, one in each hand, on either side of him. "Look, love, don't struggle. We'll all have much more fun if you don't."
"But I want to go," she said, "I just want to go."
"We'll let you go soon if you'll be good girl for a while, " said Charles looking down at her face as, still kneeling, he worked his way farther up between her legs, now pressing her down on the sofa just above her knees.
"I know what we'll do," said Jack,as he too bent over her, looking at her upside down, "we'll have a pact with you. Be a nice, good girl for half an hour and then we'll take you straight home to mummy. How's that? Only half an hour:"
She didn't really think they could do much harm to her in half an hour. She saw that the position was hopeless anyway; if the two men wished they could do what they liked with her, though she hardly thought they were the kind of men to take a really unfair advantage of her.
"All right," she said, "Just half an hour."
"Now there's a good sport," Charles said. "She's a sensible little girl, isn't she?"
"Very," said Jack, now coming to the outside of the sofa and unfastening the four buttons that ran down the front of her frock. He then undid the clasp of her brassiere between the two cups and her large breasts were uncovered. "God, they're beauties,Jack, aren't they," said Charles. He leaned over her and took one of her nipples in his hand just as Jack took the other and they at once started to manipulate them fiercely. "No, please, no," she said as she felt herself being stimulated against her will.
"That's a nice way to keep a bargain" said Charles, continuing to twist the nipple and then knead the mammary gland at the base of her breast. She tried to evade their fingers as best she could, but she found herself slowly submitting voluntarily to their joint caresses, trying, as she did so, to think of something else.
She succeeded in suppressing her incipient desires, lying as stiffly as she could on the sofa. It was much harder, though when Charles turned from her breast and started to run his hands up and down the insides of her thighs, brushing the back of his hand against the crotch of her panties each time, and then putting a finger under her panties to lightly stroke her groin. Meanwhile, Jack was bending over her bosom and had taken a nipple into his mouth as, with his left hand he, too, began to feel her thighs.
She felt some uncontrollable tremors of excitement in her loins and womb, began to wriggle slightly in response to them, but then managed to control herself and maintain her unyielding attitude. She realized that it was their intention to try to rouse her within the half-hour so that they could then persuade her to stay. If she allowed them to seduce her then, she would have no grounds for complaint. She was determined to last it out.
Charles had his fingers on her belly and began to pull down her panties.She did not help him by lifting up her buttocks, but he soon dragged them from her, over her shapely hips and then down her lovely girlish thighs and her slender legs. As soon as he had done so, his hand went straight to her slit and he at once probed between her trim cunt lips, for her clitoris. She knew that it would now be difficult for her to contain her randyness. She would have to exert every effort of self-control.
He was adept in the way he played with it, caressing it at first with an almost feather-like touch which she found extremely difficult to resist. Combined with Jack's mouth on her nipple, as well as his hand on her thigh, Charles's clever manipulation was having a marked effect on her, and she began to squirm as exquisite tremors ran from her breast to her genitals. She tried to reveal as little of her feelings as she could, but it was hard to hide them altogether.
"Ten minutes up," said Charles after a quick glimpse at Kis watch.
"Oh, well, in that case I think one of us had better fuck her," said Jack. He at once got up and took off his sweater vest and trousers and, his prick already jutting erect from his body, he got on the sofa as Charles moved aside and said, "Come on, my love, let me put it in."
"No, no," she said. "No I don't want you to and I won't let you'.'
Charles was rapidly undressing and as he saw that she was unwilling, unless they used force, he said, "Leave her, Jack, we'll see how she feels in another few minutes."
Jack now sat naked between her legs as Charles leaned over her and began to kiss her lips, inserting his tongue into her mouth. As he began to kiss her with more and more passion, Jack fingered and caressed her slit, trying to finger-fuck her. But Mario pushed his hand away and thereafter he simply worked on her clitoris or moved his finger up and down her vulva. She was writhing now in a way she could not hide or suppress. The two men, aware now that she was beginning to give way, began to resort to every artifice to rouse her, Jack using one hand to excite her clitoris, the other to finger her left breast as Charles, continuing to kiss her? lips, used .both his hands on her right breast,doing all he could to stimulate her.
They were both sweating with their exertions, when, Charles, lifting his lips from Maria's for a moment, looked at his watch and announced "Ten minutes to go." As he resumed his ministrations Jack moved in between her legs and suddenly placed his enormous prick between her cunt lips and held it just inside her vaginal orifice. He saw her close her eyes, wince for a moment, then push her body forward to accept it.
"Oh," he cried out, "she's letting me do it." As he spoke he leaned forward and gave Charles a slight push and then he let his prick sink into her luscious, ready flesh. "Oh, there's a nice girl," he grunted, and a moment later he was fucking her greedily, driving his prick into her adolescent bodyas he slaked his thirt on her lips and felt the crevice of her buttocks for her anus. He used her unsparingly until five minutes later he shot his spunk into her.
Immediately his friend withdrew from the girl, Charles manoeuvred himself between her legs and inserted his pulsating organ into her cunt, squelchy with spunk and Maria's secretions. By the time he was half way to his orgasm she was co-operating completely, and carried away, she moved her body to his rhythm, and clinging to him with her arms as his lips and tongue entwined with hers. Then he sent his hot spunk into her, bringing on her climax at last. She wriggled and writhed in his arms uncontrollably, moaning and crying out in ecstatic delight.
"Well, all I can say is, 'Long live, Maria'," said Charles as he got up from the sofa.
"Viva Maria!", said Jack.
"You want to go now?" Charles asked her.
"No, no," she said quietly. "No real hurry."
"Then we'll have you both together," said Charles. "Ever had a prick up your anus?"
"Up my...my anus. Good heavens no. I didn't know you could do it. It must hurt terribly," she said, her face filled with horror.
"Well, therms always be a first time, and if you can take it, you'll get a tremend ous kick from having two men = She hated the idea, but she was eager for more sex now that she was thoroughly roused and it might be an experience she'd never have again. "All right," she said, " as long as it's not too painful."
"Get the vaseline," said Charles, and Jack produced a tube from the mantelpiece.He threw it to Charles who, taking off the cap, told Maria to lie face down and then, first feeling for her back orifice, began to push the nozzle of the tube into it. After he had squeezed half an inch of the tube's contents into her, he withdrew the nozzle and then pushed his index finger into her. She moved with the pain it caused her, but as he went on working the one finger up and down her passage she slowly began to feel easier. Then he managed to get two fingers inside her.This made her cry out at first and Charles had to stop working his fingers until the shaft of pain abatad. Then he tried again, putting them in more gently this time, and after ten minutes or so he could work them up and down quite easily as far as the sphincter and even beyond.
"Let's try," said Jack. He rubbed his prick in the lubricant and bending between her legs he placed the knob of his prick at the entrance to her hole. Moving so that his prick would enter in the right angle, he bent over her and then pushed his prick hard into the brown hole. She cried out in agony, but he had succeded and, keeping it inside her, he remained still while the shooting abated. Then very slowly he began to move it a little way at a time up and down her now violated passage. She continued to groan a bit with the pain until, in the end, she was able to take the massive prick fairly easily, simultaneously feeling for the first time a slight sensation of pleasure from it.
Charles, roused again at the sight of the young girl being violated in her back passage, had his prick ready to enter her vagina. Jack pulled over onto his back,taking care to keep his prick in her up to the hilt, pulling Maria with him. She now faced upwards. Charles got onto the sofa, scrambling between the two pairs of outstretched legs, and then kneeling down, he guided his prick into her vagina, moving on top of her as ho did so. In a moment or two. he was deep inside her, aware of Jack s prick through the thin membranous wall.
If aver a girl was ravished, Maria was ravished in the next twenty minutes. At a later time she was unable to recall every detail of those moments. She remembered chiefly the two aggressive pricks that seemed almost to attack her body and assail her very being.
Charles kissed her lips throughout; Jack had his hands on her breasts, gripping and twisting her nipples. But everything was focussed on the vaginal and anal passages, all her sensations were concentrated in them and that zone of her body. The whole of her cunt, uterus and anus were burning, torrid with the friction of the two ferocious pricks that assaulted her girlish orifices like a tornado.
3ut benumbed by the assault at first, Maria gradually found herself responding to the symphony of the men's pricks, found herself taking part in it, eagerly expectant of the moment when they would come to their climaxes and overwhelm her.
The climax came after a crescendo of rapid thrusts of their pricks. There was a brief moment of stillness then came the flood of their spunk, invading and swamping her, se ming to fill very corner of her being, exalting her and carrying her away in rapturous delight.
* * *
She returned home, crept up to the flat, and opened the door silently, not wishing to wake her mother. There was a letter on the sideboard addressed to her. It was from John Hutchings. It said that he would be in London on the following day. He said that regretted his long silence, but felt that he taken the bust course. But now that she must be sixteen he felt that the situation was different. He gave her a telephone number and asked her to ring him the following morning.
When she phoned and she was invited to lunch, she accepted eagerly. She could hardly wait to see him. It was not so much that she still loved him; rather it was the fact that she didn't know whether she did or not, and it was vital for her to find out.
She would know as soon as she saw him and spoke to him again.
That evening he took her to his hotel. No sooner had they closed the door behind them than they began to undress.
"Do you really want me to fuck you again after all this time?" he asked her,"especially after what you did the other night."
"Do you really want to fuck a girl that allowed two men to ravish her?" she said smiling at him.
They were undressed and he looked at the girlish body that had grown more lovely and shapely than ever in the three years since he had seen her. He knew that he wanted her more than anybody in the world.5he looked at his fair-skinned body and then at the powerful prick that jutted from his golden pubic hair. She knew that she wanted it in inside her more than she wanted anything else in the whole world.
They came to each other and in a moment she lay on the bed supine, waiting for him to re-possess her. He kissed her fondly on her lips and then without preliminaries, he hastened to take her. She surrendered her body joyfully, longing far the moment when she would feel once again his fluid shoot into her, fulfilling and renewing her.
After the the last thrust of his prick that brought on his orgasm, he heard her cry out, "Oh, how wonderful to feel you coming in me again," and then she, too,shook with ecstasy and joined him in the unbearable delight of union as they assuaged their bodily longings.
"Viva Maria!," he murmured as they fell asleep in each other's arms.
