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PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
Paul Snow was born in a remote Cumberland village. Until he was seven or eight he rarely saw anyone but his family-father, mother and two sisters-the domestic staff and one or two local farmers. Until that age he had no male companions and, as a result, when the time came for him to go away to school he lived in terror at the prospect. His father, an author of distinction, was very keen for him to go to his old school-a small public school some twenty miles away, but his mother was for keeping him at home. In the end it was decided to provide him with a tutor for a year or two and then send him to school. The news came as a great relief to the young Paul.
His father engaged a young man recently down from Oxford who, having a private income as well as a desire to write, was content to take a job that did not demand too much of him. It was arranged that Paul should have lessons in the mornings only, leaving Jeremy Collingwood, the tutor, free to do his own work in the afternoons.
The boy got on well with the tutor and made rapid progress in the seven or eight subjects chosen by his father to prepare him for his public school, Woodmanthorpe. And for the first time in his life the barrier of shyness was broken down between him and another person, for even with his parents and sisters, Paul was painfully shy. The tutor obviously liked him and it was not long before he was taking the young lad on expeditions around the lonely Cumberland countryside. It was on one of these expeditions that Paul first became aware of the fact of sex.
Jeremy was attracted to the attractive fair-haired young boy and when he saw him nude one day after they had been for a swim in the river that ran through the valley of Paul's home he had a great urge to touch his young prick and balls, even to take him in his arms. He had never had a homosexual hump, but equally he had always been reticent in the presnece of the opposite sex. Once or twice at school and up at Oxford he had been attracted to other young men but it had never taken a physical form. Indeed, the young tutor was actually a virgin, though he had masturbated frequently since he was about fourteen.
When he saw the golden body of the young Paul he felt for the first time an urgent physical desire to have some sort of intercourse with him. He did not define it to himself and he certainly did not at first have in mind anything but the mere physical contact he would get from touching the boy.
And so the days went by with Jeremy feeling a more and more urgent desire to get close physically to the young boy.
On the fourth or fifth expedition they bathed again and afterwards sat down on the grass near the riverbank to dry themselves. It was at this point that Jeremy first seized a chance to touch the boy's body.
"Look, let me dry you," he said to the young Paul who was struggling with the towel behind his back. And as he spoke he took the towel in his hands and began to rub the young lad's back. And then he pulled him round and rubbed first his chest and then his stomach. As he did so he looked down at the young boy's good sized cock and balls and felt an almost overpowering urge to touch them. Paul himself was obviously shy to be scrutinized by his tutor and hardly knew where to look as he felt him pushing the towel between his thighs and then rubbing his legs. But he liked the touch of the tutor's hand when it caught him once or twice in his balls and around his pecker and, despite his embarrassment, he wanted the drying to continue.
Jeremy wonder if he dared to make any kind of physical advance to the young boy. He realized that he was taking a grave risk if he did, and that in any case it would be wholly wrong to take advantage of the lad in any way. Yet the more he looked at and touched the young cock the more the urge became irresistible.
"Lie on your back for a moment," he said, hardly aware of what he was saying, and his voice trembled as spoke. The boy lay back and the tutor began to use the towel high up between his legs and then to actually rub his dick and nuts. As soon as he did so the young boy felt a strange thrill go through him and began to relax his legs to the tutor's rubbing. For two or three minutes the tutor continued to dry the boy's legs, thighs, genitals and stomach, and then, suddenly, unable to resist temptation any longer, he began to stroke the young boy's thighs, taking his hands right up between his legs to his crotch and catching his tesitcles with the backs of his hands. As the boy made no move he then took the risk of touching the lad's penis and balls, taking them in his hand and gently stroking them.
Paul felt a strange joy run through his cock, in however an immature form for the first time, and he wanted the stange new feeling to continue. The tutor was now bending over his body and he lightly brushed his lips across the boy's stomach....
It was at that moment that they heard a rustle in the thicket twenty or thirty yards away and hurriedly Jeremy had thrown a towel over the boy and pulled one round himself. A minute or so later the nearby farmer, Gordon Lee, came down the slope, bidding them "Good afternoon" as he reached the river...." and it's a fine day for the river, ain't it," he added in his Cumberland accent.
"Yes," said Jeremy taking command of the situation and realizing what a narrow escape he had had, "Yes, we've certainly enjoyed our swim and it's warm enough to lie in the sun too. But have you any idea of the time, we ought to be getting back, I think."
"It's about four, and I'll be getting along me-self. Be seeing you. So long Master Paul."
Paul mumbled his good-bye but he was still thinking of the lovely feelings in his pecker he s had been going through when the farmer camt up. He .sensed that what the tutor had been doing was wrong in some way especially when he was feeling his prick, that he did not fully understand, but that made it all the more exciting. He wondered whether he dare talk to his tutor about it....
For some days an opportunity did not come the tutor's way to pursue his desires. Indeed, after the shock of almost being caught by the farmer, he began to have second thoughts about trying to feel the boy's cock again. Even if he could somehow enjoy such an experience in private, he was not certain about the boy. How would he react if he carried his touching and fondling a bit further? Would he tell his parents?
A seven-year-old boy does not normally reflect for long on the events in his life. He lives for the moment and what happens one day is forgotten the next. But young Paul could not forget the moment when his tutor had touched his body and "played" with his prick and balls-that was the only way he could describe it. He just hoped that he would do "it" again to him.
One night the young boy came to Jeremy's room to ask him to explain one of the problems he had set him for arithmetic homework. He had come quite genuinely though as he approached the tutor's door he had a strange feeling that some thing might happen to him if he were alone in his tutor's room. It was a late June evening, still light, and he found the tutor sitting in an armchair before an open window looking at the dying sun in the north-west.
The tutor asked him to sit on the arm of the chair, and they leant forward towards the window to let the light fall on the book. Briefly he explained the problem and then sat back in the chair asking Paul as he did so whether he understood it yet.
"Yes, I think I do now, thank you."
"Well, it's late, I'll leave it for tonight if I were you. What do you think of that sunset, beautiful isn't it?" And as he spoke he put his arm gently round the boy.
"Yes," said Paul quietly as he felt the tutor's arm move down his back. "Yes, it is."
The tutor did not move for three or four minutes, and Paul sat quite still. Jeremy was torn with a desire to pull the boy's body to him, to ask him to undress, and even ... but no, he tried to pull himself together....
And then suddenly his homosexual desire won ... He took the plunge.
"Do you remember the day we went swimming?" he asked the boy turning his face to him.
"Yes, I do."
"Did you like it?"
"Y-yes, it was nice ... it was nice when you touched me...." he stuttered it out before he could stop himself.
"Would you like me to touch you in those places like that again?"
"Yes," replied Paul almost inaudibly.
"Well, it's got to be a secret between us, do you understand that?"
"Yes, yes, I do," said Paul firmly.
"Well, if your mother and father are in bed-as I think they are-you can undress and lie on top of my bed." As he spoke he walked to the door and opened it, listening for a few minutes for sounds of activity in the house. But all was quite. Then he turned, closed the door and turned the key in the lock. Meanwhile Paul had gone over to the bed and was taking off his clothes. Soon he was naked and he got on the bed, trembling with the anticipation of the tutor's touch.
Jeremy took his shirt, undershirt and trousers off, but kept on his briefs. Already his prick was stiffly erect and he did not want the boy to see it at this stage. In a moment he was kneeling at the boy's side and began to stroke his body in the half-light. As he touched the boy his legs opened and he cupped his youthful balls with his hand.
Now he bent down and began to kiss the boy's stomach, moving his lips down to his thighs and then back up over his stomach to his small nipples. The boy began to maon slightly as the tutor took his prick in his hand and then brought his mouth down to it, touching it lightly with the tip of his tonuge. In a moment the boy's cock grew hard and firm, perhaps several inches or so longer in length, and almost before the tutor could take it into his mouth a thin trickle of colorless liquid spurted from it.
Paul felt a fiery new thrill pass through his body and he knew that something strange had happened to him for the first time. He lay there excited, his breathing sharp and fast, a tingling down his spine, and a wonderful feeling of release in his pecker and balls....
The tutor was carried away now and began to rub his dick against the boy. His prick was hard and erect and bursting from his pants. He bent down and pushed them down his legs and then, halflying on the boy, began to work his big prick against the young body. His face came down to the boy's and he pressed his mouth against his cheeks, then moved it to the boy's lips. The boy did not resist and in a few seconds he was kissing him fondly as his prick moved up and down on the boy's thigh. Panting harshly the tutor was now moving with great force against the boy and barely a minute had passed before he came in one shattering orgasm, spurting his hot sticky sperm over the boy's stomach and up to his chest. Then he lay there still with the boy in his arms.
Jeremy lay there, the sticky semen dribbling from his cock, with a tremendous sense of guilt overcoming him. "What had he done?" he asked himself with horror in his heart. He had in a sense corrupted the boy, and at the same time committed a grave offense. If he were to be found out ... He knew that he had to make sure of the boy's reaction then he would have some idea whether he could trust him or not....
"Did you like that?" he murmured as he lay at his side.
"Yes, yes!"
"Well, you won't tell anybody will you? You see most people think it is wrong for a man to play around and shoot his wad with a young boy. But as you grow older you have to learn about sex and fucking and I can see nothing wrong in letting you have pleasure like this. When you are older, of course, you will do it with girls and one day you will be able to put your-well, your prick-that's what it's called-into a girl. And that white gooey stuff that comes out of it can give a girl a baby. But I think it's very exciting just to do what we've done, don't you agree?"
"It was very exciting. I won't tell anybody at all, and I want you to do it again to me."
Jeremy now looked at the boy's face, his long eyelashes and fine grey eyes and then bent over and kissed him full on the lips. He took his body in his arms and pressed it close to him. Then he took the boy's prick in his fingers, gently caressed it and from time to time fondled his balls. The cock grew perceptibly in size and then he began to work the forskin backwards and forwards over the dick-head. The 'boy was obviously excited by the way Jeremy moved the foreskin and he was soon releasing short jets of colorless liquid, this time thickening up more like spunk than before. Jeremy now took the boy's prick in his mouth and sucked the white liquid from it as the boy moaned his delight on the bed. And then he lay across the boy again and, kissing his lips, he worked his own erect prick against his thigh, finally spurting his sperm over the boy's cock and stomach.
When Jeremy thought about that evening during the days that followed he was truly horrified. But he had no need to fear, for Paul was delighted and excited with what had happened to him and he began to spend time alone in his room playing with his dick and, in the end, managing to jerk off successfully. He also began to think about fucking, about girls and about his tutor and what he had told him.
The tutor got the boy alone on two more occasions before the summer holidays, and on the last occasion he told the boy, as he lay naked on the bed, to touch his penis. "That's the proper name, but nobody really calls it that, Paul. It's called a prick or a cock and other things, and what I called your testicles are often called your balls. I'd like you to play with my prick and balls if you would like to."
Paul took the man's balls in his fingers and watched the strange movement of the balls within his ball-sac. Then he moved his hand up Jeremy's big prick and finally took it in his hand. He felt it hardening as he went on touching it and he was soon amazed to see the size it had grown to. Jeremy lay back panting with excitement as he felt the boy's fingers touch his good sized dong, and soon he was showing him how to pull the foreskin back and forth over the dick-head. Paul soon got the knack of it and Jeremy lay back as the young boy slowly brought him to a climax. When suddenly the hot sperm began to jerk from him, he took the boy's hand in his own and slowed his rhythm down until he finally held his hand there motionless....
During the holidays Paul looked forward to. his tutor's return but he was to be disappointed. Jeremy inherited a house in Malaga, another legacy, and he decided that he would no longer have to tutor at all and he could henceforth devote his time to writing in Spain. He was sorry to lose Paul but be knew that he would come across other boys and young men. Paul was very upset to be told the news by his father and felt that he had been let down. But he soon forgot him and even, for a time, gave up his sexual activities. Though he would jerk off enthusiastically from time to time, sex suddenly began to take a small place in his life. For one thing the new tutor appointed by his father was a somewhat dour Scot and showed no interest in Paul, except to drive him as hard as he could to work for his entrance examination. For another Paul seemed to be absorbed in various hobbies which seemed to take up his time and energies.
It was not, then, until he went to Woodman-thorpe two years later, when he was nine, that sex was really thrust upon him again. Even then it was only in the form of talk between the boys in his dormitory. It was not until he was eleven and in the fourth term that his sexual activites were resumed and suddenly began to almost dominate his life again.
The boys in the fourth, aged eleven and twelve, seemed to be preoccupied with sex and talk about fucking and jerking off. Paul soon found that a certain amount of mutual masturbation went on in his dormitory. He heard the squeak of beds and the meanings of the boys as they came and shot their loads, and he soon felt a desire to share in what was going on. But it was apparent that most of the boys had paired off and he appeared to be an odd-man-out. It was only when one boy left at half-term that he was approached by a boy of his own age called Randall.
He made it clear at once that he wanted Paul to be his "friend" in the dormitory. Paul accepted the suggestion with alacrity, and that night waited impatiently for Randall to make a move.
He did not have to wait long for Randall soon came over to his bed. He got in beside him and-speaking in a low voice-said, "Do you know what to do?"
Paul was suddenly very shy. He had almost forgotten his frigging activities with his tutor and certainly he felt very shy in the presence of a naked boy of his own age. "What to do?" he mumbled.
"Yes, what to do? I am going to play with your cock while you play with mine." Randall half turned round so that his head was almost under the bedclothes and then he took Paul's prick in his fingers and began to work them up and down on it. Hesitantly at first Paul took hold of his friend's prick to find that it was already quite hard and large. Paul knew that his own prick was now capable of becoming quite large and certainly larger than Randall's! So the two boys began to jerk each other's cocks to their orgasms. Lying on his side Randall was moving Paul's prick vigorously but then he suddenly put his lips to it and took it in his mouth. Paul was surprised at this and was at first reluctant to do the same to Randall. But Randall suddenly called out, "Take it in your mouth" so he took the plunge and was soon sucking avidly at Randall's throbbing prick. Paul came ffrst and Randall took his mouth away and worked him gently with his hand while Paul's hot semen splashed from his dick. When he had finished Randall lay on his back to enjoy his own approaching climax to the full and soon Paul had succeeded in bringing it on, and he saw jet after jet of hot white liquid spurting from his friend's prick....
For a year Paul and Randall jerked each other off but rarely experimented beyond each occasionally keeping his friend's prick in his mouth when he came. By the time he went home for the summer of that year when he was already twelve, Paul's interest in humping was thoroughly roused but he was curious now about girls and dreamt of the day when he would screw one. It was not going to be long before he had his first fuck.
CHAPTER TWO
Paul's sisters were eleven and nine years of age. The older one was an attractive fair-haired girl already showing signs of the approach of puberty. But so far she had not been sexually a-roused though from time to time she had whispered to her school friends about her brother's prick which she had once or twice caught a glimpse of. But Angela-for that was the elder girl's name-had brought home a more advanced girl for the holidays. This was Ursula, a small, dark, plumpish thirteen-year-old who already had full breasts and boasted a mass of black bush hair on her cunt.
Ursula had her eye on Paul as soon as she saw him. She felt excited when he touched her and she began to think of him whenever she was alone. At night she once or twice rubbed her cunny as she thought of him and had some pleasurable orgasms as a result. She hoped that one day she would be able to go into his bedroom and continually tried to get Angela to play games that would perhaps give her such a chance.
One night they played hide and seek. Not a very satisfactory game for four, but exciting enough for Paul and Ursula. In the end Paul and Ursula were hiding together in Paul's room and they were touching each other as they waited for Angela or Vera to find them.
Suddenly Paul wanted desperately to get Ursula alone in his room.
He whispered to her, as if her were taking his life in his hands: "Will you come to my room later-when they have all gone to bed? I want to show you something."
And Ursula gave him an excited "Yes" in reply.
It was after eleven o'clock before Ursula left Angela's room. Ursula waited for a few minutes and then crept along to Paul's room, tapping on the door lightly. Paul opened it and let her in.
"Well, I've come. What did you want to show me?" she asked innocently.
Paul blushed and felt embarrassed now that she had actually come.
"Oh, well-well, I thought you were interested in my stamps and I wanted you to look at them." And Paul went to a bookcase and reached for two large red stamp albums.
Ursula was giggling to herself but suddenly became very serious when Paul began to show her one of the albums as he sat near her on the side of the bed. "That's from Liechtenstein, you know...." and he continued to point out some of the exceptional stamps he possessed.
When he came to the end of the first album he put it to one side and, feeling a little more at ease, began to talk to Ursula. But it was the girl who made the first break-through.
"Do you have any girl-friends when you are away at school?" she asked him.
"No, I've never had a girl friend," he admitted blushingly.
"Oh, well I have some boy-friends," she boasted.
"Real boy-friends?" asked Paul.
"Yes, they take me for walks."
"I'd like to take you for a walk, you know. I like you...."
"Do you? Would you really like to take me for a walk?" she asked coquettishly.
"Yes, I would," said Paul solemnly.
"What would you do?"
"Well, I d-don't know what I would do," Paul answered flatly.
"Well, would you kiss me?"
"Yes, I suppose so." He was beginning to feel excited in his cock and balls by her now and he wanted to put his arms round her and kiss her lips.
"Well, why don't you do it now?" Ursula suddenly presneted him with his opportunity.
"Kiss you now," he said awkwardly. And he looked into her large eyes and began to shake with nervousness, but he bent forward and touched her lips with his. And then he drew away.
"That's not how to kiss," laughed Ursula. "Look you do it like this." And the girl put her arms round his neck and kissed him firmly on the lips, holding him there two or three minutes. And then she said: "If you want to do it properly you lie down like this." She pulled him over so that his face was over hers and then pulled his face down so that their lips met. He could feel her body under him and her wet lips and tongue took his to hers. At once he was aroused as if by an electric shock and he felt his prick erecting and bulging in his trousers. He moved himself into a more comfortable position and placing one arm under her neck he settled down to kiss her with a new strength and passion. She clung to him avidly and soon their kisses were the kisses of abandoned children, their desires fully roused. Paul wanted to touch her cunt and in the end moved his hand to her legs, and it was not long before he had moved it up to her thighs. He felt her warm girlish thighs and wanted to touch her panties but her kisses were too much for him and he was suddenly shooting his load in his trousers and lying exhausted at her side.
"It's very exciting when you kiss me like that," she whispered. "Did you like it?"
"Yes," murmured Paul.
"Shall I see you tomorrow night?" she asked him.
"Yes, yes, let's do that."
Ursula got up from the bed and walked towards the door. "Then I'll see you tomorrow, o-kay?" And with that she had gone.
Paul could scarcely believe that he had kissed a girl and felt her legs. His body trembled and tingled with excitement and a strange feeling of guilt as he remembered the touch of her lips and the feel of her legs under her dress. He was so excited that he took off his clothes and began to play with his prick as he lay back on the bed. He wanted to do something to Ursula, to do what the boys had called "Fuck" her. He moved his body over and took two pillows, arranging them so that his cock was between them, and then he began to move his body rhythmically with his stiffening dick between the pillows. Soon he came, came with more hot sperm than ever before. It was a terribly wonderful feeling and he was able to recall Ursula's face and her lips at the moment of his orgasm....
Next day Ursula came to his room at the time they arranged earlier in the day. They began to kiss each other as soon as she came into the room, and soon they were fondling each other , and lying on the bed together. Paul tried not to get too excited and he did not allow her to kiss him too passionately at first. His hand was up her legs and for the first time he was touching a girl's panties. He ventured to lift up her dress so that he could see her buttocks clothed in her panties ... his body trembled and his hands shook as he looked down at the shapely girlish thighs and saw the panties disappearing tightly between her legs. He at once touched the piece of material that stretched between her legs and moved his finger along the wet panties as far as he could. He knew that on the other side of the material was her private hairy parts Which one of the boys had told him was called a "cunt." He wanted to see a cunt as soon as he could. For one thing he would be one of the few boys in his form who had done so, for another he knew that he would be very excited when he did....
She moved her ass as if to suggest that she like him touching her, and then she opened her legs a little so that he could run two fingers up and down her crotch. He liked the flesh that was closest to the panties edge and he noticed that it was a little browner than the rest of her body. But he hesitated to put his finger under her panties, though he wanted to do so very much. He played for a long time with the pantie material between the angle of her legs, little realizing that he was touching the most sensitive part of her body. Ursula responded with sighs and moans, moving her hips and asscheeks in a sort of rhythm.
Then he took the bull by the horns.
"Can I take your-your-panties off?" he asked tremblingly.
"Yes, if you like," she panted. "Take them off, do."
He could hardly believe it. That a girl was letting him take her panties off, that he would be seeing her private parts, her actual cunt! His hands trembled but he managed to put his fingers under the elastic round her belly and to pull the panties down a bit. But the weight of her body kept them from slipping off easily and she had to raise herself from the bed so that he could get them over her thighs. And then they were half way down her legs....
He pushed them off together with her shoes and he looked down at Ursula's naked legs, her thighs and her exposed cunt....
For the first time he saw what a girl was like and how they differed from boys. It was terribly exciting. There was some dark, curly hair, triangular in area, running down to the angle of her legs where he could see the beginnings of a kind of moist slit and this disappeared between her legs. He touched her bush and moved his index finger to the top of the slit. And then Ursula, who had had her legs together out of a kind of modesty, slowly relaxed them and opened them wide for his inspection.
The slit continued down to her ass as it looked to him, and on either side there were some black hairs. But as she opened her legs wide, the slit seemed to open and he caught sight of pink flesh. He put his finger on the slit and worked it between the lips and felt the wetness of her cuntlips. He did not know where her cunt was but he knew that it was in this area. So he began moving his finger about the slit and then suddenly found a hole. This must be her cunt, he thought. He managed to insert his finger half an inch or so.
Ursula panted and writhed on the bed. "For heaven's sake, go on, Paul, go on touching me there," she murmured.
He continued to move his finger in and out of her cunt-hole but he was now so excited that he could contain his orgasm no longer and as he knelt there he suddenly felt the stuff shooting out of his stiff throbbing dick into his trousrs....
He seemed to Ursula to lose interest for a time and she realized that he had come. But she knew that he would get interested again in a few minutes and that this time he would not shoot his load so quickly. Perhaps, who knows? she thought to herself he would put his stiff prick into her....
Paul was lying at her side and feeling wet with the sticky sperm in his trousers. Perhaps he ought to take them off. After all he done it with boys. What difference would it make if he took them off and was partly naked like Ursula?
He got off the bed and took off his trousers and shorts and then got back at Ursula's side in his shirt and undershirt. Ursula pulled him towards her and she felt his wet dick against her stomach.
She kissed him, wet, luscious kisses, her tongue entering his mouth. And soon he was wanting to play with her cunt again, feeling a trembling and tingling all over him, and a strange heaviness in his balls. He looked down at her and, lifting up her dress, he now saw for the first time the whole of her stomach, waist, thighs and legs with her moist slit between. His hand sought the twat-hole again and soon he was moving his fingers up and down her cunt. As he did so the girl reached out for his prick, which was still small, and she took it in her hands. It felt tremendous to him, much better than when boys did it to him....
He wanted to run his cock against her body as he had done with the pillows, kissing her at the same time. But he wondered what she would think if her shot his load right on her ... He bent over her and let his prick touch her right thigh and then settling into an appropriate position he began to kiss her as he moved his prick against her. She had had to let go as he had put his weight onto her and pressed his dick against her, so she took him in her arms and drew him to her. She would like to have had him inside her vagina but it had never happened to her before and she was not quite sure what would happen or even what they would do ... And she was old enough to have babies, she told herself.
So he rubbed his prick energetically against her leg and, kissing her with all his power, thrusting his tongue into her, he suddenly felt the tremendous tingling that came before his orgasm. And then his hot white creamy froth was spurting over her, some of it onto her slit, as he slumped down on top of her, keeping his lips pressed to hers, her hands touching his shoulders.
If only it had been inside her, the girl was thinking as Paul lay quietly in her arms, regaining his breath....
It so happened that Paul did not actually fuck Ursula that holiday though they came even a little closer when they were together the following night, when he did it between her legs. But for the last three days before Ursula left they were unable to get together alone, and at the end of the week Paul was alone with his sister again and-his memories of Ursula. He would think of her naked cunt and jerk off.
The holiday ended and he was back at school in the fifth term....
He was desperately preoccupied with sex and waited impatiently until lights out the first night of the new term. Perhaps Randall, who had come up with him, would come to his bed.
Randall came to him as soon as the lights were out and he said that he had had a wonderful experience during the holidays. A young man he had gone into the country with had shoved his prick right up his asshole, and he had been terribly excited by it. Would Paul do it to him?
At first Paul scarcely understood him. "Put his cock into your asshole?" he asked.
"Yes, his prick. It's like putting it into a girl, but a boy hasn't got a cunt, but he has an ass-you know, the asshole. He shoved it into me and fucked me as if I was a girl."
Paul saw what he meant and it seemed very exciting. Why, if Randall would let him do that, fucking a girl would not be so urgent. But would it be like a cunt? It couldn't really feel the same.
Randall was touching Paul's prick and making it very hard. And Paul was feeling the desire to come as soon as possible when he felt Randall's hand expertly working the foreskin back and forth over the head of his throbbing cock.
"Now," said Randall, "wet your prick as much as you can and try to shove it up my asshole.
I'm going to lie on my stomach."
With that Randall lay face down on the bed and Paul got between the boy's legs. He was shaking with a mixture of apprehension and excitement and scarcely know what he was doing as he kept wetting his hand with saliva and transferring it to his prick. Then Randall reached round and tried to guide his stiff wet dong towards his anus.
At first they could not find the right spot, but in the end Paul's prick was pressing hard at the opening to Randall's rectum. And surprsingly Paul's prick entered his asshole fairly easily for about half an inch. Then he began to press hard as Randall began to groan with the pain ... pain. Try as he would he could not get his prick all the way up Randall's asshole.
Randall turned round and said that he thought the man had used vaseline to lubricate his anus becuase it had not been very painful, only a little at the beginning and then the man's big dick slid in easily. But tonight he could not take it; it was, he said, agonizing.
So Paul had come near again to putting his prick into a warm hole, but without succeeding....
Randall took Paul's prick in his mouth and moved it rapidly between his lips, using his tongue on the head as he did so. And in a few minutes Paul was sending his boiling hot sperm into Randall's mouth, relieved at last of his pent-up desires....
For some reason the two boys did not pursue the idea of Paul buggering Randall up his asshole and the term went on repeating the pattern of the previous term: Randall would come to Paul's bed every night and they would indulge in their favorite pastime of mutual masturbation. But then an incident took place that took Paul a further step on the road of sexual adventure. But he was not to achieve quite what he wanted; he was to be buggered up his own asshole!
One of the teachers had taken a special interest in Paul, though Pauld had not been particularly aware of it. After half-term he had been appointed housemaster over Paul's house and he had the responsibility of seeing that rules were not transgressed after lights out. One night he came into the dormitory and found Randall and Paul jerking off together in bed, as he had rather hoped he would. Without making any fuss a-bout it right then and there, he told them to report to him next day after school.
CHAPTER THREE
"Snow, you may come in!"
Mr. Brancker spoke sharply as Paul knocked. All day he had been hearing from various boys the dire-penalties that would follow from being caught in bed frigging or jerking off with another boy, and he was filled with gloom and hopelessness as he walked into Mr. Brancker's room.
"Well, I have dealt with your friend. I gave him certain choices and he was wise enough to accept the right one, otherwise it would have meant going to the Headmaster and then being expelled. I think it only right that you should have an opportunity to make such a choice. The choice its between expulsion and your agreeing to let me punish you in any way I think fit. Now what is it to be?"
Paul jumped at the chance. Well, if he were kept in for the rest of the term, or even caned on his bare ass it would be nothing compared with the ignominy of expulsion and being sent back to his home.
"Oh, sir, of course I will accept any punishment you care to give me," he said almost too eagerly.
"All right then. I want you to take off all your clothes. I am going to give you twelve lashes with my cane across your naked body, and then I shall give you the rest of the punishment. Undress."
Paul was surprised to be asked to undress but he did so and stood naked in front of the young master.
"Now, get over that chair!"
Paul lay across the chair indicated with his ass uppermost and waited for the punishment to begin.
"I am thrashing you because you have transgressed. You understand? What do you think you are playing at, frigging about in bed with another boy. Perhaps you would think differently if someone had buggered you. Indeed, it might teach you a lesson if you were buggered yourself, for I understand that you made an attempt with Randall to put your prick up his asshole! Is that so?"
As he spoke he began to bring the cane down across Paul's ass. He gave him twelve sharp quick strokes on his reddening asscheeks and at the end of it Paul was tingling with the pain and unpleasantness in his buttocks. But the punishment had not really hurt him and he was more concerned about the master's remarks about being buggered.
"Now," Mr. Brancker spoke as if he found it hard to get his breath easily, "now I am going to bugger you right up your asshole! I think that it's the best way of making the punishment fit the crime. Do you agree to that?"
"Yes," Paul replied quietly as he remembered the pain he had caused Randall's rectum.
"You had better get on the divan, with a cushion under your thighs."
Paul went over and arranged himself as the teacher had requested. Then he felt a glass applicator of some kind being pushed up his anus and he guessed that it was some form of lubricant. Suddenly sex had taken a strange turn for him. After the fun he had had with his first tutor, the mutual joys of masturbation with Randall, and above all his two or three nights with Ursula, he was now to be buggered, buggered without any nonsense, right up his rectum with a big grownup prick. It seemed that frigging around was not always so pleasurable....
The man was naked now as Paul could see out of the corner of his eyes, and he could also see that he was ready for him, his tremendous prick jutting from his body. He was rubbing some kind of lubricant over it and looking across at Paul with a flushed face and panting.
And then Paul felt the man touching his ass, then parting his legs and buttocks and feeling for his anus. Then the man got between his legs and bent down over him. His stomach was against Paul's lower back and then he felt the man's hard prick touching the opening to his rectum.
Tense with the thought of the sudden pain he would feel he waited. And then there was a sudden shot of red pain going through him as the prick went into him, deep into his very asshole. The man lay on top of him and kept still as Paul felt the burning sensations gradually subside....
And now the man took Paul under the shoulders, his hot breath on his neck, and began to move his prick into Paul's anus, down so far and then up again, up hard against the very apex of his asshole ... Paul felt a strange feeling of pain and apprehension that soon gave way to a tentative excitement as the man began to use his prick on his anus as if it were a cunt.
This was screwing then, thought Paul, but in reverse. He had wanted to fuck Ursula but now he was being fucked. It was his first experience with actual intercourse....
The teacher rammed his prick harder and more ruthlessly into the boy's anus and the boy began to like it. He felt his own cock hardening as he became aware of the feeling inside his asshole-not a definite sexual feeling at first, but later ... later he wanted to be the subject of the man's hump-lust. At least that is how he might have described it had he been older.
In and out the master rammed his huge dong and then Paul heard him breathing harshly, grunting with satisfaction as he approached his climax ... and then.
Then the man came in him, shooting his hot load convulsively.
Paul felt the boiling sperm deep inside his asshole and he wanted for a mintue to be a girl. He was excited to be the man's victim and as he shot his wad up Paul's asshole, Paul forced his own prick up and down on the bed in an effort to bring on his own orgasm-but unsuccessfully.
The man had let his dead weight fall on the boy after he had sent his spunk into him, but after a few minutes he got up, pulling out his wet prick from the boy's rectum ... And there he stood at the side of the bed.
Paul turned round and felt the sticky semen dribbling down and out of his anus....
Bracker looked at him tentatively. "Did you like it?" he asked.
Paul had to tell the truth. He had liked it, but, of course, he would like to have been the one who put his prick into someone....
"Yes, sir, it was all right."
"Now I want you to understand that you have undergone your punishment and that you are not to be expelled. But if you talk about What happened between us then expulsion for you is certain...."
Paul was bewildered about what had happened and that night he sent Randall away when he came to his bed looking for some jerking off....
The next weeks were miserable for Paul. He wanted to experiment with frigging around but the teacher's lecture and threat of expulsion had frightened him, even humiliated him ... and yet he had enjoyed the man's prick up his asshole....
Could he find a way, he thought, of having the same experience again, or, possibly, doing what Bracker had done to him?
It was at this time that he met Jacob Harris, a Jewish boy, who came to the school for the last weeks of the term and was to become a full-time boarder the following term.
For some reason Paul and Jacob got on well together and, inevitably, they were alone one day in the locker room after football. The fact that Jacob was circumcised was the point which brought them together.
Paul noticed his prick as they bathed and dressed in the hot steamy bathhouse.
"I say, what's happened to you," Paul said looking at Jacob's cock.
"What do you mean...? Oh, I see what you mean. Why am I circumcised? Well it's a Jewish practice you know," said Jacob pleasantly.
"I didn't know about it. What happens then?"
"Well for religious reasons-thought it may go back farther than that-we Jews are circumsiced. Our foreskin is cut off when we are young." And the boy showed Paul his prick....
"Does it make any difference...? asked Paul, and then added, feebly, "to fucking?"
"Well, " answered Jacob, "I'm told women prefer men whose cocks are not circumcised, but from a man's point of view it prevents you coming too soon."
"Oh, well, I never knew about it. But-" and Paul forgot for a moment the fears that Bran-cker had instilled into him, "-but I like the look of your prick."
The fourteen-year-old Jacob looked at the fair-haired English boy. How much did he know? he thought. Can I trust him?
"And I like yours," Jacob said rather uncertainly. "Why don't we get together one night?"
Paul was excited by the other boy's suggestion but he hesitated. He did not want to be caught jerking off or frigging around again. Then indeed expulsion would be certain.
"Well, it's half day tomorrow. Let's go for a walk, shall we?"
"Fine," said Jacob. "See you after lunch on the campus."
The two boys met about a quarter past two the following day and, without saying much to each other, they walked into the pinewoods that half surrounded Woodmanthorpe.
They had reached the very heart of the wood when Jacob suggested they sit down.
And when they did the Jewish boy came close to his new-found friend and began to undo his trousers. Paul said nothing as the boy took out his stiffening prick and began to examine it and then to play with it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Soon he felt the strange excitement of sexual desire again-the first time since the experience with the master-and within a few minutes his prick was completely hard and erect.
"Now I'll take mine out," said the Jewish boy and then you can see the difference." With that Jacob undid his trousers and brought out his cock. The size of his pecker surprised Paul.
He took it in his hand and with his left hand he took Paul's prick, pulling back the foreskin.
"You see, my foreskin has been taken away, and my dick-head is harder, you know what I mean, it is harder at the top and I don't come too easily. But I think that it's cleaner in a Middle Eastern country where it's hot and there's no water for bathing. That's probably behind it, you know." And as he spoke he played with is own pecker and Paul's prick and brought both cocks to their full size.
Jacob then bent down and took Paul's prick in his mouth.
"Then, sucking his stiff dick for a second or so, he looked up at Pul and said, "This is what I like. Will you do it to me too?"
Paul wanted to touch the Jewish boy's prick, and had no objection to putting it in his mouth, so he swivelled round and, lying on his side in the pine needles, took Jacob's big prick into his mouth.
It was a wonderfully rare feeling to have a throbbing cock in your mouth, thought Paul. And this prick was a very nice one indeed. No foreskin in the way so he could just suck and lick the sweet-tasting cock, and rub it between his lips....
And so the two boys sucked each other and in a few minutes the hot, cramy sperm was spurting from both their cocks. Jacob kept his mouth on Paul's prick, swallowing every drop of the boy's semen, but Paul was nauseated by the first taste of it and let Jacob's prick slip from his mouth as it went on shooting the hot viscid liquid over his face and chest....
THE END of term was approaching and Paul was anxious to know whether Ursula would be coming to his home for Christmas. He wrote to his sister and learned with pleasure that Ursula would be staying with them for about two weeks from the end of term, that is, over the best part of the Christmas holidays. But Ursula would not be the only one: there would be Vivienne and Christine, two other girl friends of Angela's. So Paul decided to ask Jacob and Randall. In the end Randall was unable to leave his parents but Jacob's parents were in Israel, so he was delighted to accept his new friend's invitation.
The first night of the holidays was an exciting one for Paul as he looked at Jacob, his siter-Angela, and her three friends-Ursula, Vivienne and Christine. He exchanged many glances with Ursula and he knew at once that she would want to come to his room again. But he was also taken up with the beautiful fiar-haired Christine, a year older than Ursula, and obviously more advanced and aware of fucking than the others ... But he also saw that Jacob could not take his eyes off Vivienne....
He was beginning to think all the time about different people to frig and he therefore planned to make the best of his holiday. He would begin the first night by making sure that Ursula came to his room, but if not, then he would ask Jacob....
After dinner he had a brief opportunity to talk to Ursula and she readily assented to come to his room that night for some fucking around. And so Paul waited patiently until the party broke up and everyone had gone to bed....
It was almost half-past eleven when he heard Ursula tap on his door. He rushed to open it and the voluptuous dark girl more beautiful than ever, came in....
She threw her arms round him and kissed him on the lips. Oh, what joy, what excitement, thought Paul as he kissed her back, forcing his tongue into her mouth, his prick erecting stiffly.
The girl then pulled him in the direction of the bed. When they reached it she began to take off her shoes and stockings and then-then she slid her panties off her ass and down her legs.
Paul was delighted and amused at her fuck-readiness and he immediately followed suit by taking off his trousers and shorts.
And then they lay together on the bed.
He kissed the dark-haired, well-developed girl and then felt her legs and thighs. And then it was only seconds before he had pushed up her woolen skirt and was looking down at her ass-cheeks and cunt-the object of his desire.
He had read some books during the term on sex and screwing and, particularly, on the anatomy of a woman, and he had learnt the correct names for the various parts of a woman's genitals. So it was with added excitement that he looked at the girl's back bush-hair and identified her mons veneris, or Mount of Venus, her triangular slit which he now knew was called her vulva with the outer lips, or labia. And when he parted the labia he looked for the first time for her clitoris, and as he discovered it he knew that just below was her vagina-that cunt he had so long wanted to fuck.
He felt her clitoris and as he fondled it tenderly words ran through his head. I want to fuck you, to put my prick into your vagina, to frig you with my cock, I want to put my prick into your lovely cunt, to fiddle with your clitoris, to suck it and to poke my tongue into your precious vagina ... I want to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you forever and shove my prick into you, with my balls knocking against your cuntlips, and then my semen-my spunk-going into you and making you excited....
He was feeling her clitoris and it had enlarged and stiffened with his ministrations, and the girl had responded to such an extent that she was writhing and squirming under his touch. Then he moved his finger into her twat-hole and found it wet and exciting. Oh, oh, I want to put my prick into it, he thought. Should he ask her?
He lay half across the girl as he kissed and fondled her, his prick rubbing against her woolen skirt.
He could not make up his mind what to do, but ... but he wanted her pussy so much.
The young boy was now roused with desire and he continued to prod his fingers into the wet, squashy slipperiness of the girl's cunt. It was terribly exciting to be touching a girl's cunt, to feel its wetness and luscious fleshiness. He could hardly believe it, that at last he had a semi-naked girl to play with, her belly, big cunt and ass open to his hands....
But he wanted to go further.
"Will you take all your clothes off, Ursula," he asked her, his voice trembling.
"Yes, if you want me to I will," the girl murmured, panting between every second word.
And she sat up on the bed and pulled her blouse up over her head, undid her brassiere, and then unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her legs, kicking it from the bed as she did so. She was now mother-naked in front of him.
Paul had never seen a naked girl before. He was beside himself with excitement and his dick began to grow ... he looked at her breasts, they were large with big cherry-red nipples in their centers; he looked at her bush-hair, a shapely triangle of dark, luscious down disappearing between her legs; he looked again at her slit and then at her asscheeks. He could not explain his joy and the tingling thrills that shot through his cock. It was a new wonder, something he had never known before and never believed possible: A naked girl in bed with him.
He took off his own clothes and, pulling down the bed cover, pushed Ursula's legs round so that he could get in with her and cover "the two of them with the sheet and blankets. Now he was lying at her side, facing her, his erect prick touching her belly. Then he put his hand on her ass and gradually worked it between her legs until he found her slit again. And then his finger was in that luscious wet cunt-hole once again, that mystery of mysteries....
He riased his body a little and bending down kissed Ursula on the lips. As he did so he moved his body so that he was between her legs. His prick resting now on her pubic bush. If he lowered himself slightly, his prick would be at the very entrance to her cunt....
He pressed his body onto the girl's belly and his prick was pressing somewhere against her moist slit. He began to move his body so that his prick worked against her cuntlips, pulling himself against her as hard as he could. He was worked up to fever pitch now and as he kissed Ursula's lips again and pressed his prick against her cunt wetness, he suddenly ejaculated, his spunk spurting all over her cuntlips and cunthole itself. He was overcome with sheer excitement and tingling joy and though he had not manged to "fuck" her as he had wanted, he was nevertheless in a state of orgasmic ecstasy. The girl lay under him feeling the hot sperm dribbling on her slit and she was more excited than she had ever been before.
He felt rather ashamed that he had not fucked her right in her cunt as he had meant to, but she said nothing and he did not have to hide his embarrassment. They lay together for a long time in the dark before the girl said that she would have to go. She wanted to come to him again as soon as possible and Paul promised to see her the following day, if possible in the afternoon.
The next day Paul and Jacob went out into the woods. It was cold and dry, but they wore overcoats and When Jacob suggested that they should sit down in a clearing in the wood, Paul had no objection. They sat close to each other, their overcoats open so that their bodies could touch.
Jacob took out Paul's prick and began to masturbate it vigorously, and then he bent down and took the foreskin in his mouth, pulling it back and allowing the prick-head to slide easily between his lips. For some time he worked on Paul's cock with his sensuous lips and very soon Paul wanted to ejaculate. He asked Jacob if he would finish him with his hand. Paul lay on his back and Jacob rubbed his back and forth vigorously and soon his spunk was shooting from his palpitating prick.
They lay there for a while and then Paul began to talk about girls.
"Have you ever fucked a girl?" he ventured to ask Jacob.
"No," said Jacob.
"Well, I think I shall screw one soon. Can I tell you a secret?" Paul asked him. "Yes, do."
"Promise to tell no one."
"Promise."
"Well, Ursula came to my room last night and we were in bed togehter-with no clothes on. It was terribly exciting...."
"Did you fuck her?" interrupted Jacob.
"No, not quite. I kissed her and felt her-her cunt, and then I was on top of her with my prick against her cuntlips, almost into her cunt, but then I came. It went all over her cunt, I think. I put on hand into her cunt-have you ever done that?-it is wonderful. It feels like-like, oh, I can't "describe it...."
"A bag of worms?" Jacob suggested.
"Oh, what a horrible idea. You obviously have never touched a girl's pussy. I'm going to see her tonight ... I can hardly wait."
"Do you think she would let me feel her twat or maybe even fuck her?"
"I don't know, I don't know. Do you really want to?" Paul had a strong sense of friendship and though he was beginning to feel jealous that there might be a possibility of Ursula wanting to kiss Jacob, he also thought it would be nice for Jacob to touch a cunt and even frig one if he hadn't yet done so, and he thought it would be a good idea if all three of them....
"Can you come to my room tonight, after eleven, but not if they haven't all gone to bed?"
"Yes, how exiting! Can I?"
"Yes, I'll ask Ursula if you can see her cunt and she may let you touch it, and maybe you can go even further!"
"Oh, what a wonderful thing if she will. Perhaps we could, perhaps we-we-could frig her together...."
"Oh, I don't know. I shall have to talk to Ursula," said Paul, suddenly becoming worried lest Jacob began to expect too much.
"Then I'll see you tonight," were Jacob's final words.
"Okay."
CHAPTER FOUR
Paul waited feverishly in his room till Ursula came. When she entered he put his arms round her and kissed her. And then he began to ask her about his friend, Jacob.
"Look, Ursula," he said, "would you mind if a friend of mine-you know Jacob-came tonight. He wants to see you with no clothes on, he's never seen a girl like that before...."
"The girl looked down, smiled a gentle but enigmatic smile and then said she would not mind if Paul didn't.
And then she took off her clothes. She was wearing a sweater and skirt, stockings and high-heeled shoes, and looking more, attractive than ever, with her black hair falling over her shoulders.
She pulled the sweater over her head and Paul saw that her tits were larger and firmer than he had realized ... But perhaps it was just the bra that made it look like that. But then she unclipped the white bra and her big knockers stood out like two volcanoes....
Next she dropped her skirt and she stood there in her panties, a garter belt and stockings, and still wearing her shoes.
Then she kicked off her shoes, undid the clasps at the top of her stockings and pushed them down her legs. Now she took off her panties and garter belt and stood naked in front of him, her cunt and bush completely exposed....
She leapt onto the bed and got under the clothes.
Paul had watched her undressing with fascination and he was now picking up her blue nylon panties, fondling them with excitement rising in his blood. When she wasn't looking he presed them to his nose to get her smell and the smell of her cunt....
He began to undress and soon he was ready to jump in at her side.
"What's happened to your friend? When is he coming?" she asked him.
"He'll be coming," replied Paul as he crushed his chest against the girl's breast and began to kiss her lips passionately. His hand moved to her thighs, parted them, and then he felt her slit. He could feel her two cuntlips and as he probed between them he came to two smaller lips, these wet and luscious. Within was a small bud which he began to touch. He did not know its importance to a woman, but he was soon aware that it did something exciting to Ursula when he touched it. Not only that but it seemed to get a bit larger and firmer. But it was her cunt he wanted to touch and in a few seconds he was trying to put two fingers into her twat-hole. It was almost impossible as it seemed too small, but he inserted one quite a long way and began to move it about inside. He had just got going on this when the door opened and in slipped Jacob.
"It's Jacob," Ursula said.
"You can undress and come into bed with us," said Paul, already excited by Ursula's body and cunt and half regretting he had aksed Jacob to share her with him. Jacob was soon in bed at the other side of Ursula and, shyly at first, he lay still at her side. Paul was still lying half on top of her, but he now lay back and was content for a while to fondle the girl's asscheeks.
Then Ursula said: "Paul says you haven't even seen a girl's nooky. Is that true?"
"Yes," said Jacob trembling.
With that the girl threw off the bed-clothes and said, "Well, now have a look." She opened her legs as wide as she could, put two fingers on either side of her slit and pulled back her cuntlips. "There," she said, "that's my twat, my cunt's the hole below my clit." The two boys sat up in astonishment and their bodies trembling with excitement, and then the girl said to Jacob, "Go on, touch it."
Jacob put his fingers out and delicately touched the slit and then moved them up and down its length. When he got to the bottom he felt the beginning of her vagina, but Paul suddenly pushed his hand from the cunt and pushing his own finger in, said: "That's her cunt. It's a lovely, warm feeling to have your finger in it." And he went on moving it inside for three or four minutes before he relinquished it.
Jacob's fingers now sought her pratt-hole and soon he had got a finger deeply implanted in it. His big prick was now erect and it was obvious that he was not far from an ejaculation.
Meanwhile Paul was kissing the girl's tit, though keeping one hand between her thighs on her bush. She wriggled and squirmed under the touch of the two boys and soon she lost ail self-control.
"Go on," she said, "do something to me. Harder, harder!" Both the boys went on doing what they were doing with renewed energy, Paul sucking her nipple avidly and moving his hand between her legs, Jacob moving his finger up and down the girl's cunthole.
Soon she shivered and shuddered as she came to her climax and her wet cunt-juices covered Jacob's finger. As she lay back panting for breath, the two boys began to move onto her body both their pricks pressing against her legs and thighs. Paul reached her cuntlips first and was soon moving his body in a sexual way so that his prick rubbed against her flesh. Jacob was doing the same, but was sucking one of her breasts. It was only a few minutes before they both were sending their spunk over her girlish stomach and thighs, some of the creamy white sperm trickling into her slit.
The three of them lay for a while and Ursula said that she ought to go. But the boys protested.
"We want to really fuck you," stammered Paul, "You can't go now."
"Yes, we do," added Jacob.
"Well, you can't both fuck me. I'm too tired for one thing, and sometimes your sisters come to my room in the night."
"We must fuck you, we must, you promised," said Paul.
"Well, one of you can, not both. You'd better toss to see who puts their prick up my cunt."
"That's not fair," said Paul. "I have known you longest."
"Oh, she said we had to toss for it, so we shall," said Jacob, getting off the bed to get a coin.
And he came back from his trousers and said, "You call Paul."
With good grace Paul called: "Heads!"
The coin fell on the floor and it was "Tails!"
"Jacob frigs me then," said the girl, "Poor Paul."
Paul was filled with deep regret and chagrin at ever having let Jacob come to his room. He had never yet got round to a fuck; every time he was about to shove his dick in, something stopped it; he could scarcely bear it any longer. He felt like getting up and going to find one of the other girls ... but that was too risky. He would have to put up with watching these two hump away. Anyway he would fondle the girl's ass and tits as Jacob fucked her-that would be something.
Jacob was kissing her avidly and had one leg between hers. It was not long before he got between her legs and was bending down to find the girl's twat. He guided his prick, almost professionally but most likely out of sheer instinct, to her cunt and began to push it in hard. He lay on the girl and using his knees and feet pushed as hard as he could. But he only managed to enter half an inch or so before the excitement of contact with the hot, wet walls of her cunt brought on his orgasm and he was suddenly groaning his delight as he kept his prick firm against her
?unt, shooting his punk into the entrance.
"Oh, it's marvellous," he murmured, even though he had not managed to fuck her or really get his shaft into her twat.
Paul was relieved that he had not got inside her and he determined that he would now be the first one to do so.
"He's been so quick, can I do it, Ursula?"
"All right, but don't be too long."
Paul roused to fever pitch got between her legs and shoved his prick into her slit, finding her vagina with his dick-head. It was wet from Jacob's spunk, but this had the advantage of giving him extra lubrication. Soon he was pressing hard to insert his cock and managed to advance it more than before and further than Jacob had done. But he too was over-stimulated with the pressure of her hot cunt and he came splashing into her before he had got through her hymen.
"Well, neither of you have made it," Ursula giggled. "You see I'm still a virgin, my cherry seems to be stopping your cocks!"
"You won't be for long," murmured Paul who was now determined to fuck her properly at the very first opportunity.
Ursula left and the boys were left alone to talk about Ursula's big tits and her cunt. As they spoke and recalled her body they were roused once again and soon they were reaching out for each other's prick.
Jacob then said he wanted to fuck Paul up his asshole. Would Paul agree? Paul did not mind becuase he had quite enjoyed it with the teacher who had a very big prick, and he knew that it would not hurt so much with Jacob. But he asked Jacob to go to the bathroom and get some vaseline.
When Jacob had rubbed his prick in vaseline he got over Paul's ass, pried the cheeks apart and felt for the boy's hole. He found it, inserted a lubricated finger and then directed his prick into it. He slipped in fairly easily and soon he lay on top of his friend, his cock deeply embedded in his rectum.
Now he began to have his first fuck, albeit another boy. Paul felt a strange excitement as the boy's prick moved up and down his lubricated asshole. He felt for a moment like a girl, he wanted to be a girl and to open his rear-vagina to other boys. He relaxed and opened his legs wider so that Jacob could get in his anus as deeply as possible, and soon he was being fucked by an excited and frenzied boy.
"Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming," suddenly shouted Jacob, and with that he was thrusting his throbbing prick in short sharp movements into the very depth of Paul's rectum as the spunk spurted from his dick and entered Paul's asshole.
Paul turned round when Jacob's dick slid out of him and said that he wanted to fuck Jacob. Well, if he couldn't have a girl he would frig a boy. And soon he was pushing his prick into his friend's rectum, and for the first time feeling the grip of hot flesh on his cock-head and shaft. It was fantastically exciting as he moved it in deep and then drew it down the gripping anus again, and up again, and then he began to push it-in fast and hard as he knew he was about to come. And then he sent his sperm into the boy's asshole wave after wave of it, for he had been pent-up for so long and had never been so excited before.
But that night he finally made up his mind that he had to actually fuck a girl. If he could not screw Ursula quickly he would try one of the others ... he might, he thought, even frig his sister.
Two days later Paul found himself alone in the sitting-room with Christine. She was tall and fair, and a bit older than the others. She had a kind of remoteness that was very appealing but Paul could not be sure whether she ever thought about fucking or had had any experience of it.
She was a beautifully-dressed girl and her clothes showed off her slim, sensuous figure to advantage. She had dark eyes despite her fair hair and skin and she looked at you with a kind of arrogant candor that Paul found a little disturbing.
Would he ever be able to get his cock into such a girl he wondered?
He began to talk to her for the first time, about school, the games she played, and so on but he found no opening to bring up his hump intentions. Very lamely he said to her that he wanted to take her for a walk, stammering it out and blushing furiously as he spoke.
Surprisingly she agreed at once, and they set off together without seeing the others. They crossed the park and went along the river where Paul had had his first asshole-fucking experience with the tutor. And as they left the river bank and took a bath into the woods, Paul put an arm round her. She made no response of any kind, positive or negative, so Paul then made another move, suddenly stopping, half turning towards her and kissing her full on the lips.
She kept her mouth closed but did not push him away. He continued to press his lips to hers and then suggested that they should find a seat somewhere. It was too wet to sit on the ground. They walked along and came to a dry, mossy ispot overlooking the valley at the edge of the wood, and then Paul pulled her to him and began to kiss her passionately.
She let him kiss her for a few minutes and then she began to speak. "Paul, I've never been kissed before so I'm shy. But I like you doing it to me...."
He kissed and fondled her neck and shoulders and then put a hand on her knee and within a few minutes he had got it up her legs to feel her nylon panties.
"Do you like that to?" he asked her.
"I don't know. I don't think we should do it ... I...."
"I don't think there's anything wrong for a boy and a girl to fuck, honestly Christine. If you like it...."
"Oh, well, I suppose not, but-" her voice tailed off as he began to move his finger under the elastic of her panties and feel the bush-hair above her cunt. And then his finger had reached her cuntlips and he was almost able to part them. She was breathing rapidly and moved her twat from his touch as he was about to probe towards her vagina.
"Oh, no, Paul," she panted.
"Don't be silly, all the other girls do it. Ursula let's me."
"I'm not being silly, I don't want you to Paul."
Paul did not answer but took her in his arms again and began to kiss her recklessly. Then he pushed her down on the seat and pushed his hands up her coat and skirt to feel the smooth, soft skin at the tops of her thighs. He kept her there until his hand found the crotch of her panties and he began to run his fingers up and down the angle between her legs, pressing them against her slit through the thin blue nylon panties.
She slowly relaxed to his caresses and then he pushed his hand up her belly and pulled down her panties. Soon he was pulling them over her asscheeks and down her legs.
Now he put his finger onto her wet cuntlips and began to probe between them, parting the lips and finding her cunthole. The girl panted and moaned as his fingers finally entered her pratt and felt her innermost membranes.
"Do you like it now?" he asked her, breathing hard with excitement. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, yes, but...."
Paul did not give her time to change her mind but began to move his fingers up and down her pussy and fondle her clitoris. Soon she was squirming with delight at the strange new thrill of a boy playing with her cunt.
Paul suddenly felt his stiff prick throbbing and he could continue no longer. He half lay across her and he was soon ejaculating in his trousers....
When he asked her whether she would come to his room she said she did not know. And then she agreed to think about it. So Paul asked Ursula to come that night, but he did not ask Jacob....
Paul felt that he would have his fuck with a girl at last when Ursula came to him that night. He asked her to find out whether Angela was likely to come to her room during the night, and if she could somehow stop her from doing so Ursula agreed to tell Angela that she wanted to get a lot of sleep because she was very tired.
And so it was that about eleven that night Ursula found herself in Paul's bed, naked and excited at the prospects of being actually fucked by Paul.
Paul was lying at her side and after kissing her and fondling the girl's tits he decided to try to fuck her before he got too excited.
He had been reading a book in his father's library about virginity and how it always hurt a girl the first time she had intercourse. The book had also said that it was sometimes necessary to dilate a girl's vagina. But he knew that Ursula, though technically a virgin, seemed to have a cunt-opening large enough for his cock to get into if her persevered. And, as a matter-of-fact, he was right for Ursula's hymen had been partly ruptured by the use of tampax.
He lay between her legs and put his prick between her cuntlips, seeking the opening to her cunthole. When he found it he pressed it hard and it went in a little way. Now he lowered himself onto the girl and began to work his prick forcefully against her, pushing it another half inch or so. She was breathing hard with the pain of it, but she wanted it to go in so she pressed her twat towards him to help him. He pulled it back a little way and then pushed again, doing this twelve or fifteen times before he suddenly felt her vagina "give" and his prick was inside....
At last he was actually fucking a girl! He was filled with tremendously strange feelings and the tip of his prick was already throbbing, his spine tingling. The girl pulled the boy to her and as she kissed him with her luscious lips, he felt the jerk of his cock-spasms and knew that he was shooting his hot sperm inside her. He pressed his prick in as deep as he could and then felt the wonderful excitement of emission into a girl's cunt....
The fuck had been a short one and Paul wanted to screw her again later. So they lay together for half an hour before fucking again. Now they were kissing each other passionately their bodies in a real hot hump-embrace, all shyness and restraint abandoned. His prick was hard and erect and he was ready for her twat again. This time he felt truly grown up and he knew he was going to have the most wonderful fuck of his young life.
He was on top of her, his stiff prick poised for entry, and then he was inside her again. Now he felt the wet receptiveness of her vabinal walls, the contraction of cunt-walls as he moved up and down her, pushing his prick deep into her pratt to touch her womb. It was wet and luscious now with her own juices and his semen, and he was able to fuck her smoothly and rhythmically. He held her in his arms, kissing her lips and taking her tongue into his mouth as she too probed between his lips.
And then he felt the heavy, pent-up tingling in his genitals that meant he would not be able to contain himself much longer. So he began to fuck her with rapid strokes until he was at the point of ejaculation and then, slowing down, he moved his prick deliberately and slowly pushing his dick-head hard against her innermost cunt. And then, then his thick, creamy sperm was shooting into her vagina, into her most sacred place and the two young fuckers shared in the joyful ecstasy of adolescent love....
CHAPTER FIVE
Strangely enough that was Paul's last fuck for a very long time. Christmas came and the young people were hardly left alone, games and parties being arranged for them for six or seven night. Then Angela's friends went back to their homes before their return to school for the new term. Paul had time to do no more than kiss Ursula and Christine good-bye, promising them he would look forward to seeing and screwing them next vacation.
As it turned out, neither of the girls came at Easter and during the summer holidays Paul was taken abroad with his family. And then for two years he became immersed in his school, his studies, and his entrance examination for Oxford.
He often looked back on those exciting days jerking off with the boys in the lower forms and fucking with the girls that Christmas, but he seemed to lose a sense of urgency about humping. He was totally absorbed in other things and had little time or energy to spare.
But deep down in him was the desire for sex, for screwing with a lovely and beautiful girl, some ethereal creature that he would love and fuck passionately....
And his mind turned more and more to hump during the summer that he took his final school examinations. He was working very hard and could find no time or opportunity to fulfill his newly revived prick-urge, and he knew that he would have to wait until the holidays. But when he finished his studies late in the evenings he would lie back on the bed and begin to dream of the girl he would fuck. And then he began to masturbate regularly always with the visions of some dark-haired and voluptuous beauty in his arms ... When he came he regretted the wast of so much of his hot sperm.
He finished the exams and went home for the summer holidays. He might return to school for one year, but if a place could be found for him at Oxford he would go up there after the vacation. Either way he determined to make the most of the vacation. He heard that Angela might be bringing a girl-friend with her after her school's trip to France, and there was the possibility that her old friend Ursula would be coming to stay with them towards the end of the holidays. In the meantime, well he would do his best to find a woman whom he could fuck....
He relieved his pent-up desires, now more urgent than ever since the end of the hectic summer term, by elaborate forms of jerking off. He would make a female-looking figure out of the cushions and pillows in his room and clothes sneaked out of Angela's wardrobe. He used to ejaculate between the two pillows at first, but later he tried various other contrivances to give him more satisfaction.
In the end he filled a metal cylinder with cotton wool soaked in oil. Then he wrapped the cylinder in a rug and buried it between the two pillows. Mounting the pillows he pushed his cock into the cannister and felt the luscious joy of moving into something soft, slippery and receptive. He would then fuck the figure on the bed, closing his eyes and visualizing his dark-haired beauty as he did so.
At other times he lay back on his bed and manually masturbated with a pair of his sister's panties over his face, breathing the girl's cunt-smell, sucking the crotch of the panties to get the taste of her cunt-juice....
But this was only a substitute and he was now on the active look-out for a girl to fuck. As the days went by he got less demanding in his taste, and even looked at girls that he would never previously have dreamt of screwing.
And one night at fever pitch with desire he took the risk of asking the Irish maid to his bedroom.
"What for, Master Paul?" she asked him.
"Look here, just come to my room and don't tell anyone or you'll be in trouble. Come at ten o'clock."
The girl, Fiona, was about twenty-one. She was a good-looking, but rather plump country girl, slow of speech, and probably a virgin, at least Paul thought so. When she came to his room he locked the door and told her that he had grown up and had to have a girl to go to fuck with. She protested at first, but when Paul threw her down on the bed she didn't make any attempt to get up. He jumped to her side and bent down and kissed her. Surprisingly her kiss was hot and luscious and she responded with her tongue within a few seconds. He felt her large titties under the woolen sweater she was wearing and then lifted it from her waist, his hands underneath. In a moment he was cupping her knockers under her bra. Then he moved his hand to the side of her skirt where he unfastened first the top button and then the second and third one, enabling him to push the skirt down her legs. When he saw her full, round ass and legs he realized that a girl like Fiona would be quite different from the young and slim teenagers he had screwed three years before, and for a moment he began to feel apprehensive about trying to fuck someone so formidable physically. But the girl was helping him and had undone her brassiere and let her enormous breasts fall from their captivity. They were the size of melons, with huge ruby-red nipples surrounded by a brown aureole perhaps two inches in diameter. He was undoing her stockings and she simultaneously unclipped her garter-belt, so in another few seconds she was naked except for a pair of white nylon panties. He was overwhelmed with physical desire as he looked first at her tits, her wide hips and then her truly powerful and luscious asscheeks. His hands were on her ass-cheeks in a flash, feeling them, pressing the soft flesh and then parting them so that he could touch the angle of her legs underneath the panties. He then pulled the panties over her hips and buttocks, down her legs, and from her feet, throwing them onto the floor.
Now the naked twenty-two year old Irish maid, Fiona, sensuous and desireable, lay under the gaze of the young boy. He had never had any experience like this and he was already trembling with excitement, his prick throbbing and stiffening with urgent hump-desire.
He could scarcely wait to get inside her cunt but he was to be denied her pussy for the time being because no sooner had he put his prick onto her cuntlips than he ejaculated. He apologized to her and lay across her belly, rubbing his cock and balls against her curly bush to prepare for a second attempt. She had gripped him to her and was kissing his lips and face avidly. He then asked her if she had had any other cocks up her lush twat and she told him that she had on one occasion when she was young and back in Ireland.
He pulled away from her grip and looked down at her pubic bush, wondering at the sight of the black hair running down to her slit. Then he parted her thighs and fingered her cuntlips, pulling them apart to look at the pink cunthole within and the girl's clitoris. It was half-an-inch long and he began to touch it gently and then to twist it slightly in his fingers. Moving his fingers down the slit, over the urethral orifice, he found her cunthole and was excited to find he could easily get two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She was passionately receptive, he felt. Then he was tempted for the first time in his 'life to kiss a girl's twat.
He bent down, swivelled his body round, and parting her thighs as wide as he could, he lowered his lips onto her cuntlips. She had a strong mucky vaginal odor and he was at once excited by the taste of her cuntlips. And then he found her cunt and pushed his lips hard at the entrance sending his tongue inside her. Already he was deeply roused again and the girl took his hard prick in her hands. He licked and sucked her hot twat for five or ten minutes when he began to realize that he would shoot again prematurely if he did not stop. So he got up from her cunt and, placing himself between her legs, he shoved his prick into her luscious cunny. It was, he knew, much more exciting than it had been when he was younger. He did not know whether it was the girl's cunt that was different or whether his own cock's sensitivity had become heightened, but he knew that he had never had such a wonderful moment in his life as when his prick slid into the hot juicy warmth of Fiona's Irish vagina. It was soon gripping him with powerful contractions and nearly sending him into a frenzy. At the same time the girl had gripped his body with her legs, and, entwined round him she began to move her milking cunt in a rhythm to fit in with his thrusts.
"Fuck me, do fuck me hard," she was saying, a small silver crucifix dangling from her neck. "Oh, I want to be fucked, Paul."
Paul clung to her and began to fuck her as hard as he could. For the first time in his life his lust was truly roused and he was grinding his dong into her cunt with all his power and strength.
He felt her luscious tits under him, her hot lips and her gripping twat, as he drove into her, raking and probing her cunt, forcing himself in as deeply as he could as his throbbing cock was gripped by her contracting pussy.
"Oh," the Irish girl began to scream, "Oooh, it's marvellous, fuck me, Master Paul, push your big prick into me and hurt me, make me come, fuck me, fuck me!" She writhed and wriggled and moved her quivering vagina with powerful movements of her ass as Paul rammed his prick into her, hearing the squelching of her cunt-secretions with each thrust. And then as she moaned in ecstasy at her moment of supreme joy, Paul himself began to shoot his hot sperm into her, and he knew for the first time the joy of a ture and lustful fuck.
They lay there for an hour or two and she kissed him voluptuously all over his body, taking his prick into her mouth, sucking even his balls and carrying him into a realm of excitement beyond his wildest dreams.
"When can I fuck you again?" he asked her as she dressed to go.
"I don't know Mater Paul. It's difficult for mq. If they find out ... but perhaps I could come tomorrow night. You'll understand if I don't won't you?"
"Yes, do try to come tomorrow. It'll be impossible when my sister gets back with her friends because she sometimes comes to talk to me and she's coming at the weekend. So please try to surely make it tomorrow."
The girl left him and he fell asleep thinking of the luscious cunt of Fiona.
* * *
Fiona could not come the following night as she had to be on duty late to clear up after a party that Paul's father gave. And he also missed her the following night, the last evening before Angela's return. So he was in a state of desperate cunt-hunger when he saw Ursula and Angela a-gain. Ursula had grown into a very lovely seventeen-year-old, and Paul was at once shy in her presence. He had not seen her for more than three years and he was unsure as to how she would regard him now.
But he knew he wanted her now more than ever before, though he had not forgotten the enjoyment he had got from fucking Fiona.
At first Ursula seemed reserved with him but when they got a chance to talk together in the grounds they soon got back onto their old terms:
"Well?" he said to her, "You have grown into a beautiful young lady."
"Have I Paul? Well, you're pretty attractive yourself and I suppose you have lots of-of sweethearts. All the girls you want to fuck?"
"No I don't. Shall I tell you that I have had only one hump-affair sine-since you, you know. And I'm not sorry now that I see you again. Could we-?"
"Well, I don't fuck with boys nowadays, I'm not a little cockteaser like I used to be, but, well, I can't say no to you ... Do you really want to fuck me again?" She looked at him through her long dark eyelashes.
"Of course I do, seriously."
"When?"
"Tonight?"
"Tonight!"
Paul bathed and went to his room earlier than usual, excited at the prospect of once again fucking Ursula. He was even a little intimidated by the prospect of her coming to his room. She was now a somewhat sophisticated girl, not the easy little cunt he had known before. She was taller, and an imposing personality, and though much younger than Fiona, her background, education and beauty made her formidable in Paul's eyes. And yet she had been friendly enough and willingly agreed to let him frig her.
He was overjoyed, despite his nervousness, when he heard a tap on the door and the door opened to admit Ursula. She was dressed in an elegant mini-skirt of brown corduroy, a white blouse, no stockings and low-heeled black shoes with a single strap. Her hair was beautifully cut and fell in the most fetching way about her face.
He did not know where to begin the hump or whether he would even dare to put his cock in her....
"Hello, Paul," she was saying, "Well, here I am, at your service."
Paul smiled at the beautiful dark-eyed girl , and went up to her and kissed her gently on the lips. She put her arms round him and fondled his neck. "Oh, my lovely Paul," she said, making him shyer and more uncertain of himself than ever.
How did you go about screwing such a worldly sort of girl, so attractive, so composed? It was not like throwing an Irish maid on the bed and just fucking away, thought Paul. And then there was the question of pregnancy. Did she wear anything? He didn't think she would, so her would have to put on a condom. All these thoughts ran through his head as he held her close to him, smelling her lovely hair and feeling the rise and fall of her breasts. And an even darker thought crossed him mind. What if Fiona became pregnant? Oh, my God, he thought.
"Penny for them," said the teenage girl suddenly.
"I was wondering. Do I have to wear a rubber?"
"No, I don't think so. I've just finished my period and I think I'm quite safe for about another five or six days. We'll chance it."
Paul was delighted with her eagerness for his naked prick and now some of his reserve and nervousness evaporating he took her over to the bed and pushing her down on the bed he lay at her side, kissing her fondly as he moved his hand over her lovely body. His hands had soon strayed to her bare legs and he was thrilled at the touch of her smooth, soft flesh. Higher up he pushed his hand and soon felt her silky, soft nylon panties. But they were so flimsy that he could feel the shape of her cuntlips through them and when he pressed a bit harder her twatlips parted and he could even feel her clitoris.
"Undress me, please, Paul," she suddenly said quietly.
Paul set about it with a will, enjoying the thrill of taking clothes off such a beautiful girl. He pulled her panties off, then undid the zipper at one side of her skirt, pulling it from her body, then off came her blouse, to leave her naked except for her bra.
As he undid it and pulled the white straps from her shoulders he saw for the first time her truly mature and completely perfect tits. His breathing quickened as he looked down at the beautiful moist hairy cunt which was to be his....
He lay on his side facing her their bodies pressed together. His prick hard and ready for her was pressed between her legs, his dick-head against her bush-hair. Their lips met in a pas-Isionate kiss and her breasts rose and fell against his chest. His hand went round her body, fondling her buttocks and then moving between the cleft of her asscheeks. And then he moved on top of her kissing her pink, erect nipples, and feeling jher lovely sensuous ass.
"I've never been fucked since we did it here before," she suddenly confessed. "I suppose I've never really had the opportunity. Or-maybe I'm in love with you."
"Do you mean that really? You've been screwed by nobody else?"
"Yes. And whom did you fuck with?" she asked her curiosity beginning to be roused as her love for him began to flower.
"Oh, well I was wanting you so much, thinking about you, and getting so worked up that I fucked the maid-Fiona. It was three nights a-go. Are you shocked?"
"No, not if you really wanted to hump her badly ... Did she mind?"
"No, she wanted me to screw her as soon as I threw her on the bed. She was quite nice for a change. But I'm not comparing her with you."
Ursula was silent.
Paul's virile dick was now between her legs and he slowly guided his prick into her vagina. In a few seconds he had thrust deeply inside the lovely girl's cunt, his hands under her buttocks, their mouths locked in passionate kisses.
He moved down her wonderful tight-fitting twat-hole, and then up again, gripping her buttocks as closely to him as he could and finding her anus with one of his fingers. She was already moaning her delight as he shoved his big dong into her the third or fourth time. And then he began to fuck her hard and lustfully, forgetting almost that it was Ursula, the formidable sophisticated young lady of a few minutes before. It could just as easily have been the Irish maid as his lust roused he fucked her with ruthless strokes, digging his nails into her buttocks and biting her nipples till she began to moan with pain. In as deep as he could get, Paul rammed his prick time after time until he could hold himself no longer and he was shuddering in his orgasm as his hot, thick spunk spurted into her young and lovely body, drenching her vagina....
They had been fucking away for about ten minutes when there was a knock at the door.
Paul rapidly pulled the bedclothes over the naked girl to try to hide her. And then he called out, "Who is it?"
He had forgotten to lock the door, so he quickly turned out the light as he called out. "It's me, Angela. Can I come in?"
But she did not wait for his answer and was in the room before he could think of an excuse to keep her out.
"I'm looking for Ursula. She's disappeared. Any idea where she is, Paul?"
"Er-no, that is, I can't say-" Paul stammered as he lay on the bed trying to cover up Ursula's presence.
Then Ursula suddenly poked her head up and said, "Oh, it's no use trying to hide it, Angela, I'm in bed fucking with Paul."
"Ursula!"
Paul was silent, but Ursula did not seem to mind her friend finding her actually screwing with her brother.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Angela, act your age. I wanted a fuck with Paul and he wanted it with me, so what's so surprising about it?"
"Oh, I'm just surprised that's all," said Angela. "I'm not blaming you. In fact I rather envy you ... I've never had any sexual experience."
"Well, get into bed with us and perhaps you'll learn something," said Ursula half jokingly.
"Get into bed with us?" asked Paul incredulously.
"Yes, why not?"
Angela blushed and was on the point of going away when Ursula said, "Look Angela, just get into bed and watch us. You'll enjoy what happens, believe me!"
Angela scarcely believing her ears nevertheless was intrigued by the possibility of seeing her brother frigging her friend. She came over and slowly got in the bed at Ursula's side, keeping on her pajamas.
Ursula turned to her, not minding about her nakedness and said : "Look, darling, I'm not promiscuous as you know. I'm a perfectly respectable girl, but I see nothing wrong in fucking someone you like, or the three of us screwing in bed together, Right, Paul?"
"Yes, I think so too," said Paul.
Angela was silent and Ursula turned round to take Paul in her arms, kissing him passionately.
She then said "Paul, please fuck me again, will you?"
Angela had scarcely ever heard the word "fuck" and she was shocked to hear her friend using it, but she said nothing. But as he brother's naked body climbed on top of her friend and she saw his large prick entering the girl's wide-spread cunt, she began to feel a strange kind of excitement. The boy was on top of her friend and his penis had gone into her-her vagina, she thought. It must be very exciting to have a big cock like that inside you. And now Ursula was moaning her delight as she felt Paul's prick moving rapidly up and down her cunt, his lips on hers and his fingers digging into her asscheeks.
And then she saw them entwined in a moment of fantastic ecstasy as he shot his load of hot sperm inside her. The girl moaned and twisted and the boy grunted as their orgasms overcame them, and Paul sank exhausted onto Ursula's belly.
"Well," said Ursula after a while, "did you like it?"
"It looked very exciting," she spoke hesitantly, "but, but-what if you get a baby."
"Oh, I shan't it's my safe period."
"Oh, I see."
"Would you like to be fucked?" Ursula asked her.
"Oh, Ursula, how can you use that word. Yes, I'd like to have intercourse, I suppose."
"Intercourse, my foot. It's a fuck you want. You want a prick up your cunt. Fuck her Paul, why don't you?"
Paul was stunned into silence and Angela could hardly believe her ears. "F-fuck her?" stammered Paul.
"Why not?"
"Why not? because she's my sister," Paul got out.
"Rubbish. What difference does it make, she's got a nice cunt....
Paul knew that logically she was right. But ... but ... well he liked Angela very much and wouldn't mind if he did fuck her, but ... After all it was incest to shove it up your own sister's twat, no matter how willing she was.
"Well?" asked Ursula. "What about it?"
Angela secretly thought it would be nice to be fucked by her brother, but she was horrified at the thought that she might be found out. And she knew that her parents would never forgive her if she did such a thing....
"Do you really mean that there's nothing wrong, that you see nothing wrong in my own brother's cock fucking me?" she asked her friend trembling as she spoke.
"No. I can't see anything wrong as long as you don't conceive."
"Well, how can I be sure?"
"Oh, well Paul would have to wear a rubber that's all," said Ursula matter-of-factly.
Paul was looking at his sister unbelievingly. He could hardly imagine her dreaming of such a thing, but here she was discussing it with her friend as if-as if she might be actually considering it.
"And you Paul?" Ursula asked him suddenly.
"Well, I don't know. I suppose there's no reason why we shouldn't. I'll fuck if Angie a-grees," he suddenly admitted blushing as he did so.
"Do you agree, Angie?"
"I-I, y-yes, if you like," she murmured very quietly.
"Take off your pajamas then and lie here," Ursula told her.
She threw off her pajamas and went to the middle of the bed in the place left for her by-Ursula.
"Now Paul, get on with screwing your sister...."
Paul was shy as he looked at his sister and would have been glad if there had been no light. But he took his sister's head in his arms and pressed her face to his chest. His prick was roused to a fresh throbbing erection despite his shyness and when he didn't have to look into her face he found it easy to start making love to her. He stroked her hair and-kissed her neck. He could feel her body against his, slim, tall for her age, with luscious pointed firm breasts. His hand strayed down her body and touched her thighs lightly at first, and then he began to part them, pushing his hand between her crotch.
As he sought her cunt with his fingers, he thought of the fact that she had probably never been touched on her pussy by a boy before.
He also reflected on his past, his early frigging with his tutor, the nights he had spent with Ursula three years before, the nights with Randall and Jacob, his masturbatory activities, and most recently his fuck with the maid. He felt strangely guilty as he fondled his sister's cunt, knowing how innocent she was in comparison with him.
But he was past thinking of the morality of incest now, or about his sister's feelings. She was a lovely girl in his arms and he wanted her, wanted to put his prick into another fresh cunt if he could manage it, even if it was his sister's.
He was experienced enough to know by now that he would have to rouse her slowly and work his fingers for some time into her cunt if he was not to cause her great pain when he actually fucked her. So he was now in no hurry and played gently with her juicy twat as he continued to kiss and fondle her head and neck.
Ursula lay behind him and had her ass pressed against him. She too knew that they would have to be patient with Angela and she was quite happy to lie against Paul as he slowly roused Angela and made her cunny ready for her first fuck-experience....
And so Paul continued to fondle his sister's slit and slowly he managed to work his finger into her cunt. It was quite hot and wet and it did not seem to him that it would be too hard for him to penetrate. Soon he was working two fingers into her fairly easily and the time was fast approaching when he would fuck his sister, and his sister would be having the first fuck of her young life ... by her own brother's cock!
CHAPTER SIX
Paul was now kissing his sister. Their lips met for the first time and they both liked it. Soon she was opening her mouth to his lips and their saliva was interchanged in hot soul-kissing. His hand meanwhile continued to work on her cunt and clitoris and he now knew that it would be fairly easy to fuck her.
And so he got between her legs and his stiff dick was poised to commit the sin of incest.
Ursula looked on with excitement as she saw Paul get between his sister's lovely slim legs and, taking his penis in his right hand, place it against Angela's cuntlips. Parting her cunt with one of the fingers of the hand holding his prick he pushed the head into the vaginal entrance.
For Angela it was a new, strange and wonderful thrill to feel the head of a prick against her cunt. It was as if she had had an electric shock. Her body trembled and tingled with excitement and then she felt the head move a little way into her cunthole. Her brother was now on top of her and had brought his lips down to hers and she felt him exerting himself to get his prick up into her. She could feel that it was meeting with resistance and she suddenly felt a jab of pain as he jerked it hard inside her twat.
But her cunt actually wanted his prick inside and she seemed to relax to his movements and thrusts, despite the pain she was undergoing.
Paul was pushing his prick now into his sister's vagina, thrilled at the thought of devir-ginizing her, and of screwing his own sister. His hump-lust aroused he did not much mind if he hurt her in the process. But he had to remember to come out and put on a rubber when he had once got properly inside her cunt.
He managed to advance up her quite a way and with one final thrust he was deep in her vagina, his prick pressing all the way up against her womb. She cried out once or twice with the pain of it, but now she was filled with hump desire as her body responded to the feel of the huge male prick inside her.
"I am no longer a virgin," she thought. "Oh, it's wonderful, I am being-fucked, fucked," and the word rang through her head.
Paul too thought of the word "fuck" as he began to ram his prick harder and harder into her now violated pussy.
"I'm screwing my own sister," he was thinking, "fucking her, fucking her virginity out of her, fucking her to pieces. Yes, I'll fuck her, just as I fucked Ursula and the Irish maid-fuck, fuck, fuck."
His prick was now beginning to throb and he knew that he would have to withdraw. He pulled out of her and went to put on a rubber.
"Liking it?" whispered Ursula.
"Yes," moaned Angela, "oh, yes, yes."
"You're really going to get fucked now, properly, fucked, just think of it," went on Ursula.
"Yes, yes, I'm being fucked," Anglea began to savor the word and kept repeating it to herself.
And Paul, was back, a rubber condom slipped on his prick, and he was bending down to guide his prick back into her. The rubber made it a little more difficult but he was soon inside her twat again and rhythmically began his thrusts, ruthless thrusts as he drove himself to his orgasm regardless of his sister who was now but an object of his prodding prick.
And then the girl was shrieking out as she had her first real orgasm. "Oh, oooh, Paul, I'm ... I'm coming, oh it's wonderful."
And Paul was coming too. Sending his hot sperm into the rubber condom wishing to God that he could have fucked her without it....
"Well, we'be both been fucked by the same boy, and we've only been fucked by him," Ursula was saying to Angela next afternoon. "Isn't it exciting?"
"Yes, it's terrific," confessed Angela. "I never knew how ecstatic a prick could make me feel!" I'm glad you made me. Can we do it again?"
"I suppose Paul will. By the way did you know he frigged the Irish maid the other night?"
"Good heavens. That's fucking three different girls in a week."
"Oh, that's nothing for a boy ... he could screw two or three a night if he wanted to. I'm sure he's the best fuck in the world. I think I'm in love with him."
"Perhaps he'll marry you one day. Then I could come and stay with you," said Angela excitedly.
"Well, yes, but you're not going to fuck him when I'm married-I mean if we get married. You'll have to find your own hot cock!"
They talked for an hour about the events of the previous evening and it was agreed that they should go to Paul's bedroom that night together. Paul had to go to the small town twelve miles away to send off some registered package for his father and said he would expect them about half-past ten.
He was late returning however and when the girls reached his room they undressed completely and got into bed to wait for him. It was then that Ursula had the idea of doing a little frigging with her friend.
At school there had been rumors of cunt-sessions between the girls and between girls and mistresses, but Ursula had never indulged in them Now suddenly, her passions and desires aroused by having intercourse with Paul, she had a sudden desire to kiss and masturbate with her friend.
She lay closer to Angela and let her hand go over the girl's thigh. Angela moved away slightly but Ursula was determined to experiment and she pressed her body against her friend again, this time putting an arm round her neck. And before Angela could protest she had brought her lips to Angel's and began to kiss her as she caressed her bush-hair and then slid down to her cunt....
Angela moaned slightly and let her friend continue to fondle and kiss her. She had a strange new feeling of excitement and she imagined that it was Paul who was fucking around with her. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to her friend's ministrations....
Ursula had never felt a girl before so she boldly let her hand wander down to Angel's slit. She felt for the cunt lips, parted them and found the girl's clitoris. She was surprised to find it was almost non-existent, as her own was nearly three-quarters of an inch long. She rubbed the minute bud and it had some effect on it for it grew a little in size as it became aroused and excited. Angela herself lay back moaning with delight as Ursula took possession of her body. She then fingered her vagina and moved her fingers in and out of it, regretting her inability to shove a prick into her. And then she lay on top of the girl trying to force her clitoris against the girl's cuntlips. Soon the two girls were rubbing their cunts together and Ursula was rousing herself towards her orgasm.
When Paul returned Ursula had just come and was lying relaxed with Angela in her arms.
Paul rapidly undressed and was soon lying between the two lovely girls, wondering whom he would fuck first.
"Do you have a safe period like Ursula," he asked his sister.
Ursula answered him. "Of course she does, but as she's your sister you just can't take the risk. If I did get pregnant I'm sure my mother would get me an abortion. She had one herself. But Angela would be in terrible trouble." The wise Ursula settled the matter and Paul got out of bed and brought some rubber condoms and placed them on the table at the side of the bed.
"Who's going to get fucked first?", he asked.
"I am, I am," the girls said simultaneously.
"Oh, I'll screw Angie first then," said Paul.
And that night he fucked the two girls again, each of them twice and it was dawn before they went and left him exhausted in a deep sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The months went by and Paul was studying up at Oxford. For the first year he was too busy to think much about sex, but when the long vacation came the following year and he was almost eighteen, he decided to devote himself as much as possible to his sexual adventures.
He reflected that he had fucked two virgins, one of them his own sister, and that he had both buggered someone and been buggered up the asshole. He thought of himself as a normal heterosexual man with slight bisexual leanings. But he also had a desire for unusual and bizarre hump-activities and often ruminated on the various possibilities of increasing his sexual excitement.
That vacation was to be an interesting one for him because for the first time he got a chance to screw a woman of mature years, a woman of the world and a woman who fucked more passionately than he ever imagined anyone could. But that part of his story comes in our next part. Here it is necessary to deal with the experience Paul had in North Africa at the beginning of the long vacation before he fell in love with Madame Sevigny.
He was staying in Tunis when he was invited to a party by a group of students he had met on the beach. It was at the party that he met Melo, a black student from Sudan. Melo was at once attracted to Paul and Paul felt that it would be nice to get to know him better, though he had no sexual feelings about him at first. So he was quite happy to ask Melo back to the apartment he had rented at the end of the party. Melo lived about two miles from the center of the city and as there was no public transportation he had half put the suggestion to Paul.
The tall black Sudanese looked at Paul as they sat back and drank the local wine in Paul's flat. And then he came over to Paul and kissed him gently on the lips. It was electrifying to have his sensual, negroid lips against his own and he at once felt a strange thrill at the base of his cock ... But....
Paul was not queer but he liked plenty of hump variety. Since his schooldays he had had no contact with a man or with boys and his interests lay in the direction of fucking girls. But he had a strange desire to do something with Melo....
Melo suddenly spoke gently to him, a kind of urgency in his voice.
"Would you like to fuck me, Paul?"
"I hadn't thought about it, but ... but yes, I would."
Melo looked happily at Paul and stood up. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt from his trousers, unzipped his trousers and stood there naked except for a pair of mesh shorts. He took them off and he stood there for Paul's admiration.
And Paul was excited to see his beautiful body with its smooth ebony skin. Above all to see his mass of thick bush-hair and his large black prick. He went over and cupped the young man's large balls and stroked his huge cock, and then he bent down and took it in his mouth.
After three or four minutes of enthusiastic sucking he relinquished the boy's prick and began to undress. He was soon standing naked in his contrasting fairness at the side of the black Sudanese.
Melo lay on the bed and for a while they played with each other's pricks. But it was not long before Paul's active desire came uppermost and he now wanted to fuck the African as soon as he could.
"Will you lie on your stomach?" he asked Melo.
"As you wish, yes, I will." And the boy lay on the bed face down, his ass in the air to be fucked by the white Paul.
Paul's prick was large and throbbing, but he had no difficulty in getting it into Melo's anus. He lay there on top of him, his mouth kissing his neck, and his prick deep inside the black's hot receptive rectum.
Now he began to move his prick up and down the man's asshole, feeling the tight-fitting thrill of the sphincter as he let his knob come into contact with it at the bottom of each stroke.
Paul's lust roused he now began to ram his prick into the ass ruthlessly. His hands were under Melo's thighs and he felt for the man's balls as he continued to ram his shaft into him cruelly nd ruthlessly.
And then he felt his orgasm build-up inside him and there was now no holding back. In a final savage jab with his prick he sent his spunk spurting into the Melo's asshole as he simultaneously dug his nails deep into his black ball-sac, groaning aloud as he came.
When he slid from the student's black ass-cheeks the African asked him to suck him off as he had not been able to reach an orgasm. And soon Paul had the black prick in his mouth, sucking it and biting it with his teeth as he brought him to a climax. In a few minutes Paul's mouth was filled with the hot, sweet spunk of the African ... it tasted real good.
His last hump-experience in Tunis was due to Melo. One day Melo told him that he had a nice girl for him. He took him to the native quarter of the city and they entered a low building a few minutes walk from the main avenue of the quarter. Paul noticed that all the windows were heavily curtained. They entered a long passage and Melo took him to a door at the far end. After they entered, Melo took him over to a bed and introduced him to his sister. A lovely dark girl lay in the bed. She could have been no more than twelve or thirteen but her figure was fully formed and she had finely shaped young breasts.
"Do you like her?" Melo asked Paul.
"Yes, how are you?" said Paul a little embarrassed.
"I am well. I wait for you here. Come now into bed," said the lovely girl.
"Yes," said Melo, "in the part of Sudan I come from it is our custom to give our sisters to our friends. You must enjoy her and fuck her if you are my friend!" And with that Melo left the room.
Paul was a little hesitant at first but he certainly could not resist the charms of this lovely black sensuous nymph. In a few minutes he had undressed and was in bed beside her.
The girl opened her black thighs and pulled back the outer lips of her pussy for Paul's in-v spection. He was immediately roused by what he saw and bent down and kissed her black hair and pink cuntlips. Then he sought her cunt and savored the warm oily odor of her inner twat.
She was fondling his balls and she had soon brought him to his erection, where upon she directed his prick into her lovely young cunt.
His hump-lust aroused now he began to fuck her with abandon, her lush body under his. He gripped her by the asscheeks and held her as tightly as he could as he thrust his prick into her girlish hole. Her luscious lips met his in ecstatic gratitude and they savored each other's saliva. Soon he was coming inside her and shooting his spunk into her dark twat, her joy complete as she too released her cunt-juices.
He fucked her again half an hour later and was just coming a third time when Melo returned. Melo waited for him to pull his cock out of the girl before he spoke. And then he told Paul that if ever he came to the Sudan he would find him as many young girls as he wished, but in Tunis he could always fuck his sister so long as they stayed there.
Paul returned to England a day or two later and during the vaction he saw a great deal of Ursula and his sister Angela. They were able to repeat the evening of delightful screwing they had had the previous year with the difference that Ursula, who had acquired a dildo, also fucked Angela.
It was at this time that Madame Sevigny came into Paul's life and for a while he lost all interest in younger girls like Ursula. He knew that supreme sexual enjoyment would come only from the conquest of a truly mature, worldly, and beautiful woman. And he set out to make that conquest.
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
Paul Snow met Madame Sevigny at a party at the Dorchester, and from the moment he first set eyes on her he desired her and was determined to fuck her. She was an outstandingly beautiful woman of French birth, tall, elegant, sophisticated. She had beautiful raven black hair which she wore in the shorter modern style, fine features, with brown enigmatic eyes, a large sensual mouth, and figure which did her beautiful face justice-fine shapely legs and, as far as Paul could see full, lushly curved tits, well-mouled hips and a lovely ass.
He was briefly introduced to her and though he sought various opportunities during the evening to talk to her, the few words of introduction were the only ones he was able to exchange with her. But he could not get her out of his mind and he dicided that he would find out all about her, where she lived, and a means of approaching her again.
He was due to return to Oxford for his second year. He was doing exceptionally well in Classics, despite the fact that he was a devoted sensualist and spent many of his waking hours in frigging indulgence or in thinking about sex and women.
As he looked back on his life he realized, however, that he had never really fucked the body of a mature and beautiful woman. The girls he had fucked with had been his sisters' friends with the exception of the maid at his family's Berkshire home. His other hump-adventures had been with boys at his boarding school, Woodmanthorpe, or in one instance with his housemaster. And at the very beginning there had been his tutor Who may be said to have roused him to an awareness of sex at a very immature age.
To some extent Paul Snow was aware of his sexual make-up, that he had homosexual leanings and even felt the desire at times to take the role of a girl. But at this time he felt fairly confident that his heterosexual leanings would win out in the end. At any rate, his hump-drive at the time of his nineteenth year was firmly in the direction of women, and, if possible, mature, sophisticated women of the world. For the time being he was fed up with young girls and plump maidservants.
Luckily he was invited to a part at Oxford where he met Madame Sevigny his ideal lay, a-gain.
She remembered meeting him and seemed willing to talk to him, perhaps, it occurred to Paul, because she knew very few people at the party.
"So you're studying up at Oxford?" she asked him.
"Yes, second year."
"Oh, I'll probably see you quite frequently as I have many friends here, as well as a small cottage at Linton-it's a village about ten miles away. Do you know it?"
"No, I don't know Linton, but I know that district fairly well. I like walking for one thing and try to get into the country at week-ends when I've not got too much cramming to do."
And the conversation went on like that until it was time for Madame Sevigny to move to talk to one of her friends.
Later in the evening he had a chance to talk to her again, surveying her beautiful face as he did so, trying to fathom her enigmatic eyes with their suggestion of latent eroticism.
He brought up the subject of her cottage a-gain and managed to find out that she was there most week-ends. He then took the plunge of suggesting that he should call if he was in Linton on one of his walks.
"Yes, of Course. Anytime you're in Linton drop in. Give me a call first if you can so that I can give you lunch or dinner. I'm in the book."
"That would be nice," said Paul. And he planned to go to Linton at the first opportunity, though he wondered whether it might not be better to leave it for a week or so, unless he appeared to be too eager to follow up their meeting.
Towards the end of the party they danced together briefly and for a few minutes he held her in his arms. Her tits were pressed against his chest and he became aware of the female scent of her breath, the exquisite touch of her fingers on his shoulders. Now more than ever, he thought, he desired her. She was very different from the schoolgirls he had fucked in the past, and a whole world separated her from the plump Irish maid. If they had given him any fuck-pleasure, fulfilled for a time many of his sexual needs, then Madame Sevigny would transport him into a new world, a new dimension of sexual delight.
Paul did not got to see Madame Sevigny until a fortnight later. Meanwhile his urgent cock-needs had to be met somehow. Back at Oxford he worked hard enough, but there was time to spare. Indeed without satisfactions he would have been quite unable to concentrate on his work.
He was walking down the campus one evening when he noticed a woman of about forty. She had looked at him once or twice, and he had at once seen that she was attractive and well-preserved for her age. He was in desperate need of a piece of ass and he was in a mood to try anything, though he felt a woman of forty or more was really carrying things a bit far. And yet an older woman also had a peculiar fascination for him. At one end of the scale he liked young girls, at the other older women-how old he was not prepared to say, though he could well imagine himself in bed with a fifty-five year-old Marlene Dietrich or a fifty-year-old Greta Garbo.
The woman paused as he drew level with her a second time and he smiled at her. "Are you going far?" he ventured. "I was just going to have a drink. Why don't you join me?"
"I'd like to," the woman replied in a low, almost hoarse voice. She smiled at him and he saw that her teeth were her own and almost perfect.
"Well, let's go into the Mitre," he suggested. And they began to walk in that direction.
On the way he learnt that she was a widow, that she lived in Oxford, and from time to time had screwed around with undergraduates. She was quite an intelligent woman, he soon realized, and he began to like the idea of frigging her the more he talked to her.
At the Mitre they had a few drinks and then the woman suggested they should go back to her flat. They reached it within a few minutes.
He sat on the divan in the lounge as she poured him a drink from a small cocktail cabinet. Without a coat he could see that she had a fairly attractive figure, she even seemed to have very lush desirable tits. But he guessed her legs were really something: She had bent over to pick up a bottle opener and he had seen that her thighs had that extra suggestion of plumpness that he found very exciting, and from her knees downwards her legs were extremely shapely.
They talked desultorily for a while and Paul began to think that he would not be able to find the right opening with her. He was, indeed, on the point of getting up to leave when the woman began to speak to him in a real coaxing and sensual way.
"You would like to stay with me?" she said, almost as if she were a French whore angling for a customer.
For a moment Paul did not like the sound of it. But he certainly wanted to screw with her whatever she was, whatever she wanted. He would take a chance.
"Well, I must say it had occurred to me," he said rather lamely.
"Well, you can, I would like you to fuck me," she said, and to Paul's surprise she began to unbutton her blouse, and followed this by taking it from her shoulders and standing in front of him as she started to unzip her skirt.
Paul could see that her breasts were nice and full, but as she slipped off her skirt he felt a thrill of excitement for she had those luscious thighs he liked so much, full without being plump and tapering down to lovely knees and legs. She wore black nylon panties to match her bra, and as her stomach was flat she kept up her stockings with the flimsiest of garter-belts instead of the girdle he had half expected.
She took off her stockings, her garter-belt, and then her panties, and she stood before him stark naked except for her bra.
Her hair was tied up in a bun, but now she untied it and to Paul's surprise she had a mass of long, wavy brown hair reaching almost to her waist.
Paul realized that she was not keen to expose her breasts-at least at this stage in case he were to reveal his disappointment if they drooped or had a wrinkle or two-so he did not wait for her to complete her strip tease. He got up and went over to her and taking her in his arms, kissed her gently on her lips. She had a small, full mouth and she accepted his kiss readily and responded with the lusciousness of her probing tongue. Her soul kiss was like a spark to Paul's fire: He knew at once that despite her age she would be able to give him the real hot screw he needed.
She steered him in the direction of the bedroom, and when they reached it she got into bed to wait for him to undress. They had hardly spoken a word for the previous five minutes, but she suddenly broke the silence.
"Do you think you will like me? I have a good figure except for my slightly droopy breasts, and I know how to make love. I don't think I shall fail you."
"I'm sure you won't," said Paul as he threw off his clothes and stood in front of her naked. "I think your tits are O.K.", he added.
And then he jumped into the bed and lay beside her. She lowered the lights and they were lying together in the half darkness of her room-a young man with a strange woman twenty years older than himself.
"What is your name?" she suddenly whisper-ed.
"Paul, and yours?"
"Amelia, Amelia Langham-that's my married name. Oh, Paul it's nice to be in bed with you...."
And Paul felt the same. He had had a lonely day and had longed for a woman to do some fucking with ever since lectures had finished at three o'clock, and he had had very little hope of finding anyone ready to go to frig with him at such short notice. Whatever she's like, thought Paul, she's better than nothing, and she doesn't seem so bad anyway. Indeed, this latter sentiment was immediately given support when he felt her hand on his genitals, her fingers lightly scratching his balls, and then moving cleverly up his stiffening shaft. Her touch was exciting on his prick and she had such an effect on him that it was hardly a minute before his cock was fully erect.
He immediately turned over and took the woman in his arms. Pressing against her breasts, still covered by her bra, he realized that they were exceptionally voluptuous and at once they held a strange fascination for him. He deftly bent over and unclasped her bra, and the lush tits fell lose from their padded support. For a moment he saw a look of apprehension in her eyes, but there was no time for it to remain as he at once bent down and took one of her lush tits in his mouth, rubbing his tongue on the ruby nipple. There was something strangely exciting in a perverse way about her big knockers and Paul went at them with avidity he always displayed when he had had girls with really large breasts. He took the whole of one breast in his mouth at a time and began to bite them at their base, almost as if he wanted to sever them from her body.
He realized that breasts of all shapes and sizes interested and excited him, and as he sucked Amelia's he had visions of even huge melon-sized breasts, large sagging ones, young girlish shapely breasts, and somewhere perhaps the perfect breast-large and shapely, soft and resilient, with brown aureoles and nipples just right in color and shape.
His hand had moved to the woman's bush hair and he felt her mound and pelivic bone. And then down between her legs, lightly brushing her slit and then pressing his hand against the inside of her soft luscious thighs. Thighs too had their special appeal for Paul, thighs perhaps even more than breasts. But the difference in Paul's mind was that breasts could be any shape or size, but that thighs had to fit his own specification: not too slim, not too plump but with just that suggestion of fleshiness he found so appealing, so rousing.
Hers felt almost perfect to him and he kept his hand between them for a few minutes as he continued to suck at her king-sized breasts. And then his hand stroked her moist slit and in a few moments his finger was probing her cuntlips and touching the inner pink wetness between her clitoris and her vagina.
He delayed only a minute before plunging his fingers into her cunt, and he was delighted to find her hot, wet and lusciously inviting. He knew that he would enjoy putting his cock into that cunt of hers all right!
He moved his head up to find her small but sensual mouth as his fingers continued to probe her cunt. She kissed him and took him in her arms and began to pull him on top of her, opening her legs wider as she did so.
He knew that her twat was ready for him now and he felt the same urge to short-circuit the preliminaries and just fuck her. He moved between her legs and let his prick find the opening. Without difficulty he was soon sliding into her cunt, his erect prick embedding itself in her up to the hilt as she sighed her satisfaction.
Though she had a large cunt she knew how to use her ass and belly and Paul found himself rapidly moving towards an orgasm. Between his legs and in his genitals he felt the urgent pain of desire and he began to fuck her with the idea of reaching his climax as fast as he coud. But she was an experienced fucker and she managed to use her cunt in such a way that she controlled his rhythm and soon he settled down to slow deliberate strokes that gave them both the glorious hump-sensation they wanted. He looked down into her eyes and she looked back at him to reveal her hump-satisfaction. Kissing her with his lips and tongue he slowly increased his tempo as he took her more firmly in his grip, and when he felt it would be impossible to postpone his orgasm much longer, he began to fuck her powerfully and mercilessly as she writhed in his grip.
And very soon he was coming, and no longer able to control his orgasm, he rammed his prick deep into her wet ready vagina with all his force as he finally shot his load, spurting it into her upper cunt.
Paul enjoyed himself with her that night but he knew after his first orgasm that she would never fulfill him in the way he wanted. She only appealed to one part of his nature, and the per-certed part at that. Post coitus homo tristis est, said Ovid, and it is true that if there is no more to desire than mere lust the outcome is invariably disappointing. Hence so much of man's "sadness" after coitus.
Paul knew very well that love without lust was also unsatisfactory; The lover you wanted to lust after at the same time was the ideal. And this is what Paul was really seeking.
He reflected on his night of humping with Amelia Langham the next morning and he knew that he could not repeat it with her. Another woman of any sort, yes, for there was always the possibility of some strange discovery. But for real all-around fuck-satisfaction it would have to be someone like Olga Sevigny whom he loved, or loved in a way, and at the same time desperately desired to fuck. At this stage of his life he did not realize that his desire for Madame Sevigny would have been more accurately described as infatuation.
He deteremined then to go on a walk the following week-end that would take him within a mile or two of Linton, and that he would then telephone to ask her if he might drop in.
He set off fairly early on the Sunday morning and took a long detour through a dozen Oxforshire villages until he reached a pub a few miles from Linton at about one o'clock. He got through to Madame Sevigny and heard her lovely, well-modulated voice expressing her surprise at his call and saying, "Certainly, come along. What time can you get here? Will you have lunch with me?"
And Paul, overjoyed but not wanting to appear too eager, had replied that he was a few miles away and could possibly just make lunch unless she was going to have it early. "No," came her reassurance, "No I never lunch on a Sunday till about half-past two. I have some friends here at the moment having a drink but they'll be leaving soon and I'll prepare the lunch. I'll expect you about half-past two then?" And she had put down the receiver.
CHAPTER TWO
Olga Sevigny had been married once and had got a divorce from her husband, though she herself had been the guilty party. She was far from being a promiscuous woman but she sought a particular kind of man with a particular kind of cock. Not finding what she wanted in her husband, the famous French perfumier, she had looked elsewhere. Her husband had returned one night to find her using a whip on a young Frenchman who was tied to her bed by his wrists and ankles. To avoid a scandal he had asked her to divorce him and had provided her with suitable grounds. The financial settlement he had made had been a generous one and the result was that Olga could live well on the income it provided, having a flat in Paris, a small apartment in London, and a cottage in Oxfordshire.
She had also been able to indulge her predilection for dominating young men, though she did so discreetly and fastidiously, perhaps taking a new one to fuck about once a year. At the age of twenty-eight she had been divorced four years during which she had screwed with three or four men.
Her domination was not of the kind that meant a man never succeeded in seducing her, or of the perverted kind that demanded complete and utter servility from the man. At least not so far in her life. She desired to be seduced but she had grown to have a certain contempt for men in general and she had to show this ambivalent attitude in her humping by first "proving" that a man could take it before she would let him fuck her. If a man fought against his treatment, but finally took it without squealing than she could have a certain repect for him. If on top of that he was a powerful and dominating fucker, she got what she wanted. It is also true that her ambivalent nature, which can only be described as sado-masochistic, compelled her to indulge in forms of sadism, even though in the end she looked forward to being the victim herself. Hence again the two-sided aspect to her sexual life: The desire to whip a man, to rouse herself through the infliction of punishment, and then the desire to be dominated by the person she had made her victim, to submit masochistically to his fucking....
Paul Snow was exactly the right type for her, she sensed.
He appeared to be a somewhat masculine young man, fair-haired and athletic. At the same time there was an evident undercurrent of delicacy, almost of effeminacy in his manner, though this was only perceptible to an acute observer. As a matter-of-fact-and Olga Sevigny did not know this-the feminine, masochistic streak was much stronger in Paul than even he knew himself.
The situation between them was made interesting by the fact that though Olga had shrewdly assessed Paul, Paul had no idea at all of Olga's hump-preferences. He thought of her as a purely feminine, sophisticated woman of great beauty, and he saw himself finally getting to fuck her in the normal way, though he sensed that it would not be easy; not like screwing his sister's friend Ursula, or the Irish maid, or the women he had taken to the Mitre! Indeed it was precisely this aspect of her ,-her near unattainability-that appealed to him and made her a very special object of his hump-desire.
And so Paul reached "Wattles", Madame Sevigny's cottage a few hundred yards outside the small village of Linton, Oxfordshire.
He entered the brick-tiled alcove and she took his hand and led him into the living-room-a fairly large room as the result of a conversion that had knocked two cottages into one. On the other side of the hall was a good-sized kitchen, and upstairs two bedrooms, bathroom and lavatory.
At one end of the living-room there was a small refectory table with four chairs, and Olga had set the table for them at one end. He saw at once that her taste was impeccable from the white walls, unvarnished beams to the Danish chairs and Sheffield silver.
Lunch began with avocado pears and the driest of dry sherries, a rare Montilla. As he sat back and drank his sherry he looked at the lovely piece of ass who was his host. Her hair, as usual, was short and fell excitingly about her cheeks, curling round as if deliberately to point to her luscious, sensual mouth. And as they spoke she would look at him with her brown, enigmatic eyes, until he would have to drop his glance lest he be caught up in an almost hypnotic fire that he suspected blazed beneath them. And then as she bent over the table he would look surreptitiously at the enormous valley between her breasts, hoping to catch just a glimpse of her lush knockers themselves.
And then she served roast lamb, in the true English manner, with roast potatoes, peas, lamb sauce and red currant jelly. The wine was a Cha-teauneuf de Pape of the finest vineyard, and once again he had cause to admire her taste. Perlips if he had been a little more perceptive, her ability to choose the right wines might have hinted to him a streak of masculinity which he so far had no suspicion of.
They talked of her early life in France, his in England and she managed to draw from him more than he did from her.
"So the young tutor frigged you?" she laughed.
"Yes, I suppose you could call it that," admitted Paul. "But I was only a mere boy at the time, you know."
"Do you think your early experiences have left their mark?" she asked him.
"No, no, I don't think so. I'm pretty normal," he said laughingly.
"Well that's what we all think until we are tested or found out," she said. "Anyway why are we talking about sex?"
"I suppose because we are interested in it," ventured Paul. "I am, I admit it frankly," he then added and it seemed to him that he had made a mistake.
"Well, I suppose we are all interested in fucking with the right people," Olga said bluntly. "That's the important point, I think."
Paul wondered whether he came in her category of the "right people". Did she consider him as a person she might fuck with. He began to feel a little nonplussed and she noticed this.
"Cheer up," she laughed. "There's no need to be depressed. I wasn't referring to anybody in particular."
He did not know whether to take this as a hint or not but she seemed to want to reassure him.
She served him with some excellent Stilton cheese While they finished off the burgundy, and then she suggested that he sit on the long, leather covered divan at the other end of the room while she made coffee.
She returned with the coffee in a few minutes and sat down at one end of the divan, her head on the cushions her legs along its length. Her feet almost reached Paul and he had an excellent view of her lavishly-nyloned legs, even seeing a little of the white skin of her thighs as her frock worked up a little from her knees.
He had had a fair amount of wine and he felt much less inhibited that he had done an hour before. As he talked and drank his coffee he took the risk of putting a hand on her ankles and lightly stroking them.
Olga made no kind of response and she might not have been aware of the fact judging by the way she went on talking as if nothing had happened. Paul was therefore emboldened to take things a step further. When she wanted more coffee he got up, poured it out for her, and, handing it to her, he sat at her side on the divan, his back to her but in a position to turn his body to look down on her face.
And as she put her coffee down and there was a break in their talk, he suddenly put a hand on her head and began to stroke her hair lightly. "You've got lovely hair," he said weakly.
"Do you think so?"
"Very lovely. I always like really black hair, and especially when it's cut your way."
She said nothing and he ventured to bend down and kiss it, moving his lips after a few seconds to her forehead. She made no sort of respons so he decided that he would either have to make a move towards fucking her or give up.
Summoning up his courage he bent down and kissed her gently on the lips, keeping his lips on hers for perhaps ten or fifteen seconds. As he lingered there, she took hold of his arm with her left hand and held him as if to imply that he need not withdraw his lips.
Her lips, nevertheless were cold and unresponsive. He decided to lie on the divan at her side and kiss her properly, and positioning himself at her side as he threw off his shoes, he took her in his arms and brought his lips firmly down on to hers. She pulled him to her lightly and allowed him to kiss her as he liked.
He had now got a hand round her neck and he pulled her close to him, feeling her lovely breasts soft and resilient against his chest. And then he kissed her again, this time inserting his tongue into her luscious, sweet-scented mouth.
Paul now believed that humping her would be plain sailing. He continued to soul-kiss her passionately and though she seemed to show little response she did not resist him, and Paul imagined that she would only respond when he began to really fuck her properly.
He had just withdrawn his lips and was thinking of moving his hands to her cunt when she spoke to him quietly.
"You want to fuck me, I suppose?"
"Yes, yes," he answered, his excitement rising.
"I suppose you think every woman wants you to fuck her?"
"Oh, no," said Paul, "I don't think that," but he was becoming a little uncertain of himself. Had he tried to make her too obviously, too crude-ly?
"I don't screw with every Tom, Dick and Harry, you know," she said a slight sharpness appearing in her voice for the first time.
"Of course you don't. I'm' sure you don't," Paul answered weakly.
"But you think you are one of the exceptions and that you have a perfect right to fuck me, eh?" She laughed a little at the end of her sentence, but Paul began to be aware that she was not merely teasing him.
He was silent for a while and was careful to keep his hands off her body.
And then she said: "If you really want to lay me, you have to be worthy of me. How do you know you are?"
"I want to fuck you very much and I think I could be worthy of you," said Paul slowly.
"You really think you can prove to me that you are worthy of me?"
Paul was a little taken aback, but he was prepared to say anything to get the chance to hump her. "Yes," he said.
"And are you a good fucker also?" she smiled at him as she spoke.
"I think so, but you would have to judge that."
"Well, I'll give you a chance. Are you ready to undergo it? My test?"
"Yes, yes," said Paul. By this time he was ready to agree to anything....
"Well, then I want you to go upstairs to the bedroom on the right-my room-and undress, and then lie on the bed face down. I'll come to you in a moment."
Paul could scarcely believe it. Here she was asking him to undress, to get ready for her. He was going to undergo some sort of test, but that obviously meant nothing. Once he was naked and she saw that prick of his in all its glory....
He got up from the divan and said that he would do as she had asked him, and with that he left the room and found his way upstairs.
Her bedroom was furnished with great luxury in contrast to the room downstairs, and her dressing table was littered with every cosmetic under the sun. A long wardrobe ran down the whole side of one room, and as the doors were open in places he could see that she possessed a wonderful variety of outfits. Flung on the chairs were stockings, bras, panties, girdles and underwear of every description. He would have liked to have taken a pair of her panties and smell them, possibly steal them as a memento, but he was too eager to undress to have time for such a small matter. Later he would take a pair to jerk off into after smelling her cunt-odor he thought, as he threw off his clothes and lay face down on the bed.
He waited a while and then he heard her coming into the room. She went to a drawer in her dressing table and he saw suddenly that she had taken out a short leather whip. Before he could decide how to interpret such an extraordinary thing, she had come to his bedside and, looking down at his naked asscheeks, her eyes more enigmatic than ever, she said simply, "I am going to whip you."
"Whip me?" Paul half got up from the bed, but she pushed him down firmly.
"You said you would undergo a test. That is the test. Are you a man?"
He was staggered but he felt that he would have to go through with it. He had given his word and though it was a very strange request for a woman to make-the right to whip him-he would have to accept it. Anyway he did not suppose she would be able to hurt him.
He lay face down and said that if that was the test he would undergo it, and with that he waited for her to begin.
She was wearing a frock and stockings and high-heels but now she went over to the wardrobe, slipped off her frock and put on a black leather short-length coat. It reached down to the tops of her thighs. She buttoned it from the high collar down to the bottom button, and then undid her stockings, pulled them down her legs and took from the wardrobe a pair of black-leather patent boots that reached to her knees. She pulled them on, fastened the zipper and then came back to the bedside. This was a turn of events Paul had not bargained for. He began to feel that the whipping was going to be a serious one and he had an uncomfortable feeling that he ought to refuse her request. Yet he knew that if he underwent her test she would keep her word, and as he relected on the idea it began to appeal to him more strong-ly.
"Yes," he thought, "it would be nice to pass her test, to be admired by her." Then it passed through his mind that it would also be nice to submit to her and for a moment he recalled the time when his housemaster had punished him, first by a whipping and then by buggering him right up his asshole.
"Now I am going to whip you Paul," said Olga. "If you get up or start screaming or ask me to stop then we shall call it a day and I shall consider you a failure. If you like I will tie you to the bed, but if you can take your whipping like a man so much the better."
The whip came down on his naked asscheeks, firmly and painfully, but Paul knew that if that was the hardest she could manage he would not have to worry.
The second time the whip came down it was a little harder and Paul moved involuntarily, gripping his hands tight.
"Swish!" The third stroke was truly painful and he thought that it had broken his skin. "Swish!"
The fourth stroke hurt him painfully and he knew that she had used all her force behind it, for she was breathing heavily now and panted for her breath between strokes.
"Swish! Swish!"
Two quick lashes of the whip and Paul was on the point of screaming out. But he managed to hold back and waited with trepidation the next lash of the whip.
"Swish!" It came down and as it did so she was speaking: "I'll whip you all right Paul Snow.
You thought you could just come here and have an easy lay, didn't you? Don't you despise yourself for underrating me like that?...."
"Swish! Swish!"
"Oooh, aaagh!" Paul called out unable to repress his cry. "Ooooh, Owww!"
"Yes, you thought how nice to go out to Linton for lunch and a fuck afterwards. Didn't you? You expected an easy lay, as if I were some vulgar hardup shopgirl."
Swish! Swish! Swish! Again and again she brought the lash down on him. His back and asscheeks were covered with red weals as she brought down the whip on his back for the last time, putting behind it all her force. She was roused now at the effects of her sadism and was prepared for the man to fuck her.
As he lay there squirming in pain she rapidly undressed, though Paul was not aware of it until she suddenly got on the bed at his side. From his depths of pain and despair he suddenly found her lovely body close against his, ready, he now felt sure, for the taking.
"You passed your test this time," she panted. "Now you can screw me. Go on, fuck me, I want you to prove yourself that way now."
His pain disappeared from his mind as he heard her asking him to fuck her. It was unbelievable. A While back he had considered it certain that he would be able to frig her, then his hopes had been dashed and he had had to submit to a cruel whipping at her hands. And now she was asking him, almost commanding him to fuck her.
He looked into her eyes and he saw that her fuck-mania had got the better of her, and that she was full of desire for him. His big prick hardened at the sight of her eyes, and as he looked at her voluptuous body his tingling excitement knew no bounds.
He had never seen such a beautiful body; it seemed to offer all the things he had dreamt a-bout but never thought were really possible. Her breasts were perfection itself and had the large brown aureoles round the nipples that sent him almost mad with fuck-lust. Her ruby nipples, too, were of exceptional size. And as he looked down at her twat he saw her fine pelvic formation with her highly arched mound covered in a mass of black bush-hair running down between her legs. Her thighs, for him, were her most attractive feature because they were exactly as he wished them. Shapely, yet with that suggestion of fleshiness that he had always loved in Renoir.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she repeated as his gaze wandered over her ass, tits and cunt, struck dumb at their sheer perfection.
He wanted to enjoy her body but she seemed to want him to fuck her without delay. He decided that he would have an opportunity another time to feast his eyes on her body, to caress and fondle its cunt, to suck her lovely breasts and nipples, to run his hands between her thighs and discover all of her secret and sacred places....
And so he took her in his arms and felt the luscious warm flesh under him as he brought himself to her, as he put his tremendously stiff, erect prick against her slit and found his way into her cunt. He shuddered as if hit by an electric shock when his prick actually touched her cunthole-his Whole body trembled with the unreality of it. And then he was shoving it into her, sliding into the tight-gripping wet sheath of her vagina, already contracting spasmodically to squeeze the ridge of his cock-head as he moved into her and rammed all the way up her twat with the tip of his prick.
His cock was thrusting inside the cunt of his desire, the woman who he had never really believed would be attainable-the beautiful, e-nigmatic, uniquely sophisticated sexy Olga Sevigny. Yes, she was HIS! He was actually inside her pussy and about to fuck her! She had given her body to him! She had asked him to fuck her!!
" He thought that he would undergo any a-mount of whipping to be able to repeat this wonderful sensation his dick was having and Olga, her shrewd eyes searching his, knew this, knew that she could now do what she liked with him, that she had found in Paul Snow her best victim: a man who could at once dominate her sexually but who would be as submissive as she wished in every other direction.
As he began to move his prick up and down her twat-hole, he brought his lips down to hers and she gave her mouth to him for the first time. It was no longer cold and unresponsive but hot, luscious and wet, and as his lips met hers she sucked in his tongue voluptuously and clasped his body to hers.
CHAPTER THREE
Paul Snow and Olga Sevigny were lying in each other's arms and Paul was thinking about how he had fucked her. By God, he thought, he had fucked her thoroughly all right. And if he had known he would have been delighted to hear that Olga had thought so too. He had been a better fucker than she had dared to hope, and she was determined now to keep him enthralled. She was going to be "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" to him and he would not escape the domination of her cunt!
He had moved his prick into her pussy with gradually increasing force, but never losing the perfection of his rhythm as she too had responded by moving her ass to meet his thrusts and twisting her body so that she gave a slight screwing movement to her vagina as, at the same time, her spasms had gripped his prick intermittently.
He remembered the cunt of his sister's friend Ursula. It had been pleasant enough to feel the taut sides of her girlish vagina. He remembered too the hot, wet cunt of the Irish maid in which he had almost been able to bury his cock. But here was the perfect vagina, soft, receptive, gripping, luscious, tantalizing with its intermittent spasms and twists, and finally a place where he would want to rest his prick forever, rest in the luscious sensual warmth it offered a man.
He was moving-he relived it all again-he was frigging his dick into her a little faster now as she sucked his lips and dug her nails into his back, causing him a moment of agonizing pain as she caught one of the red weals, and still faster as he knew that she now wanted to urge him. She was hurting him to make him fuck her and he responded by slamming his cock into her cunt with perfectly timed thrusts, thrusts of such tremendous force that he almost penetrated her womb, raking and almost tearing her vaginal walls.
And then, his fuck-lust at fever pitch, he had felt the sharp pain of her lips biting his shoulders, and he knew that she had lost all sense of control, that they were now just two animalistic fuckers giving and taking everything in a moment of supreme lust and lascivious delight. He too had forgotten any restraint and began to ram his prick into her pussy with all his power and ruthlessness as he dug his nails into her lovely buttocks, his finger into her anus and as he bit into her hard erect nipple on her left breast.
There was a moment of fantastic agonizing suspense as they were poised on the brink of their orgasms. He had felt the heavy, almost intolerable pain in his balls, the intense tingling delight between his legs and running round to his spine, the sense of power as he realized that it was Olga he was fucking and then, and then they had come together in a shattering, splitting and devastating orgasm: his seething, hot sperm into her, her cunt juices over his cock, their lips twisting and distorting each other's, their bodies threshing, their nails digging into each other's flesh, and then Olga had cried out for the first time:
"Oh, God, you have given it to me, given me the fucking I always wanted."
And he had said:
"You were wrong about me. I never thought of you as an easy lay. I wanted you but never thought I would really fuck you. Now you have given me this fabulous hump and I am fulfilled. I am glad that I have done that for you too, love."
And they lay in each other's arms, totally satiated and emptied of lust, full of tenderness and joy.
Paul Snow returned to Oxford reluctantly, wondering how he would live without Olga. But she had promised that he could see her the following week-end and he would somehow have to go through a week without her.
By Wednesday, however, his hump-desire for her had reached such a pitch that he decided to take a car out to a small town near Linton and walk over from there, taking her by surprise.
He reached her cottage about three in the afternoon but to his dismay found that she was out. The front door was locked and the only possible way in was through a window in the kitchen. The thought of being in her home on his own immediately excited him. He would like to find out more about this exciting woman.
He found he could slip the catch of the kitchen window and he was soon inside, closing the window after him.
He moved out into the hall and saw an opened letter lying there. It was from a Claudia Rit-son to the effect that she was expecting Olga on Tuesday, October 15th and hoped that she would be able to stay until the week-end. The address was "The Firs, Tarporley, Cheshire." That meant, Paul realized at once, that Olga had gone away the day before and would be un-likely to return before the week-end. So the house was at his disposal!
He wandered through the living-room and then went upstairs to her bedroom. He at once went over to her dressing-table and sat looking at her wide range of cosmetics. Then, opening a drawer on the left, he found a collection of miscellaneous costume jewelery. But in the drawer below he found what he was looking for-a collection of her panties. He was at once roused at the idea of touching her underclothes and he felt his prick hardening, as he pulled a lovely white nylon pair from the pile. He at once conceived the idea of wearing a pair and within a few minutes he was standing naked in the room with the white nylon panties in his hands. And in front of the long mirror in one of the panels of the extensive wardrobe he bent down and put his leg into the panties, then the other leg, and pulled them up over his knees and thighs until they were tight in his crotch.
He admired himself in the mirror and then went back to the dressing table to find a matching brassiere. He was not disappointed and soon came across a dozen or more in one of the other drawers. When he found a white nylon bra of similar material to the panties he pulled the straps over his shoulders and fastened the clips behind. Though the cups hung rather loosely, he was strangely moved by the sight of his body in the mirror clad in White bra and panties.
He completed this stage of his dress by donning a garter-belt and a pair of the sheerest bronz nylons. He was now excited to such a degree at the feel of her underwear and the satisfaction of wearing it that he began to jerk off his big prick.
He imagined himself under the whip of Olga Sevigny as he worked his foreskin back and forth over his dick-head, and then gradually the picture in his mind changed and he was able to imagine himself in the act of fucking her.
He had a precise picture of her tits and hairy twat in his mind and he could see and almost feel himself on top of her. He rapidly brought himself to a climax and the spunk shot from his prick, covering his chest and stomach with its hot stickiness.
He lay there for a time and had visions of himself in Olga's role. He suddenly found himself wanting to be like Olga, wanting to be fucked by another man as Olga liked to be fucked and he could see himself in his mind's eye dressed in Olga's clothes, and after Whipping the man, submitting to him completely and absolutely.
He was so excited by the idea that he went over to the dressing table and began to .make up. He blackened his eyebrows, shaping them in a way similar to Olga's and then masearaed his eyelashes. He took one of the creams labelled "Foundation Cream" and worked a little into his cheeks, forehead, nose and chin. With a deep red lipstick he carefully traced in his lips, slightly exaggerating his bottom lip to resemble Olga's and then he lightly powdered his face over the foundation cream. He looked at himself and wondered if Olga wore a wig at any time, for he thought that with a black-haired wig he would almost pass for a young woman. He searched the room and had almost given up when he found a set of wigs of all colors in one of the top cupboards in the wardrobe. He at once reached for a raven-haired wig and placed it on his head.
The transformation was striking. Looking at the mirror he saw a naked man wearing a bra and panties, garter-belt and stockings, but with a woman's hair and face. Even his figure was not altogether revealing of his maleness and he realized that what he needed was some padding for the bra. He filled the cups with cotton wool, shaped them carefully and then looked in the mirror and saw that there was a considerable improvement in his feminine appeal.
He now found a skin-tight velvet dress with a high collar, and though he had a little difficulty in getting into it he finally managed to pull the zipper up successfully.
Now he stood before the looking-glass and saw an almost feminine figure, but with something of the hidden masculinity of Olga herself and he knew that he would appeal to men rather like himself. He soon found a pair of high-heeled shoes that he could squeeze onto his feet, and then completed his dressing with a pair of gold earrings.
He lay on the bed again, pulling up the dress over his thighs and pushing the panties beneath his balls while he masturbated, thinking of himself as the object of a man's lust. He could see himself lying there, wanted by a man, and giving himself to a man's prick for a good fucking just as a woman would. The idea thrilled and moved him to such an extent that it was not more than a few minutes before his erect cock was coming again, this time staining the velvet dress with his spunk.
For two days he lived in the house, wearing Olga's clothes most of the time. He sometimes dressed in her masculine "sadistic" clothes, wearing a leather coat and high leather boots, or one of her black mackintoshes. At other times he would contrive to be as feminine as possible, even to the extent of cutting his hair to fit the wig better, shaving his stomach so that his bush-hair took the triangular shape of a woman's, and shaving his thighs so that they were as smooth as a woman's.
He only regretted the absence of a man before whom he could exhibit his femininity and with whom he might play a woman's role completely even to the extent of fucking for him.
Paul managed to pull himself out of his heightened sexual state and his perverted trans-vestite mood in time to get back to Oxford on Friday morning. He was careful to remove, as far as possible, every trace of his having been to her cottage, but he forgot to remove the white sperm stains down the front of her velvet dress.
On his return to Oxford he attended Friday's lectures and worked hard during the evening and most of Saturday to bring his notes up to date. But his mind was curiously concerned with his sex life, and the strange tendencies that were revealing themselves in his personality.
Anyway he decided that he would telephone Olga on Sunday morning and try to get an invitation to lunch, and possibly another hot hump-session.
On his way to the telephone on Saturday night-for his own was out of order-he saw a young girl of about sixteen in the window of a coffee bar. She was very beautiful and had something of the tomboy about her. She exhanged glances with him quite candidly and he was at once determined to make her acquaintance.
Despite his urgent desire for Olga he was not going to miss the chance of a hot fuck on the side with a Lolita-like nymphette ... this was something new to him.
He entered the bar and sat at her table. She looked up at him and smiled at him with eyes that suggested a mixture of candur and eroticism. They were the kind of eyes that said, though not in any crude way, "you've only got to ask me...."
Still he could be making a mistake. He asked her what she was doing later and she said that she was free for the evening. Would she want to come back to his rooms?
She would.
Was she an undergraduate: it was hardly likely but it would flatter her to be asked, and he would find out more about her at the same time.
"No, I'm staying with an aunt here. She's very liberal-minded and let's me do pretty much as I like, which I can't do at home. So I take advantage of it...."
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen, the age of consent!"
"Oh, good, and do you consent?" asked Paul
"We'll, it depends. Probably, but because I'm on my own and willing to come back with you to your rooms don't think I'm an automatic lay," she said smiling at him with her erotic eyes.
They went back to his place and soon Paul was undressing her on his double bed. "You see though I have my older girl friends I do like young girls, especially your type. I guess you're very sex Are you a virgin?"
"Of course, I'm not. What do you take me for? I was fucked when I was twelve. But once again, don't think I screw with every boy I meet: I've only been frigged by about five boys so far."
As she spoke he was pulling the blue sweater she wore up over her head so he did not hear the last two or three words which were muffled by the presence of the sweater over her head.
She wore a black lace bra and it was transparent enough for him to see her cute tits. They were almost as large as Olga's and they possessed the prominent nipples he liked so much. Between them was a deep cleavage that he found irresistible, and he at once put his hand in it.
"Did you say you'd been fucked by about five boys? How old were they?"
"Oh, the first was my father. It was rather exciting to be fucked by my father When I was only twelve, especially as he's very old, over fifty. He taught me lots. Then there was a man I met in the woods near home. He was about thirty, and he virtually raped me. I was about thirteen. Then at school two boys took me into the athletic pavilion when there was no one about and screwed me in turn. Oh, and then the last was a West Indian boy I met in a coffee bar. He was the best of all and I had him five or six times. He had a perfectly enormous prick...."
Paul had undone her bra and now her luscious breasts were fully exposed to his touch and gaze. He literally drank them in and then seized them in his hands, kneading and twisting them before he finally got down to suck one of her big, cherry-red nipples. Between breasts he spoke the odd words to encourage her confession.
"What do you call an enormous prick?"
"Oh, I'll tell you when I see yours, and with that she half got up from the bed and put her hand into his trousers, pulling out his prick. It was not quite erect to its full size and she began to play with it gently, moving the foreskin backwards and forwards over the knob. When his cock reached its full stature she commented laconically: "You'll do. I suppose he was half an inch or so longer, but you are thicker. What a lovely cock!"
Paul stopped talking now. He was taking off her black Whipcord skirt and he had her on the bed now in her underclothes, except for her bra.
He pulled off her black nyon panties and then undid her garter-belt and pulled it off with her stockings.
The lovely nymphette was naked on the bed.
She really had a remarkably lovely body. It was perfect in almost every particular: long neck, round shoulders, voluptuous breasts, flat stomach, perfect hips and asscheeks, the most magnificent thighs, and between her stomach and the angle of her legs a lovely inverted-V shaped mass of silky bush-hair. Finally, she had the most suggestive and promising cleft between her legs where he could just see her cuntlips disappearing into the privacy of two lovely thighs which in turn tapered down to elegant, modern legs.
Paul thought that the ideal woman would be a cross between those painted by Renoir and a teenager like this. This girl had just that blending of female physical virtures.
She looked at him quizzically as if to say do you aprove?
And then she said, "By the way I don't even know your name."
"Paul. And what's yours?"
"Guess."
"Don't be silly. How can I?"
"Guess and you'd be right."
"Impossible. Oh, well, then it's Sandra."
"No."
"Anne."
"Wrong."
"Jane."
"Try again."
"Oh, you must be June...."
"I'm a month but not June."
"Julie? April."
"April, you see you've got it."
Oh, well, thought Paul, I couldn't care less What her name is, but it's quite a nice name just the same. But she really ought to be called Lolita.
She was not the kind who just lay back to be fucked, at least not at this tage. She got up and pushed him back on the bed and bending down, her hair falling over his thighs, she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck it greedily. It might have been a lollipop the way she slurped it down, her cherry-red lips working hungrily on his big dick-head.
Paul lay back his whole cock tingling with excitement as he felt her lips on the hard edge of his prick-head, her small teeth gently biting him, while her nails dug into his testicles.
And then she pushed her head between his legs and began to lick the underside of his balls.
He had known nothing like this for a long time: it was pure joy to feel her hot young mouth and tongue gently salivating and sucking under his balls and then-Good God, thought Paul, will she really do it ... Was she going to lick his asshole too?"
Her tongue probed down his crotch and, parting his legs with her hands, it sought his anus.
Ah! her tongue was licking round his rectum and now was tickling the entrance, touching it lightly then withdrawing, and now, suddenly she was pushing her tongue in his asshole as far as she could and Paul jerked with excitement almost lifting his body from the bed.
He pulled her legs over to his chest and parting them managed to get his head between them. Oh the sexy smell of her cunt, he thought. It's almost overpowering and then he was burying his mouth in her wet hairy slit, tasting her juices that were already flowing readily, and soon he was swallowing the mixture of her twat's secretions and his saliva, his mouth, nose and face were bathed in it.
Her mouth was back on his prick and she was bringing him to a rapid climax with the expertise of her mouthing and cock-sucking of his shaft and dick-head.
"Oh, oooh!" he cried out. "I'm coming, you're making me come." The muffled cry reached from under her pussy and she gripped his balls and made a final effort to bring him to his climax, sucking hard at his big dong as she felt the first unmistakable throb of his prick as his spunk began to enter it after shooting up from his balls. And then she took it as it hit the back of her throat, keeping her mouth clamped to the knob which she now gently nursed back and forwards in her lips to' bring him to completion as she herself ground her cunt on his mouth and came a-gain in a frenzied orgasm.
CHAPTER FOUR
Paul lay face down on Olga's bed waiting for her to come upstairs. This time he waited with impatience and increasing excitement. He wanted to be beaten by her, he wanted to show her that he could take any amount of punishment, that he was capable of complete submission without losing his desire to give her a good fucking when she was ready for him.
She came up and immediately undressed. She then went to the drawer in which she kept the whip and took it out along with four long straps.
"I am going to flog you tonight and I don't want you to be free to get up as it is really going to hurt. So I am first of all going to tie you to the legs of the bed. You want to submit like that?"
Excited, his big prick already erect under him at the contemplation of his utter submission, he readily agreed to being tied. She at once took his left wrist, fixed the strap round it, and took the strap under the leg of the bed and tied it with a!:not. She repeated this with his right wrist and then his two ankles.
He was now lying face down on the bed with his arms and legs making the shape of two letter "Vs".
She had pulled the bottom straps very tight and he was quite unable to move, his body and limbs fully extended. Under him he felt his prick quickening and throbbing with excitement.
"Swish!" the whip came down on his ass and he felt a hot flush as the blood seemed to rush to his buttocks.
"Swish! SWISH!" These two strokes were made with the utmost viciousness, the last one between his legs and the tip of her whip flicking his balls.
"Swish! Swish! SWISH" down came the whip, bringing red weals to his asscheeks and occasionally biting hard into his balls. The woman was now filled with sadistic lust and now brought the whip down on his ass with cruel force.
When she had whipped, him for about ten minutes he suddenly ejaculated on the bed, groaning in mingled delight and pain as he did so.
It seemed to infuriate Olga to see him wriggling his body in his orgasm and she went across to the drawer and took out a battery with two pieces of wire attached on the end of which were two electrodes. When Paul had gone through the drawers during his stay this had escaped him altogether.
The battery was a fairly powerful one. She wet the ends of the electrodes and came over to the bed, placing the battery between Paul's legs. Then she placed one of the electrodes on his balls with a crocodile clip and, holding the other in her hand, began to touch him with it. The first time the second electrode touched him he almost jerked from the bed despite his bonds.
"Oh, no, please, Olga," he cried. Not that, please."
"Oh, so you are not going to take your medicine, Mr. Paul, is that it. You're a coward. Well, if you don't stand up to it like a man, you'll never fuck me again."
He would have to go through with her punishment.
The electrode was placed at various points on his balls and prick and gradually despite the hot shafts of pain that went through him each time she touched him, he felt a strangely heavy sensation in his testicles akin to the feeling of an approaching orgasm.
Suddenly she touched the hard edge of his dick-head and without warning he ejaculated, the hot sperm shooting out in one sustained spasm. He did pot feel the excitement of actual orgasm but a strange new feeling of uncontrolled intense, joyous release, all taking place in a matter of four or five seconds.
He lay exhausted and almost unconscious on the bed when she began to untie his bonds.
Wanting him herself up her cunt she took his prick in her hands and gently brought it back to its full size, though it must have taken her ten or twelve minutes. Gradually Paul was re-aroused and filled with desire for her steaming cunt and when she finally released his prick he got on top of her and lowered his prick against her cuntlips.
"You've got to fuck me now, Paul. You mustn't fail me. Fuck me as you've never fucked anyone before."
It was asking a lot. He had come twice in the previous half hour and even his sturdy pecker was in a state of near-exhaustion. But the woman's strange fascination, her incredible sex-appeal, soon roused him to another erection and he slowly began to move his prick up and down her clinging cunt.
Her lips sought his and stimulated his stiff dick to ever new efforts, and soon he was sure rJhat he would succeed though he knew it would take time. But that she wanted too.
For nearly an hour he moved his prick in and out of her hungry twat, bringing it to the very entrance each time before moving the thick shaft back up to the hilt, slowly and deliberately.
She kissed him and caressed his neck and shoulders and gradually then began to move in a rhythm that foreshadowed their coming climaxes. He began to fuck her more quickly now, and he felt a new sense of power as he took command of the situation for the first time, ramming his prick into her jucing cunt ruthlessly to take what he wanted.
"Fuck me, Paul fuck me!" she began to scream.
He increased his tempo, gripped her body by the buttocks and shoved two fingers into her anus as he rammed his cock up her cunt just as far as it would go. And then, to get some sadistic satisfaction now that this side of his nature was fully aroused, he bit deep into her breast causing the skin to redden.
"Oh, God, you're hurting me, you're hurting me," she cried.
But there was no mercy in him now. The positions were reversed and he was mad with sadistic lust. As she cried out to him again he bit into her other breast, keeping his teeth clamped to it as she shrieked with pain.
And then he took his hands from under her and began to slap her hard across the cheeks, slap, slap, slap, he brought his right hand across first her left cheek and then her right cheek as she cried out to him to desist.
And then with his hands he took hold of her throat and pressed it till he saw alarm and appreshension in her eyes. And as he went on fucking her he kept his hand tightly on her throat until suddenly he felt his orgasm and the sudden hot flow of his creamy, white sperm, releasing his pent-up lust and sadism.
She lay quiescent in his arms, the two of them drained of their sadism and masochism, equal for once in their feelings as if two lakes of different depths had been joined together so that the water ran from one to the other until it was at the same level in each.
She had guessed that he had been to her cottage and when she told him he did not deny it.
"You must have put on some of my clothes, Paul. I wish you would do it for me sometime. I would like to treat you as a woman and if you like I could bring a man back here one week-end. He very much likes to fuck men who can assume a feminine role.
"You told me you had been buggered up your asshole. Would you like it again? It must give one and immense feeling of utter submission, and you ought to like that."
"Who is he?"
"He's nice, a young boxer, amateur of course, not a heavyweight, but with a fine, muscular body always very brown from the sun and very fastidious and attractive in a masculine sort of way."
"You screwed for him?"
"No, he's not my type, thought he did try to fuck me once. I met him in a London night-club. But I think he prefers men, though he's no more queer in one way than you. He's literally a bisexual."
"I'm not sure that I want to be buggered but I should like to please a man in my feminine attire and for him to treat me as if I were a woman. But would he know beforehand, I mean. Is there any chance of deceiving him? It would be wonderful for me to be treated as if I were really a woman, what do you think?"
"No, Paul you won't get away with that. But he will act as if you were a woman and we shall all pretend it together."
"All right, when?"
"Next week-end?"
"Yes, will you make me up properly?"
"Of course, we'd better do the whole thing properly if we are going to do it at all."
During the week Paul fluctuated in his mind between his desire for submission and his desire to get a woman and fuck her. He thought of finding April in the coffee-bar, but somehow she did not meet his current hump-desires.
He did not know what he really sought. Would he end up by becoming a complete homosexual? The idea of being fucked by a man certainly had an attraction for him, but generally speaking he had a distaste for other queers. And however much as he would like to have his cock sucked off by a man, as well as to suck off another man, he would, he knew, always desire women.
But half way through the week he decided to indulge in a little homosexuality. He knew a pub frequented by homosexuals and he spent an evening there sizing things up. Towards the end of the night he got into conversation with an African student who made an instant appeal to him.
The negro youth was well-built and strong, but obviously fastidious and sensitive. But between the two of them he knew that it would be himself that would submit.
He asked him back to his rooms and the African accepted with alacrity.
They took a taxi as the pub was some way from his rooms. As they drove along in the darkness he felt the man's hand on his leg and then touching his fly. Soon he felt his fingers on his prick and his excitement rose.
At school he had had some homosexual experiences but at the time his awareness and sensitivity were undeveloped. Now he felt an immediate and intense thrill at the man's touch.
They were back in the flat before he could come to an orgasm, and they drank for half an hour before another move on the African's part.
"I think we should get into bed, it will be more fun," he volunteered in his low husky voice.
And in the bedroom they undressed in front of each other, the African showing curiosity at his white body, especially at his genitals, and Paul was eagerly scanning the man's figure and scrutinizing his prick and balls.
The negro's prick was truly enormous and Paul knew that he would never allow himself to be buggered by it. But short of that he would be game for anything, because the black man appealed to him.
He imagined himself underneath the man's prick as he drove it into his mouth, or saw himself on top of the man sucking his huge black prick and taking his hot spunk into his mouth.
Or the man kissing him with his huge, thick lips as he looked into his eyes. Or the man sucking him and playing with his balls and asshole....
But buggery, in this case, unhappily no.
The African put his hands on Paul's shoulders and pushed him onto the bed.
It was exciting to be touched by the black hands and to feel the proximity of his hot, Mack body. In a way an African or a man of different color was as distinct as a third sex. It was easy to imagine himself, thought Paul, going to bed with almost any negro, while with the majority of whites the idea was more often than not quite repulsive.
Imagine going to bed with the average clerk, the nasty little fellow who worked in the local bank, or the average commercial traveler, or a bartender! God forbid!
Imagine being in bed with your bank manager, your grocer or your fishmonger! But with any African, still basically human and primitive with blood flowing unclogged by the phony values of Western civilization, it was different. The difference between a game bird and a chicken.
Yes he would enjoy himself with the African even if he were accused of being queer!
CHAPTER FIVE
The African's thick lips were on Paul's and he felt that he was being seduced like a girl. The man had naturally gotten on top, just as Paul would have done with a girl and the two men seemed to fall into their roles automatically.
As he pressed his thick lips onto Paul's he caressed his nipples and then moved his hand down between his legs, fondling his balls and moving his fingers titillatingly between his thighs and touching the angle between his legs.
And then he suddenly got hold of his prick. He handled it gently and only slowly began to move back Paul's foreskin, bringing his prick quickly erect to its fullest possible size as he pushed the foreskin as far back as it would go, stretching the tender skin of his stiff dick.
"You like me touching you?" the African murmured.
"Yes, do what you like to me, but I don't want you to bugger me, my asshole is kind of sore...."
"But I want to bugger you. You will like my big prick inside your asshole, I assure you. It will be so confidential....
"No, I couldn't take that," said Paul with finality in his voice.
The man did not press it but he had decided to fuck Paul's ass, just as a man would decide to rape a girl. And Paul would, the man knew, be unable to put up any physical resistance against him. If necessary he would tie him to the bed and then bugger him.
He played with Paul's balls and prick and then he swung his body round to take Paul's prick in his mouth. Paul got hold of the African's huge black dong and took it to his lips and for the first time in years his lips were in actual contact with a prick.
Slowly, as he felt the man's lips on his prick-head, he brought his own tongue into use, licking the edge of the man's cock with a flicking motion. And then he took the whole knob into his mouth.
The African now released Paul's prick and pulled his own enormous pecker from Paul's mouth. He swung round, his stiff cock swinging from him, and pushed Paul over on his face.
"No, no," said Paul.
"I'm going to fuck you, white man," the man said quietly, lust evident in his voice.
"Please," said Paul as he struggled to get out of the man's grip. But he was powerless in the African's strong hands and he felt the black body pin him down to the bed.
The man was now parting his legs and had his hard prick pressed against the cheeks of his ass. He held Paul tightly by the neck with one hand and now slid his prick into the cleavage between the cheeks until the knob was at the entrance to his asshole. Lifting his body a little and directing his prick in the right direction, the African now pushed it hard against the anal entrance.
"Oooohhh, aaagh!" screamed Paul.
But the man had got Paul in a unassailable grip now and keeping him in the same position he rammed the cock into his rectum. It went in half-an-inch or so, and Paul almost fainted with the pain.
Then the man moved his body onto Paul's ass and positioned himself for an even more brutal thrust. Paul felt the hot stinging pain, and then suddenly the world seemed to collapse round him as the prick was forced deep into his anus.
He lay there almost unconscious with the pain.
The African realized how much distress his big dick was causing Paul and lay still on his body for a few minutes, breathing hard on his neck and shoulder. As the pain gradually relaxed the man began his slow movement up and down Paul's rectum.
The African began to fuck him hard, sending the knob of his prick deep into his rectum. And then down as far as the sphincter, and then the upward thrust, and down again, holding him tight in his hands as he did so.
And strangely Paul began to feel excited. Somehow the man's prick was rousing him and as the African continued to fuck his asshole, Paul's own prick became hard, erectile, and began to throb under him.
"I'm fucking you now, white man," said the panting African, "fucking your white asshole!"
"Fuck me, fuck me, I want you to fuck me now," gasped Paul, his body trembling as he felt the huge African on his back and the man's prick working sensuously up his anus.
"I knew you'd like my black prick in your white body man," said the African with a hoarse laugh.
"Yes, go on, fuck me, fuck me," said Paul.
And the man began to fuck him as hard as he could, ramming his prick into his rectum cruelly and ruthlessly. His lust was now uncontrolled and he gripped Paul like a sack for his own pleasure, no longer aware of the man under him. He thrust his big dong up his hole up to the hilt time after time, causing Paul jabs of pain but also bringing him to his climax.
As the man's prick jabbed home for about the hundredth time, Paul's body shook with his orgasm and the man a few seconds later sent his spunk deep into Paul's rectum. Paul could feel the hot creamy liquid spurting into him and there was suddenly a center of hot wetness inside him, a feeling he had never experienced before.
The two men lay on the bed exhausted while the African's prick, becoming flaccid, slowly slid out of Paul's anus.
That week-end Paul went to Olga's and she at once took him upstairs for a whipping.
"I want to punish you really severely today," she said so that you are properly prepared for your female role.
Paul undressed hurriedly, his body trembling with anticipation at the coming whipping. She tied him to the bed with the four straps and then took down the whip which she now hung quite openly on the walls of her bedroom.
"Swish! SWISH!" she began to bring it down on his ass-his fucked and violated ass-with all her force, without any preliminaries, and Paul felt a suffused hotness taking hold of his ass-cheeks and lower back. He writhed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
"Swish! Swish! SWISH!!" she brought the whip down on him with increasing violence and Paul suddenly felt that the pain was getting the better of him and that he would have to ask her to stop. But gradually the pain seemed to take second place and soon he was moving towards an orgasm.
Olga now threw down the whip and as Paul wriggled on the bed on the brink of his climax, he saw her go to another of the drawers in the dressing table and bring out a dildo, a huge artificial rubber prick. Undressing rapidly, she took the dildo and with the four straps attached to it she fitted it to her body. Then she rubbed the artificial prick in vaseline, jumped on the bed, and got between Paul's legs.
"I think it is time I took the completely male role with you Paul. Anyway I should like to fuck you. I've never used a dildo before and I should like to try one out, it might be useful to use on young girls. I shall probably get an orgasm easily as there is a special attachment that fits into my vagina and moves up and down and massages my clitoris between my cuntlips as I fuck you. It's really a double dildo."
And then she positioned herself over Paul's anus, parted his ass cheeks and lowered herself onto him as she guided the rubber cock into his rectum. It was not as large as the African's prick, and moreover it was lubricated, but despite that Paul' suffered agonies as she penetrated him, for he was still desperately sore from the fucking at the hands of the African a few nights earlier. But he soon found a certain pleasure in having the artifical prick moving up and down his anus and he began to writhe on the bed to assist him in bringing on his climax.
The woman was breathing rapidly and hoarsely down his neck as she levered her body in and out in such a way that the prick effectively probed and raked his asshole with firm, powerful and rhythmic strokes. He could hear her panting with excitement as she herself came towards her climax.
"I am fucking you now, Paul. Do you like it?" Olga gasped.
"Yes," murmured Paul, "It's nice to be fucked by a woman like you."
She began to ram it home into his ass with renewed force an energy and Paul soon found himself dissolved in ecstasy as he came, his ass-cheeks jerking upwards both to free his ejaculating prick and to get the full force of her phallic thrusts now carrying her dildo all the way up his rectum.
But she went on fucking him long after his orgasm and suddenly, breathing harshly, she told him that she was unable to come herself. She now wanted Paul to fuck her with his prick.
She got off the bed, unstrapped the dildo from her body, and then untied Paul's straps.
"Now fuck me, Paul, please fuck me, I so much want to be fucked." She was now a woman again, her sadism satisfied, her masochistic nature coming to the fore, and her cunt calling out for a man's prick.
Paul found it hard at first to feel any desire to fuck her. He was exhausted by the treatment he had gone through, he had suffered complete humiliation at her hands, and he felt completely submissive. It was no longer easy for him at short notice to assume the masculine role and to feel an urgent desire to fuck a woman, even one gorgeous as Olga. He took her in his arms and played for time, saying to her that he would be ready for her soon; but she was not to press him too hard at that moment. She seemed to understand and for the first time they lay tenderly in each other's arms, Paul drinking in the scent of her body, fondling her lovely buttocks, and feeling the warmth of her tits against his chest.
Slowly his dick was aroused again.
He remembered how he had desired her when he had first set eyes on her, and wondered at his good fortune in being with her now, being asked to fuck her. His prick began to stir against her body and they knew that it would not be long before he would be able to give her What she needed up her twat.
He half moved over her and began to kiss her, probing her lovely sensual mouth with his tongue. He held her by the buttocks and stroked his right hand down her side and onto her thighs. As his prick hardened against her he felt the need to explore her body more thoroughly and soon he had released her lips and was moving his head down to her splendid breasts.
Once again he examined the lovely brown au-reloes surrounding her nipples, and then plunged his lips onto one of her tits. Savoring its taste and feel he twisted the nipple between his lips as he sucked avidly, as if expecting to draw milk from it. Indeed, that is what I would like to do, thought Paul, draw milk from a woman's breast. He went on sucking at Olga's tit, then at the other, greedily and avidly as he thought of himself taking milk from a woman. How could he get a woman to let him suck milk from her. He knew that before a woman gave birth to a child there was a certain amount of fluid that could be drawn from a breast two or three months after pregnancy had started, and it should not be impossible to find a woman in that condition, he thought.
He was so overcome with the desire to drink from a woman's breast that he continued to suck at Olga's lovely titties for ten or twelve minutes before he turned to her cunt. He swung his head round, parted her luscious, fleshy thighs and buried his head between them, at once scenting her cunt-odor. His tongue, lips and nose rubbed up and down her slit until he could scarcely breath, his nose clogged with her dribbling cunt, juices. If only she was not quite so fastidious, he thought, then he would be able to savor her twat more, to taste that fishy smell of an unwashed woman. He had only smelled suggestions of it with the women he had had, but he knew that he would be highly excited if he could put his mouth and nose into a cunt not quite so clean as Olga's.
He tongued her slit up and down and probed her cunt with his prick and he was now feeling the heavy weight of desire in his balls, and the tinglingly electric sensation that he always felt at the base of his spine as he moved towards fulfillment.
I was time to fuck Olga.
He swung round and got between her legs, looking into her erotic eyes as he did so. She smiled her enigmatic smile and pulled him to her, taking the taste of her own cunt on her lips as he moved his prick right into her cunthole.
He kissed her and slowly allowed his prick to move up her vagina, and suddenly he felt its warmth, its luscious desirable wetness, its truly feminine receptiveness.
And then he fucked her!
He fucked her as if he wanted to redeem himself in her eyes, to prove beyond dispute his virile prick, now so sadly tarnished in his own eyes, if not in hers. As he smashed his prick into her clinging cunt he thought of the African's cock up his ass, and then of Olga's dildo. Each stroke he made up her warm, liquid cunt was in return for his own subjugation, which he now saw with distaste. His sadism was taking possession of him now, his desire was mixed with a desire to hurt and humiliate. He rammed his prick into her twat with increasing zest as he put his hands under her buttocks and used her almost like a pillow, bouncing her on the bed as he wished, gripping her to him when he rammed his prick into her, and then digging his nails into her anus. She was moaning and crying out with ecstasy, her eyes were closed, and her cunt quivered and trembled with delight. He now worked his prick in as deep as he had ever got it and then with five or six short sharp jabs with it against her uppermost cunt, he shot his load of hot sperm as she clung to him and cried out in her own ecstatic joy of coming....
Olga's friend, the boxer, arrived the following afternoon, but Olga had already prepared Paul for his role. It had been agreed that they would not at first reveal that Paul was a man.
Paul looked attractive enough to appeal to most men, perhaps most of all to a bisexual like Olga's amateur boxing friend. H wore a wig of long fair hair, slightly darkened eyebrows and eyelashes, and a pink dress with high collar. Underneath he was wearing a padded white bra, white nyon panties, a garter-belt and slip. The garter-belt held up a pair of bronze colored nylon stockings which lent a certain extra plumpness to his legs. His shoes, the largest Olga could find, were black with the modern stubby heel. His face was lightly made up, his lips heavily colored and shaped in with a sexy maroon-colored lipstick.
"This is Paillette," said Olga. "Andrew," she added looking at Paul.
Paul spoke in a low hoarse voice and Olga felt that Andrew had fallen for the ruse. He appeared to be interested in Paulette and eyed her up and down more than once as they talked together, though Olga did most of the talking.
"This is the girl friend I told you about, Andrew. I think I can leave her in your hands for an hour or so, as I have to go out to tea to some local friends. So please make yourselves comfortable."
It had been arranged that Olga should leave them together for an hour or so, and she had actually invited herself to some acquaintances to tea in the village.
As soon as she left the cottage, Andrew came over and sat at Paul's side, putting his left arm round him.
Paul was tremendously excited at playing the femine role. He was not so much concerned about a homosexual relationship; indeed he was a little disgusted at what had happened to him with the African, and he felt that he would be un-likely to submit to asshole fucking again. He was much more excited by dressing as a woman, being taken for a woman. One side of his nature wanted to be a woman, not so much to be used as one for humping, but to be treated like one. Straightforward homosexuality with its ass-fucking and cock-sucking made very little appeal to him; but the role of a woman fitted in with his desire for submission and subjugation, the role he took with Olga. But how much more submissive he could be to a man, how much more exciting to be treated like a woman by another man!
The man pressed his lips into Paul's hair and he must have been excited by the scent of it for he suddenly moved round and, pushing Paul back on the divan, he kissed him violently on his lip-sticked red lips. It was very exciting to be kissed in this way, to be pressed back on a divan, and treated like a woman. The man obviously had no suspicions as yet and he tongued Paul's lips and mouth with the enthusiasm of a young man for his girl lover.
Soon he was moving his hand down Paul's dress and feeling his padded breasts. Then his hand moved down the dress, over his flat stomach and felt, under the pink nylon, the top of his white nylon panties.
Paul's cock was flaccid but he began to worry as the man moved his hand onto his mound, kissing him passionately as he did so.
He shifted his body and the man's hand moved to Paul's well-shaped thighs. Then down his leg, up under the dress and up to the top of his stockings where he felt the soft smooth flesh of his inner thighs. His hand was dangerously near his prick and balls now which were tightly encased in a small pair of Olga's briefs that fitted Paul's genitals to perfection. And then the man took his hand away and pushing Paul flat on his ass, pushed one knee between Paul's legs and got on top of him, kissing him as he did so.
"Do you like me?" Andrew asked Paul.
"Yes, I think you are very nice," said Paul in his low hoarse voice.
"Will you let me fuck you, Paulette?" he asked her, lust showing in his eyes.
"Well, perhaps later. We haven't time now as Olga will be back."
"There is time. She won't be here for another three-quarters of an hour or so."
"No, not yet, we'll see," said Paul firmly.
The man gave up for the moment and began to fondle Paul's breasts. And then he turned to Paul's back and turning him over so that he lay face down, undid the fist two or three buttons of his dress. When he saw Paul's back with the fresh white straps of the bra he began to kiss his back. But the slip Paul was wearing prevented him from looking any further down Paul's back.
The man seemed content now to lie on Paul's back, kissing his long blonde hair and neck before Olga returned he was appealing to him again to let him fuck him, turning him face upwards on the divan and getting on top of him. Luckily Olga returned as Paul's cock began to erect and harden....
Olga and Paul had a hurried consultation at the first opportunity, and they decided that Andrew would be very angry, even dangerous, if he found out that Paul was not a woman. They decided therefore that Paulette should disappear with a bad headache and that later Paul should put in an appearance, presumably having just arrived from Oxford.
Paulette excused herself when Andrew returned from the bathroom and, apologizing profusely, said she would have to go to bed. Olga sympathized with her so much that Anderw was bound to accept the situation.
"She's not very well today," Olga explained. "I think she's got her period coming on. However, no doubt you'll be meeting her another time. Do you like her?"
"Yes," said Andrew, "She had a strange appeal for me. I can't quite explain it. She's almost like a young boy-the type of girl I really love to screw, as you know."
"Well, if you go for young boys of that type you'll probably like her brother Paul. He's coming over tonight."
"Is he queer, I mean her brother?"
"No, I wouldn't say that, but he might be willing to join in some frigging around with us two."
And when Paul, having got rid of every trace of make up, and putting on his expensive suit suddenly put in an appearance, Andrew was impressed by the likeness between Paul and Paulette.
"Your sister's not too well," announced Olga after introducing Paul to Andrew. "You'd better just go up and say hello to her."
Paul left the room and went upstairs and after a few minutes came down again, scarcely able to suppress his laughter. "Hm, she's not too well and I think she'd better not be disturbed tonight. Looks as if she's been overdoing it."
"I'm sure you are right. Poor Andrew will have to wait till another time to make his advances to her I'm afraid."
CHAPTER SIX
Paul's life was in a turmoil and he was unsure what he would do next.
He was beginning to have doubts about his continued fuck-relationship with Olga. The more he saw her, the more he felt her domination, and the more he felt that he was likely to end up as a kind of slave, probably dressed in women's attire. Transvestism had a distinct appeal for him, but only as a sort of occasional hobby, not as a normal condition. He certainly had no intention, at least at this stage of his life, of becoming known as a transvestite.
At the back of his mind was the desire to find a wife for his normal hump-needs, because he had a great capacity and yearning for fuck. At the same time he would like to have opportunities to indulge in screwing adventures from time to time as they presented themselves to him, but not to the extent that they should upset his life.
He was indeed at the crossroads. If he fell in love with the right woman, his future would be a fairly normal heterosexual one, he realized; if not, and he continued to miss the affection and love of a normal woman, then anything could happen to him.
It was at this period-some months after he had first met Olga Sevigny-that he met Lavinia Justice.
Lavinia was easily, in Paul's eyes, absolutely the most attractive woman he had ever seen. In the eyes of the world she was the kind of girl that one looked at twice but did not necessarily write home about. Moderately tall, dark, with a white skin, slightly slanting eyes, full mouth, she appealed very much to one kind of man, not necessarily to another. Her figure was outstanding: slim luscious sized breasts and a most voluptuous ass was how Paul would have described her if he lad been asked to do so after their first meeting.
And he would have added-and rightly-she has the most wonderful legs you have ever seen. The hostess at the party where they met had ntroduced them and had more or less abandoned hem to themselves.
"Oh, Paul you must meet Lavinia. Lavinia his is Paul Snow."
"How do you do," said Paul.
"How do you do," said Lavinia in a not too well educated voice.
Lavinia came from Wales and her father was a Director of a company-not exactly top-drawer. But Lavinia had broken with her "middle-class" parents and had gone up to Oxford for a year for a diploma course, though she was not actually a member of the University.
"Are you studying up at Oxford?" she asked him. The party was in London during the Christmas vacation.
"Yes, and you?"
"Well, I'm just doing a year's work in social studies."
"Oh, interesting. What made you do that?"
"Oh, fed up with my family, interested in people all that sort of thing, you know." And she smiled at him for the first time revealing the cutest dimples in both her cheeks.
That was when Paul fell for her hook, line and sinker, though he had already liked her face and the way her hair fell from her shapely head ... and of course there was always her terrific ass.
Whether he was in love with her or not, was not clear to him at that time, but he knew that she was important to him and that, in any case, she was worth going a long way for to fuck.
He wondered if she were a virgin, and determined to find out.
"Well, how do you find Oxford? Lots of parties, boy friends and things?"
"No, well, not lots. I haven't any particular boyfriends," she said and looked rather naive and embarrassed for a moment.
"Well, it's time you did. Why not let me be your boyfriend?"
They both laughed but the fact that she didn't say "no" was encouraging.
"Anyway I've got an apartment in London for the vacation," Paul told her. "Why not come and have a drink one day?"
"All right," she said. "I'd love to. Where do you stay?"
"It's in Hampstead. What about you?"
"Oh, I'm staying with friends in Swiss Cottage."
"Girl friends?"
Lavinia lowered her eyes and said, he thought untruthfully, "Yes."
So there was someone else in her life, and maybe that someone was even fucking her ... as he wanted to. Imediately he felt very jealous and decided that he would have to work on her quickly.
"Why not come tomorrow?"
"Well, y-yes, I suppose I could," she said as if a little unsure.
"We'll, come at say eight. I'll be there by half past seven but I'll expect you at eight. Right?"-
"Right," she smiled back at him and he went from the party with a happy heart as well as a good hardon.
A little after eight the following evening Lavinia rang Paul's bell in Sought Hill Park. Paul opened the door and admitted her. He had never felt so nervous, even when he had first met Olga, and he was determined to impress her. He took her into a large studio-like room, filled with contemporary funiture, paintings and books.
"Oh, what a lovely room!" said Lavinia. "Is it yours?"
"No, I told you. It's a friend's."
"Oh, I'd like to live here. I'm so fed up with stuffy places like my home and my room in Oxford."
"Oh, well you'd better get married in that case, married to a man with money and taste."
They laughed and she said: "Have you got both those things?"
"Oh, well not exactly. I've got the taste but very little money. Still I suppose I'll get the money one day. What about it?"
"What about what?"
Marrying me," said Paul and he was now quite serious.
"Oh, don't be silly, I hardly know you," and she laughed the matter away.
They had a few drinks and then he took her hand and led her to the divan under the window. They sat down and he kept hold of her hand as he continued to talk to her.
After a while he maneuvered himself to her side and ventured to put an arm round her waist. He knew that he was taking a risk, as it was obvious that she was not an easy lay: she might have contempt for his too bold advances and just not see him again. He had still not learned whether she was a virgin or not, but he could see that she was certainly not a promiscuous fucker. Indeed, n some ways she seemed to be very cold.
But she let his arm stay round her waist.
Gradually he pulled her back until she was laying back in his arm, her shoulder against his chest. Now he got the scent of her hair and her body and it made an instant appeal to him. He could not describe it, but he would never forget it for the rest of his life. It also gave his prick an extraordinary hardon.
And then he took the next step: he half turned her head to him and kissed her gently on her lips. They were cold and unresponsive, but he did not linger over the kiss, as he was not going to risk a rebuff.
She was quiet for a long time and then he pulled her round again and he kissed her , keeping his lips on hers and moving them across, slightly touching hers with his tongue as he did so. She neither protested nor co-operated. Her lips were cold and uninviting, yet they seemed to hold the potentiality of great sensuality. He resolved to find the combination that would get her to give him her cunt. He felt she was capable of a wild fucking spree.
He moved slightly in his seat so that he could push her back, holding her in his arms. And then he kissed her firmly, bringing his lips down onto hers and pressing her ass into the cusions on the divan as he did so.
"What do you think you are up to?" she said, but she smiled as she spoke.
"Well, I want to make love to you."
"I'm not sure that I want you to. I have a lover."
Paul's world fell to pieces and his heart beat faster. But he did not want to show how much he wanted to fuck her and had already begun to depend on her.
"You have a lover? How serious?"
And then Paul had the shock of his life.
"Oh, I fucked with him for the first time last night."
"Oh, God," Paul could not hide his feelings any longer. "Oh God, if only I'd known I wouldn't have let you go. I'd have talked you into coming here."
"I don't think that you would. I met this man where I am staying, he lives in the house, and I had agreed to go to screw with him last night." The girl spoke so matter-of-factly about humping that it shocked Paul.
"How long have you known him?"
"Oh, a week, I suppose."
So she had met a man and fucked with him within a week-almost casually. Paul spoke bitterly: "Are you in the habit of always screwing with men you've only known a week?"
"No, he was the first one."
"You mean, you mean you were a virgin until last night?" said Paul astounded.
"Yes."
"God, if only I'd known. And how did you like your first fuck?"
"That's my business. I don't discuss my intimate secrets with other people."
Paul was silent now and did not know what move to make next. He was deeply disappointed; this lovely attractive girl had already had a frigging session with some fellow living in a Hamp-stead boarding house after knowing him for only a week. She had given herself to him, given away her maiden-head. With a bit of luck he could have had her sweet cherry himself. He was filled .with chagrin.
"Well, will you fuck with me?"
"No, not now, perhaps one day, I don't know."
"Can I make love to you now, not fuck you?"
She held out her hand and pulled him gently to her giving him her lips. They felt warm and more receptive, and she held him there for half a minute. "Yes," she said quietly, "You can make love to me a bit, but I'll have to go soon, as I promised to spend the night fucking with him, with Dick."
Paul was hurt but he was not going to miss the chance to stake his claim for the future. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. He had never wanted to kiss anyone as much as Lavinia and he kept his lips glued to hers for ten or fifteen minutes as they exchanged tongues and saliva. He was extremely jealous as he thought of the other man kissing her, and when he thought of him actually fucking her his blood boiled.
He pushed her onto her ass on the divan and began to fondle her lovely legs.
He moved his hand over her knees and onto the thighs. As he moved his hand further up he felt that her thighs had that unique soft fleshy quality that he liked so much in a woman.
Very soon he had his hand on the flesh at the tops of her stockings and then felt her panties, pushing his finger into the crotch. She was beginning to be excited now and she moved her body from time to time as he touched her in some sensitive spot near her pussy.
He returned to her legs and after fondling them for a while he took his hand away and began to undo the buttons of her shirt. She wore a shirt over and outside her skirt, and he could see that under the shirt there was nothing but a bra. As soon as he had unbuttoned the shirt he pulled it over her shoulders and she was naked from the waist except for her bra. He rapidly unclasped it and saw for the first time her lovely, shapely titties.
They were not exceptionally large but they were big enough, and had the brown aureole he liked so much; her ruby-red nipples seemed to be inverted and he knew at once that such a girl needs a lot of rousing. He fingered the nipples in turn trying to pull out the inverted nipple and eventually he was successful in making them erect to their full size. They jutted from her lovely breasts and he at once took the left one in his mouth. After sucking it for a while and feeling that she was beginning to respond to him he took the other and tongued and sucked away at it in the same way. As he sucked her nipples his right hand had gone up her skirt again and he was pushing his finger under her crotch to find her slit. It was wet and dripping with her cunt-juices and he wondered whether she would now be willing to change her mind.
He unzipped her skirt, pulled it down her lovely legs, and then pulled off her black panties. She wore no garter-belt as her stockings were held up by thin elastic garters, so she was now nude except for her lovely nylons.
He had never enjoyed looking at a body as much as he did at Lavinia's. She was not all that beautiful, yet she had some strange sexual quality that appealed to him madly. As he looked down at her dark brown curly bush-hair and saw it disappearing into her slit of her cunt, he suddenly felt madly jealous of her other fucker.
He now got half on top of her naked body and kissed her with a new passion, and before he knew what was happening he was coming, shooting his hot wad of sperm in his trousers, something that had not happened to him since he was a boy. Whether the girl knew or not Paul did not know, but she must have guessed for after he had lain still at her side for a few more minutes she said:
"Well, you won't mind if I go now. Or I shall be late for Dick."
And she got up from the bed and began to dress. Paul looked at her lovely long back, rounded asscheeks and fine thighs as she dressed and he was filled with desire for her that knew no bounds.
She left him after promising to come to see him that week-end.
The girl went back to her room in Hampstead and she had not been there for more than five minutes when there was a knock on the door and a small Syrian of about forty entered.
"Where've you been?" he asked her.
"It's no business of yours. I came back for you as I promised so you should be pleased."
"Well, don't start messing me about, that's all. Let's undress."
The man was already half-undressed and as the girl got up from the bed to take off her clothes he threw off his pants to reveal his enormous erect prick. She got back on the bed when she had taken off her clothes and waited for him to put his prick into her. "You won't make me pregnant, will you Dick?" she said.
"No, I'll pull my cock out tonight. I forgot to get any rubbers."
"Promise."
"Of course, you fool. I don't want you fucking pregnant."
The man got between her lovely thighs inserted his prick between her moist, juicy cunt-lips and then got on top of her body and began to kiss her avidly. He moved his huge prick in and out of her twat and soon he was on the point of orgasm. He felt that he would not be able to contain himself much longer, so ramming his prick into her cunt five or six times as hard and rapidly as he could he suddenly whipped his cock from her vagina and slumped onto her stomach as he ejaculated globs and globs of his hot, white come on her belly.
"Oh, that was good," he murmured, "but better if I'd been able to stay in you. How about you?"
But the girl was crying, crying for her lost virginity, crying because she had thrown it a-way so lightly on a man Who made no attempt to rouse her or help her to reach an orgasm too.
She lay there thinking of Paul and wondering whether he would fuck her the same selfish way. Were all men as selfish as Dick? She hoped not. So far she had never experienced an orgasm, either when she had tried to give one to herself as she masturbated her cuntlips or during the three fucks she had had with Dick. But she had gone to a doctor when she was about sixteen and she had had to ask him about her periods. He had taken advantage of her and had told her it was necessary to rouse her for a proper examination. He had then used a vibro-massager on her clitoris and she had had the most thrilling moment of her young life.
She felt that Paul was much more aware of her needs than her Syrian fucker, and there had been a moment when he was fondling her pussy that night when she felt close to an orgasm. She began to regret not having stayed with him and let him fuck her to his eager cock's content....
She was reflecting on her two meetings with him when Dick, his prick hard and erect again, got on top of her and pushed his prick into her virginal cunt again. He at once began to slam home his cock with all his power and within a matter of minutes he was withdrawing it again to come between her legs.
She determined to let Paul fuck her when she next saw him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Paul could hardly wait for the night when Lavinia would come again to his flat. He was so orny and hardup that he walked the streets looking for a woman to fuck, thought of going to a prostitute, even considered taking a train down to Oxford to go to Olga's.
He was on one of his walks when he saw a pregnant girl walking along the edge of the Heath. Immediately his hump-lust was roused and he took the risk of going up to her.
"You going for a walk?" he asked her. She was a working-class girl, quite pretty, but badly groomed.
"Yes, what's it to do with you?" she said with a Cockney accent.
"Nothing. But if you'd like to earn a few pounds...."
The girl looked at him suspiciously. "Well, I'm not one of those girls, but I need the money, and I might. How much will you give me?"
"Well, a twenty ... How's that?"
Her eyes opened wide. "All right, where shall we do it?
"Oh, not outside: You had better come to my apartment: It's only down the road."
As they walked back to his flat he asked her how many months she was pregnant. It was with increasing excitement that he heard that she was nearly seven months.
"I don't suppose you have any milk yet?" he asked her.
"Oh, yes, I'm wet in my titties all the time. I'm having to wear cottonwool in my bra."
It was too good to be true and Paul hurried her along Parliament Hill into South Hill Park. He almost pushed her up the steps into his flat.
"Well, take your clothes off, he said to her as soon as they reached the bedroom. "Heve's, your money. If you are a very good girl, there may be some more for you. How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"Good, well hurry up then and let's get fucking, my girl!"
The girl took off her skirt and blouse and stood there with huge breasts in her bra and a bulging stomach under her slip. Paul could hardly wait to see her all naked and he gasped with excitement as she took off her slip and he saw her tummy bulging from a pair of blue panties. She pushed the panties down, undid a narrow garter-belt and removed it together with her stockings. She was naked except for her bra.
She got on the bed and waiting for him as he threw off his trousers and shorts, exposing his throbbing, erect cock.
She was very big and he began to doubt whether he would be able to fuck her. But he was not really so concerned about fucking her, though when he saw her pregnant body lying in front of him he had new and strange feelings of lust. What he really wanted was her titties.
"What about your bra?"
"Oh, well I'd better keep that on or I might make a mess on your bed."
"Oh, never mind I'll take care of that. I might even drink some of your milk away," he said laughingly.
She undid her bra and took it off and Paul saw her huge milk-filled naked breats. They were enormous, with large prominent blue veins running towards the nipples, Which were a delicate pink color. Even as she took off the bra Paul could see a small discharge oozing from one of her nipples: it looked like very thin milk.
He got on the bed at her side and began to fondle one of her tits. He kneaded it gently, touched the nipples and then gently squeezed one of them. As he did so the liquid oozed out more freely and he could see that it was the pre-milk fluid.
This was it then, the different sensation he had wanted for a long time. He was thoroughly roused now, his big cock hard and erect against the girl's side as he bent down and very slowly brought his lips to the nipple. He at once tasted the liquid. It was rather pleasant, sweet for his taste, but it was bearable.
Whatever its taste, Paul would have drunk it for he desired more than anything else to experience the sensation of drinking real breast-milk from a woman's tits.
He took the nipple firmly in his mouth and began to suck the milk from her breast.
Words are impossible to find to describe the joy he felt as he sucked and swallowed at her nipple. He was fulfilled in a way he had never experienced before: it seemed almost the complete humiliation as he resumed the role of a child. At the same time he got a self-punishing delight from taking and drinking something that no one else in the world would want anyway. He drank and drank from the large tit until he had sucked it dry, and then he went to the other side of the divan, lay at the girl's side and took the other pink nipple in his mouth. In another five or ten minute he had sucked that dry too.
He got up from the bed and told the girl she could go.
"Aren't you going to fuck me?" she asked him with a note of surprise and curiosity in her voice. "You gave me more than enough money!"
"I gave you the money for the milk."
She laughed. "Well, you can have as much as you like for that price."
"Where can I contact you?"
"Well, I'm not married so I live with my parents. They keep the Red Cow in Mai ton Street. Ask for me there but don't let on what you want me for. My name's Elsie."
"O.K. Elsie, if I want any more milk I'll know where to find you. And don't you let on either."
"Course not." And with that she dressed and after she had kissed him good-bye she went on her way.
The following Saturday Paul was all ready for Lavinia when she arrived at eight o'clock. He was playing a record of Debussy's "Images" and Lavinia at once said how much she liked Debussy. He was glad that they shared the same taste in music.
After a few drinks she lay back on the divan and he came over to her, sitting at her side and looking down at her attractive face ... and of course her marvelous ass.
"Well," he said, "What's been happening?"
"Nothing much," she said. "What could have happened?"
"About your boy-friend-the guy that's been fucking you!"
"Oh, that, that's over."
"Over?"
"Yes."-
"Then you might...."
"I might do lot's of things."
"Like what?"
"Like taking up your offer."
"Will you, will you marry me?"
"Yes, I want to."
Paul took her in his arms and kissed her. Her lips were now receptive and warm and she let him probe her mouth as he wished. He lay at her side and began to pull off her clothes and soon she was naked at his side. Looking down at her shapely and attractive body he could scarcely believe his good fortune. He ran his hands over her breasts and belly, fondled her bush-hair and then for the first time touched her slit. He pushed his finger into it and then into her vagina-his personal cunt....
"How many times have you been fucked altogether?" he said smiling at her.
"Six, that's all-all by the same man as you know."
"Oh, well we'll forget the six and start at number one now, shall we?"
"Fine."
And those were the last words they spoke until he had immediately shoved his uncontrollable hardon inside her cunt for twenty minutes or more, gently fucking her with his mouth on hers, her arms round his neck and shoulders.
And then she cried out that she thought she was going to come.
"All right love, I'll fuck your cunt real hard now and make you come properly."
He bean to increase the tempo of his strokes now as he fucked his future wife. In he rammed his cock, and then pulled it down her now clinging vagina, and then up again to her cervix as he felt the heavy weight of explosive desire in his balls. And she began to moan her utter ecstasy and relight as she came to her first orgasm with the man she loved the moment she had set eyes on him. And Paul came to the best orgasm of his life because for the first time he experienced the joy of a mixture of affection, love and hump-lust all at the same time.
As the spurting sperm explosion came he rammed his prick into her twat as hard as he could four or five times and then he let go: she writhed her delight as the hot creamy semen began to hit her upper vagina, and he was suddenly transported into another world as he felt his cock-juice spurt into her pussy and felt at the same time the twitching spasms of her orgasm.
They lay naked and resting next to each other for a long time and he told her about his past life. She told him she understood and she hoped that he would find just the kind of fucking he needed in her, but if he did not he was welcome to go elsewhere as long as he did not neglect her cunt needs for a good orgasm.
He told her that it was very un-likely that he would ever want to look elsewhere for his fuck-needs again. He found her beauty and body dominated him in a new an unique way that would not require beatings and whippings for its expression. He would be her man, devote himself to her, and in that way, he felt, he might fulfill his masochistic needs.
"And what about the milk?" she asked teasingly.
"Well, when you are seven or eight months pregnant I can drink yours," was his answer.
"Fine, I'd love that. Oh, I hope I'm pregnant already. By the way Dick never came in me, he always withdrew so you can claim to be the first man to have shot your load inside me. Does that help a bit?"
"Oh, it does, and I hope that I'll be the last. Do you think you'll ever be unfaithful to me?"
"I shouldn't think it's very likely. I think you'll always fulfill my cunt with that gorgeous big dick of yours. But you've told me so much about yourself that I imagaine that you'd get a kick out of seeing me fucked by another man."
"Nonsense," said Paul, but as he turned to take her in his arms again, and put his prick into her luscious cunt, he knew that there might be some truth in what she had just said....
