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FICTION FROM Proculus: Phillippa (teen, anal)
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Another erotic story from the Proculus!
Copyright (C) 1998 by Proculus.   All Rights Reserved.   Free distribution
via
electronic medium (i.e.  the internet or electronic BBS) is permitted as
long as the text is not modified and this copyright is included,  but no
other form of publication is allowed. This document may contain material
of an ADULT nature. *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*.  Anything offensive is your
own problem.  This story is for **entertainment** purposes only and does
not necessarily represent the viewpoints of the author or the electronic
source where this was obtained.   All characters are fictional and any
resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.
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She was the only child of rich parents and I met her in Munich where I was
learning German in the early 1930s; whilst she was staying with an
impoverished German countess who received such English girls in her home
likewise to learn German and for a general finishing course. Phillippa,
the girl, was the most ravishing little blonde with the loveliest face and
figure imaginable. I fell for her absolutely and totally, as did various
other young English and German boys. But though we met and dined and danced,
she was always heavily chaperoned by the countess and there was no
possibility of being alone with her.
I returned to England still besotted with her, but unable to do more than
wank myself silly to her image. Then I summoned up the courage to invite her
to a matinee. Her parents evidently thought they had better have a look at
the young man who was talking about their daughter and invited me to lunch
beforehand. I think they must have thought me so gauche and harmless that
after lunch they went their own separate ways and did not reappear, allowing
their daughter to bring me back to tea after the theatre. I remember nothing
of the play - only her lovely profile, illuminated by the stage and the
subtle warm scent of her lovely person in the seat beside me.
We drove back to the house in a rather tense silence. She excused herself
when we arrived, sending me also to wash my hands. A maid brought tea and
we made conversation. Phillippa had changed into a lovely green satin frock,
her face was freshly made up and waves of the great perfume of the day kept
wafting from her. In my eyes she was a goddess! She rang for the maid to
remove the tea tray, telling her she wouldnt be needing her any more. Then
she got up and stood in front of me. You think Im very beautiful, dont
you? she said with a light smile playing around her red lips. Oh, I do! I
said, blushing furiously. Yes, lam very beautiful, she went on, and I
have a lovely body too. Would you like to see it? I was taken aback I could
only gulp and nod. Well, you shall! she said. She dropped her hands down
to the hem of her frock and fixing me with her blue gaze, slowly pulled it
up.
I gazed spellbound as more and more of her lovely slim legs appeared,
encased in the sheerest flesh-coloured stockings, until the darker tops of
her stockings were revealed, then an expanse of creamy-white thighs and the
darlingest pair of pure white silk panties pulled right up into her V. I
had hardly taken in this vision of loveliness when she turned round to
reveal the back view and simultaneously slipped her thumbs under the
waistband of her panties and peeled them slowly right the way down until she
could step out of them.
I dont think I have ever in my life seen such a heavenly bottom - creamy
white, satin smooth and absolutely flawless with an appealing little crack
between her rounded twin orbs which seemed to promise heaven knows what
mysteries and forbidden delights. She looked at me over her shoulder, I
have a lovely bottom, havent I? It was much more of a statement than a
question. Its..its the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen. I blurted
out. Then you may come and kiss it, she replied. I fell forward on my
knees and kissed first the one cheek and then the other - very reverently. I
felt her shiver slightly and she planted her feet apart; then her hands
descended towards the crack between her heavenly orbs and slowly but firmly
pulled them apart. As if in a dream I found my eyes within inches of this
holy of holies - a place of existence of which I had never really and
truly believed when it came to such devinely equisite girls as Phillippa. A
delicious and very slight fringe of golden hair lined the innermost part of
her cleft, forming a frame to the perfect star of the tiny sphincter,
which itself was of the most delicate pinky-beige hue, giving it a
wonderfully unused look.
Dont you want to pay homage to it? she asked in a low, husky voice,
without turning her blonde head. I leant forward again and buried my nose
and mouth in the soft warm cleft. A subtle but intoxicating aroma filled my
nostrils, compounded by perfumed talc powder and the slightly sharper but
fresh scent of female parts. Very tentatively I produced the tip of my
tongue and with it touched the very centre of that equisite star. I felt
her shudder and simultaneously she took her hands away from holding up her
frock so that I was suddenly and deliciously imprisoned, as in a perfumed
tent, with her lovely bottom for company. From her movements I then realised
that she had plunged one hand up the front of her skirt and was frantically
frigging herself. With the other she had reached out for support on the back
of a nearby sofa. This enabled her to lean more forward and plant her legs
much further apart. She began to moan - and, emboldened by her own abandon,
I spread her bum cheeks wide with my thumbs and thrust my eager tongue right
through underneath to the very lips of her little oozing cunt. Then drawing
it back along the cleft to the pouting little anus, which I guessed was the
part on which she wished me to concentrate. Under my tent my nostrils were
filled with the tangy odour of her streaming genitals.
As she began to sob with esctasy, I knew that her climax was at hand.
Maddened by lust - for my iron hard tool was paining me terribly inside my
trousers. I cast all fear and all scruple to the wind, rose shakily to my
feet, throwing up her skirt as I did so, dragged out my dribbling cock and
rubbed its knob up and down that darling crack, all slippery with our joint
juices. Presenting the moist fiery head up against the tight entrance to her
bottom I urged my bloated knob into her dark twinkling hole. She suffered
the penetrating surge by constricting her opening, sheathing the throbbing
bulb inside. I then delivered into her yielding virgin dimple a seething
torrent of seminal passion. The waves of milky spunk erupted from the vent
of my trapped knob inundating her trembling bottom with a glutinous blanket
of white pearly seed. I engulfed her infertile passage with muffled squirts
of hot creamy fluid until her bottom was so full of the fat, clotted spunk
it swamped each foaming gush ever more faintly. Withdrawing my stiffness
from the clutching embrace of her brimming anus my knob gleamed with sticky
juices. As I spunked again I aimed it at that star like twitching sphincter,
which seemed to be her pride and joy. The force of my sperm was so
agonisingly exquisite that I closed my eyes at first; then I opened them to
see my tool still spurting rhythmically against its target and the thick
sperm slowly beginning to slide down towards the gaping vulva. There was no
Pill in those days, so I snatched up the little white silk panties from
the floor and quickly wiped it upwards to where her anus was still exposed,
I didnt want to give, her a swollen belly! I wiped my cock with the
panties - afterwards stuffing them in my pocket.
Phillippa remained motionless for a moment, then straightened herself and
dropped her frock. Then turning with flushed face and shinning eyes, she
kissed me tenderly. You had better go now, she said as Mummy and Daddy
may be back any minute and I must go upstairs and see to myself. So I left
her - with the strange feeling that we should never repeat this tantalising
performance. Nor did we - although I met her once or twice more at parties,
where we never referred to what had passed between us. If I hadnt had those
darling white panties to remind me - and they were my most treasured
possession for many a month afterwards - it might all have seemed just a
dream.

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proculus@hotmail.com
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(The Storymaster)






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