Chapter 2
I remained rather pure during my young years in the realm of sexual experiences-. However I must admit to you that the usual adventures of young boys was really a stage that I was comparatively ignorant of. At sixteen I could easily be dubbed as an innocent. I received my excitation through the rubbing up against women and passing a light unnoticed hand around their contours when the occasion brought me this pleasure. But I did not masturbate and this you'll have to take my word for it.
I attained, at shortly after sixteen or seventeen, a state of continual excitement
There wasn't any doubt about it, I would have to find myself a female companion.
But where was I going to find her. Of course there were the paid houses. This really did not tempt me and besides there was the problem of getting a good dose of venereal disease.
The classical solution seemed to be the only real one I would have to choose one of my mother's friends and, at that a married woman, so as to not have any difficulties.
I scanned over the likely prospects.
Some were just too dull and others were plainly virtuous to the the 'nth degree. My choice rested on a cousin, who was blond and healthy as a fresh plant. And I hoped she would lead me to the pleasant satisfaction of love making.
Her husband was as big and strong as she was and besides he was the manager of our football team. At least, this gave me the occasion to meet her more frequently.
Finally the opportunity came. I felt that. I could now make my move. She. borrowed a screw driver which I had Slowed away in my bicycle kit and she brought it back with a large thankful smile.
With a lump in my throat, I stammered forth. - 'When someone borrows something, they usually have to give something in return' -
- 'Hummmmm'-
Her eyebrows lifted. She wasn't sure whether I was speaking seriously or just pulling her leg, which I certainly wanted to do.
- 'And what do I owe you for it ?' -
- 'A kiss' -
Her hearty laugh wounded me like a stinging slap. She wiped her eyes for she had laughed so hard.
- 'But I could be your mother' -
Not quite. She was scarcely more than thirty two years of age and should have known the effect she had on boys of my age. I had waited for the moment for a long time and I was certainly in love with her at the time.
She listened to my feeble pleading without, becoming angry. And then she delivered the blow and put everything in its proper light.
- "Can you imagine what my husband would say if I told him about this ?-
A cold sweat crept down my back. I apologized and said that I lost my head. I let slip out some massive complements and wiggled and turned and attempted to free myself from a difficult situation. I wondered for many hours after whether I was adroit enough to prevent a real disaster. I returned home and tried not to think about it.
A few days later I delivered a football to my cousin's house, (incidentally her name was Rosalyn) which was to be used in our big game.
Rosalyn's husband wasn't there and she was wearing simply a dressing gown. She looked me over or at least I imagined she showed some interest. We exchanged some banalities. Then in a tragic undertone she announced, 'I haven't been able to sleep for some two or three nights'
The only thing I was able to suggest was some aspirins or sleeping pills. She came close to me and with her eyes fixed on me. She became more precise.
- 'It's all because of you, naughty cousin. I thought of what you said. Is it true that you like me as much as all that ?' -
By gosh, if this was true, I was going to show her what I meant. She offered me her mouth with hungry satisfaction and planted a long vibrant tongue that slipped into my willing open cavity. I took the next step without hesitation and slid my hands under her gown and caressed her breast, which was covered by a light negligee. How I wanted to open the rest of her night gown.
- No, not now. I want it to be very good and right.'
She was in agreement with me. What else needed to be said.
She turned to gather a garment, from her ward robe closet. As site bent over she offered me a view of her round wholesome bottom. My prick was standing straight up and wanted to plunge through my pants. I glued myself against, her rump and she maneuvered herself in such a way as to better adjust the hardened rod between her slightly covered cheeks. But she regained her senses and backed away and would not allow me to touch her for the rest of the day.
- 'Later. We must be patient'.-
This little game of feeling up one another lasted for almost two months. It wasn't that she was a teaser, but she was extremely discrete. She was quite aware that her husband worked next door and she had no intention of risking a fatal scene. This seemed to exclude the possibility of making love in her apartment. She also was against a hotel which would not be too convenient and rather outrageous to her particular sentiment. One must trust in a woman, who after all, really decides.
There remained one outside chance. My mother who had taken on the responsibility as a traveling agent for a hat shop, and during certain days she was forced to leave the house all day.
She left me under the watchful eye of cousin Rosalyn. My dear mother could not have chosen better. I waited the day my mother would be gone and Rosalyn had promised that that day she would be mine. She even swore to it I had begged her so much.
It's useless to say that I influenced my mother to take her time and remember that the client is not to be neglected.
Finally the day arrived. My head almost sunk to my chest when Rosalyn appeared with her husband. But I was quickly reassured that he would only lunch with us and then hustle off to work.
Once he was out of sight, I was on top of her burying my two hands under her skirt.
- 'Wait a minute' Rosalyn asked 'Are you crazy?' -
Then she asked in a calm voice.
- 'We haven't eaten our dessert'.- Needless to say, I responded as to be expected.
- 'We can have our dessert later' -
We went up to my room. I was extremely hot and embarrassed her like a cub bear planting kisses all over. My hands were all over her. They cupped her thighs, her ass and her tits and then they slipped down to her pubic hairs. She throbbed against me and soon she was breathing as strongly as I. She seemed to have a troubled expression. Her eyes became overly large and moist with the pangs of love.
She pushed me aside lightly and began to undress. There it was before me. That great mountain of wondrous flesh. She was massive and yet athletic in appearance. She lowered her slip and I gazed at that mysterious part where soon I would bury my throbbing weapon. I stared at the rounded belly and the blondish V-shaped thistle. I could hardly contain myself.
Suddenly she threw herself on the bed and spread her legs exposing two great red lips and an opening that suggested a wounded animal. I stood there, like an idiot, still dressed.
- 'Take down your trousers' -
She was already excited and began to twist on the bed. I slipped off my trousers and underpants and she lifted up my shirt and took my prick in her hand and lightly shook the tip.
- "My how good and wet it is'. Come my love give me some.'-
I fell on the bed in one fashion or another not knowing how exactly to go about it. But she guided my hand. I felt something warm and wet. I placed my marvelous upright arm into that wet mystery.
There I was, actually fucking.
- 'Move a little' she suggested.
I bounced up and down two or three times, and there it was. The sky seemed to open and I saw a few refreshing colors and all my substance appeared to have flowed into the belly of that woman.
- 'Already' exclaimed Rosalyn in a regretting tone. Then she stroked my back and my hair and in her natural sweet voice, asked.
- 'Was it good? -
Of course it was, what a silly question. However, I was a little disappointed. She still remained on the bed with that yawning great, catlike opening and I detected an odor which I found not at all pleasant.
- 'Now we'll go and eat our dessert'. She seemed a bit frustrated, but her good nature rose with her and she put on her skirt and tossed me a motherly smile.
I did not feel quite right. And although I could not explain it. I felt that something was missing.
We started all over again right after the dessert. Toward the end of the afternoon, my teacher introduced me to my first sexual fantasy - the penetration of the ass-hole.
This splendid cousin of mine was like a trooper and she taught love much in the same way a general fondly instructs his soldiers. All the fine points were shown. I was a willing pupil. To this very day I must say that my cousin had been at the root of my education.
- Today we are going to make love from behind' she said. 'I'm going to crawl on the bed on all fours and you will penetrate nicely within me when I become good and wet. This is a recommended position when the partner has a dick which isn't too thick.
- 'Don't be silly, I'm not including you - I just thought that you should know everything.'
I wasn't entirely reassured.
I recall that one particular thing bothered me that first day. She wanted to make love from behind on all fours but only in the dark. Since I had read many times that one of the most pleasing of all sights is the bottom of a woman, I felt disappointed. I only ceded to her request because she insisted.
- 'As you wish, but how I would like it with the lights on' -
She was hardly on the bed in the new position when my love instrument stiffened. Rosalyn was still wet from the last sequence. I followed her on all fours and slowy found my way by exploring with fingers. Then I placed my firm dick in the open crevice and it seemed to contract much better than the front hole. When I reached a good point solidly within her she let out a heavy inarticulate moan. I slowly moved back and forth this time cautious not to be so impetuous and I seemed to have more pleasure.
- 'How is it? - she would ask from time to time.
What a silly question! If it wasn't good would I have been there at all. But to reassure her, it certainly was good. Her vaginal lips parted and squeezed me and then I felt I was going to flood into her. Suddenly I leaned from the bed and turned on the light.
Then I understood why she demanded no lights. Her reddish hair almost completely covered the opening of the inner sides of her cheeks.
- 'That wasn't nice' - she teased. She did not reprimand me as I vaguely expected her to, but she beckoned me to continue to fuck her until we both reached our pleasure simultaneously.
When I think back over my fine experiences with Rosalyn I can frankly say that she was not the best partner as far as the satisfaction she had in the acts of love. She was gentle, but carried little inspiration and lacked imagination and real humor. She passed on faithfully to me the lessons she learned from her husband who was probably the more inspired of the two.
From what she taught me, he must have been a man of some exceptional experience. We made love standing, on all fours, from behind, sitting in a chair, rocking in a rocking chair. We were not at all against the aid of furniture if our pleasures were increased.
One day I was able to obtain a vacation from school and I took the opportunity of making an appointment with my love mate. The seeds of passion had already sprinkled away, but nevertheless I was still a possessor of a robust appetite. I loved to squeeze her rump. (According to the Arabs - there is nothing finer then a good solid ass. Of course it depends on the woman). Her tits were white and a bit voluminous and the strawberry tips, I must admit, were not too sensitive. However, she did not make love intellectually. When she was wet in her lower parts, because of her combination of blond and red hair, the odor was disagreeable.
I climbed up the stairs behind her. We were heading for the attic that my best friend had let me have for the occasion. We reached the third floor when half way up she stopped to catch her breath.
The way she let her mouth drop open and her pose just leaning on the stairway railing gave her an appeal which I could not resist. I slipped my hand under her dress and felt the silken skin underneath.
It was easy to find my objective. Starting down from the round slope of the abdomen and coming to that nest of entwined hair and down to the promising thighs and up into that region which provokes a muffled sigh.
- 'Are you finished' she said unlocking herself from my grip. We had embarrassed each other ardently and our wet tongues found the depths of each others throat - 'If some one should come we will be in for it.' -
But she placed herself in a more comfortable position, spread her legs and offered me her breasts. I did not hesitate to linger my hand over her fresh skin. She did not conceal her emotions.
- 'Come on, let's go up'- I breathed haltingly -- 'Are you in that much of a hurry? -
Ah, that cunt Completely feminine in her actions. She wanted it there and then, right on the stairs, if it were possible As any other female she wanted her way. And in a sugared voice :
- 'But darling, I don't know whether I ought to go up' -
I pushed her up to my friend's attic room. While I was looking for the key, she reached into my breeches and massaged my massive stick and whispered in my ear :
- "It wants it so bad, doesn't it? How beautifully stiff it is, my hero.' - She mocked.
The room resembled all other rooms of that studio type. The divan was covered with a red rug, there was a worn carpet on the floor and lithographs adorned the wall showing the coquettes of the '20. Their asses bulging and their hair cut short
- 'It's exquisite' - Rosalyn chimed in.
But I didn't want conversation and what I was interested in was quite simple. I wanted to ripple in that warm crack of hers and explode my pleasure. I desired her nervous hands tightening around my back in an intimate embarrass.
Needless to say I wanted more.
- 'Suck me this time' - I dared.
She was half-undressed. Her pink slip tightly covered her pubic hairs. One of her silk stockings was falling down displaying her full formed thigh. Her large breasts hung proudly out. She was the incarnation of a healthy libertine. But this wonderful langorous photo of her changed all of a sudden and she showed her disapproval.
- "I'll never do that' - she declared
- "But why not' -
- "I have never even done it with my husband.'
- 'That's exactly why' - I kidded her with vague intention.
What had I done? I was heartless. A beast of a man who was only thinking about his pleasure (like all other men undoubtedly). I was only thinking of disgusting things in which I could force the activities of the women before me. These were almost the words she used.
I was in good humor and decided not to hold off the show.
-- 'Wait a minute' - my conscientious professor checked me.
- 'Today I want to show you how to make love in an arm chair.' -
A handsome large arm chair covered with rich leather was going to be the scene of our pleasurable journey. She undressed me and caressed my shoulders and back and then made me sit in th plush arm chair. There I sat with my joy-stick in the air waiting. During that time she was neatly arranging her affairs in typical lady-like fashion.
- Don't worry I'm coming' - she sensed my impatience.
- I see your handsome rod waving in the air' -
She bestowed me with long deep ardent kisses and at the same time rubbed my thighs with strong loving hands.
Then she turned her back and adjusted her rear. I had a difficult time entering at first, but with her excellent wiggling I felt more stimulated and my force rose to the occasion. Every-time I penetrated deeper she let out a mournful wail. I passed my hand in front to grab her tuft of blondish-red hair.
- 'You must like this, my warm - blooded cousin' - she echoed between pants.
I murmurred 'yes' naturally, half dying with pleasure.
- 'Hold off for a bit' she said - 'Wait for me.'
-'But I just couldn't. Her tawny cat like cunt absorbed my membrane and caused me to slip in and out with long regular strokes. I felt a liquid fall over the head of my dick and spurt by spurt I let loose of my juice.
She lifted her ass high and I saw the rose opening with its wet hairs foaming like a dog in heat and I could no longer hold back. I let loose with my last drops of white steaming liquid. I gave a loud sigh and tingled all over. As her wriggling died down I crumbled in the great fatherly armchair.
She turned toward me and said.
- 'If your are not pleased the next time we will try a normal chair' -
What could I say?
It was about that time that the great fear of my life haunted me.
I had taken a young lady with tassles of shiny brown hair to the movies one night. Her name was Lola and she was small and firmly packed. I never had any trouble with girls of her size. After the show, we walked along a brick wall when the desire struck both of us. I felt her up longingly and she did not resist but helped me by unbuttoning her blouse. Underneath I found a warm, soft breast.
I wanted to screw her on the pavement or find some lawn where we would be more comfortable.
- 'No, the grass is too wet' - her practical sense offered.
I held her solidly against the wall and began to caress her. She was in full consent and rapidly tilted her head and gave me her delicate mouth. Her tongue looked for mine.
I slipped my hand under her dress and recognized the pubic hair and I was not far from my objective. Suddenly my heart stopped beating.
For when my finger entered, instead of disappearing into the wet folds, I felt a hardened tissue of skin, as through it were starched and ready to break.
I quickly thought that this was certainly the dreaded 'syphyllis'. What would happen to me ten years later? I probably would not even be able to get half-hard. Twenty years later I would have to renounce my life with women totally.
But then and there, I was young; I did not dare back away from a conquest.
Even with the horror of thinking that I would catch some horrible disease, I stripped her down. When she became hot, I backed away in disgust. But she kept pursuing me, her eyes filled with a hate and longing. I detested this contact with such a leprous person.
I continued to help her in her pursuit. Yes, I was sure of it. I would help her but who would help me. I saw myself in a doctor's office and then in the hospital. I imagine hundreds of white rooms filled with tormented men who had given in once or twice like myself. Medical men bent over me and shook their heads in grim understanding.
It would be necessary to undergo at least five years of treatment. And those needles with purple liquids...
You idiot I said to myself. All this because of a little country tramp.
But Lola was oblivious of my torment and she continued to warm herself in a frenzy. I gazed into her face as my now healthy prick penetrated that sick doom. Her face was crisp with torment. Her eyes rolled in her head. The moon seemed to whiten her face in deathlike silence.
Suddenly she cried - That's it. You've unlaced me' -
She threw herself on me and bit my lips convulsively and wrapped her fluttering arms about me in sheer joy.
A few minutes later we released each other. She straightened up swept her hair back and did not bother to look at my disturbed features.
So this is what I had picked up. A little syphilitic tart who didn't even mind making love along the side of a wall, I loathed her for what she had done to me. She took it as lightly as she might swallow a drink in a bar.
Finally I dared to face the reality of the event.
- 'Tell me why was there such a difficulty in entering you.
She lowered her head and bit her lip. I was sure that what she would say would mean curtains for me.
She leaped at me throwing her arms around my neck.
- 'You're the first one that has gone that far, my darling' -
When I found out that I had just deflowered a virgin, and her at that, I was so happy and relieved that I gave her the first real kiss of the evening.