Chapter 9
The olive-skinned teenager stood there lookacross the bed at him. He was naked. Taller and more massive than John Hutchings, he wardark and his body was almost black with hair. His prick jutted from it but his balls could not be seen for the massive thicket round his groins and genitals. She saw that his prick was bigger than John's, and a gasp of amazement escaped from her lips when ha turned sideways and she really saw how long it was.
But she wanted it now, wanted his animal-like body on hers, wanted to be utterly possessed by him. As for his feelings at that moment: he was simply overwhelmed at the sight of her shapely, girlish body, hardly able to believe that he was going to have her for himself. He got onto the bed and pulled her up beside him, then, holding her close to him, burying her face and body in his hair, he rubbed his prick against her soft stomach as he kissed her with a fury she had never known. Then he pushed her onto her back and, swinging round, he knelt over her, parted her beautiful smooth thighs and pressed his mouth to her genitals. When his lips met the moist, trim labia and his tongue parted them and the tip came into contact with her Clitoris, she almost jerked from the bed as if she had been given an electric shock. She had had the hand of the tramp on her slit for a few minutes, and had had John's prick inside her cunt,but she had never felt such a thrill of excitement go through her body; it was galvanic,and she writhed almost unable to bear it as his lips forced their way between her nymphae to suck the small bud. As she wriggled in ecstasy, he forced her legs farther apart with his hands and, her slit fully open and exposed, he began to move his mouth and tongue roughly up and down, licking and sucking and sometimes blowing as he did so. She squirmed and cried out, reached for his thighs with her hands, pulling them to her face, pushing her lips into the black hair, as he now started to force his tongue into her vagina.In a moment he was forcing it back and forth with a piston motion, screwing it round as he did so with such effect that he provoked her first pre-orgasmic spasms.
He was so roused by her that he felt the heavy weight of his desire building up in his genitals, and now ready for her he raised his head and, his mouth wet with her secretions he turned round, got between her open thighs and put his prick into her cunt, thrusting it deep into the wet, Clinging passage as he let his hairy body submerge her.
It was beyond anything either of them had ever expected. For him the height of libidinous satisfaction to feel the soft, warm clinging flesh of the girl swallow him, and for her it was the utter joy of submission to have his massive prick assail her and then feel his powerful body on hers, almost crushing her, his black hair against her breasts and stomach, his pelvis hard against hers.
She felt a more complete submission than she had done when John had possessed her and she wanted to give herself to him for ever. Somehow her feelings communicated themselves to him for he was aware of her utter surrender, aware that she was giving herself to him almost as if she were his slave. He felt a kind of lustful gratification he did not remember experiencing before, his whole body afire with desire, uncontrollable, ultmate desire that had no bounds nor limit,and that would drive him to madness unless it were completely and fully satisfied. Wild and in a state of delirium he began to drive his massive prick into the yielding flesh of her cunt, forcing it in each time to the very hilt, burying his knob into her very womb.
She cried out as her pleasure became more intense, cried out for him to possess her completely, her body squirming and writhing as the waves of pain and pleasure overcame her, almost unbearable in intensity.
His hungry hands now took hold of her under her buttocks, and holding her in a vice like grip he drove his prick into her with a vehemence that caused all her sensations to concentrate in her vagina and uterus. He was now aware only of the soft, luscious hole into which he was driving his prick, and the soft, yet resilient flesh he was gripping in his hands and through which he could feel the iron-hardness of his violating prick.
The man began to shake as his whole body throbbed with the frenzied lust of near fulfilment, and then, his pent-up libido bursting forth like a dam overflowing its banks, he discharged:his semen into her avid, avaricious womb, flooding it, assuaging her,filling her with a rapturous ecstasy that a woman experiences perhaps only a few times in her life.
"Oh, my God, oh my God," she cried,"oh darling you've come in me."
She felt guilty at first when she saw Joan again, but in a few days her conscience stopped worrying her as she saw that her girl friend had no idea at: all of what had taken token place between her and her father. She now began to look forward eagerly to her next visit to. the house on the Heath so that she could be in his presence and perhaps find an opportunity to talk to him alone. He had told h;;r that it would be risky to take her home again, but that he would tell her where and when they could meet when she next visited their house.
To her disappointment Cyril and his wife were out when Joan asked her there about a week later. She hardly dared to show much interest in where they had gone, but during the afternoon, when they were lying in their swimr>uit.s on the lawn Joan mentioned casually that they had gone to some friends at Beaconsfield for the day and were not expected till very late. Maria was so disappointed at the news that she went into a day-dream from which she was suddenly disturbed by the touch of Joan's hand on her thigh. At first shewas only half aware of it, but when her girl friend continued to stroke her thigh just above her knee she turned and looked at her in surprise.
The blonde girl looked back into her eyes and said, in a whisper, "Do you like me touching you there?"
Maria was completely taken aback, not knowing how she should interpret her friend's remark. Well, of course, she liked her legs being stroked, just as she liked someone to brush her hair or caress her temples. But if her friend meant it in another way, that was different...Before she could answer Joan said "Does it give you a nice feeling?"
"What sort of feeling," asked Maria, bewildered.
"Oh, well, you knew, ... like when a boy touches you."
Joan's hand how moved a little higher up Maria's inner thigh, and though Maria moved a little Joan's hand continued to touch her lightly.
Maria did not say anything and waited for her friend. "Have you ever been kissed by a girl?" she said suddenly.
"No, no," said Maria, slightly horrified at the. idea. "No, why? Why should I?"
Joan did not answer but sat up in her Jantzen bikini and leant over her friend. She looked at her, saw the burning eyes questioning her, hesitated a moment and then bent forward and kissed her full on the lips. She kept hor lips there for four or five seconds and then, breathless, she lifted her head and said, "There, did you like it?"
"Oh, Joan, what are you doing? Why did you kiss me?" Her words were almost automatic and a kind of defence for as her friend's lips had touched hers she had felt a small thrill at the bottom of her spine. But she did not want to admit it. It had never occurred to her that girls could kiss each other, in the way a boy or a man kissed a girl, and she was suddenly disturbed to think that her friend had done it to her and, even worse, that she had rather liked it.
"Oh, I'm only giving you a kiss ....... you see I like you. There's nothing wrong in it, for one girl to kiss another. I've done it to another girl." As she spoke, still half leani her friend, she brought her lips down to hers again and this time her lips fluttered voluptuously on her friend's. "Oh, no, Joan, please," cried Maria as she felt a tremor of excitement run through her body. "No, you musn't."
"Don't be silly, Maria. It's the same as a boy doing it, er, only it's a bit different. It's terribly exciting sometimes.... of course when there isn't a boy to do it to you." 5he lay back on the grass, and, taking a piece of grass, she began to tickle Maria's ear with it.
Maria was silent for a while and then she said: "Have you ever been to bed with a man?"
"No, not really," said Joan, "at least not properly." And then she looked at Maria's lovely figure, shown off to advantage by her dark-blue swimsuit with white shoulder straps and said, "Have you?"
"Yes," said Maria, her voice very quiet "How many times?" Joan asked her, her breath coming faster.'
"Twice, two different men," she added almost caringly. "One when I was thirteen, one the other day."
"Oh, Maria, how could you when you were only thirteen! You must be a dark horse I think." She was jealous to hear that her lovely friend had been fucked by men, and she couldn't see why, in that case, she seemed to be squeamish about letting her kiss her.
There was a pause and then Joan said, "Come on let's go up to my room, I want you to see something." They got up, their lovely girlish bodies tanned and sweating in the hot sun and Joan walked inside, fo1lowed by her friend. When they got to Joan's room, Maria looked around and said, "What did you want to show me?"
"This," said Joan. She took hold of Maria's face and held it tight as she kissed her passionately, pushing her backwards on to the bed as she did so. "This," she murmured as she gave up her friend's lips for a moment and then edged on top of her oh the bed. "If you can fuck boys you can let me kiss you." Joan held her down on the bed, one leg inside
Maria's and she pushed a knee into her groin as she went on kissing her, forcing her lips apart and her tongue inside her mouth. She continued to kiss her in this way until she suddenly felt her friend's lips respond and her head relax. And then she withdrew her lips for a moment and with her face very close to Maria's she whispered, "Do you like it?"
"Yes," whispered Maria. she did like the feel of the girl's tongue in her mouth and her breasts pressing against hers. She did not want to admit it to herself because she had read somewhere that it was wrong for two women to make love to each other. But she was starved of love, and she was not going to see the man who had-fulfilled her the other day. She longed for the feel of his hands on her, his lips on hers, his prick inside her. It could not be wrong to find a substitute for something so good and satisfying, she decided. In any case her friend was older and she probably knew best. At least she could try it out; she couldn't deny that it was strangely exciting.
"Let's take off our things and then we'll be closer," said Joan. Without waiting for her, Joan pulled the bra of the bikini from her breasts and then pushed the panties down her legs. She was the first girl that Maria had seen completely naked. A little plumper than Maria she had large, shapely breasts, with much larger nipples than Maria, well-proportioned hips and thighs, and long powerful legs. Her pubic hair was fair and Maria followed it from the horizontal line where it began low down her belly to Whore it disappeared in her pudenda. She was now curious to see another girl's cunt, and she suddenly felt a thrill of excitement as she realized she would be able to see what her friend's was like. She began to take off the one-piece swimsuit she was wearing and in a moment the two girls stood naked in front of each other.
Joan at once pushed her onto the bed and, kissing her lips, her hand caressed the soft flesh between Maria's thighs. Maria felt sure that Joan was going to play with her genitals and she waited expectantly for' the first touch of Joan's finger on her slit.
Joan took her time, caressing her I gs and thighs delicately for some time before she put her finger on Maria's cunt-lips. And as she did so she turned to look at her friend's body, climbed on top of her and sat astride her belly. She used both hands then to"part her legs and then she bent over and stroked her finger up the length of Maria's slit, deftly parting the lips and,as she came to the top, gently pressing her sensitive bud. As always with Maria the effect was striking: she wriggled with delight and began to moan pleasureably as currents of erotic delight radiated through her.
"You like me touching you on your clitoris, I can see. I suppose men do it to you, don't they. I'll suck it if you like. You smell so nice I can with you." She bent over and putting out her tongue she pushed it inside Maria's lips and with the tip just touched the small bud. Maria began to squirm as her friend continued, her breasts rose and fell more rapidly as her body began to react to the girl's kisses, and soon she was giving way to moans of delight again.
"What the French call your petit bouton ultra-sensible," said Joan, lifting her tongue from her friend's clitoris for a brief rest. "I road so many French books about sex, they're terribly exciting. That's how I found out about lesbianism."
"Oh, do you," said Maria,-"What word do they use for cunt-lips then?"
"Oh, it depends.. I suppose you could say les parties genitales externes. Yours are neat ones, but mine are tres proeminentes, my dear. Almost ungainly. Want to see them?"
She looked round at Maria and seeing that she nodded her head she swung round, sat across her breasts and, parting her legs, she exposed her genitals to her. Maria saw what she meant: they were certainly very prominent and ungainly. The general impression was one of shagginess, thought Maria. Two thick folds of flesh, covered in hair, running vertically but not trimly like her own. They were more like two heavy, fleshy ridges.
"Go on, touch me," said Joan.
She was in an experimental mood and did not mind; she put her hands out and pulled the two cunt lips apart to reveal a pair of inner lips. She remembered that the Guides mistress had said they were the nymphae. And between them she saw at once Joan's clitoris much larger than her own. Not quite the petit bouton Joan had referred to! It excited her to see it and she wanted to touch it, but hoped that her friend would suggest it to her first. When a few seconds later Joan began t6 say, almost pleadingly:"please, please, touch me."
She >put her finger on the small bud and remembering how Joan's father had fondled and caressed her with his mouth, she felt a sudden thrill of delight as, at the same instant, she sent shivers of ecstasy vibrating through Joan's body.
"Oh, darling," whispered Joan,"Oh,it's so wonderful..."
Maria titillated the little bud more vigorously as she saw the effect she was hav ing on her friend who was now pushing forward her genitals and moving her body with an a circular motion, slowly bringing it towards Maria's mouth. Maria would have been shocked if she had been asked to put her mouth to a girl's cunt an hour before, but now she was so carried away that she hoped that Joan would push her slit into her face. Suddenly she took her hands from her and put them them round her buttocks and pulled her on top of her. Joan's cunt lips were squashed against Maria's face and the two girls lay there together ,Maria. moving her face slightly so that she felt comfortable, Joan wating for what she knew would be the most heavenly thrill of her life -when Maria inserted her tongue in her slit.
When she did Joan bucked from thesheer unexpected intensity of ecstasy that thrilled through her body, and then she pressed herself with all her weight onto Maria's face, screwing her genitals on her mouth and nose, completely out of control as she felt the spasms of orgasm overwhelm her. Maria, underneath, surrendered herself to the hot, wet fleshy genitals, felt her body tremble and shake with delight, and then lay back prostrate, a vehicle for her friend's lust.
When she thought about her experience with Joan, she felt rather ashamed, and during the weeks that followed she avoided any reference to what had happened when she was with her. Joan, too, seemed shy about bringing up the subject of sex.
Cyril Brooks was having serious second thoughts about Maria, and while he tried to think things out, he kept out of her way whenever he could. He knew that he had done a terrible thing to seduce his daughter's fourteen-year-old friend, and he was filled with remorse. What was even worse was the way she looked at him when they did meet at the house: she looked at him with her burning, questioning eyes, as if she were expecting him to make the next move, but guessing that he had had second thoughts and had not the courage to. She made him feel small and mean and he knew that he would have to talk to her.
His -opportunity came one evening when Maria was visiting Joan in the late autumn. The summer had passed, the girls had returned to school, and he had not seen her for five or six weeks. He had tried to thrust her out of his mind, but every time he walked down a street and saw a teenage girl she forced herself back into his thoughts.
Joan's mother was out and he decided he would take the risk of offering to see the girl home. Maria looked at him quizzically when he suggested it, and then nodded. "Yes," she-said, "I'm afraid to go on my own on a dark night like this."
"Then I'll take you in the car."A few minutes later he had got the car out and they were on their way to Haverstock Hill. 3ut in the High Street he turned right and they were soon at the top of Heath Street, speeding towards Highgate.
"Where are we going?" she asked, after a long silence.
"Anywhere so that I can talk to you. I think I was wrong to make love to you. Maria, and I can only ask you to forgive me. I love you but the situation is quite impossible as you must realize." It sounded pompous and like a prepared speech, but he could not help himself.
"Well, I'm fifteen now. I can't see why you're making such a fuss. I'll be sixteen in a year, then I can do what I like.Oh, I know that you won't marry me," she smiled at him as she looked at him in the half light, "but there's no reason why you shouln't go on making love to me."
A load lifted from him. He laughed."Oh you arc wonderful Maria, the most extraordinary person I've ever met. Viva Maria! Well,if that's how you feel and you are so sure about it, come let's make love again." He slowed down the car and drove along until he found a a flat piece of grass verge where he could park the car. They got out and he led her into Golders Hill Park. As soon as he found a spot where they could lie down, safe from passing headlights, he took off his raincoat and threw it on the ground. Maria gave him a smile that radiated her contentment and lay on the grass waiting for him. At once he lay at her side, kissed herpassionately for a moment or two, then ran his hand up her legs. As he felt her knickers and began to pull them down her legs, he murmured, "Oh, it's been so long, waiting for this, oh my God, my God Maria, you're so bloody exciting." His lust was so fierce that ho practically dragged her knickers from her legs and then, unfastening his trousers, he pushed himself between her legs, pulled out his hard, erect prick and brought it to her body. She felt it touch her lips and then, parting them, slide slowly into her avid cunt.
"Yes, it's been so long," she whispered as she felt the powerful shaft probe into her and excite her most intimate recesses,"do it to me very hard to make up for it!"
"I'll fuck you as you've never been fucked before," he said, his voice now heavy with desire for her. "To celebrate your fift eenth birthday!"
She lay back quickly unbuttoning her blouse and the clasp between the two cups of her bra, exposing her breasts for him. For a moment or two he bent his head over them and took the nipples one after the other in his mouth, twisting them in his lips and using the friction of his tongue against their tip. He hardly moved inside her as he did so but she began to groan and arch her body, roused already to fever pitch and craving for him to possess her. He took away his mouth and let his body rest on hero, his hands under her shoulders, his mouth on hers. As he began to move in her he felt the exquisite grip of her soft membranes on his glans, the luscious consuming warmth, causing his whole shaft to throb and twitch involuntarily. Then the forward thrust into the soft, girlish flesh, deep, deep into it until it seemed inevitable that he would rip her apart, instead of which she sucked him into herself, rasing, the pain of his desire, at once soothing him and provoking his lust. He withdrew and plunged into .her again, the upper edge of his hard prick raking the membrane and prevising against her pelvic bone. Her contractions gripped him again and then he was plunging deep into her electrifying flesh, submerging himself in her. The tempo of his thrusts increased, his buttocks rose and fell tempestuously, and,taking her by her bottom cheeks, he drove his prick in and out of her, piston-like, as he held her defenceless, ravished body in a vice-like grip. She cried out as she felt the almost unbearable ecstasy of Her flesh, felt spasms of pain-pleasure flow from her vagina sending vibrations of utter delight to every part of her body. Arching her body to press it even closer to him and to move in concord with his plundering thrusts, Maria drank from his lips and dug her nails deep into the flesh above his collar. And as the intensity of her senstions approached orgasmic levels, she writhed and squirmed to screw her body to ensure that they would reach that violent climax at the same time. And then as he seemed to move his prick into her with a succession of short sharp stabs, pause for a second, and then drive it deep into her with one all-invading, irresistible thrust that, possessing her completely, carried him into the apogee of sexual fulfilment, she felt the spasms of orgasm overpower her and, his spunk now flooding her womb,, she entered with him that peak of exaltation only granted to two people, a man and a woman, in the successful act of coitus.
Slowly the turbulence subsided and she lay in his arms content and fulfilled, as he, his lust appeased, felt his prick go flaccid and slip from her.