Chapter 9
"I didn't know it could be like this. I never knew. You feel so nice. I really like your body. And you have such nice breasts. They're so big and soft. Not like mine. Oh, do that again, will you please. Please Mrs,. Skinner, I mean Vivi. Please, huh?" said Pat Spooner in a soft pleading voice.
I fitted the dildo into its place and opened up Pat with my fingers. She was a tall girl, with small rounded breasts and the smallest pussy I had ever come across. It was very hard going and not all that entertaining ... yet.
Pat had been a surprise, but those sort of things keep the world turning. This, our first night in Rome, we had gone to some of our Italian friends' home to jsee a private viewing of a new blue movie they had made. By day he was in television and she was on a fashion magazine; by evening they were fun-loving sensualists as many Italians are.
The film was called "Sappho," after the famous lesbian. The girls who were in it were quite beautiful and I could feel myself becoming aroused just by looking at them. Making love to a woman had been very much on my mind since that incident with Kit and that nonincident with the Parisian girl in Le Con. I had brought along my dildo in the hope that Anna, our hostess, would ask me to stay the night with her. She didn't and I could see, quite visibly, the reason why. Since we had last seen her a few months before she had gotten herself pregnant by Ennio, her husband and our host. For her it was a happy state of affairs, and, unlike other evenings, she never once left his side.
I looked down and was met by an ecstatic expression in Pat's eyes. I hadn't realized quite how innocent she was, until now. Her fiance, Dick, had hardly broken her in, and this too was a disappointment. Her whole manner seemed very knowing, but once you began to make love to her you discovered how naive she was sexually.
The movie had obviously stirred her in much the same way as it had aroused me. After it was over, and while most of us were waiting around for Ennio to set up another reel, she came over to me and asked if she could speak to me in private. We went into Ennio and Anna's glassed-in patio and sat down on their floral-printed sun couch. The upshot was, after a lot of um-ing and ugh-ing, that Pat wanted to make love to me. She didn't know why, and she didn't care, and she wished (her tone was so serious that I almost laughed) that I would consent. She seemed so expectant that I couldn't say no, and when I nodded my head she threw her arms around me and kissed me solidly on the lips. I liked her kiss-it was dainty and very feminine-and the feel of her body against my own. She "fit" at first touch, our bodies seeming to have a similar shape. I noticed that she was warm and trembling slightly and this I imagined was from a combination of fear and excitement.
We undressed together, side by side, but Pat turned from me when she took off her bra and panties. I was amused by her shyness and the simplicity of her movements; it didn't seem "to go" with her whole appearance.
When I was ready I called to her and again she rushed into my arms, burying her face in my neck. "Don't be afraid," I whispered to her, stroking her hair and moving my big breasts against her own. What her breasts lacked in size they made up in firmness and this aroused me. Just a bit. I couldn't stop thinking of those mammoth sized breasts of the women in "Sappho" and was a little sad that Pat couldn't hold a candle to them.
I bent down to take her right breast in my mouth and she shook and cried out. I decided to hold her to me just a little longer so that I could get her used to the feel of another woman. For a while we stood there, locked in each others arms, giving each other brief, gentle kisses. I could feel her heartbeats.
After some time I took her by the arms and sat her down on the couch. Gently I cupped her right breast in my hand and kissed it, doing the same to her left. At first she was sincerely frightened, but when I continued to kiss her she became much more relaxed and very willing.
"That does feel good," she whispered to me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "I ... I know I'm very small but I really feel good whenever Dick ... touches them. But he's never done anything like this, never. And I like it. . .."
I indicated to her that she should lie down and after she did I lay down next to her. Her breasts hardly spread out at all; in fact, they seemed almost the same as when she was sitting up. I decided to go slow with her, showing her the delights of a woman's love for another woman. Gently I ran my hand over the whole length of her body, pausing at her wiry patch and kissing it where the hair began at the top, then following its outline on the sides of her now open legs. Pat's cunt smelled warm and delicious-very clean and very fresh. I couldn't wait to take it in my mouth, to taste its delights.
She moaned slightly when I kissed her clit and continued to moan when I teased it with my tongue. When I began to kiss her patch she forced my head down again and I sucked deeply on her lips. "Mmmm," she murmured, twisting and turning her body, responding and yet not knowing what to do. I reached underneath and grasped her buttocks, bringing her hips up to my mouth, sucking on her clit, then pushing her down again. "Oh God, Oh God," she cried out, trying to lurch free from my grasp. I held onto her tight, repeating my movements but with an even fiercer passion. "What is this, what are you doing, I never let anyone do this, never, oh God, it feels sooooo nice."
I looked up at Pat; her face was white and contorted slightly. She looked back at me and then drew me up towards her, shaking and murmuring, almost in tears.
There, there," I said to her. "How does it feel? Do you want me to go on?" I kissed her very briefly, running my tongue over the top of her lips. I could feel them quivering and I stopped. She looked at me through very bright eyes and shook her head as if to say "go ahead."
Once again I lay down full length next to her and caressed her breasts. Her expression brightened and she almost smiled back at me. "Can I do it? Can I touch you? Will you show me how? Please?" She looked at me with an innocent passion and when she spoke there was a catch in her voice.
Instead of answering I took her hand in mine and guided it down to my pussy. Her hand was cold and I shivered. I moved up a few inches and turned on my side, resting on my elbow. She seemed slightly ashamed to look at me, to even touch my breasts, but she was a willing student in clitoral stimulation. I showed her where she should touch me, indicating on her own body the way she Ought to do it. At first she had some difficulty, especially in finding the strength and rhythm to use. I was patient with her and very kind and soon she found her way. The more I moaned the more excited we became, our desires for one another surging through us, drawing us together, making us lovers.
"Am I hurting you?" she asked when she put her finger in my hole. Her nail was long and I had winced at her first attempt.
"No, no, please go on, you're doing nicely, I like it, just go on," I said encouragingly. It was honest encouragement: now she was working my hole the way a woman should be worked, touching all the right places. She sensed this and continued her probes, hugging me to her and kissing me.
Tm so happy," she said, her expression now considerably changed. "Really I am."
I smiled back at her and ran my hand over her breasts. Slowly I made my way to her hole, feeling her body stiffen. When I entered her with my finger she exclaimed, "Oh God, oh my God," and brought herself closer to me. It was then that I realized how small she really was. I opened her legs wide and bent the left one to give me easier access. She was wet, as wet as myself, but even then it was hard for me to get much movement inside her as there was hardly room for my finger. "Relax, relax," I whispered. She sighed and seem to loosen up generally.
I began to fingerfuck her and she screamed. I started slowly, touching only her inner lips, and then I built up to a faster speed and a deeper plunge. Her juices now were flowing and her body heaved. She. strained her arm and sank her fingers into me, her movements, at first, echoing my own and then finally becoming more frenzied.
I moaned in desire, in the knowledge that I soon was to come. "Don't stop now, don't stop, keep going," I called to her.
"Yes," she answered, "yes. And do me too, do it to me too."
We lay there bathed in a fury of warm sensuality, madly fingerfucking each other, bring each other higher still higher. I could feel her body arch toward me and simultaneously my own met hers. Everything, everything was perfect, perfect rhythm, perfect unison.
Suddenly I felt myself flooded in sparks and I called out to her, "Pat, I'm going to come, I'm coming. Fuck me hard, fuck me."
She moaned like a wounded animal and whispered, "Yes, yes, I'm doing it. I can feel you. I can feel me. Tm coming, I'm coming too."
Faster and harder we went, our fingers working each other to a paroxysm of lust, of warm and loving lust.
"Now," I cried to her, startled by the first burst.
"Oh yes, now," she answered, her voice filled with joy.
"Now, harder, yes, yes, yeeeees," I whispered, rising, rising, almost there, almost, there I was there and she was as well, fucking me, me having fucked her, again and again. We went over the top, laughing and licking and kissing, feeling wonderfully warm and completely satisfied with each other.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, this is good," she laughed.
"Yes, yes, yes,* I said to her, my voice lost in my throat
"Oh please, please let's do it again," she said after a while.
We lay on the couch, holding onto each other. Her warmth and tenderness surged through me once again and I knew that I could go on and on.
Minutes later I got up, walked over to my pocket-book, snapped it open, and then drew out the dildo, the dildo I was going to use on Anna. I could see Pat's eyes grow large when she saw it. For one moment I saw, when I put it on, a slight fear in her eyes, but when I murmured "Trust me," she smiled.
I came towards her, the dildo looking shiny in the light. I turned Pat over on her back, spread her legs, and brought them up. Then I got on the couch, sitting on my knees between her legs. When I bent down to kiss her pussy she groaned and drew my lips to her quickly. I cleaned her still wet pussy and with each lick she was aroused a tiny bit further. Just when she thought I was going to kiss her clit, I straightened up and aimed ihe dildo. Holding on tightly to her hips I tried to ram it into her and she cried out in pain. I withdrew, teased her open, spreading her legs as wide as they could go. Slowly I moved into her, each thrust opening her more and more. The actuality of her tight cunt made me think of Vic: he would love this. I'd have to tell him, I thousht.
"Nice, nice, please do it again, ohhh, Mrs. Skinner, Vivi, do it again," Pat moaned.
Once again I entered her, slowly. The tightness of her clit sucked in the dildo. I hoped it would hold.
Suddenly, of her own free accord, Pat sat up and felt my anus. She looked up at me, curious as to what I'd say, wondering what I was thinking. She almost giggled when she saw approval in my eyes. Then she began to twist and turn her finger in me; I moved forward, making it easier for her and for me. We both shot home at exactly the same moment and while I fucked her with my dildo she fucked my anus with her finger.
"Oh Godj oh God," she cried, fucking me brutally.
"Do it, do it Pat," I answered.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, "ohhhh. This is so good, you're so good, you're so beautiful, I love you, I love your breasts." She reached up and touched them, running Jber fingertips over my tits till my nipples stood out.
"Oh, oh," I moaned to her, "Harder, harder, pinch me, scratch me, rip me in two, tear me apart. Oh Pat, this is fantastic...."
"Vivi, Vivi this has never happened before. I... I think, yes I think I'm going to... come. Come. Hurt me, hit me, oh God this is good," she moaned, moving her hips on the dildo, forcing her way in.
I re-doubled my efforts, plunging into her fiercely, going as far as I thought possible. At the same time I felt her fingers push all the way up in my hole. I shuddered. She was right. We were going to come.
My juices were flowing and my cunt was vibrating ... I was going numb, rising, rising.
"Now, now," she screamed clawing at my breasts. She shuddered and my body felt it and echoed it. Higher, higher, higher.
"That's it, that's it," I yelled.
"Oh God, oh God."