Introduction
Sixteen year old Stacy Turner had just had her pussy shaved clean by Marlene, the blonde Swedish maid. She had been bathed, powdered and perfumed readying herself for Sir Paullis Cockerham's nightly visit.
Stacy had been alone. Her mother and father had died in a terrible accident and no one wanted to take her in. That is, until the great poet Sir Paullis was willing to buy the rights to be her legal guardian.
He liked having a little girl around the house. He had found after years of research that they make the best lovers.
She had been a virgin when she first arrived at the Cockerham Estate, and Sir Paullis had taught her, step-by-step, , to become the masterful lover she would need to be to deserve his visits.
Stacy now lay in the dark with her legs spread wide open, the lips of her cunt parted and waiting.
The door opened: a large figure of a muscular man stood in the doorway. It was Sir Paullis!
He was so old and she was so young but they had found blissful common ground in the wonders of human sexuality.
He moved slowly toward the bed, unbuckling his belt as he walked.
Stacy knew that soon she would be able to see his bulging cock, and soon she would feel it sinking deep into her tight and wet quim.
A shiver went down her spine making her shiver in delight.
"Fuck me!" Stacy screamed, her lust overcoming her.
Sir Paullis pulled down his pants and his stiff hard-on popped out. It was huge.
"Fuck me hard until I come!" she begged.