Chapter 1
It had been a lonely world for Stacy Turner since her rich parents bad died in a plane crash over Zaire while on safari. She had been passed from relative to relative. No one wanted her.
She was a very pretty sixteen year old with coal black hair and deep brown eyes.
She spent the first three weeks being an orphan with her Aunt Betty and her Uncle Ken who were cruel to her, not allowing her to leave the house alone and forcing her to take her meals in her attic room instead of joining the rest of the family.
When that didn't work out, she had been sent to live with her drunken Uncle Frank who made her do housework for sixteen hours a day and tried to force her into his bed each night.
But she managed to keep her precious cherry intact.
Uncle Frank was always very drunk so Stacy had been able to fight him off each time he made one of his vile advances.
It was at this time that a friend of her father's, the award winning poet, Sir Paullis Cockerham, caught wind of her dilemma, and offered Uncle Frank a thousand dollars for the right to be Stacy's legal guardian. Sir Paullis was originally from London, where he had been knighted. He had relocated in America, in a mansion on the Hudson River, in Westchester County, in New York State.
Stacy had met Sir Paullis twice. Once while visiting Europe with her parents, and then again on a visit with her parents to the Cockerham estate in America. She remembered him as a charming and handsome man so when her Uncle Frank told her she would be going with him to live, she jumped at the idea and immediately began packing her bags.
A limousine picked her up and drove her upstate. Stacy was wearing a white dress that made her skin and hair seem very dark. She wanted to look her best for her new legal guardian.
The luxury automobile was black and long and had a bar and a television in the back. Stacy flipped the TV set on and tried to imagine what her new life would be like.
Sir Paullis was such a famous man. She read about him all the time in the newspapers. He was always setting a trend, or playing host to a society happening. And now she would be part of that scene. The thought scared her a little but it excited her too.
She knew Sir Paullis was a widower and he had a thirteen year old son named Ronald. She had never met Ronald but the impression she got from the media was that he was on the wimpish side. But what male wouldn't seem wimpish next to such an accomplished and virile father.
When the limo pulled up in front of Sir Paullis' mansion a black servant, who introduced himself as Sam, carried her luggage into the huge house.
"Your room is upstairs," he said, giving her a small, polite bow. "Please follow me."
Stacy had grown up rich so she tried not to act impressed by the spiral staircase that led to the upstairs bedrooms.
"Sir Paullis is out of town for the weekend," Sam said setting her bags down in her new room. It was very large with white shag carpeting and a big soft double bed that had hand-carved bedposts. "You will get to see him on Monday morning. Until then you are to make yourself at home. Dinner is at precisely six o'clock, tea is served at four. You may go anywhere in the house except the master bedroom. No one has been allowed in there since Lady Cockerham passed away."
Stacy thanked Sam very much. He bowed again and shut the door behind him as he left.
Stacy ran across the room and dove onto her new bed and sunk deep into its yielding mattress.
What a lucky girl she was. When she had found out that her parents were dead she had gone into a deep state of shock. She had been unable to speak. It took her two days before she could even cry. She had never felt so alone and unloved. But now things certainly were looking up. She would be very nice to Sir Paullis and she would live happily ever after under his loving wing.
The very thought of Sir Paullis, with whom she'd had a terrible crush when she met him the first time in Paris when she was fourteen, sent Stacy's teenage libido jumping about. She could feel a tingle in her loins like she had never experienced before.
Maybe someday I will be the first to be allowed in the master bedroom, Stacy thought to herself, feeling warm and safe on the bed. She walked over to her bedroom door and locked it. Next to her bed was a full length mirror. Stacy stood in front of it and admired the way she looked in her pure white dress. She had hoped Sir Paullis would get to see her in it. She wanted to look the part of the innocent virgin that she was. She hoped after she met Sir Paullis that would change.
She pulled her dress up high so she could see her legs all the way up to the top of her thighs. They were long shapely legs that any man would want to caress. Yes, even a man who had his choice of all the women in the world would want to stroke those thighs. Why else would Sir Paullis have taken the time and energy to purchase her legal rights?
She removed the dress and hung it carefully in the closet. She could see the small wet stain in the front of her panties. All of this thinking about Paullis had made her cunt lubricate itself. It was now running with love juices. She took off her bra and panties and stood once again in front of the mirror. She ran her hands over her large firm breast and felt how hard the nipples were, ready to be sucked with a well-trained mouth. Her tits sat high on her chest and her erect nipples pointed up.
"I look positively yummy!" Stacy said to herself. The yearning in her crotch had become stronger now. Never before had she felt so sexy. She sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs so she could see the pink wet folds of flesh inside her cunt. She ran her hands over the insides of her thighs and she pretended they were Sir Paullis' hands touching her there.
She became engulfed by her fantasy.
Looking in the mirror, Stacy could see how her clitoris had become erect and was peeking out from the little boat that usually all but covered it. With a single fore-finger, she touched herself as lightly as she could right on the head of her stiff clit.
The joy her body gave her ran the entire length of her spine. She wished her hymen had already been torn away so she wouldn't have to feel the pain when Sir Paullis took her virginity away. She knew he would. Why else was she here? Stacy held the puffed out lips of her cunt open with her fingertips, being careful not to scratch herself with her long polished fingernails. She could see deep up into her love tunnel now.
She ran her middle finger between her legs, starting at the mouth of her asshole, tracing a slow line between her cunt lips, all the way up to her clit. She felt like a real woman, a real grown up lady, able to please a man and enjoy the wonders of flesh herself.
Stacy had not only never been laid, she had never had an orgasm. She had been told by her mother that touching herself was dirty, so whenever she got that strange tingling in her cunt, she had always tried to think about something else. But now her mother was gone and the time had passed for such silly taboos. She touched herself harder now, and felt the years of pent up pleasure begin to surface all at once.
She saw that her face was flushed and knew this was yet another symptom of womanhood.
She wanted to know everything about her body now, so she could use her joyous sensations to be a good lover. She thought of using the handle to her hairbrush to get rid of her hymen forever, but she remembered that taking a virgin was very often a man's prime fantasy, so she would leave 'the honors to Paullis.
Her cunt was very wet now, and Stacy could hear herself muttering small groans of pleasure. She began to flick back and forth over her clit with her finger. The juices were flowing freely out of her cunt and the insides of her thighs were shiny and damp.
Stacy wanted someone, anyone, to be there with her. She knew she was about to have her first orgasm and she wanted to share it. All of the muscles in her body were tense. Her head was thrown back and her back was arched. She. no longer had an urge to watch herself. She shut her eyes tightly and thrust her free hand up in the air, stretching for the ceiling, opening her fingers wide.
Stacy could smell the musky odor of lust rising from her crotch and she knew the smell of her sex was slowly filling the room. She recognized the smell from her parents bedroom after a long and loud session of fucking.
Stacy could feel herself on the edge of ecstasy. All that she had ever imagined, all that she had ever dreamed, was about to become reality!
Then there was a knock at the door.
Stacy stopped playing with herself, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.
She heard the door-knob jiggle.
"Who is it," Stacy said meekly, trying not to let the lust in her voice be heard. She was out-of-breath and there was a thin layer of sweat covering her body.
"It's Marlene, the maid. It's time for your bath."
"Go away," Stacy said. All she had to do was touch herself a few more times and her body would explode in blissful orgasm. A bath could wait.
"I'm afraid you must take your bath now. Sir Paullis runs his household according to the clock. Please let me in."
"Why do I need to let you in to take a bath," Stacy complained. "I am a big girl now and I can bathe in privacy, thank-you."
"One of my jobs here is to bathe family," Marlene said through the door. For the first time Stacy could tell that the maid spoke with a Swedish accent. "It is a tradition. Sir Paullis will be upset if he hears you wanted to bathe yourself."
Stacy did not want to do anything to upset Paullis so she threw on a bathrobe and opened the door.
Marlene had been outside the door for a few moments before she knocked and she had heard the tiny cries of passion that Stacy had uttered while touching her cunt. She knew how close Stacy was to coming.
The maid was a tall blonde woman, in her late twenties, with long straight blonde hair and huge breasts. In her hand she held a large brown sponge, designed to be very soft.
"I think you will find bath-time one of the more pleasurable aspects of living here," Marlene said in her thick Scandanavian accent. "The master likes all of the members of the household to be very clean. I am very good at giving baths. It is my job."
Stacy was a little embarrassed. It was obvious that she had not been asleep Her face was very red, and there were still small beads of sweat on her fore-head. She could still smell the scent of her cunt on her fingers.
Marlene let on that she didn't know Stacy had been jacking-off. She began to draw a bath in the adjacent bathroom.
"Remove your robe," Marlene instructed. "There is no point in being shy in front of me."
Stacy slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.Marlene puckered her lips and let out a whistle.
"You are a very attractive woman," the maid said, raising an eyebrow. "The master will be very pleased with you."
"Thank you very much," Stacy said, looking down at her feet. She had never felt another woman admiring her before. She was still very horny and the maid's comment sent a fresh flow of juices running from her cunt.
"You are also very excitable," Marlene said, noticing how swollen Stacy's labia were, sticking out and visible from her patch of black pubic hair. "One of the best aspects of one of my baths, or at least so they tell me, is my ability to relieve one of their, uh, tensions."
Stacy understood. She realized the maid knew exactly what she had been doing. She hoped the maid would not tell the master. That would be terrible. Just an awful way to start out with a new family.
"I am very discreet," Marlene said softly. "I think we will be very good friends. The master will want you to be very clean when he visits you, so you will have to be bathed daily by my expert hands."
"When he visits me?"
"You will find out more about that later. Now, will you please step into the tub."
Stacy walked into the bathroom and stuck a toe in the tub to check the water's temperature. It was perfect, very hot, yet not so hot as to burn. Stacy slipped herself under the delicious water, so only her face was sticking out. The tub was very long, so Stacy could stretch out her legs. She shut her eyes and thought about the throbbing in her cunt that wouldn't leave her alone.
When she opened her eyes and looked at Marlene, she saw the maid had removed her white uniform and was standing next to the tub stark naked.
"Sometimes young Ronald splashes when he is bathed so I do this not to get wet. I hope you don't mind," Marlene said, her voice now lower and slightly seductive.
Stacy shook her head that she did not mind. What a strange house this was. Yet, no one had hurt her so she felt no need to be afraid.
She would let fate take its course and would do everything anyone asked of her. She wanted to fit right in. Even though the maid struck her as a little weird she would allow herself to be bathed without a peep. If she blew this deal, she would be sent back to her Uncle Frank, and she certainly didn't want to do that.
Marlene wet Stacy's hair and poured a little shampoo onto her head. Stacy could feel the maid's strong but delicate fingers massaging her scalp. Marlene was positioned so that one of her large bare breasts was directly in front of Stacy's face. Marlene treated Stacy's black hair as if it was a national treasure.
Stacy relaxed and enjoyed it. Being so close to another naked human did nothing for her throbbing clit which still stood at attention. She placed her hands on her thighs, hoping the maid would not notice. The top of the bath water was now covered with shampoo suds.
"You do not need to touch yourself," Marlene said, giving Stacy a small kiss on the forehead. "Everything will be taken care of for you."
"I've never come before," Stacy confessed. "I'm not sure what it feels like, so you'll have to forgive me if I seem a little flustered."
"It's quite alright,"-the maid said, rinsing the last of the suds from Stacy's hair. "You are very young and very "naive. Soon everything will be clear to you. For the next two years, you belong to the master, and in that time everything about being a woman will be taught to you. Orgasm is the first lesson, and one that is best gotten out of the way now. When the master visits you the first time I will see to it that you are squeaky clean, powdered and perfumed. I think you will enjoy your stay here very much."
Stacy wished that Paullis was there right then. How would she be able to wait until Monday to feel his stiff cock make her a woman? Marlene was no substitute, but she would have to do.
The maid ran a bar of scented soap over . Stacy's breast, giving special attention to the nipples that yearned to be sucked.
Marlene bent down and kissed both of Stacy's tits. Her long blonde hair dipped into the soapy bath water. It had been a long time since Stacy had felt affection, and never like this. Her mother often held her close and told her how much she loved her, and her father's crotch would bulge sometimes when she sat on his lap, but no one had ever kissed her on the breasts before and the feeling made her hips squirm at the bottom of the tub.
"Marlene, you certainly are very good at what you do," Stacy said, trying to be polite and make a good impression.
"It is nothing. It is seldom I get a chance to cleanse a body as beautiful as yours."
"Seldom?" Stacy asked. "You mean there have been others?"
"Others, yes. Like you, no. I saw the master's eyes when he heard you had nowhere to live. There is no doubt in my mind you will be very special to him."
Stacy felt her heart skip a beat and she could tell that her life had taken a drastic change for the better. She kissed Marlene's big breast that dangled in her face, and stroked the yellow hair with a wet hand.
"Yes," Stacy said, her voice now dripping with honey. "We will be very good friends."
Marlene's hands dipped down into the warm, soapy water and ran over the flat plain of Stacy's belly. Stacy parted her knees so they were touching opposite sides of the tub. Marlene's hand,, knowing and gentle, continued its journey down Stacy's body until at last it found the fertile' delta of her cunt.
Stacy's hips jerked upwards, splashing water out of the tub onto the bathroom floor.
"Would you mind if I got in the tub with you?" the maid asked sweetly.
"Come on in, the water's great!" Stacy said, and then stopped, thinking she was being too bold.
But before she could think twice the-Swedish woman had climbed into the tub and was lying flat on top of Stacy's body. Stacy wrapped her long legs around Marlene's waist and the two women ground their pussies against one another.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues rolling over one another.
Stacy had French kissed before with boys from her school, but they had always been too rough, trying to cram their tongues down her throat until she felt like gagging. Marlene's tongue was different. Every little motion was designed to give Stacy maximum pleasure.
Water was splashing all over the place and the two women were groaning with lust. Stacy could feel herself near climax again, and she knew this time no knock at the door would interrupt.
Marlene's talented fingers slipped into Stacy's crotch from behind, touching her asshole and her cunt, then finally, her clit.
Stacy felt as if a bomb had gone off in her body.
"My God! I'm coming!" Stacy shouted, forgetting there were other people in the house who might hear.
"I know my love," Marlene said, continuing to stimulate Stacy's love button with her long finger. "Roll with it. Let it take you away completely."
Stacy could no longer feel the water that covered her. For a moment she wasn't even aware of the blonde maid's body which pressed down heavy on hers. She only felt the finger, and her cunt, and the marvelous explosion that was shaking up her insides.
When the climax was over Marlene kissed Stacy on the cheek and climbed out of the tub. Stacy's muscles went lax and she felt like slipping off into a deep sleep. All of the tensions that had bound her body in a knot of loneliness seemed to drain out of her cunt into the soapy water. If sex was that good with a woman, Stacy thought, what could Sir Paullis' cock feel like?
Stacy was very thankful for what Marlene had done for her and she wanted to repay her for her kindness.
"You are such a wonderful person," Stacy said, her eyes wide with naive affection. "There must be something I can do for you."
"There are two things, you can do. First, you must never tell Sir Paullis what we do during your baths. You are to be his alone, and he must never know I have touched you in an erotic way. Second, you can learn to eat my pussy until I come too. You are the prettiest little girl have ever seen and I could think of nothing nicer than feeling your tongue lick my womanhood."
Stacy had never thought of eating a woman's pussy before. But she knew that many things in her life were changing very rapidly and she would have to learn to bend with the wind.
"I will treat you with all the tenderness of a pro," Stacy said, wondering but not caring if she was making sense. She wanted Marlene to like her.
Marlene smiled, showing straight ivory teeth and high pink gums.
"Good," she said. "After we have finished your bath, I will teach you to eat pussy. Sir Paullis likes to teach about a man himself. He would be very upset if I taught you the secrets of giving a man pleasure, but I can see no harm in you learning how to use your tongue on a woman's cunt. You may even like it."
Stacy knew she would like it. She would pretend she was eating herself, and every time Marlene gave a shiver of joy, she would feel one too.
Marlene finished bathing Stacy with the big soft sponge, giving special attention to her private parts.
"Nothing upsets Sir Paullis more than the smell of a stale cunt," Marlene said rubbing the sponge across Stacy's snatch. Stacy felt brand new waves of pleasure. "If for some reason I am not around, you must remember to wash very carefully between the lips of your cunt and your asshole too, in case he wants to take you in that manner."
Stacy nodded that she understood.
After she was all clean Stacy stepped out of the tub. Marlene dried-her off gingerly with a big fluffy towel, then powdered and perfumed her little snatch.
Stacy felt very pampered and good. She imagined she was a queen being attended to by her private hand maiden.
Marlene made sure the door to the bedroom was locked, then sprawled on her back on Stacy's bed. She ran her own fingers through the crevice of her cunt, and Stacy could see her legs stretch out and her toes curl under.
Stacy knew what was expected of her.
She positioned herself between Marlene's legs so her face was resting on one of her milky thighs.
She inhaled deeply so she could savor the scent of Marlene's pussy.
"I love your smell," Stacy said, now probing the inner lips of Marlene's quim with a tentative finger.
"You will love my taste better," Marlene said, closing her eyes and placing a guiding hand on top of Stacy's head.
Stacy's nose buried in the blonde bush above Marlene's cunt, and, sticking out her tongue she felt how soft and slippery the flesh of her cunt was. She was very wet and Stacy could taste the sweetness.
"You're right," Stacy said, drawing her tongue away for a moment. "You do taste very good."
Marlene pushed her head back down firmly. Not so hard as to be rough, but hard enough so Stacy knew exactly what the maid wanted her to do.
Stacy stuck her tongue out as far as it would go and traced a line around the inside of the outer lips.
Marlene's Swedish accent became stronger when she was sexually aroused.
"Lick my clit, now. Lick it gently, with just the tip of your tongue, then make your tongue go flat and press down on it."
Stacy tried to do exactly as she was told, but when she felt Marlene's body react to every touch, and heard her small moans, she began to ad lib.
Sticking her tongue out as far as it would go, she plunged it deep into Marlene's cunt hole. The maid let out a sharp cry, with a groan at the tail end, so Stacy knew she was enjoying it very much.
The young girl then lifted her tongue up and slapped it across Marlene's clit. Marlene increased the pressure on the top of Stacy's head, pushing her face down into her pussy.
Stacy continued licking away at the clit until she could tell Marlene was very close to climax. Then she made her tongue flat, as the maid had instructed her, and pressed down hard on her clitoris.
Marlene's hips were starting to buck like a mad mule, and Stacy had to hold on to her thighs tightly to keep from being bucked off the bed. She managed to keep her face in Marlene's crotch and her tongue directly on her clit.
Marlene began to shout something in her own language that Stacy couldn't understand. But language was not a barrier between them, the signals Marlene was sending Stacy through her body were coming through loud and clear.
Then Marlene gave one long howl. Stacy pressed down harder. Marlene climaxed and let go of Stacy's head.
"You are a very quick learner," Marlene said, panting, trying to catch her breath.
"I had a good teacher," Stacy said with a smile. And the maid left, carrying her sponge.
Stacy was alone, and for a moment she thought it had all been a dream. But then she saw the mirror had steamed from the hot bath and she knew it was all true. Such wonders were caged up inside a woman's body, she thought. I have experienced only the tip of the iceberg. When Sir Paullis arrives Monday morning there is no telling what joy will flood out of me.
On Sunday night, Stacy could not sleep. She tossed and turned deep into the night. Her fragile little heart couldn't take the anticipation.
Then she heard something that startled her. It sounded like a key unlocking her door. At first she thought that it was Marlene, returning for another sample of the teenager's tongue work.
But Marlene always knocked before entering. It was unheard of for a servant to enter a room without knocking. The door opened a crack and Stacy could see a large male form silhouetted by the light in the hall.
Stacy was naked in bed and pulled the covers up to her neck.
"Sir Paullis?" Stacy whispered, the excitement catching in her throat.
"Yes, my sweet little girl."
His footsteps were heavy across the floor.
"Shall I turn on the light?" Stacy asked, feeling her face burn from blushing.
"No, do not move at all," the English knight's voice said. "My eyes will soon adjust to the darkness and I will be able to see you fine."
The sound of his voice alone was enough to make Stacy swoon. She remembered how she had fallen so madly in love with him when they had met in Paris. She had only been a little girl but she remembered how he had commented on her beauty, and it had made her feel precious and good.
Stacy could feel him very near, and the bed moved as he sat down beside her. She could feel tender, loving fingers on her cheek.
"I can't tell you how upset I was when I heard of your parents horrible accident," he said. Stacy thought she was going to melt. By the time Sir Paullis pulled back the sheets she would be liquid. She could feel her virgin cunt lubricate itself. "I tried to make arrangements for you to come stay with me immediately, but there were legal complications. My lawyers took care of it as quickly as possible. I hope things haven't been too rough for you."
"Oh no, Sir Paullis," Stacy said, trying to make her voice seem older and sexier. Instead she sounded just like a little girl and that was how Sir Paullis Cockerham wanted her to sound. She was his little girl now, and he didn't mind one bit if she sounded very young and innocent. "Everything is all right now."
"I'm glad," he said. His eyes were adjusting and now he could see her fresh beautiful face looking up at him lovingly. "I want' you to know that you will get the best of everything. Your education will be complete. You will be active socially, often accompanying me to the most elite functions. You will learn to be the epitome of class and I will be proud to have you at my side."
"Thank you, Sir Paullis," Stacy said. He leaned down and gave her a fatherly kiss on the forehead.
"Has the maid been giving you your baths?"
"Yes, she has been in every day since I got here."
"Good. She hasn't tried anything funny, has she?"
"Oh no," Stacy bed. "But she does give a good bath."
"I found her in a brothel," Sir Paullis explained. "In Amsterdam. When I first saw her I knew I had to hire her. If she ever does anything that upsets you, don't hesitate to tell me. She has been known to have a taste for little girl's flesh. I suppose I cannot blame her. It is a vice we share."
And with that the famous poet pulled back the covers that had been tucked under Stacy's neck. He was pleased. He had been hoping she was nude. He saw her high perky tits, and her slim waist, and he approved. He placed a large hand over her right tit and kissed her fully on the mouth. She put her arms around his neck and held his lips against hers.
"I am a virgin," Stacy said, thinking he should know before they had sex.
"I know," Sir Paullis said. He did not explain how he knew and Stacy didn't ask. She assumed from that point on that the man knew everything. Perhaps Marlene had told him.
"Yes, you are my little girl now and I think you will find the arrangement to your liking. We will make love often and with a gusto you may never know again.
"I am going to take off my clothes now. Before you leave this estate you will know all there is to know about fucking. Right know I know you are anxious and perhaps a little afraid. There is no need to be. I will show you how to do everything. I do not expect you to be perfect the first time."
Stacy could hear her guardian unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers. She wished he had let her turn on the lights so she could see him better, but she wasn't about to complain. "I want to be very good for you," Stacy said sincerely. "If I do anything you don't like, be sure to tell me right away so I don't do it again."
"You are a very willing young lady. I'm glad you figured out what our relationship was going to be. I was afraid my visit would come as a surprise and frighten you."
"You could never frighten me. When I met you for the first time I knew that you were the kindest man in all the world."
Sir Paullis gave a small chuckle.
"The first time I saw you I knew you were going to grow up into a wonderful woman. The process has already started but you have much to learn."
"I want to learn very badly. I want to know all the ways there are to please you."
"You will my love. You will please me very much. Forgive me if I sound egotistical, but I believe I will please you too."
"Ummm," Stacy said, pulling the covers the rest of the way off the bed so he could see her tiny pubic patch and her long shapely legs.
He was completely nude now, and Stacy could see his tall muscular body in the dark, standing next to the bed, and she could see the shadow of his huge erect cock standing out straight in front of him She wondered how such a big thing could fit inside of her.
But she knew what a kind man he was and she knew he would be gentle and not hurt her any more than he had to.
Sir Paullis climbed into bed with Stacy. She could tell when his cheek rubbed against hers that he had recently shaved and she could smell his expensive after-shave lotion. She could feel his hard-on rubbing against her leg and his hands roaming the area on the inside of her thighs.
"It feels so good lying next to a man," Stacy said. "I have been dreaming of this moment for a long time."
"Dreams are splendid," Sir Paullis said. "But sometimes it is not good to dream too much. Then reality is disappointing."
"I could never be disappointed. I have loved you ever since I was a little girl."
"That was a little girl love. You must learn to love like a woman."
"Teach me," Stacy begged.
Sir Paullis took her hand and guided it to his cock.
"Feel me," he said. "Get to know my body." Stacy made her hand roam between his legs. She felt the big bag that held his balls, and for a moment she held it in the palm of her hand. Her hand seemed tiny compared to his balls, and even when she opened her fingers wide, some of the sack drooped over the sides. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, for she had heard that they were very fragile and easily hurt.
"That is good," he said. "Your touch is naturally gentle. It is a fine beginning. Now feel my cock. Feel it slowly, learn to know and appreciate every inch of it."
Stacy tugged on the hairs that grew from his balls with two fingernails, then moved her hand to his throbbing cock. It seemed to be still growing, and she could feel it get harder beneath her touch. It was as hard as a rock. She slid her hand slowly up and down the shaft, feeling the veins that bulged out of the sides and the velvet soft head.
Stacy could hear his heartbeat pick up, and he seemed to be breathing very rapidly.
He was enjoying it very much.
"I must know how big your cunt is, so I will know how gentle I will have to be."
He moved his hand up the inside of her thigh until his fingertips were at the gates to her honey pot. He separated the lips with two fingers and felt the hymen that blocked the hole.
It was hot and wet down there, and Stacy gasped at being touched there by a man. She knew that it would be better than with the maid, but she hadn't imagined the rippling spasms that would wrack her body at Sir Paullis' slightest touch.
She bit her lip and tried not to cry out as he inserted a finger into her cunt-hole. Nothing had ever penetrated her before.
"It's going to be a tight fit, but I think it will be okay. You are very juicy down there and that will help," he said removing his hand.
Stacy didn't care how much it was going to hurt.She wanted his cock inside of her now. She wanted to feel it ramming deep up into her womb.
Sir Paullis kissed Stacy on the neck, he nibbled playfully at her ear-lobe, stuck his tongue in her ear, then kissed her pouting lips hard. Her lips opened wide at his kiss and their tongues met.
"Fuck me!" Stacy screamed. "I can't stand it anymore! I have been waiting for so long!"
"If you insist," Sir Paullis said coolly. "Our lessons in oral and anal sex can wait to another evening."
Stacy had her legs apart and her knees up. Her body looked very small compared to his. His big hard-on poised at the lips of her cunt.
Stacy began to whimper with anticipation.
The moment of penetration was so near.
The great English poet put his hand on the shaft of his cock. He had a tremendous urge to push hard with his hips, busting her wide open, but he knew such an experience could ruin a woman forever, so he began the penetration very slowly. He could feel the barrier he would have to break through.
Stacy's teeth clenched together, and she pushed upwards with her hips to help the process along.
Then the hymen tore away.
Stacy screamed a cry of pain. She could feel drops of blood rolling out of her cunt and she could feel a single teardrop rolling down her smooth cheek.
From here on out every feeling was new for the girl. The cock slid in the rest of the way so the poet was riding her hilt deep.
Stacy felt him deep inside her and it felt as if her cunt was being torn apart but she had no urge to push him off or reject him in any way. She knew the worst was over and the pleasure would soon come.
Sir Paullis remained motionless for a second with his cock all the way in her. Then he slowly began his fucking motion, drawing his huge tool all the way out and thrusting it back into her.
She gasped, and began to move her hips in sync with his.
by the third-stroke of his fuck she knew she wanted to ball him for the rest of her life. The orgasms she had with Marlene seemed tiny compared to the intense feelings she had now, spreading through her entire body.
She lifted her ass off the bed and thrust upward hard, so that their flat stomachs slapped against one another.
Sir Paullis smiled at how quickly his little girl was learning. He picked up the pace of the fuck.
Stacy dug into his back with her nails and wrapped her legs around him so he could get even deeper into her.
The orgasms Stacy was having were different from the ones she had had with the maid. They were shorter, but more intense, and they came one after another. She howled like a wounded animal into the darkness, and she could feel the moisture from his breath beating down her neck.
"Give me everything you've got!" she screamed, urging them on to new heights of pleasure.
"I'll give you everything you can take," he responded. It had been a long time since he had been with such a wildcat. And she was so young and this was her first time. He hoped the novelty of their first fuck would never wear off. He could feel his own come stirring within his balls and getting in place at the base of his cock.
"I am going to come now," he said as calmly as he could. "See if you can come at the same time."
Stacy worked very hard for the last three strokes and her biggest and longest come rippled through her body. They came together.