Chapter 2
Nico Vassilikos had three strict rules about flying. He refused to take a Hellenic Airways flight anywhere because his father owned the airline. He refused to fly first class because he thought it was wasteful, no matter how much money you had or were going to inherit one day to pay hundreds of dollars more for the privilege of drinking free champagne and sitting in a wider seat. And he refused to watch in-flight movies because they gave him a headache. That was why he was sitting in the last row of the tourist section of a nearly empty TWA flight to London. When the stewardesses had begun to lower the undersized screen across the aisle near the front of the compartment he had moved back to the rear and taken an aisle seat. Except for the striking looking woman in her mid-thirties who sat next to the window he was the only passenger in the rear section of the aircraft.
Nico Vassilikos was eighteen years old and the only son of Pericles Vassilikos. Soon after the death of his mother four years ago he had been packed off to school in London and had been home only infrequently since then. The past year had been spent at Harvard where he was studying International Politics and he had enrolled in summer school to pick up additional credits. The only reason he was on the Boston-London flight at all was because his father was getting married again, to the glamorous American widow of Roger Clay born, the brilliant young U.S. Senator who had been assassinated two years before while campaigning for the Democratic presidential nomination.
Nico intended to stop over in London for one night and look up some old friends before catching a flight to Athens the next day.
He kept glancing over at the beautiful auburn-haired woman who was illuminated by the overhead reading lamp above her seat. She was going through a thick manuscript making corrections and brief changes in pencil and seemed to be paying no attention to him at all.
She was certainly much older than he was, perhaps even old enough to be his mother, but each time she shifted in her seat and crossed her long, shapely legs he felt a tightening in his throat and a dryness in his mouth and he wished he could think of some clever or interesting way to begin a conversation with her without sounding hopelessly juvenile.
But she gave him no encouragement and didn't even glance over at him, concentrating instead on her work, and so he closed his eyes and leaned back against the headrest of his seat and thought about Tina and Maria, the only happy things he looked forward to during his short trip home.
Dozing, he remembered the long walks he and his sister would take and the serious talks they would have. They argued a lot, especially about their father. Tina was his favorite but she blamed Nico for not standing up to him and fighting back. If he had, she theorized, his father would have more respect for him and probably more affection.
He smiled as he recalled the scrapes they had gotten in together and the long, frightening walk they would have to take to their father's study when they had been naughty and were to be punished. When Tina was to be spanked she ran around the room and their father was out of breath when he finally caught her and threw her across his lap for her dose of the strap. She would scream and wriggle while he was whipping her tight, round little buttocks and try to get off his lap. Afterwards she would scowl at her father as she brushed away her tears and pulled up her panties and rubbed her sore behind. Then she would watch as Nico meekly dropped his pants and bent over to take his punishment. Tina would cry for him more than she had for herself, begging their father to stop because Nico had been whipped enough and she would see to it that he was a good boy in the future.
He loved his sister more than anyone else in the world, certainly more than he loved his tyrannical and domineering father.
Then there was Maria who was constantly jabbering and scolding, but who was the first one there with a kiss and a hug when the world looked bleak or when one of them had hurt himself. It was Maria who always saved him an extra serving of dessert and an extra glass of milk because she thought he was too skinny and needed building up. But somehow she also managed to have the same thing for Tina, vowing it was the last time she would get such a treat until she cleaned up her room.
His reverie was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of nylon stockings rubbing together and he half opened one eye hoping to catch a glimpse of the auburn-haired woman's lovely legs being crossed.
What he saw made him catch his breath. She had hiked up the hem of her skirt well above her stocking tops and was straightening and adjusting her garters and the nylons themselves which curved deliciously and provocatively around her firm thighs, clinging tightly, like a second skin, to the lush white flesh. After pulling and smoothing the soft material and opening and re-setting the garters she reached up and took hold of the elastic hems of her panties which hugged her ample buttock cheeks. Pulling them down and easing the pressure on her crotch she began to smooth the front of the panties and to tuck in wisps of curly auburn hair which had worked their way under the strips of elastic.
Nico didn't dare make a move, pretending to be asleep and watching her through barely opened eyelids. He held his breath because he was sure if he didn't he would betray himself and she would look over at him and catch him and be furious.
Before lowering her skirt the auburn-haired beauty took a slim container from her purse and sprayed a generous stream of vaginal deodorant between her slightly spread thighs, recapping the cylindrical metal can and dropping it nonchalantly back in her purse before pulling her dress down.
She picked her manuscript up again and it appeared to Nico that she was going back to work. He swallowed hard and softly exhaled before he fainted from lack of oxygen.
"Did you enjoy watching me straighten my stockings and adjust my panties?"
Nico's eyes popped open and he sat upright in his seat.
"I beg your pardon, ma'am?" he said in a quavering voice.
The auburn-haired woman looked up from her manuscript and gave him a warm, dazzling smile which made him blush from his neck to his hairline but which also made him feel strangely at ease. He decided instantly that he liked her, something he rarely could determine until he had known someone for a long time.
"I was curious as to whether you were excited when you saw me adjusting my stockings and tightening my garters and fixing my panties so they weren't so uncomfortably high up on my bottom," she said. "After all, there's nothing to be ashamed of."
Her smile seemed to light up the dark airplane for him and he found himself staring at her like a tongue-tied juvenile.
"Doesn't your underwear ever ride up over the cheeks of your behind and become uncomfortable?" she asked.
"Why, uh, yes, ma'am, it does," he said, trying not to stammer.
"Well the same thing happens to women, especially with these tight bikini panties we wear. Of course it's more uncomfortable for men because you have a penis and testicles and a scrotum and when the crotch of your underwear is tight it's like a medieval torture instrument," she laughed. "But it's also very unpleasant for women. Most men don't realize that, but it's true. When the crotch of my panties presses against my vulva lips ... when it presses up against the lips of my pussy it's nearly as uncomfortable as when your jockey snorts squeeze your cock and balls."
"But how did you know I was watching you?" Nico said. "I pretended to be asleep."
She laughed, throwing back her head and tossing her lovely long hair over one shoulder.
"You've been watching me since you sat down," she said. "But I don't mind. In fact I'm flattered. After all I'm not a coed any longer and it boosts my ego to have a handsome young man look at my legs.
"But you're ... you're beautiful," Nico stammered. "I've never seen a coed as good-looking as you are. And besides that you can't be very old."
"Thanks for the compliment, but I'll be thirty-eight my next birthday which makes me about twenty or twenty-one years older than you are, I would guess."
He blushed again and hung his head.
"I'm only eighteen," he said.
"Why that's lovely," she said. "It's a wonderful age."
"Yeah, but right now I'd like to be a lot older so I ... so..." he stammered.
"So?" she said,-and once again her warm, reassuring smile disarmed him and gave him confidence.
"So you'd take me seriously," he managed to blurt out.
"But I do take you seriously, and I think that's a lovely compliment. And I want to thank you for telling me I'm more beautiful than any of your coed friends, even though I don't believe it," she said.
"But it's true. I swear it's true," he said.
"You're an absolute flatterer," she laughed. "But I like it. And handsome as you are you must have those coeds standing in lines, panting after you."
"Oh no, ma'am," he said shyly. "I don't really go out very much at all."
"Are you American?" she said.
He told her he wasn't and went on to explain who he was and who his father was and why he was on his way to London.
"But that's marvelous. That you're stopping off I mean. I'm going there to deliver a lecture tomorrow and I was dreading a dreary evening by myself with dinner brought to my room by a waiter with a starched shirt and a Cockney accent," she said, flashing her brilliant smile at him and recrossing her gorgeous legs. "If I'm not being too forward can I ask you to take me to a romantic restaurant for a dinner with candlelight and wine? I'll pay, of course."
"Gee, do you mean it? Oh gosh, I'd love to, I really would. Only you have to let me take you," he said, unable to believe his good luck.
"Now look, young man," she said, with mock severity. "I asked you to dinner so there will be no arguments about who's to pay. Remember, I am old enough to be your mother so that means I'm old enough to take you across my lap and take your pants down and give you good, old-fashioned spanking. You probably haven't had one for a long time and need one."
Nico felt himself blushing again.
"My father used to do that to me and my sister pretty regularly," he said.
"Yes I'd heard he was a pretty tough old bird. In fact I read somewhere that you're on a strict allowance despite his millions. Well that settles that about the dinner check," she said with an air of finality.
"No, really..."
"Nico," she said, raising a warning finger. "Remember what I said about that spanking. I was joking but that doesn't mean I won't do it if it becomes necessary."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, grinning at her, but well aware that she meant what she said.
"And stop calling me ma'am. My name is Carlisle. Helen Carlisle. Actually, Dr. Helen Carlisle. But I wish you would make it plain Helen," she said.
"Okay, ma'am ... I mean Helen," he grinned, catching himself. Then: "Doctor of what?"
"I'm an M.D. with a specialty in psychiatry," she said. "And I'm going to London to deliver a lecture on "The Psychic Dominance of the Woman in Western Civilization' "
"It sounds pretty technical," he said, then snapped his fingers and looked at her: "Of course! You're famous. You were the one who says that the woman should be the head of the household instead of the man in western society. You lectured at Vassar last year."
"Well, you've discovered my secret," she said, smiling at him and turning slightly so that her firm, round breasts protruded across the arm of her seat. He couldn't help looking at them and it took all his self-control to raise his eyes to her face again.
"You can look at my breasts if you want to," she said. "That's one of my themes. Western males are so caught up in their futile desire to dominate the female that they've lost sight of their primary function, to procreate. In other words, it's the man's job to get a hard-on and fuck the woman and get her pregnant. That's what nature created him for. He wasn't meant to fight or make a million dollars or hunt meat. Women are perfectly capable of doing all off those things for themselves. But man has become so wound up in all of these competitive sidelines that he can't keep up with women sexually. So a woman can have five or six orgasms to his one, and after fucking once or twice in a night, often in a week, a man is exhausted while nearly all women could fuck four or five or even seven or eight times every night if the man could only service them.
"I see," Nico said, "but what's that got to do with my looking at your breasts?"
"Well you've been trained as a man to go through all the male rituals. Chivalry, being protective of women, being polite to them. All that nonsense. When really women just want you to stare at their breasts or at their bottoms or at their pussies or their legs and to put your hands or your mouth anywhere you want to, so long as you get a hard-on when she wants to have a stiff cock in her cunt. But men are too busy waging stupid wars and 'putting women in their place' to realize how much happier they would be, and their women would be, if they would just lie around and rest and do as little as possible so they can conserve their energies for the purpose nature intended. Naturally, then, it follows that in a social and economic context women should be dominant because they don't have to conserve their energies. All they have to do is lie down and spread their legs. They don't have the problem of getting their cocks hard because they don't have cocks. Therefore they should be the breadwinners and the soldiers and so forth and they should have the dominant role in the home that goes along with these functions which they're required to carry out."
"Boy, I guess you weren't fooling about giving me a spanking," he grinned.
"No, I wasn't. Women should have the right to discipline men instead of its being the other way around. But then they should also be running nations and Wall Street and the Universities and all our other major institutions as well," she went on.
"Okay, Helen," he grinned. "I guess I'll have to let you take me to dinner tonight in London."
"That's being a good boy," she said. "I think we're going to get along very well, Nico. Just as long as you remember who's boss."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, smiling mischievously at her.
It's a hot day and his mother is in downtown Athens for lunch with friends and an afternoon of shopping. His father is hard at work in his den with the door locked and he won't emerge until dinner time, as usual.
Nico is thirteen and his mother has forbidden him under penalty of a spanking to go in her room when she is not there. But his mother is away and Maria is taking a nap as is her custom in the hottest days of summer.
His mother is a small woman and her things fit him perfectly. At first he only wanted to open her drawers and smell the fresh, clean, slightly scented fragrance of her lingerie, but the temptation proved too strong and now he finds himself with his own clothes piled in a heap on the floor of her room as he wriggles into a pair of her sheer white panties, drawing them up over his legs and pulling them high up on his bottom so they are snug and tight against his round, muscular cheeks.
Now he pulls the garter belt around his waist and attaches it the way he has seen her do so often in the days before he was too old to watch her dress and was banished from her room whenever she performed the tantalizing ritual. He adjusts the thin band of flesh-colored elastic so that the garter straps hang down in the right places and then he sits on her bed and slowly draws on her stockings, making sure they are straight and the knees and heels go on correctly. Then he fastens the garters to the tinted nylon stocking tops with their wide, dark bands and stands in front of the mirror to see how he looks. He grabs hold of the sides of the panties and pulls them higher up so the valley between the cheeks of his bottom is clearly defined. Then he sees what he has done wrong. Damn it! The panties are supposed to go on after the garter belt so that they fit over the straps. He tugs the panties down his legs and bends over to pull them off, so engrossed in his charade that he doesn't hear the door of the bedroom open.
THWACK!
His father's belt catches him squarely across the naked cheeks of his buttocks as he bends over to take the panties from around his ankles. He gives a surprised yelp and stands up, automatically cupping his behind to ease the sting of the lash his father gave him. He is terrified as he feels his father's huge hand wrap around his thin arm and he is being dragged to a chair. His father puts one polished shoe on the chair, unmindful of the pastel upholstery and he finds himself flung across the familiar broad thigh, his feet off the floor and the panties still dangling around his ankles.
His behind is on fire as the doubled-over belt comes down again and again. He is wailing and pleading with his father to stop whipping him but it is to no avail. The thick, muscular arm rises and falls like an angry machine and he is pinned in position, helpless.
He sees Tina standing in the doorway of his mother's bedroom, crying and screaming for his father to stop beating him.
He is ashamed.
Nico sits, uncomfortable and afraid, in the stiff-backed, antique chair in the sitting room of the luxurious Soho flat. He had flown to London that morning with his father in the largest and fastest of the family's private jets, confined like a naughty schoolboy to the row of front seats while his father worked at his desk in the rear of the plane.
Now his father is inside, behind the thick mahogany door, talking to the smiling blonde woman who had been introduced to him simply as 'Priscilla'.
He shifts in his chair; his buttocks are still stiff and sore from the whipping his father gave him yesterday afternoon and he wishes he could go outside and take a walk, anything not to have to sit down.
"Would you like a nice cup of tea, dearie?" the old woman who had answered the door cackles. She is Maria's age but she's fat and walks with a waddle, like a huge duck. Apparently she is Priscilla's housekeeper.
"No thank you, ma'am," he answers meekly.
"Are you sure, darling, a nice big boy like you? Some cookies, perhaps?" Her voice is kind despite its brittle tone. He shakes his head. The telephone rings and the housekeeper answers it.
"No, I'm sorry, sir, but the young lady will not be available for modeling assignments today," she says to the caller. "Her price is fifteen guineas for all the usual services including French or Swedish massage. That's for as long as you want, dear, she doesn't rush her customers. Within reason, of course. She does administer correction but it's three guineas extra and she has all the equipment. What's that? Oh of course, garter belt, black stockings, yes she has a complete wardrobe, anything you'd like. She will accept very mild correction herself, but it must be very mild and given with the open hand only, no canes or straps. And it's twenty guineas per session. The young lady is in her early twenties and is quite beautiful. She's five feet nine inches tall and weights a hundred and thirty-five pounds. Her measurements are thirty-eight, twenty-three, thirty-eight and she has extremely long, shapely legs, a firm, beautiful bust, and lovely blonde hair which extends to her waist. What's that, dear? Her bottom? Oh my yes, it's absolutely gorgeous. Has to be seen to be believed. What's that? Three p.m. tomorrow? Let me see ... yes, yes, that's fine. You call this number just before you come and I'll give you the address."
The old woman hangs up. Nico is fascinated by what he has heard. She was obviously talking about Priscilla, although he has no idea what 'equipment' and 'correction' mean.
The door opens and Priscilla stands in the doorway smiling down at him.
"Come in, Nico," she says in her soft British accent.
"Where's my father?" Nico says hesitantly.
"He's gone out another way. He'll be back for you tonight. In the meantime we're going to have lots of fun, just the two of us. Come on."
He follows her obediently into the luxurious bedroom which is decorated in pale blue and pink and has a four-poster bed with a canopy in the center of it. She turns and looks at him and he feels himself blush, ducking his head shyly.
"Well now," Priscilla says. "You're a very handsome boy, Nico, much better looking than your father. Our job will be to make you as much of a man as he is. Now come over here to my dressing table so we can get started."
He is hypnotized by her. She is quite tall and full-bodied with long, curvaceous legs and round, fleshy hips. She's wearing a skin-tight dress which accentuates the magnificent shape of her figure. It's made of thin black satin which catches the light in the room and shimmers and glistens as she moves. Her large, pear-shaped buttocks ripple and quiver as she crosses the room and sits down at her dressing table, facing him and crossing her breathtaking legs with a swish of nylon rubbing against nylon. He can see up her legs and a tiny white triangle of flesh peeks out at him from above the top of one of her darkly-tinted, sheer, tight-fitting nylon stockings.
He crosses the room toward her, mesmerized. Now he'd staring at her firm, full breasts which jiggle slightly with each breath she takes, barely contained by the thin, tight satin bodice of her dress. She has her arms extended and she's smiling, waiting for him to come to her so she can hug him.
He is in her arms and she is hugging him and giving him an affectionate, motherly kiss on the cheek. Then he feels her fingers on his belt, unfastening the buckle and opening it and for a moment he's frightened.
"Are you going to spank me?"
She laughs.
"No darling, not unless that's what you'd like me to do. But I don't think that's what your father has in mind. I'm just undressing you," she says, pulling down his zipper and letting his pants drop.
"Slip your shoes off and then step out of your pants. You can toss them on that big chair," she says. "Why did you think I was going to spank you? Have you been a bad boy?"
"Well, I..." he begins but can't bring himself to confess his crime of the day before.
"Oh I know. Your father told me. Got dressed up in your mommy's undies, did you? Well that's not so serious. All little boys do that at one time or another. Your father got excited about it, that's all. Now come on, let's get this shirt off," she says unbuttoning his shirtfront and taking hold of first one sleeve and then the other to pull it over his arms. Now he has on only a pair of thin jockey undershorts but for some reason he feels no more ashamed in front of this soft, smiling, beautiful woman than he would in front of his own mother.
"Miss Priscilla?" he says.
"Yes dear?"
"Are you really in your early twenties?"
"Oh dear, you've been listening to Mona on the telephone," she laughs. "No Nico, I'm much older. In fact I'm old enough to be your mother. But if Mona tells my clients I'm nearly forty they'll be frightened off. Once they come here and get a look at me, none of them ever leave."
"Gosh no," Nico says. "You're ... you're beautiful."
"Why thank you, Nico. That's a lovely compliment. The truth is, most of my clients like a mature woman. So many of them want to be spanked or caned the way their mothers and their nannies used to do and a young girl just doesn't fit their images of what a mommy is like," she explains, her voice musical and lilting and very comforting to the boy who is fast losing his shyness. "That's why I said I would spank you if you wanted me to. We'll find out if that's what excites you, but first we'll try some other things you may like better than that. You must think of me as one of your teachers, Nico, but you're going to learn something far more important than arithmetic or spelling. I'm going to teach you how to give a woman a good fucking. Do you know what that it?"
"I ... I think so," he stammers.
"Well you'll know for certain before we're finished today," she smiles. "Now let's get those shorts down and then you can help me get undressed."
Her soft, gentle hands slip into the elastic band around his waist and slowly draw his shorts over his bottom and down the length of his slim, boyish legs.
"Oh dear, what happened to your sweet little bottom? Why is it all red and striped? Were you punished?" she asks, her voice sympathetic.
"Yes, ma'am," he admits. "My father beat me . for wearing my mother's clothes."
"He spanks you with a belt, does he?" she says, running her soft hands soothingly over his hot, tender buttocks. "Well it must have hurt a lot."
"Yes, ma'am," he says ruefully.
"Well," she says, smiling, "we all have to take our hidings in life when we deserve them. Now help me to get undressed and after we've fucked we'll put some nice, soothing cream on your hot little behind and rub it in to help take away the hurt."
She stands up and pulls down a concealed zipper at the side of her dress, lifting the hems and drawing it up over her head and taking it off.
Nico's eyes bulge and he has to hold his breath. The only women he has ever seen in their underwear are his mother and his sister. But neither one, however beautiful, compares with Priscilla.
Her ample breasts are supported, needlessly, by a tiny black brassiere which accentuates rather than constrains their trembling fullness. Her large, strawberry-pink nipples are fully exposed, peeking over the top of the bra like small, perfectly-shaped flowers.
Her thin, simple garter belt is also black and extends around her hips just below her navel. Narrow black straps descend from the garter belt and are drawn taught by the garters at the bottom which are attached to the tops of her darkly-tinted nylons which in turn curve delightfully around the supple fullness of her luscious, womanly thighs.
Over the garter belt and garter straps, hugging her bottom like a second skin, is a pair of see through black nylon panties with a tiny lace frill around the elastic of the legs. Her marvelous bottom fills the panties completely and her lower cheeks protrude under the frilly hems in twin rolls of soft, bouncing flesh. The gossamer seat of the garment curves deep inside the dark, wedge-shaped valley between the fullness of her buttocks and at the base wispy strands of velvety soft blonde hair protrude enticingly from under the tight elastic.
"All right, Nico darling," she says in a soft, inviting voice which sends shivers up his back and through his rapidly warming loins. "I'll take off my bra while you slip my panties over my bottom and down my legs."
She reaches around behind her while he is still standing motionless, in complete awe of this tall, lovely, golden-haired goddess before him.
"Oh, oh," she laughs, letting the brassiere fall to the floor, freeing her large, bouncing, marble-white breasts. "I'm getting ahead of you. Come on now, help me with my panties."
She takes his hands and guides them to the elastic of the black bikini panties and he feels himself hooking his fingers in the narrow band and drawing the sheer garment down over her hips. As he bends down his eyes catch the thick, curly, butter-colored thatch of hair which begins at the very bottom of her stomach and narrows, funnel-shaped, and disappears between the lush fullness of her thighs. He gets a sudden impulse he can't resist. Her panties are at mid-thigh and he leans forward and buries his face in the soft mound of yellow curls, kissing them and licking them and smelling the strong, raw, feminine odor that rises from between her legs.
"OOooohhhhh, Nico darling," she says. "That feels marvelous. You're learning very quickly and it looks as though I'll have an easy and very pleasant job to do. In a minute, when we're on my big, soft bed I'll teach you how to put your mouth against my pussy and eat my cunt."
He takes his face away, intoxicated, and as he pulls the panties down over her long, statuesque legs he sees that his small, pale penis is erect and trembling, like a vibrating little wand sticking up in the air.
"Miss Priscilla?"
"Yes, darling?"
"May I ... well, can I smell your panties?"
"Of course, Nico. It's a very exciting thing for a man to do and flattering and exciting for the woman, too. Press the crotch right up against your nose, and the seat, too. Here," she says, taking them and turning them inside out, "now try it."
She gives them back and his hands are shaking as he puts the wispy garment against his face, rubbing the soft, fragrant nylon against his cheek and pressing it to his nose, sniffing her strong feminine odor, the odor of her vagina and of the crevice between the cheeks of her bottom where her anus has rubbed up against the diaphanous material.
"Put your tongue against them. Taste them," she tells him, gently instructing him, leading him.
He obeys and runs his tongue over the inside of the reinforced crotch and he can taste the erotic essence of her, strong, slightly metallic, damp from her vaginal juice and the perspiration between her legs.
"Now I'll show you something else that's fun to do," she says, taking the panties and bending down over his cute, erect little rod with its throbbing red knob at the end. Taking the narrow, pulsating shaft in one hand she wraps the gossamer fabric of the panties around it and begins to masturbate him through the material, drawing her fingers gently but firmly up and down the length of him.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh ... Miss Priscilla," he moans, closing his eyes and concentrating on the feel of the silky material against the sensitive skin of his erection.
Now she slides the panties down between his legs and with two fingers pushes the nylon up into the tight, narrow crevice between the cheeks of his bottom, tickling and teasing the soft muscles around his little anus, inserting one gossamer-covered finger up into the dark cavity beyond.
"How does that feel, Nico love? Does it make your little cock jump and quiver with excitement?" she croons.
"Ohhhhh, yes," he says, rotating his hips so that his bottom presses down against her finger.
"That's just a beginning, my sweet," she says, standing up and walking sensuously to a small clothes hamper by the door of her bathroom where she deposits the soiled panties. The large, round, fleshy cheeks of her bottom bounce and quiver delightfully with each step and as she bends over the hamper they part to reveal the moist, dark valley in between. Turning, she comes back to him, her corn-colored pubic triangle swaying back and forth as she moves her hips, like the hand of a metronome, and her large breasts jiggling like pieces of fruit on a branch.
Taking his hand she leads him to her enormous four-poster bed and as she sits on the edge she takes him on her broad lap, the bottoms of his thighs and buttocks tingling as they rub across the silky material of her stocking tops and the smooth skin above. She puts her arms around him and draws him close to her large, firm breasts so that his shoulder is between them and he can smell the fresh, slightly perfumed fragrance of them.
"Now, Nico darling, I see that your beautiful little cock is deliciously hard and ready for our afternoon of games," she says, putting her hand between his legs and teasing his erect shaft, running her finger-tips up and down the length of it. "Tell me, do you want me to undress completely so that I'm all bare like you are, or would you rather have me keep my nylons and garter belt on so that you can rather have me keep my nylons and garter belt on so that you can feel the material while we're fucking and licking each other?"
"I'd rather have you keep them on," he says. "I like to touch them."
"That's a good sign, darling. Men who are particularly virile, men like your father, for instance, always like to fuck a woman who is wearing lingerie, especially a pair of sexy stockings and a garter belt to hold them up."
With surprising strength "she stands up, holding the thirteen-year-old in her arms, and leans over the bed, gently depositing him on the crisp, clean sheets. Then she kneels beside him and begins to stroke his stomach with her large, soft hands, making a circular motion and edging lower and lower each time she comes around again.
He lies with his head on one of her pillows and watches her hand with fascinated anticipation as it comes nearer and nearer to his throbbing rod. Then she's touching it, brushing her fingers over it, and he is arching his hips to thrust his penis against her.
Now she is holding it softly between her two warm palms and she leans forward, letting her ripe breasts lightly touch the head, brushing the soft, pink nipples over it's eager length. And then she bends further and takes his erection in her mouth; hugging it tightly with her full, wet lips, drawing them up and down from the hilt to the tip as her tongue busily licks and probes and caresses.
He puts his hands in her soft, honey-blonde hair and feels the rising and falling of her head as the soaking moistness of her mouth sends fiery shocks pulsating through his body.
She is moving around between his legs now and raising them, propping his thighs on her shoulders and raising his bottom from the bed as she kneels down and burrows her head under his scrotum, her face pushing in between the cheeks of his buttocks and her mouth kissing the tender skin around his anus. His body shakes and he is afraid his unsteady legs will slip off of her shoulders but she puts her hands around his thighs and steadies him, then raises one to take hold of his penis and massage it while her tongue and mouth and nose go busily to work in his anal crevice.
Her warm, probing tongue pushes up into the iris-shaped hole, forcing its way through the tightly-clenched muscles and sliding inside as Nico's body jerks with pleasure and erotic excitement. He can feel her nose at the very top of the space between his cheeks, pushing and nuzzling and sniffing while her fingers caress his trembling erection.
Then she is sitting straight again, still on her knees, taking his legs off of her shoulders but staying in between them.
"Did you like the have your cock sucked, darling, and your little ass-hole licked and reamed out with my tongue?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am," he sighs. "I loved it. Please do it some more."
"Not now, sweetheart," she says, smiling gently and appreciatively. "I don't want you to come just yet because we have lots of other things to sample before your first ejaculation. Remember, this is just an introductory lesson. I must say I'm enjoying it thoroughly and I hope your father decides to send you to me for more thorough indoctrination into the art of love."
"I do too," he says, then, smiling wickedly. "What if I just come anyway and shoot off before you want me to?"
"That sounds like a naughty little boy talking," she laughs, playfully rolling him over onto his stomach and lightly and gently slapping his tender bottom. "And naughtiness calls for a good spanking from Auntie Priscilla."
"Ow! Ow!" he laughs, even though the spanks are not hurting him. "I'll be good, Auntie Priscilla."
"That's more like it," she smiles. "And good little boys get lovely rewards ... like this."
Still on his stomach he feels the cheeks of his bottom being spread and then her strong, smooth finger is pushing up inside his anus, deeper and deeper and he can feel his erogenous anal walls clamping around it, clenching, trying to hold onto it.
"Mmmmmmm, your darling little ass-hole wants to swallow my finger," she says. "It wants to keep it inside and not let it go."
"Oh, it feels good, Priscilla. I love to have your finger inside my bottom like that," he sighs, arching his back and forcing the digit further inside him.
Her finger comes out of him and he feels himself being rolled back over. Priscilla is in complete command of his body, touching it, moving it, caressing, kissing it, like a loving mother with an infant.
Once more she shifts her position on the bed, coming forward until she is kneeling near his head. Reaching around she doubles the pillow so that his face is at an angle tilted slightly upward, and then she straddles him, resting her fleshy bottom on his upper chest and facing him, her spread thighs and crotch just inches from his face.
"Now I'm going to let you put your handsome young face between my legs and give my pussy a good eating. I'm going to press my cunt up against your mouth in a minute and then I want you to put your tongue inside the lips and move it around. Have you ever seen a woman's naked cunt before, Nico darling?"
"No, ma'am," he admits. "Except for a look now and then at my mother when she's getting out of the bath or dressing, just before she pulls her panties on. I've seen my sister a lot but she doesn't count because she's only nine. She doesn't even have any hair yet."
She puts her hands between her spread legs and pushes the bushy blonde hair flat against the lips of her vagina so that he can see their shape and color and size.
"You see, Nico, these are my vulva lips. I'm getting very excited and when I do they start to swell and get all wet. See how they shine and glisten, especially the pink part just inside. On top there's a little knob that gets hard when I'm hot and when I'm getting fucked or having my pussy licked. That's my clit and it's stiff right now, waiting for your tongue to massage it. When you stick your tongue in you'll be able to feel it right up here and I want you to run the tip of your tongue all around it and over the top. That drives a woman absolutely wild and a loving, considerate man always makes sure he gives his woman's clit a good working over when he's sucking her pussy or when he's got his stiff prick up her cunt. Do you understand?"
Her instructions are given in soft, caressing tones and she smiles while she's telling him what to do. He is able to relax and for the first time in his life he's not ashamed of his curiosity about sex.
"All right, darling, I'm going to start rubbing my hot, wet muff in your sweet little face and you just do the things I've told you to do and whatever seise comes naturally to you. You're a beautiful, handsome boy and you'll be a wonderful man. All you need is a bit of practice."
She inches forward on her knees, fitting her crotch against his eager face, feeling his hot, excited breath against her pulsating vulva lips.
Nico seems engulfed by the wet fur. It moves and throbs like a soft little animal and he presses his face into it, searching for her vaginal opening. Finding it, he begins to lick and probe with his tongue, and at the same time he breathes deeply, drawing the overpowering fragrance of her crotch into his lungs.
"That's it, Nico. That's marvelous. Oh, darling, it feels go good. Yes, put your tongue deep into my pussy and draw it back and forth over my clit. Did you find it? Yes! There it is! Oh yes, baby sweet, you're doing it now! Ooooohhhhh! Oh God! Ooooohhhhhh! Yes yes yes yes yes! I can feel my juices starting to pour out of my pussy. Swallow them, Nico, you'll like the taste. Oh God, Nico, what you're doing is just right. You're marvelous, darling, absolutely wonderful! Perfect! Oh dear, if I'm not careful I'll lose control and will come too soon and I'll be the one getting the spanking!"
Beside himself with pride and pleasure at her praise and encouragement, and trembling with erotic excitement from the fire radiating from his loins, Nico sucks and licks and probes with even greater eagerness and intensity. Priscilla is right. He adores the odd, nutty taste of her vaginal juices and he tries to lap them up with his tongue and get every sticky drop in his mouth and let them trickle deliciously down his throat.
"Oh sweetheart, do you like sucking my cunt? Do you like to have your face pressed into my wet pussy? Do you like to smell and taste me?"
He nods his head, unwilling to take his face away from the sweet, matted fur for even an instant.
"Oh my baby, that's enough now. You will have me coming, all over you like a geyser," she says, easing her bottom back down his chest until she is sitting on his stomach. He can feel the warm, damp crevice spread over his skin and the plump, firm flesh of her parted cheeks like satin pillows against his middle.
She is breathing hard and smiling with pride and pleasure at him. Her skin is wet with perspiration and drops of it are running down between her magnificent breasts.
"Oh my, Nico, you're absolutely terrific! What a treat you'll be for your wife when you get married some day."
"I ... I think I'd like to marry you, Priscilla," he says. "I love you."
"Bless you, darling," she says appreciatively, touched by his youthful honesty and ingenuousness. She strokes his cheek with her hand and sees that his whole face is wet and sticky with her vaginal juices. "You did everything just right. Now comes the best part. I'm going to let you put your hard little cock in my pussy, right between the lips, and shove it in and out and over my clit until we both come. How does that sound, sweetheart?"
"It sounds great," he says, eagerly looking forward to the next step in his lovemaking lesson. "I love everything we do."
"What an outstanding pupil you are, Nico," she enthuses. Then, smiling mischievously: "Now I won't have any excuse to keep you after class and make you do extra work."
"Oh but I'll stay as long as you want me to, Priscilla," he cries.
"Don't worry," she laughs. "We have the whole afternoon. After a good, healthy fuck we'll take a shower together and I'll let you soap my cunt and my ass-hole and my tits and I'll soap your cock and get it hard and I'll give you a blow job under the spray."
"Oh boy!" he says.
"Now my sweet, how would you like your first piece of ass? Do you want me to lie on my back so you can play with my titties or would you rather I bent forward so you can see my big bottom while you're fucking me?"
"Which way do you like it, Priscilla?" he answers. "I'd love to do it any way you'd like to and I want you to have as much fun as me."
"Bravo, Nico," she says approvingly. "I asked you that question hoping that would be your answer. A real man always tries to please the woman he's fucking as much or more than he does himself. And a real woman does the same for him. That's why a good fucking session performed by two people in love is the most glorious thing in the world. Each one is trying to please the other and the result is ecstasy for them both."
"But I told you," Nico says. "I do love you and I want to make you happy and some day I want to marry you, Priscilla."
Priscilla blushes with pleasure and impulsively kisses Nico's lips.
"What a sweet, sweet boy you are, Nico. And you'd better be careful. I might just take you up on that offer some day," she laughs.
"Oh yes," he says, "I want you to. I'll be rich when I'm a man and you won't have to fuck anybody but me."
"But I'm happy doing this, darling. I feel I'm helping men to be better husbands and teaching boys like you to be better and happier adults," she says. "Besides, I'll be way too old by the time you're ready to get married."
"It's not true!" Nico protests vehemently. "I'll still love you no matter how old you are!"
"All right," she laughs. "I can see you're as stubborn and as obstinate as your father, which isn't a bad thing to be. But look at your poor little prick, standing up like a brave little sentinel and waiting for us while we argue. Sweet thing."
She bends over and kisses it lightly, then turns over on her stomach beside Nico and doubles up a pillow under her pelvis, elevating her melon-like buttocks and spreading them to reveal the valley in between.
"Ordinarily for your first time I'd introduce you to the conventional, missionary position, but since you're such an apt and talented pupil I'll show you by favorite way to fuck and then after our shower we can experiment with other positions, all right?"
"Sure," he says. "What should I do?"
She spreads her legs, so that she is in the shape of a "Y" on her stomach and her vulva lips are open, like a dark envelope, waiting for him, the pink, swollen lips trembling and shiny with moisture, anticipating the touch of his erect penis.
"Just get on your knees in between my thighs and you'll see my cunt will be just about even with your hard little cock and you'll be able to slide it right inside me. That's why I put this pillow under my stomach."
He obeys, positioning himself directly behind her spread buttocks and her waiting, eager vagina.
"Go ahead, darling, just push it right in, the same way you stuck your tongue in me."
"I ... I'm awful hard," he says dubiously. "You sure I won't hurt you?"
"Oh no, my sweet, considerate little baby," she laughs. "Far from it. You'll see. You're prick will just go sliding in. But thank you for asking. Again it proves you're going to be a real man."
He looks down at her, at the big buttock cheeks and the dainty, puckered anus in the crevice between them, and lower, at her vagina, wet and soft and warm, waiting for him, only for him, waiting to be penetrated, waiting to feel the hardness of him pushing inside her luscious body.
"Oh hurry, my darling," she says, gasping. "I'm so excited. We've played long enough. I want to feel your cock in my cunt now and I want you to give me a beautiful fucking until we come all over each other."
He puts his hands on her buttocks cheeks and presses in, as though they were fresh loaves of warm bread, then he grips the sides of her wide hips and moves forward, his rod poised between her vulva lips, barely touching them as she begins to move and twitch, wanting him, and he hears her moan and whimper with the desire to be pinioned.
He pushes straight inside her and she gives a convulsive little jerk, her whole body responding to him.
"That's perfect, Nico darling. Now pull back until your cock is almost out of me again and then come back in once more. You'll see, it will be very natural to you in just a minute or so."
He follows her instructions, feeling the wet walls of her vagina gather around his probing shaft, closing like hot quicksand, squeezing him.
"Be careful not to come too soon, darling," she says. "If you feel like you're coming think of something else or stop going in and out of me. I'll tell you when I'm ready to come and then we'll finish together."
"Y ... yes, ma'am," he stammers, gasping with excitement as he withdraws to the brim of her plump, juicy vaginal lips and thrusts back in again, heaving in and coming out, in and out, in a movement he takes to so naturally it surprises him. Now he is building a rhythm and he feels the searing flood gathering in his pelvic cavern, throbbing and pulsating through him like the rumble of an earthquake. It is something he feels is too powerful for him, bigger than he is, and he wonders if he can control it.
"I ... I ... I don't think ... I can stop it ... " he murmurs, breathing hard. He is bent over her back now, her wide, fleshy buttocks banging into his lean stomach with each forward thrust, the crevice between like an open mouth grabbing at him each time.
"Try, darling. It's the final test for you. If you can hold off you'll be a man and I can give your father a perfect report."
"I ... I'll try," he said. "But for you, Priscilla, not for him."
"Bless you my love," she said, her voice low and her breath coming in gasps. "I'll try to hurry up and come. I should be able to, you've got me so horny I'm about to burst. Hold off just a little more, Nico. Just a little more."
To take his mind off of the heat in his loins he thinks back to the previous afternoon, recreates the feeling of his father's thick belt biting into his tender buttocks. He can hear Tina screaming, and afterwards he is in her tender arms and she is weeping for him more than he is weeping for himself and he can feel her little girl's hands rubbing his bottom, trying to soothe the sting from the flaming cheeks.
"Ooohhhhhhh, Nico, you've done it, darling," Priscilla moans. "I'm coming. Oooooooooooo ... here it comes ... aaaaahhhhhhhhh . ... "
Her buttocks batter him like winter surf against a sea wall as she shudders and trembles convulsively, then the storm subsides and she is panting and he is not thinking about his whipping any more but thrusting in and out of her again, frantically, wetly, concentrating on the moist, warm, tender miracle between her legs and now her spasms begin again, even more strongly than before.
"Oh Jesus, you're making me come again ... oh Noco, I thought I'd never be able to do this again ... ooooooohhhhhhh. ... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... Here it comes! Oh God, it's like a . flood, I'm drowning ... oooooohhhhhhh...."
The quiet room reverbrates with the sound of her firm, generous flesh slapping against his lean, taut muscle as she reaches her third and then her fourth orgasms, her whole body quivering like someone caught up in the ecstasy of a religious vision.
"Come, my darling!" she cries, enraptured. "Oh come come come ... shoot off inside my cunt like the strong young animal you are!"
He feels the flood rise in him again and this time he does not block its raging course. His loins are on fire and the hot wetness which seems to originate in the very center of his body radiates like water from a bursting dam, driving toward his crotch and down the length of his erection, exploding into her womb just as she reaches yet another orgasm and their bodies pulsate spasmodically together, crashing one against the other as they cry out together, like one voice, and he feels her clinging to him, trying to rub against him and he is stabbing into her as the fiery sperm explodes again from his shaft and he feels it gush inside her, splashing against the walls of her vagina and washing through her like a waterspout.
Then they are limp together and he is prostrate against her wide back which is shiny with sweat and he feels her gasping breaths as she draws fresh air into her lungs. His softening rod is still inside her, held gently between her vaginal lips as though it were a dying bird in the gentle hand of a child.
"Oh Nico," she whispers. "You were superb! Oh my darling, you held back and waited for me to come just like the best and most experienced stud in the world. It was a wonderful fuck that you gave me, a perfect fuck. I'll be able to tell your father that you're all man and not to worry about that silly little prank you pulled, dressing up in your mother's underwear."
"I don't care about him," Nico says. "He whipped me for it but I'll do it again if I feel like it. He can't scare me with his belt or with his shouting or with his threats to disinherit me. I love you, Priscilla, and I was able to fuck you that way because you were kind and patient and told me what to do. I couldn't be as good with anyone else. That's why I love you and want a marry you."
"Oh how tempted I am, sweet Nico, but it's out of the question. I was hired by your father to teach you about fucking a woman and you turned out to be the best pupil I've ever had. We'll spend the rest of the day trying out variations of what you've just learned. Believe me, I'm looking forward to it. Perhaps we'll even have further lessons. But that's the extent of it. Whenever you're in London you can come here and fuck me all day ... free of charge ... but don't talk about marrying me. It's impossible ... because I wouldn't betray your father and because you're too young and I'm too old and because, finally, I'm a whore. And I like being a whore. I've become rich and I've done a lot of good for a lot of lonely, disillusioned men ... men whose wives are even bigger whores than I am and a lot more dishonest about it to boot. Oh little Nico, I love you, too. I adore you. And because I do I'm going to put an end to your dreams right now. There will be no more talk of marriage between us and that is final. Do you understand?"
"But. . . " the boy protests, feeling his flaccid penis begin to rise again.
"Nico!" she admonishes. "Am I going to have to take you across my lap and punish you like a little boy after all? That's enough, young man!"
"Yes, ma'am," the boy says grudgingly, realizing finally that she is the dominant one in their relationship and that the only path to the sublime pleasure he can experience with her is through obedience.
"That's better," she says, her voice still severe and commanding. "I feel you getting hard in me again. Why don't we have another nice little fuck and then take our shower and after that I'll rub cold cream on your red little bottom and you can lick my ass-hole the way I licked yours and I'll suck you off again . ... "
As her voice drones on, cataloguing the pleasures the afternoon holds for them, Nico feels the hot tears welling in his eyes at the thought of having found a woman to love, a woman who understands him and can make him ecstatically happy, and of having her deny him for reasons he can't understand.
He feels her moving against him again as his penis hardens, and he can feel her hot juices begin to ooze out at the base of his shaft.
As he begins to move in and out of her again he knows he will never forget her and never stop searching for a woman like her.
"But Nico, darling," Helen Carlisle said. "She sounds like a perfectly marvelous woman. You mean to say you've never seen her again since that day? You're a dreadful boy and should be thrashed."
"I couldn't stand seeing her and fucking her again and then just going away and thinking that the next day she would be doing the same thing for someone else."
"Not the same thing, Nico. Obviously Priscilla had a very special feeling for you. And she was right not to encourage your adolescent dreams of marrying her. You're still only eighteen and she must be over forty."
"But what does that matter, Helen? I've had plenty of girls since then and I've given them the screwing of their lives thanks to Priscilla. But I've never loved one of them the way I loved her. I just don't want a young, stupid, inexperienced girl. The only young girl I love is my sister and that's because she's something very, very special."
"I know," Helen said. "And you're right about her. I've seen pictures of her in Time and Newsweek and she's perfectly gorgeous. I wouldn't blame you for having an incestuous affair with Tina."
Nico blushed and poured another cup of espresso for both of them. They were just finishing dinner in an out-of-the-way restaurant in Soho and were enjoying each other's company over the final cups of Italian coffee. Helen had checked into the Dorchester and they were both waiting to see how the evening turned out before Nico made any plans about a hotel room. So far the evening had turned out very well and there was already a tacit, unspoken agreement between them that he would go back with her and spend the night in her room. But there was no rush and they were content to let the evening take its course before embarking on the exciting sexual liaison which was in the back of both of their minds.
Nico took Helen's hand and held it, turning it over to look at the palm.
"It's soft, yet strong," he said. "Capable of both gentleness and firmness. God how I need both of those things."
She laughed softly.
"You seem to like women a lot older than you are," she said, chiding him slightly.
"Is there anything wrong with that?" he said.
"Look, when I go out with a young girl I have to sit through hours of boring, meaningless conversation and then if I put my hands up under her skirt she gets flustered and tries to tell me what a nice girl she is and if she does let me fuck her it's only because I'm someone special and she will expect my undying love plus a sure date every Friday and Saturday night until the day of our wedding. Of course if she gives me the great honor of spreading the lips of her pussy and accepting my filthy male prick inside her it's understood that I'll marry her. Of course! And if I don't call her again there are tears and recriminations and scenes until I want to run away and enter a monastery and never look on another female again."
Helen was laughing across the table and at the same time looking at him with real interest and concern. Here was a boy with a brain, with sensitivity, with understanding, and he could be utterly destroyed by the wrong woman.
"I forgot to add 'wisdom' to the things you have that I need," he said. "With you I can say, 'Helen Carlisle, I'd like to fuck you. I'd like to shove my hard cock up your sweet pussy,' and you being what you are, and older and wiser than I am, can slap my face or tell me to go to hell or even give me a spanking ... or you can let me shove my hard cock up your sweet pussy. But anything you do will be clear and certain and I'll know exactly where I stand. And if I want to marry you I'll be the one who will have to beg and plead and do the chasing, just as I did with Priscilla. Do you blame me for feeling more comfortable with older women?"
"No, of course not," she said. She sipped her coffee and let him stroke her hand. "But do you know what I think?"
"No, but I'd love to," he said, smiling at her.
"I think you should resolve your feelings with Priscilla. In fact I think you should call her tonight and try to see her. Let's ask her over to the hotel."
"But ... " he began, protesting.
"Oh come on now, don't give me any of your crap. You've known all night that you were coming back to my room at the Dorchester and that you were going to spend the night with me and you'd better not be too tired to give me the fucking I need. But I'm curious about Priscilla, and I also want whatever happens between us to last longer than one night. That's why I think you should see her again and resolve whatever feelings you have toward her."
"Always the psychiatrist," he said, grinning.
"Always the psychiatrist," she laughed back.
"Can you see now why I prefer you to Miss Universe?"
"Yes," she said. "And it makes me happy. It's also very flattering because I have more wrinkles than Miss Universe."
"Bullshit," he said. "And don't give me any of your crap. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and no Miss Universe can hold a candle to you."
"Even Priscilla?" she said.
He didn't answer, not sure of the truth himself and unwilling to lie to her.
"And that's exactly why I want you to see her again before I get to used to having your stiff cock in my cunt," Helen said.
The waiter brought the bill and put in front of Nico with a low bow. Helen tried to grab it but Nico got it first.
It was a test of wills and they both knew it. Helen had to win or it would be ruined for both of them. Nico needed her dominance.
"Give me that check!" she said.
"No," Nico said, smiling.
"Nico, I have a plastic hairbrush in my valise and I'm perfectly capable of taking you out of this restaurant by the scruff of your neck and marching you back to the Dorchester and up to my room and taking your pants down and blistering your bare bottom like it's never been blistered before if you don't obey me instantly," she said in a no-nonsense, mean-business voice.
"You'd do that?" he said, still smiling, but not as sure of himself now and secretly thankful for her firmness.
"You don't have to ask that," she said, her eyes staring straight into his. "Now give me that check. At once, young man!, '
Meekly he handed over the check, aware that he had met a woman who would take no nonsense from him. He felt his knees begin to go weak and tremble in anticipation of the night he was going to spend in her bed and he looked up at her, smiling abjectly, silently asking her forgiveness for his impudent defiance.
"Now there will be no more nonsense like that, Nico, do you understand me?"
She gave him a meaningful look, indicating that she knew he was sorry and accepted his silent apology.
"Yes, Helen," he said contritely. "And ... and it only goes to prove how much I need a firm hand like yours."
"We'll see about that," she said. "Now why don't you go and telephone Priscilla?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said, pushing back his chair.