Chapter 1

THE FIRST BOY

Sir Peters was lying on the bed, naked and holding a glass of champagne, when I came in. He was not drunk. I have never seen him drunk. He was just another randy man, as far as I was concerned.

"Hey there-orgy girl. You are just in time. I got a hell of a hard-on!" I could see that!

"Take your clothes off, me dear. Arthur is being ill in the other room, and John is with Gloria. This damned wing-ding has been going on for three days now. Damned if people have the stamina they used to."

There was a lot of noise going on in the next room. I could hear a girl shouting, then the crash of glasses. It seemed that they were out to ruin and wreck the place. Giving a sigh, I joined Pe ters on his bed. He goggled at me, then grinned and rolled over to make room.

"Help yourself to a glass of bubbly, my dear. You're late starting, so we'd best make up time, eh." He suddenly got off the bed and raced around the room. "I'll get you a clean glass, here-with the courtesy of the management." But his aim was bad, so the champagne spilled and sprayed as he tried to fill the glass. "My Gawd, I am onto double vision. We were celebrating something or other, that's how it all started, dashed if I remember what it was."

At last Peters managed to fill the glass, put the bottle down, hand me the glass, and slowly get back onto the bed. He was still holding his glass as I sipped from mine. A few sips and I felt better. It is always a shock coming straight into things like this.

"I say, old girl, you have a wonderful back. Let's make love and drink bubbly at the same time, eh, what? Yes, put your legs over mine, slowly, easy. My, long-legged beastie you are! Lovely girl. Been thinking of you all night, yes, rather. There, easy over. And don't jog that glass, you wild thing. What a body, eh, what a lovely body!"

I had both my legs resting over his thighs, and Peters slid one hand down. He guided his thick cock up, and pressed. I was startled and came near upsetting my glass.

"Steady there, just a bit further, ease down. There, now, if I wriggle closer, you arch higher, ahh!" Peters was quivering with his lust.

I could feel his manly cock pressing until it found me. I had to hold the glass with both hands from the sensual shock as he entered my body. My legs were wider, loosely over his thighs as he lay on his side, at a right angle to me. Now he was slowly rocking backwards and forwards.

"Don't, Pete, I'll spill it; stay put. Please, stay put." I told him sharply. I wanted to drink at least two glasses before I could relax and enjoy the party. This sudden sex was too much, at nine o'clock in the morning. They had been at it all for three days. I had come in from a cold start, and the ideas were not that bright. I wanted to lie there, drink the champagne, and allow Peters to take his time.

"This is damned good. The old boy in soak, and in a nice girl called Diana, wonderful time, great party. Best orgy I've ever had. Wizard, really terrific." Peters' words began to slow down. He drained his glass, sighed, and the glass fell from his fingers. It was the one he had searched for, the one that suddenly put him over the top. I could feel his body sagging down.

"I have been thinking of you all night, Diana, all night," he mumbled. "All night, and on, and on all night."

His head rested back against a pillow. Then Peters' mouth opened and he snored. I was astonished. Lying there with my legs over him, with his hard-on cock nice and tight within me, and Peter is asleep! It made me smile. I was free to reach out for the bottle of champagne and help myself to another glass, and yet another. He was out to the world, but still with me, deep and strongly. Peters had the strength of a small bull. I charged him fifty guineas for a session, and he always had more than his money's worth.

Champagne is good for you. They give it to heart patients in hospitals. Four or five glasses are enough to make me free and afloat. I still sipped as I wriggled down and held onto Peters' cock well and truly. One thing with Peters, he was spending his fortune almost as fast as he had inherited it. So far his parties and orgies had been a good thing for the past four months. I wondered when he would run out of money. It would be a sad day. I was quite fond of him and his virile ways.

Yet, it was a hell of a way to make a living. Model, fashion-plate style, and an orgy girl on the side! Every little helps to pay the rent. The champagne made me feel nice and cozy. I could almost feel love for Peters, even if he was snoring while still in me. It was his way. If this is what gave him his good times, let him enjoy it. I would still have my check at the end of the morning session. So, no matter if he awoke now and we began to make really hot love, it would all work out the same in the end. Though of late I had begun wondering what the end would be. I certainly seemed to have come a long way since I was at school. I giggled into my glass of fresh champagne. A girl is like a bottle of cham pagne-once started, it must be used up fully for it never keeps.

But how had I got here? Resting over Peters, a fat little man, Sir Peters Walmington of Upper Chalfont. Such a nice, rich, and baroque title for such a short, plump man with boyish fads. I certainly had travelled a very long way since those school-girl times. It had been very exciting, and never dull. The more I thought about it, the happier I seemed to have been. Yet, what of tomorrow? I preferred not to think about it!

Champagne is good for you, it makes one relax, and forget. It is a nice way of getting drunk. There is no hang-over. Good champagne is a great float-off to cloud nine. I love it. Perhaps Peters had conditioned me to too expensive tastes.

But how had I got here? Resting on this snug body. Listening to the sleeping man as he snugly fitted in beneath me! I smiled and went back in my mind. It seemed ages and ages ago. But, it was a long time, all of seven years. Fancy, seven years is simply a life-time. I was shocked to think it was seven years since I was with Colin. I was just fifteen when Colin came into my life.

We had a house out in Buckinghamshire, not far from Pen Village and right out in the countryside really. Father was away a lot. He worked for an American firm of consulting engineers, and so flew from one part of the world to the next. Mother went with him, as the family grew up. I was the youngest, and my other sister, Trudy, was four years older than me. Trudy and I had little in common with each other. I think Trudy was jealous of my being younger and perhaps prettier. Anyway, Trudy was sports minded. I liked to watch Trudy ride and win all of those cups and ribbons. It was at the Hurst Point to Point that I met Colin. He was seventeen, two years older than me, and he was rather a shy young man. But Colin was very wise. I liked him at the very first meeting. I remember coming home and hoping he would phone.

Colin called me up the next day. I was so breathlessly excited I could hardly do more than stammer to him over the telephone. He wished to know if I might be interested in going to the Hunt Ball. The Hunt Ball! I was so thrilled I could think of nothing else but Colin for the rest of that week. It seemed to be that I had suddenly burst onto the adult world, so easily, so simply, and with a wonderful young man to take me about. I suppose like so many girls, the first great date is the really important one. I had an escort, and he was a wonderful escort. Tall and good looking, rich and capable. The fact that he was only two years older than I was, and in many ways I seemed to be more mature than Colin ever could be, did not enter my mind in the first great bubble of a dream.

At fifteen I had always considered myself very knowledgeable. Going to my particular school, I had learned all that there was to know about life, in sex matters anyway. We girls had some bright members of our class, real botany specialists, and they brought us all the latest books, including the details of the birth control pill. The Catholic girls in my year raised a lot of arguments about it. There is a lot to be said for a good English girls school to give one a wide knowledge on all there is to know. In a way we all believed we would eventually marry; that is we would meet 'Mr. Right' one day, and settle for being a comfortable and comforting wife. I had dismissed this idea from my mind many times, as I am more like my father. I love to travel, to see the world, to depart to some distant point and see everything there is to be seen. So I knew all about sexual matters. I felt that if the chance came I would accept sexual experience, from the right boy, of course. It sounds very cool, but in these matters I am a cool kind of a person. It could be Colin was going to meet these requirements, and that he would turn out to be Mr. Right. We would see. If he did make love to me, then I would make darned certain there would be no disastrous results. But, in fact, it never came about as I expected. Life does not let things happen the way one thinks they should, ever. Not for me, anyway.

So I awaited the Hunt Ball with a breathless excitement. I had a new gown, and permission from the school to stay out late. I had let it be known that I would go home to our house after the Ball, and stay at home the week-end, returning to the school on Monday. I did not mention to the Head Mistress that both my parents were away in New Guinea right this moment. The Hunt Ball was going to be as complete an occasion as I could manage.

The Ball itself was wonderful. I forget it all, except that I tasted champagne for the first time. There were chandeliers down the great hall. I was very awed. Colin's uncle was the Hunt Master, and Colin seemed to know everyone. We danced until the early hours, and I think we were about the last people to leave.

It was raining, and Colin had a small M.G. sports car, which he had explained to me was special. It was special, as it went wrong several times on the way home. In fact it got as far as the driveway to my home before it conked out completely. We dashed through the dark rain, and I had a key to let myself into the house. Colin was shivering with his coat collar turned up. We slipped in, and I led the way into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Diana, you got all muddy." Colin was drying his face with a towel as I made some hot chocolate for us.

"Why are you whispering?" I asked him. "There's no one else at home. My parents are in New Guinea, and Trudy is off to the Somerset Meet for the weekend. Our servants have all gone to London for a good time. How do you like yours?" I pointed to his cup.

"Not too sweet." Colin flushed and smiled. He was almost eighteen and was thinking of going to Sandhurst. He would make a good officer. I liked the way he stayed quiet.

"Here, some crackers with your chocolate?" I asked.

"No, thank you, Diana. Jolly daft, my car going wobbly like that. I thought I had the carburation dead right-suppose the dashed water got in and ruined it all. I can phone the garage at eight and get them out here to tow me away."

"Don't worry about it, Colin. I had a wonderful, really wonderful time." I kissed him on the cheek. Colin chuckled and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel a hard pressure against my derriere, and I knew what that was! Colin was sexually excited about me, and I was happy at the thought. Everything was very wonderful.

After we had drunk our chocolate, we stole upstairs hand in hand. I had decided to sleep in my parents bed, which was big, and I took Colin into the bedroom with me.

"It will be dawn in an hour or so," I whispered as he kissed me. "Do you want to stay?"

"Yes, but, here? Diana, I think, well, I don't want to be a rotter and take advantage of you."

"Oh, Colin, don't leave me. I would be so frightened to be alone here all by my little self." I pressed against him, and I could feel how hard he was. It was wonderful to have this effect on someone. I tried not to giggle as he protested.

But I turned all the lights out except one by the large bed with its red counterpane. I yawned and sighed. I felt it was a super world, for us. Resting against his shoulder, I was surprised to feel his hands come down inside my dress; as they touched my firm breasts, I was breathless from the closeness of him.

"Colin, sweet, let's get into the bed," I managed to whisper to him, for I felt almost drunk from a glow that was beginning to fire right through me. I had not expected desire. In fact, I was all set to tease him for hours and hours, and not allow him anything, unless he deserved it.

"I am taking advantage of you, Diana." Colin protested.

"Yes, oh, yes, please do!" I fled back, and removed my clothes without looking across at him. In my silk shift I was in the bed, and faced away from him and the light. I could hear Colin moving about. Then the light went off and he came into the great bed with me.

"Diana, dear," Colin whispered and his arm stole about me. I was panting with my heart simply hammering right at my throat. What was I doing! Why had I allowed this to happen! I was stiff with a kind of fright, and desire, and passion, and confusion. I was in bed with Colin. My hand went down as he turned my body round to be held by his arms, and my hand closed about a stiff cock that I had not expected to feel.

"Oh, oh, Colin, what is this? Tell me, dear, what is it?" I was really teasing him, trying to prevent him from realising just how swept off my feet he had made me.

"It is for this," Colin replied very coolly, and his hand came up under my shift and touched my love button, his fingers like brutal points that shocked me right to the very core of my innermost being. I could not help my legs shooting out, and Colin was panting as he dragged my shift off. In the darkness he was kissing my breasts. runnier his hands down my body. Now his strong fingers parted my love lips and one finger pusned into me so that I cried out in wet, hot alarm.

"Colin, no, no, Colin. I mustn't let you." I was all set to fight for my body. His finger was massaging to and fro. A sudden spasm of wet seemed to drag my whole body onto Colin's hand.

"A pillow, we need a pillow, darling." Colin huskily told me. He dragged a pillow over and held my waist up, so he could ram first one pillow, then a second one beneath me. I felt my thighs simply open right up for him. I was panting, protesting, my legs writhing about the bed.

"I love you, Diana!" Colin came right over me. He kissed my breasts, then my neck, then about my ears. I could feel his body right between my legs. The first man ever to be loving me like this, and it was an intensely new, and yet a strangely known, position to be in for me. I raised my legs, and I suddenly felt his fingers at my moist slit again. But this time they were steering his cock, and bringing it up and against me. Colin must have loved other women, for he knew what he was doing. He placed his cock against me. Then he slowly pressed until I felt it was impossible to accept such a huge, hot, and strong piece of flesh into the delicate opening between my loins. But Colin knew better. He slid one arm about my waist. His other hand came around beneath me. Then he brought my thighs to him. He lifted me right against him, and that cock came into me so suddenly I gave a short scream!

Colin ignored my screams. He pushed me right over so that my thighs were up to him, and my body over and down on the bed. My legs were jerking in the dark, warm air. Colin had his cock right into me, jamming down harder and harder into my slit. He rotated his thighs about and about in a circular motion. This made his steel-like cock swirl about like a rod right inside me. I could feel everything dissolving, getting whitehot, bursts of cries came from me. But my breath had gone. In three great sobs I was into an ecstasy of wet releases I had never heard about ever before.

"Oh, Colin!" I cried out. "Oh, Colin-aah Colin!" Colin was now stroking his cock into and out of me in an ever increasing swiftness. His loving had changed, and he pulled me to him to kiss me wildly, suck at my breasts, run his tongue around the inside of my mouth. I responded instantly to everything he did. His steel hard body was taking mine and giving me an agony and a joy all mixed up. The girls at school had never whispered to me that it would be like this! I gasped and shuddered as I came to another orgasm that simply left me limp. Colin's cock was going so fast I was sobbing aloud to the rhythms of that pulsating piece of male flesh that was so great and so joyous for me. I gurgled and clung to him. Colin hissed for breath. His body now jerked tightly against mine, once, twice, then a slower third time and we were stroking into a perfect moment. Our bodies joined as one, and I could feel his hot come filling all of me as Colin's passion spurted into the depths of my hungry body.

I was so full of Colin I seemed unable to be myself. I was just part of his wonderful body. I wanted him to go on and on, but even as I sighed and sobbed, we suddenly seemed to slide down and down, into a perfect sleep.

When I awoke, Coline had his cock hard and in me. He was moving it gently about, and all those delicious thrills I had never before encountered came to make me wriggle, plead, pant and bite at him. I knew I was as sore as hell, all up my slit, but I was also marveling at how Colin came to have such a wonderful cock and how he was so easily able to half drive me out of my mind with the pleasure of it.

"This is fucking." Colin chuckled as he told me.

"Yes, yes, yes it is-aaah!" I groaned as I surged with him.

"You were made for fucking, Diana!"

"Aaah, aaah! Oh, dear, darling, I know, aaah!" I cried out.

"You have a terribly tight cunt. I almost couldn't get into you the first time. I'm working to make it bigger and deeper, and a lovely cunt you will have now!" Colin was spinning his cock around and around. "Say 'Fuck me, please Colin'. Go on, say it, 'Fuck me please!' "

"Aaah, oh, oh, oooh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck me!" I gasped out as his cock fucked into my hot cunt and I was swimming again, sore and sobbing, and yet unable to stop.

"I am hurting, Colin!" I managed to tell him at last.

"Hurting? Oh, you're sore. I should have used some jelly, but you are wet enough. I never use anything. I like to let my hot come go right into a delicious little cunt like yours!"

"Oh, Colin! Oh, if I have a baby!" I wrapped my legs tightly about him to keep with the to and fro surging of his thighs, and so that his cock could get right into the very heart of my being. "Oh, Colin, fuck me; please fuck me."

Colin laughed. "I am, Diana, I am! If you get pregnant, you'll have to tell them it was someone else."

"I'm sore! Oh, but I'm sore." I sobbed, uselessly trying to fend him away. "I love you-I love you so much."

"'Sore but satisfied', say it-go on, say 'sore but satisfied'."

"I'm sore but satisfied, yes, aaaah!" I felt a last jolt of his cock as it spurted out yet a fourth time into me. It was so marvelous, I felt like lying back and sobbing for the joy of our young flesh. This was the true and only way to make love. We curled up and went to sleep again.

I will say one thing for Colin; at seventeen, he was remarkably well developed for his age. I do not know if all young lads of seventeen have a perpetual hard-on, but Colin certainly seemed to have. He only had to rest his cock against me, and it was a rigid rod. And he could leave it in my body, and it would never go soft, not even after he had come. It would slip down and relax slightly, but it was still big and hard.

"I love fucking. I have been fucking since I was thirteen," Colin told me as he was soaking his cock right in my wet cunt. We were both in a golden sweat of exhaustion, and learning something about each other now.

I nodded in silence. I was too dazed and exhausted to speak to him, but my hands came down and caressed his large scrotum, making him sigh! The sigh shivered up his cock and made my body quiver right to my very neck. His cock was so long and tight within me. Each time Colin made the slightest move, my body seemed to be swirled about and ripped right open. I know now, of course, that he was an exceptional young lover. For a time, while with Colin, I thought all men had hard-on cocks all the time, just the way he did. It does sound frightfully silly. But I was only fifteen, and had just lost my virginity, so naturally I thought all men would be as fantastically good, sexually, as Colin was. It was a great surprise to find out how quickly most men got soft cocks. In fact, some of them can only just get one full hard-on, and, after blowing off, they need several days and a lot of hand nursing before they can get back into loving shape again. It shows you how silly a fifteen year old girl is, that she should consider all men to have such good cocks as Colin!

"We had a young girl, her mother helped in the kitchen," Colin told me that night. "One afternoon, I was reading in my bed and Flo, this girl, comes in and starts that business, 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours.' Anyway, I got her onto the bed and got my prick out, which was hard, and let her touch it, and the moment she took her panties down, I rammed my prick right into her. Flo went all white and fell back on the bed, but I was in such a hurry to come, I never noticed that. I was right in her, and doing it nicely, as I had read in so many books. Flo gave a grunt, and then another. Then she kind of tried to push me away, but was also holding me to her. She was panting like a bitch in heat, and she had her eyes closed. I guess I shot into her in a minute flat, and I am sure she came too. After that, we would be as quick as rabbits. We did it many times in different parts of the house. Funny girl, she never spoke about it, and would suddenly flop over and her legs would kick apart and I had to leap in there-just like rabbits, we were. This went on for a year. After Flo left, I found I was desperate for cunt. Even at fourteen, when a boy has been having it regularly a couple of times a week, sometimes even a couple of times a day when Flo was hot, suddenly not to have it is hellish hard. I walked about with my cock like a drum-stick, simply aching."

"It hurt badly?" I asked him with a giggle.

"Yes, having a hard-on all the time does hurt! You girls have no idea of how lust can hammer a chappie!"

"What did you do, sweet Colin?" I stirred my hips, feeling his tight cock warm and at home. I was pleased to think of all the hard-on pain I was saving my dear Colin from. Now I understood why men so desperately wanted girls. They had to have thorn! That was a nice thought, cuntpower was something. I would remember this!

"I was pretty desperate, I can tell you!" Colin went on telling me. "I was playing all sorts of games, and working hard, but my cock ached like a fiend of a thing. I even thought of going to the doctor and asking him about it. Then I had some luck. I was studying French, and I am terrible at foreign languages. My parents arranged for a tutor, a French girl, to help me. Michelle was a nice girl, and I was very embarrassed as she seemed so old, at least twenty five. Anyway, she asked me several times why I was not concentrating. As if I could concentrate with those wonderful legs and her body so close to me. I think she was engaged to some chap in Paris. Anyway, I blushed and stammered, and said I would have to give the lesson up, as I was too upset by the fact that-well, that she was such a sexy girl! That made Michelle laugh, and she said that surely a boy of my age is not worried about things like that. I said to her that I was serious, as I was in considerable pain, and the very perfume of her was enough to make me forget every word I knew-"let alone learn any new words. Michelle held me and looked at me, and then she saw the great bulge I could not hide in my grey flannel trousers, and she blushed. She explained that the lesson money was very important to her, as it was helping to buy a car she had wanted for a long time, and that I really must try to forget these things of man and woman and learn some French, or else the lessons would end. I said I was terrible sorry, and that I just could not help it.

"We had been standing close to each other, with Michelle sitting down to explain about the car payments to me. She had her legs open and I was drawn close to her. Suddenly I buried my face against her neck and muttered how terribly sorry I was. Then I unzipped my trousers and all at once I felt her fingers holding my cock. She gave a sigh and moved me to her, exclaimed how big I was, and it was astonishing that I should be so well equipped. Michelle was running her fingers along my cock, and I knew she was trying to stroke me off. But I pushed harder and harder against her, and her legs simply opened wider and wider. I could feel her breathing beginning to get fast, and I knew she was pretty excited about the whole thing. Suddenly Michelle pushed me away. She said it was stupid, and that I was not to do this. She stood up, and as she did so, I prodded and almost entered her. Michelle held me and seemed to quiver a hell of a lot. I laugh now when I think about it! Michelle was as hot as anyone, really.

"Anyway, she told me to put 'that thing' away. She went off to the bathroom, and when she came back she sat down with the French vocabulary book. I joined her. I was still aching, and I could feel, well, that Michelle was all kind of excited. I ran my hand up under her skirt, and she had nothing on now. In a twinkling I had my prick out and I was between her legs and feeling her small slit. I even went down and kissed it, and Michelle fell right back, the book in one hand and her legs kicking as I was kissing her mons in thanks. Then I rammed my great prick right into her, and she gave a scream. She told me later she had never had anything that huge in her. I guess I fucked her five times during that first three hour French lesson. I left all floppy-she was so weak she could hardly even get up. It was like that most of the lessons. And when she could not fuck, we learned French; she would kiss my cock and do it that way. Michelle told me that I was a great lover, and that I must not exhaust myself too young, as what I had would give a lot of pleasure to a great number of women. Strangely enough, with her I learned French very quickly, once we got fucking steadily. In fact, we used to talk nothing but French while I was driving my cock into her and making her babble those French words out ten to the dozen. It's the best way of learning a language. We had all the lessons in bed after that second session. You put sex and learning together, and you'd be surprised how one learns! Of course Michelle taught me a lot of things. How to make a woman really explode, orgasm completely. I think she rather was hoping to find someone to explore all the lines of sex with. I even buggered her one night, and she fought like hell against that. Diana, you know, you have a nice bottom, a lovely bottom." Colin's hand suddenly started caressing my rear in such a way that I knew what he meant.

"Oh, Colin, not now-later, when I am used to loving," I protested to him.

"I think a woman's bottom is the most beautiful thing. In fact just the sight of yours made me so excited, I had to have you. I could think of nothing else since we met at the Point to Point those weeks ago. I say, Diana, darling, do you think I am a sex maniac, or something?"

I stared at Colin. "No, no! I should say you are very loving, and that you seem to have a great deal of talent for it." I squeezed between my thighs as I spoke, making his cock feel that pressure of my hot cunt about it.

"Oh, oh, Diana! You naughty girl, you should not have done that." Colin simply could not help himself. He was stroking in and out in a furious session.

"Ohh! Colin!" was all I could shriek, as I clung to him yet once again. For Colin had such a wonderful cock. It drove the senses right out of my head. I never realized that a cock was such a wonderful instrument of pleasure. At fifteen I had most assuredly discovered a source of life's best thrills. I was in love with Colin, happily, completely, and fully yielding to him. I just could not have enough of him, and his great cock. I gave a cry as we wrestled closer and closer to each other. For I could feel the throbbing passion of his manhood simply exploding like a blasting cannon, opening me up to the raw fuel of life itself. I gave a great, breathless, sobbing cry, and shuddered to him as if we could never separate our flesh ever again!

I learned a great deal from Colin. He was very self-centered in a typically mannish way. If we went to a restaurant and the waiter placed a larger plate before me, Colin would go red with rage and swap the plate around as soon as the waiter had gone. He could not bear to see someone have more than him. At first it amused me, but later I found it all very irritating. If it was not that he was my first lover, and that he was such a great lover, I would have hated him long before I did. As it was, I was fifteen and so struck by his skill with his cock there was nothing I would not allow him to have, or to do to me.

I learned early that he liked to have his way, especially in sexual matters. That first weekend, alone in my home, with my parents away and the house all to ourselves, Colin was always making love to me. After we got up the next day, and while I was in the drawing room in my dressing gown, Colin suddenly came up behind me. I shuddered from the shock as I felt, impossible though it might seem, that his cock was hard again.

"Colin, Colin, we must have something to eat," I muttered as he put his hands up beneath my armpits and held my breasts. "Darling, we must have something to eat."

But he was pushing me over the sofa, away from him, and my dressing gown came up, so my bare bottom was facing right to his waist. I was trying to protest, but I was just powerless against him. His hands were all over my derriere's skin. He was kissing, and pushing with his tongue, and suddenly his tongue drove right against my bottom with a prod that showed what he meant.

"No, oh, no, Colin, not that!" I tried to protest, but I was right over the sofa back now, my head down and my legs up in the air and right out. I did not like it. I was trying to crawl right over and get away from Colin. Then his hands gripped my legs and pulled my body horizontally to him. I was quivering as I felt his great, stiff cock in my crotch yet once again, and I wriggled, trying to let him enter my slit and sink into me the natural way.

"Oh, no, you little bitch. I'm going to cornhole you right here and now. Might as well relax, just relax, Diana of the beautiful arse. Oh, what a beautiful little arse you have." Colin released one of my legs, and I felt him putting something about my hole, something greasy. And then his cock was pressing, and pressing, and pressing yet again. "Steady now; if you will just relax, it's fine and different. You got to be broken in to it all, Diana, you little whore, you cow, you bitch you!" He slapped my buttocks several times to each word he shouted at me. Both of his hands gripped my legs, jerking me massively back, wide apart, open to him, while his cock was like a stiff lance that rammed and rammed.

"Please, Colin, no. Please, oh, Colin."

"Relax! Let it go in."

"No, Colin. In my cunt, yes; there, no! Oh, Oh, Oh!"

"Lovely little arse, lovely arse, so smooth and round and perfect for this rod of mine. I shall give a push; just you relax and take it all the way in."

Colin had spread my legs so wide, my knees were on the top of the sofa back. But he held my ankles in, somehow, and then one of his hands suddenly changed position. It came to press down right on the bottom of my spine. My derriere opened right out and came open wide to meet his cock. I could not help myself from this move. His cock just rammed into me, opening my bottom wider and suddenly sliding right into me as if up the back of my spine.

"God! Colin-oh, oh, Colin!" I screamed as he screwed my body over and down and plunged with all of his brute force. I orgasmed and shuddered, all in the few harsh strokes of his great cock. I was unable to do anything. I thought my heart would fall out of my mouth, out onto the floral pattern of the sofa covers. Yet, it was a sexual thrill. It was shocking, and brutal, and hurt, but it was a thrill that I knew I had to experience some time or other.

Later, we were over the kitchen table when he took me that way again, and this time I did relax. I cannot say it pleasured me as much as straight-forward loving always did and always will, but it was an experience I had never heard about, ever before. So, I was learning all there was to learn, and truly at the hands of an expert.

A girl with a boy is in a curious position. Not just the sexual positions for fucking or being buggered, but emotionally there is a great battle going on within her. In many ways I hated Colin, and I hated the way he used and abused my body, crudely, wantonly, in every possible way he could think of. Yet, he still had some shocks for me which he was holding in reserve. Anyway, I remained in awe and admiration of his skills. I was sore now, both back and front. The whole week-end had developed into a sexual orgy that I had never, never dreamed possible. All the same, after a long warm bath, I felt better. Colin was staying the final night with me, and I was too raw to let him do anything more to me, so I thought.

Colin was lying on the bed, his cock up in the air as usual when I came in. He had been watching the television and was idly flicking his cock with his finger, making it sway and spring back at attention each time.

"Hello, Diana, mistress of mine. Come here," he ordered.

"Colin, I'm too sore," I protested, and wandered slowly past him.

"I just want to show you something new." Colin smiled.

"New?" I laughed, giggled more than laughed. "Is there anything more new?"

"You little ex-virgin, come and have a French lesson." He gripped my wrist and pulled me over him. We kissed and his hands came up to caress my body and slit, making me writhe.

"Kiss it. Go on, Michelle loved to kiss it." Colin told me.

"Kiss it?" I stared at him. "You mean-your cock?"

"Yes, get the idea? Michelle says it is wonderful. Go on, kiss it nice and gently; and don't bite, or you'll do me damage."

"I can't, Colin, really, I can't!" I insisted.

"Of course you can, you silly girl." Colin pushed my head down. I licked my lips as his red helmeted cock was right before my mouth. His hand pressed my head down until his cock touched my lips. It was strange, but all at once I accepted it. I slowly licked, then sucked and the lolly-pop was in my mouth, warm and moist, and I had to close my eyes. I seemed to be almost in a faint, for it was unbelievable that I was actually sucking Colin's great cock!

"Use your tongue-the tip of your tongue, on the top, press with your tongue. Oh, oh, you young bitch, use your tongue and swallow swallow, your tongue on the tip." Colin shouted at me as his body was writhing again in a sexual heat.

Suddenly, with a ripping noise, he tore open my nightgown and plunged his face into my fanny. His tongue was probing, but so softly and right on the tender button that I had thought too sore a few moments ago. I was unable to do anything but gasp, and his cock sank right into my mouth as my jaws opened. We were in an extraordinary position. This was the first time I had ever heard of soixante-neuf, and here I was being eaten, and sucking like an expert. I closed my eyes as the whole of my being seemed to be rotating on a red-hot spit that was boiling sexual passion right through my body-cunt to mouth and back again. I could feel myself flooding. Colin came with a gush that tore down into my throat and made me sit up with a fit of coughing. My fanny slit was smeared all over his face, and I came in the shock of the moment.

"Oh, you silly bitch. I've got to wash my face." Colin sat up, and hobbled off to the bathroom. I fell over, flat on my back, my legs wide open. Colin seemed back in a moment and without a word he pulled my body up, slid his still stiff cock into my vagina and was making me cry with joy and soreness all over again.

I knew everything. I was beaten and raped, and buggered and completed. But I was a woman. I was sobbing for the joy of it. Now I really knew what it was all about. In time I would become good and proficient. In time I would be able to please a man, and please myself properly at the same time. In a way, I am still grateful to Colin for that wild weekend. He certainly educated me out of the niggering and whispering class. I knew how to fuck, how to suck, and how to take it many ways. It was a condensed course in sexual enlightenment, but it was very, very thorough. I found out later Colin specialized in training up girls, often virginal when he first got his hands on them. His huge cock was enough to shock any virgin. And after a taste of that large piece of manhood, a girl was ready for the rest of the world!

Colin had been my first boy, and he had put me along the right road to becoming an orgy girl. I still recall every detail of our loving sessions, for I was so anxious to learn, and not to make too many mistakes. I felt it all with such an intensity. It is laughable now to realize what a priceless gift I simply threw at Colin's feet. But then, so did many another girl. Colin was a man no girl could stand against for long. He was too expert, too smooth. And he did have such a wonderful way with his cock. I think of Colin and that cock of his when I am with some older man who is unable to really excite me. At least I do have the full knowledge of what fucking should be, when done by a young and virile expert. The older men are nicer, gender, and always so lavish with their money. But they can never thrill a girl as her first lusty young stallion did. That is where Colin has won. He trained up so many girls. He accepted the tight work of their virginity, and trained them up to accept his huge cock, knowing they would remember it all for the rest of their lives. I was not Colin's first girl. But I was his for months and months; I could do nothing against him.

Colin liked to make love in the fields, in the summer time. We would drive out to some lonely place, and, lying down on the blanket or the raincoat he brought with him, I would slowly work my legs up and lock about him. Mainly I could stare up at the vast warm night and the far stars. There were moments when Colin was really loving me well, when I seemed to explode into some sexual world that elevated me right up, between and among those stars. Loving in the open was something I have always liked after that. It is not as warm, nor as comfortable as being in a bed with a man, but Colin could simply make the whole earth shake and stir for me in our times of complete ecstasy.

I pulled my head back and stared at Sir Peters. His cock was going soft. I could not make out if he had come, or was just simply going off to sleep.

"Here, Peters, here-wake up." I rotated my hips to feel his hard-on slowly returning to fuller strength. "Come on, finish, come on, hurry it up. I want to finish, you've got me good and hot now."

"Oh, I say, have I. Damned good. Let's get to the old beauty stroke now, shall we, what?" Peters chuckled and began humping on and on, slowly, like an old bull.

I needed another glass of champagne to help me enjoy this. It all got heavy and coarse, otherwise. I was an orgy-girl, and I had class. I needed the champagne to appreciate the loving efforts of this old goat trying to get his sexual orgasm to an end. Men can be brutes, I lay back and thought. There was a very brutal time, once in my life. I think it almost completely turned me off sex for ever.

I closed my eyes as I thought of it. The brute in the stables had been a nightmare of a time for me. I should have told the police and let them put him away for rape. But, there was always that nagging fear that the police might not believe me. I knew it was silly to think like that. But they might have felt I asked to be raped. Anyway, it was that event which had turned me off marriage. I never wanted to be tied up to any brute of a man permanently, not after that event. I would always be frightened that one day he might turn around and be nothing more than a filthy, sexually berserk animal. The memory of it made me shudder. I clung to the slowly gyrating shoulders of Sir Peters. Better an old steady, paying lover, than one like Thomas.

It was all of five years ago, when it happened. But within my mind, it was as clear as if it had occurred but yesterday.