Chapter 7

Paris, June 1940

When we got to the capital, we found all our friends gone. This was a cruel blow. There we were without money in a friendless unknown town now occupied by the Germans. At first we put up at a hotel, which turned out to be too expensive.

At this point Jack entered with masterly flourish. He had found us a small three-roomed flat where he came to live with us.

Naturally, this intimate proximity enabled us to carry on our little sexual exercises in complete security.

My dear mother was away on her "errands" all day. This consisted of looking up all our aristocratic connections, as she naively still believed her title was an open sesame to social life and fortune in this foreign town.

They were all very polite but absolutely useless.

Needless to say, this suited the lovebirds perfectly. Jack was able to carry on my initiation to love without hindrance.

He gave me my first lesson in the art of complete nudity.

I went to his room, where he studied me longingly. Then, murmuring sweet nothings, as only he was able, he began to strip me, till I had nothing on but my shoes.

His hands, with a gentle almost feminine touch, worked up my naked legs. Like grasping tentacles his thrilling fingers glided on my ankle, slowly, tentatively up my legs, then caressingly down again.

As you can imagine, the effect on me was miles different from the girlish tickling at the convent. Just the feeling of his touch and I was entranced.

With maddeningly languorous gestures he massaged the velvet approaches to my inner temple till, rhythmically and insidiously, he was on my clitoris. Pursuing its deliberate purpose, his hand moved slowly over filmy material, gently caressing the soft flesh between my hot thighs. A few final dexterous strokes completed his masterpiece, sending me off on the crest of turbulent passion.

Jack, increasing his possession of me every day, improved my education so that we could share greater pleasure together.

Another of his pastimes was watching me walk across the flat with only my pajama top on. He had taken care to cut off all the buttons in order not to obscure the view, thus not restraining the freedom of my ever growing breasts.

He carefully scrutinized the hidden channel between my two lily-white protruding buttocks, making a thorough examination of my soft, dry pubic hairs.

Having filled his ocular senses to the fullest, he got hold of my tits through the convenient opening in my pajama, his nimble fingers again playing their loving rhapsody, his expert mouth greedily sucking their hardened tips, nibbling their rosy surface, gradually sliding to my belly, then further down, to my eagerly awaiting lips, already moist with burning desire. There he lingered long enough ... until I came.

Now it was my turn.

I threw away my only piece of clothing and stood revealed in complete nudity. I poured passionate kisses all over his hairy chest. He offered me his steaming sex, which, kneeling to its height, I gobbled greedily, turning his balls deftly in my hands as I had used to manipulate the beads of my rosary at the convent.

Closing my eyes, I tenderly pressed his penis into my lax mouth. Holding it firmly, like a spoiled child refusing to eat his dinner, I found my tongue lingering around its swollen head, licking it till it became longer and smoother. His red-hot poker seemed to burn right into me, then an endless spurt of sperm flowed into my mouth. Full of the taste of him, I had a volcanic eruption.

The most surprising thing was that it was I who had to beg to be fucked.

He did not say no, but in the normal way it would never have crossed his mind to do it.

After a particularly riotous bout, we lay together, relaxing.

"Darling."

"Yes ... "

"I don't know how to put it ... what I mean to say is, why don't you give it to me like the soldier in the shelter?"

Hesitating, he tried to change the subject.

"Aren't you satisfied with our way?"

"You know I am! Still I would really love you to take me fully."

"Well now, if that is your only worry, I shall be only too pleased to oblige."

No sooner said than done.

Jack produced the necessary item, my hand oscillated to good purpose, and a couple of minutes later his tool was ready.

He tilted me backwards on the bed, bringing back memories of my little friend Eliane. Kneeling over me, he spread my legs apart. He clamped his hands behind my waist and drew me towards him, his stiff prick imbedding itself in my juicy cunt, twitching and grabbing at the incoming monster. Shoveling in and out like an enormous piston into the well-oiled machinery of my greasy vagina, deeper and deeper it dug into the nether regions, opening the dam of his incoming hurricane and loosening the now irresistible pressure of my tidal flow.

For the first time in my life I had felt the complete satisfaction of a well-fucked woman.

The skillful manipulations of my cunning teacher were the fulfillment of the foretaste given me by my unschooled soldier.

During this latest experiment, I scarcely noticed a fact which later on became obvious: Jack got more satisfaction out of digital caresses than the normal sexual act of copulation. In other words, my depraved professor had no particular liking for the common coital possession.

He was nearly a unique specimen, and among all my other lovers, seldom have I met one with similar tastes.

All the same, despite this peculiar perversion, I adored Jack and during our moments of freedom responded eagerly to all his advances, lending my youthful body to all his vicious and abnormal desires.

I can only hope all the ladies reading this, especially the unsatisfied beginners, will have such a genius in the art of love to satiate unfulfilled cravings.

In this way they will get to know more about sexual intercourse than Dr. Kinsey himself.

Unhappily dropping this pleasant subject, I shall have to relate something a lot less pleasant.

One evening Jack came in later than usual and I immediately saw by the look on his face that something was up. I was right. After supper we went into the lounge.

"I want to have a serious talk with you both," he said, addressing my mother and I. "I am afraid I have bad news. I don't want to hide anything from you. I am in the secret service, and much as I would like to stay, my duty calls me away. Please don't make a scene, it can't be helped. I shall leave you all the money I've got as I don't need it now; you can pay me back after the war. I'll try to get back to see you both. For the moment, I think you will be safer in Paris."

The next day Jack and I had our last meeting.

After preliminary skirmishes to put us in the mood he took me. To my astonishment he lay me down, tenderly stroking my thighs which opened immediately, then slowly, almost religiously, without the usual complicated fondlings, inserted his rod and dug into me.

I came at once. A trifle later I felt the flood of his boiling sperm pouring into me, as he murmured tenderly:

"Darling ... darling ... "

Many times I had heard him say these words in the same circumstances but never with such affectionate devotion. As I listened to him I felt this was the end of our happiness and a last farewell.

On the same evening he left us. I never saw him again.