Chapter 2
In the ensuing days, my love and my passion for Eclair grew, rather than diminished. I insisted that she move into my bedroom for the duration of my family's absence. It was foolish for us to sneak a screw in either room and then for one of us to traipse back to his or her own bedroom.
After a week had gone by and I felt my strength ebbing, I decided to do something about it.
"Look," I said, "my family will be gone for at least another month. I can't go on with these nightly and evening sessions of ours and still maintain the strength and vitality needed for my job. I propose a small vacation for just the two of us."
She was delighted with the prospect, and I took a week away from my job and arranged for the swift voyage by train to Southampton. There, on the balmy beaches, we soaked in the sun and in the ocean and relaxed in the comfortable rooms of one of the town's finest inns.
Since we had registered as father and daughter and I had spread the rumor that the child's mother-my wife-had only recently passed away, we found it necessary to occupy two separate rooms at the inn. This was good. If we had been in the same room, not only would we have created nasty rumors in the lodge, but I would not have achieved my original purpose for the vacation. Back in my apartment when we were sleeping together, Eclair hed the delightful but exhausting habit of waking me in the middle of the night by taking my soft penis into her mouth and bringing it to total erection. In such a state, it was only natural that we should toss off a good screw to bring the naughty monster down again.
The vacation proved to be my salvation. I regained my strength, and although we made love every night at the inn, I returned to the apartment in Battersea much rested and much stronger than I had been when we had left it.
When we were back in the apartment, however, and I knew that I would have to return to work, I set down the ground rules. Eclair was to sleep in her own room, and we would indulge ourselves only every other night-and then only once. No more middle-of-the-night affairs. They were killing me.
This worked quite well for the duration of Althea's and Nancy's visit to Chesterton Manor. When they returned, it was only natural that Althea would want to indulge in a great reunion party in our bedroom. Surprisingly, I rose magnificently to the occasion and screwed my wife as vigorously and with as much pleasure as I had on our wedding night. She was quite pleasantly surprised, and I am certain that my performance erased what little suspicion she might have had about the conduct of myself and the maid during her absence.
Unfortunately, I grew tired of Eclair after a few months, and, even though she was still quite young, I found that my libido had other avenues of desire. My great penchant for young flesh was diverted temporarily into another desire-and that was for strange young flesh. When the magic died, I began to cast about for someone else, although I still kept up the relationship with Eclair and we managed to get together at least once a week.
I had noticed that a number of school girls crossed Battersea Park every afternoon at the same time Nancy returned home. In my not-so-casual studies of these young things, I had singled out a particularly beautiful young child who could not have been much more than ,twelve, counting from her uniform, nor her looks. She was in a form lower than Nancy's, and so I presumed that she was from two to three years younger.
In early October, after school had begun once again, a distant cousin died in the northern part of the country and Althea insisted that we all go to the funeral. It was a long trip, and I did not want to make it. I begged off, citing a tremendous press of business, and Althea went off with Nancy and Eclair. They had decided to stay a bit longer, and the trip would easily keep them away for a fortnight. I was convinced that Althea took Eclair because she had begun to suspect-or fear-that something was amiss in my relationship with the child. No matter.
On the Monday afternoon after my family had gone, I went to the park a half hour before school was to let out, and unfolding my newspaper on a park bench near the main path where my dark-haired beauty always passed, I waited. I had thought about a soft approach, one that might possibly lead to winning the girl over a period of time. But I knew that there was not time for that. My appetite for young girls, strange young girls, was boundless, and as far as I was concerned, any arrangements had to be consummated within the week. There was no time for coy games. I would approach the girl openly and frankly. If she were not so inclined, I would merely shift my attentions elsewhere and continue approaching young girls until I found one amenable to my desires and plans.
I saw the dark-haired girl coming along the path. As always, she walked alone and away from the rest of the school pack. I waited impatiently for her. She wore a gym slip, white stockings, and black shoes-every inch a schoolgirl. I felt certain she would be wearing the light blue panties that generally were worn with gym slips of dark blue. As she approached, I lowered the paper and deliberately smiled at her.
"I say," I said, as she returned the smile and continued on her way. "I know you're in a hurry, my child, but would you mind if I had a word with you?"
I was literally shocked at her response. She stopped and turned to look at me with her books pressed against her full breasts. She smiled what I could only interpret as a wicked smile and said, "I'm in no hurry. What is it you would like to speak to me about?"
My initial plan had been to offer to buy the girl an ice cream at a nearby chemist's, but her response had given me cause to be bold. I got up from the bench and folded the paper under my arm.
"Walk along with me," I said. "It won't do to stand here and talk."
"All right."
She swung her skirts as she walked, and every few feet, her small, dark, impish face looked up at me and smiled. When we reached a narrow and quiet path, I spoke without looking at her.
"I've been noticing you for some time," I said. "I live nearby, and I see you coming across the park almost every day. I think you are one of the most beautiful young ladies I have ever seen."
"Thank you," she said. "Where do you live?"
I pointed to the imposing apartment building. "Just over there," I said.
"I thought only rich people lived there," she said. "Are you rich?"
I laughed. "I get on," I said. "Would you like to come with me and see my flat?"
She stopped, and I stopped with her. I looked both ways to make certain no one was near.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I thought you might like to see how us 'rich' people live. And for other reasons."
"What about your family? Won't they object?"
"My family is away," I said. "Is that your only objection?"
She shrugged. "I suppose so," she said. "I know what you want, and I want it too. I've been with men before, and quite frankly, I like old men."
Old. I knew that I was many years her senior at forty-one, but I had never really thought of myself as old in the strong sense of the word. Although I wasn't exactly flattered, I was thrilled at the possibility of making such an easy-and quite lucky conquest of this sweet and beautiful youngster.
As we walked along the path toward my apartment building, I questioned the girl in an amiable fashion.
"It isn't any of my business," I said, "but I am curious about your statement that you have been with other men-older men-before. Do you mean that you've actually had relations with them?"
"No," she said, "but they have always wanted me to."
"I see. Then what did you do when you were with these older men?"
"I let them play with me. And I played with them. I like both ways."
She was almost flippant, almost cheeky, in her pride of accomplishment. I couldn't believe that I had so blindly stumbled onto such a lucky find. I would have to work on the "playing" bit, though.
When we got to the apartment, I opened the door with a trembling hand and led the sweet young girl into the dark parlor. I opened window shades as the girl went around the room with a blithe spirit, looking at paintings, inspecting furniture, gushing volubly over the Gramophone. I wasted no time leading her to the master bedroom.
"I don't want to keep you here too long," I said, my voice quavering from anticipation and nervousness. "I don't want your family to begin to worry about why you haven't come home from school."
She snorted.
"Don't worry about then," she said. "There're probably down at the pub higher than kites by mow. I usually get my own supper and spend my evenings alone anyway. This is a real lark for me."
"Would you like something to drink? I think there is some soda in the icebox."
"Not yet," she said. "Let's play with each other first, and then I'd love to have some."
It was uncanny. I was certain that at any moment, I would awaken from the dream and it would be time to go to the office. But the girl leaped onto the bed and, without fanfare or pomp, lifted her skirts to reveal the fight blue panties.
I immediately started to erect and climbed on the bed beside her.
"Do you mind if I kiss you first?" I asked. "You know, just to get us both into the proper mood?"
"I would like that."
I kissed her and pressed her full bosom to my chest, feeling my tool rise to full erection. I pressed the hard animal into her stomach, and she started to back away.
"Don't worry," I said. "It's just to get us both excited. I intend to play the game by your rules."
But I backed away and contented myself with kissing her and feeling her hard breasts against me. Finally, she responded to the kiss by pressing her body back against me, in spite of the knobby bulge against her stomach. Her tongue flashed quickly into my mouth. I put my hands over her bosom and singled out one heaving breast, tingling to the feel of it under her gym slip. Then I moved my hand down to her legs. As I went on kissing her, I gradually moved my hand up under the slip until it came to the smooth silk of her panties.
I fondled her thighs and ran my hand over the panties, occasionally inserting a finger under the elastic to probe at the soft fuzz on her mount.
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Once, my finger touched the crease of her pussy, and she leaped about on the bed.
I could stand it no longer, and so I got to my knees and put both hands under her slip. I tugged the panties down over her hips and thighs and then removed them from her legs altogether.
I knelt between her spread legs and feasted my eyes on the quivering youth flesh beneath me. My God, I thought, this child was so young, so virginal, so absolutely ravishing. I put my hand to her young mount and looked at her face. Her dark eyes were studying me cryptically, and I wondered what in the world could possibly be going through her mind.
My middle finger slid into the narrow cleft of her twat, and I began to rub it up and down in the wetness there. I found her clitoris and rubbed it gently with the very end of my finger. She began to jerk and leap about on the bed, and in the excitement, I forgot about my promise not to try to screw her. I unbuttoned my flies and whipped my throbbing monster into the open. She immediately closed her legs. "No," she said. "No, you can't do it to me." I didn't press the issue, but I was determined to have this little minx before the afternoon was over. Leaving my pecker to swing beneath me in the open air, I bent to the girl's genitals and pressed my lips over her entire mount, fuzzy hair and all. She jerked and nearly knocked my front teeth out with her mount. I lay between her legs and, spreading her thighs again, flashed my tongue into the narrow slit. She cried out in pleasure. "Oh, keep it up, don't stop, do it harder." I warmed to the task and was soon lashing my tongue up and down the wet, narrow slit, pressing it hard against her small clitoris, lapping the small lips with pleasure, sucking the wet, slippery flesh between my lips.
She wriggled and writhed under me as I kept up the relentless sucking of her twat.
When I was certain that she was about to climax, I withdrew and plunged my mouth over hers. She pulled away from the desperate kiss and literally shouted at me.
"Don't stop," she cried. "Go back and suck some more. My God, I'm almost coming. Suck me!"
"I have a good idea," I said. "Let's take off our clothing and I can really make you come."
"Anything," she screamed. "Just hurry."
I removed all her clothing and knelt on the bed between her lovely dark thighs and stared at her reclining body. My dork was still protruding from my trousers, and she looked at it and rolled her hot body from side to side on the bed.
"Hurry," she said. "I was almost there, and you stopped. Oh, please, get back to it!"
I ripped off my clothing as quickly as possible and climbed back onto the bed with her. I rolled between her legs and prodded at her genitals with my ready and rampant stanchion.
"No," she cried angrily. "I said no and I meant it."
I dropped my face to her breasts and began kissing them roughly. She writhed under me and raised her mount until it touched my side. I cupped one hand over it, and inserting my finger into the wet, oozing channel, I kept kissing her breasts, biting her nipples, trying to excite her to the point where she would no longer care whether I fucked, sucked, humped, jumped, or crawled.
But the girl had more sense than I had given her credit for, and in one swift motion that left me breathless, she had reversed herself in the bed. Her mount was directly under my face, and as I stared at the narrow cleft once more, I felt her take my erect animal into her mouth.
She frigged the stem of my dork and played roughly with my balls as she sucked and licked and worked my tool back and forth in her mouth. A spasm of passion ripped through my body and my head fairly leaped forward until my lips were once again planted on the wet lips of her sex. My tongue flashed into the cavern, and her mouth closed even more tightly on my throbbing cock.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that I did not even know the child's name. It didn't matter really, except that I would want to have her back to the apartment again, and unless I knew her name, it would be easy for her to avoid me ii she were so inclined.
We worked on each other with a fury that left me spent and useless within a very few minutes. I came uproariously into her small mouth, but she was equal to the task. She lapped up every drop of my spendings and, at the same time, jerked violently into her own climax.
When it was over, she came back to me again and we lay in each other's arms for a long time. Later, we dressed and went into the kitchen, where she insisted on drinking her soda. I mixed a bourbon and water and sat at the table with her.
"You're a very strange young lady," I said. "I can't understand why you would do such a wild and crazy thing with an older man and not want to be-to be screwed."
"Because I don't," she said.
"There must be a reason," I said. "Did it happen to you once and you didn't like it?"
"No," she said, taking a child-like swig on the pop. "I'm a virgin, and I don't want to be a non-virgin for a while. Not just yet, anyway."
"Are you saving it for marriage?"
She shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I have no plans for getting married. It's just that I want to hold on to that one thing for as long as I can. You understand, don't you?"
"Yes." All too painfully, I understood. My genitals were still throbbing from the frustration of being so close to sweet, young virginal flesh and not scoring. The girl had done an expert job in bringing me to climax, but a mouth was a mouth was a mouth, I always said. I wanted the real thing gripping and squeezing and pulling at my penis.
When she finished her soda and I had walked her to the door, she actually thanked me for bringing her to my flat. I informed her that the pleasure was all mine and asked if she would like to come back again-say, the following afternoon after school. She agreed with delight, and we made it a definite date. I would not even have to wait in the park for her.
As she prepared to leave, she turned for one last word. "You've been very nice and sweet. Some of my men friends get angry when I insist that they not put it inside me. But you have been a real brick about it. I like you."
"Thank you," I said. "A promise is a promise."
I felt like a fool. If I could have broken the promise not to screw her, I would have done it in a split second.
"One more thing," she said. "If I should decide that I don't want to be a virgin any more, I'll let you be the one. Okay?"
"Okay."
I closed the door behind her and felt a moment of luxurious joy in my heart. I had made great progress with the young thing. She would be back, and if not that time, certainly the next, I would penetrate that sweet young puss with my terrible tiger.
And yet I had still forgotten to get her name.