The Chaste Legacy

by Susanna Hughes

  'Where exactly are we, Mr Stephanikis?'

  'Oh, please, you must call me Constantine. We are on an island to the north of Cyprus. Apart from this house, it is uninhabited.'

  'And how long have you lived here?'

  He shrugged. 'My unfortunate condition makes it necessary to live in absolute isolation. Originally I lived in Athens but it was impossible to guarantee that I was not exposed, accidentally, to sunlight. Fortunately I had sufficient resources to buy this island, and constructed this specially designed house. Otherwise my life would have been impossible.'

  'Is there no cure?'

  'The condition is extremely rare. Perhaps if it were not more doctors would take an interest. As it is there appears to be no hope.'

  'I'm so sorry.' Corinda's heart went out to the man.

  Constantine took a grilled quail in his fingers and tore it apart. He fed the pieces into his mouth and crunched on the bones. 'Don't be. I enjoy life. I am surrounded by beautiful things and,' he gestured to one of the brunettes who stood by attentively should anything be needed, 'beautiful women. I am a very lucky man. The absence of sunlight is a small price to pay.'

  'But the fresh air?'

  'I go out at night. I see the stars and the moon. I smell the sea. It is enough.'

  Corinda bit into a piece of grilled lamb. It was tender and moist but she suddenly felt full. 'I don't think I can eat any more.'

  'Some fruit then?'

  'A little perhaps.'

  'Irina,' he said, turning to the brunette, then spoke a few words in a language Corinda did not understand. The girl immediately began to clear the table. She was joined by Iluska. 'They are Albanian,' Constantine explained. 'Iluska has learned a little English but Irina speaks only Albanian. Life in that blighted country is so wretched they find conditions here infinitely preferable. They used to work for a man who kept them shackled like slaves.'

  'Really?' Corinda was astonished.

  'So I suppose you could say I rescued them too.' It was something like the truth. The girls had been rescued by Constantine in the sense that he had fished them from the water after having been responsible for sinking the boat on which they had stowed away in an effort to escape the deprivations of their mother country. But they had never been anyone's slaves. Not until now, at least. Constantine had taken such a fancy to them he decided not to sell them on, as he normally did with attractive women, but to keep them for himself. Their life in Tirane had been so appalling that serving Constantine's every whim and, occasionally, having to suffer Eloisa's unwanted attentions, was luxurious by comparison. He had kept them chained at night, until he convinced them that conditions in the rest of the world were as bad as in Albania and they would never find a better life.

  A large platter of fruit consisting of pawpaw, kiwi, mango, water melon, strawberries and grapes, all seeded and peeled, was set on the table together with a white bowl of yogurt and another of thin honey. Irina brought two steaming cups of muddy Turkish coffee.

  'How do you get all this food if there's no one else on the island?'

  'A boat comes twice a week. We have every convenience. And, of course, my men catch fish.'

  'Mr Step... I mean, Constantine. Can I ask you something? Will you give me an honest answer?'

  'Of course, my dear. What is troubling you?'

  'It's just that... I don't know how to begin. I've lived a very sheltered life. My mother... I've only just found out about this; apparently two men did terrible things to her. My father decided he wanted to keep me away from men. Well, you see what I'm trying to say is that I have no experience. I mean, you're only the second man I've ever even met.'

  'That is quite extraordinary,' Constantine said, trying to sound surprised. He was glad to hear the young man had told him the truth.

  'So you see, it's very difficult for me.'

  'What was your question?'

  'I wondered... I just wanted to know if you find me attractive?'

  Constantine laughed, a shrill, high-pitched sound. 'My dear, you must take it from me, you are an extremely beautiful young woman.'

  'Really?' She was pleased.

  'And I can assure you, I am a connoisseur in such matters.'

  'You find me attractive?'

  'Any man of passion would find you quite delectable.'

  'Well then, if that is the case...' she faltered.

  'Yes?'

  'This is more difficult to say. I don't want you to be offended. Especially after everything you've done for me.'

  'I promise you, my dear girl, I will not be.'

  'It's just that... well, just before the shipwreck...' She wasn't sure how to phrase what she wanted to say. 'I was naturally curious, you see. I was asking Tim; you remember, the man I was with? I was asking him if I could see his body, because I'd never seen a man before.'

  'Is that so?'

  'Never.'

  'And how did he react?'

  'He was so nice, Constantine. He let me have a really good look. He even got engorged for me. That's the right word, isn't it? You know, when a man gets sexually excited. Well, that was just a few minutes before the boat was hit.'

  'I see.'

  'So I was wondering... I mean, I know it's a lot to ask, and perhaps I should wait for a day or so, but I just wondered if you'd do the same. Show me your body, I mean. And...'

  'And?'

  'You can always say no, if it's asking too much.'

  'What?'

  'Well, I wondered if, at the same time, you might have sex with me. Just for a little while. It wouldn't take long.'

  'You've never had sex before?'

  'Not with a man. I've had plenty of sex with a woman though, so I'm sure I wouldn't be too bad at it. My tutor taught me a lot.'

  'Did she?' Constantine raised an eyebrow. This was news to him, but interesting news. 'And did you enjoy it?'

  'Oh yes, very much. But it's not the same as with a man, is it?'

  'No, I don't imagine it is.'

  'Will you help me, Constantine? Please?'

  'My dear girl, I will do anything you ask. How could any man refuse you?'

  Corinda danced to her feet, came round the table, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. 'Oh Constantine, that's so wonderful. And look...' She stood back and wriggled the tight red skirt of the dress up over her hips until he could see her thighs sheathed in sheer stockings. 'Eloisa said you would like these.'

  'I do. They suit you.'

  'They make me feel very sexy, I think. I've never worn stockings before. Should I have worn panties?' She pulled the skirt up a little further to reveal her pubes. 'I got so used to running around without anything on.'

  'I like you like this.' The girl's pubic hair was thin enough for him to be able to see the crease of her sex. 'Sit up here on the table,' he said, pushing away his coffee cup and pulling his chair back.

  Corinda levered herself up onto the table's edge, her skirt still around her hips. 'Here?'

  'Yes.' He put a hand on her thighs, his palm resting on one of the suspenders. 'There is one thing, Corinda.'

  'Yes?'

  'You must do whatever I ask of you, without question.'

  'Of course I will,' she said earnestly, staring into his pink eyes. Her excitement and enthusiasm seemed to have changed her perception of him. At that moment she could not think of him as anything but handsome. The bullfrog had turned into prince charming.

  Irina still stood silently by. Constantine fired a number of words at her and she immediately began to clear the table.

  'Do you find Irina attractive?' he asked.

  'Oh yes, she's gorgeous.'

  'You would like to have sex with her?'

  'I'd like to have sex with both of them. They look like sisters.'

  'But they are not,' Constantine said.

  Iluska had joined her companion to help ferry things to the kitchen.

  Constantine's hand stroked Corinda's thigh. 'Now what was it you wanted to see?'
/>   'Could we start with your penis?' she asked. 'Is it hard?'

  'A little.'

  'Oh good. Tim's was hard when I first saw it, so I didn't see it grow.'

  Constantine stood up. He took off his jacket and unclipped his cummerbund. 'Irina,' he said, handing her the clothes. He spoke in rapid Albanian again, and Iluska moved in front of him, loosening his bow tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Irina eased off his shoes and socks as he held his feet up one at a time. Iluska removed his shirt and unzipped the fly of his trousers. She skinned them down with his black briefs and he stepped out of them, leaving himself naked.

  'Is this what you wanted?' he asked.

  Corinda stared at his body. It was quite different from Tim's. Not only was he covered in a mat of white hair, his arms and legs were far bigger and his belly round, like a cushion of flesh. His penis was small, and from what she could see it was more veined and gnarled than Tim's.

  The two brunettes had finished clearing the table. They folded Constantine's clothes neatly over one of the dining chairs and left the room.

  'Are you going to make it grow now?' Corinda asked.

  'Open your legs a little and watch it closely. You'll see it grow.'

  As Corinda eased her legs apart Constantine feasted his eyes on the delicate lips of her sex.

  'Yes, look at that,' Corinda said. Without thinking she squirmed off the table and dropped to her knees in front of him to get a close look.

  'Put a fingertip here,' he said, pointing at the ridge at the base of his circumcised glans.

  Corinda did as she was told. Almost the moment she touched it she saw it expand, the veins pumping visibly. It grew rapidly. 'My, look at that! Just touching makes that happen?'

  'All sorts of things make that happen,' he told her.

  'Really?'

  'I think you should take your dress off.'

  'But I want it to stay hard.'

  'It will. Looking at your body will keep it hard.'

  Without getting to her feet Corinda unzipped the dress and pulled it over her head. She shook out her long blonde hair so it cascaded over her shoulders. 'Would you mind if I took my bra off too? I'm not used to this type. They cut into me.'

  'Take it off.'

  Corinda unclipped the bra and pulled the shoulder straps down her arms. She leant forward and shook it off, her breasts quivering at their sudden freedom, her nipples already hard. She saw Constantine's cock twitch. 'Was that because of looking at me?'

  'Yes. I told you, you're a very beautiful girl.'

  She was naked now apart from the suspender belt and the sheer black stockings. 'Can I touch it again?'

  'Of course.'

  Corinda wrapped her hand around the fully erect shaft. It was not as long as Tim's, but it was much broader. She remembered her surprise at how hot it had been to the touch, and this one too seemed to radiate heat.

  'What should I do now?' she asked.

  He smiled. 'You are anxious to learn, aren't you?'

  'Are you going to fuck me?' Arabella would have been shocked that she knew that word, but among the literary masterpieces she'd read on the island one of her tutors had brought her the works of James Joyce.

  'My, my, and I thought you were an innocent.'

  'Is that a bad thing to say?'

  'No, it is quite charming. But first, I think, there is something else I should teach you. When you are with a woman, when you are having sex with a woman, do you use your mouth on her?'

  'Of course.'

  'Well then. You will see it is quite logical to do the same with a man.'

  'Oh I know about that,' she said, pleased not to appear totally naive.

  'Do you?'

  'Do you like that better than fucking?'

  'No, but some men do.'

  'It makes them ejaculate, right?'

  'Yes.'

  'Can I do that to you? Will you let me? Just as an experiment.'

  'Of course, my dear. I'm going to let you do whatever you want.'

  Corinda leant forward. Tentatively she touched the tip of her tongue against the tip of Constantine's cock. Then she ran it around the pronounced rim at the base of the glans. This made his penis jerk and swell, so she repeated it, with the same result. She made a mental note of the effect, wanting to make sure she remembered it for future reference.

  'Take it in your mouth,' Constantine said, his normally reedy voice thickened by excitement.

  Corinda opened her mouth and slipped the glans between her lips. It stretched them wide. She sucked and felt it throb.

  'Deeper. Take it deeper.'

  A hand caressed her long blonde hair, then pressed. Corinda felt a frisson of alarm as his cock slid into her throat. At first she thought she was going to gag but she managed to control that reflex, and felt a strong surge of excitement. There seemed to be a direct connection between her mouth and her sex. It was almost as though his cock was jammed into her vagina. It was this that made her realise what she had to do. The reason men obviously liked this experience was that the mouth was a substitute for the vagina. Though she had never had a penis inside her she knew a man would push in and out, so it seemed clear she should try to imitate that movement if she was going to give Constantine the maximum pleasure.

  She pulled back until his glans was at her lips, then drove forward, plunging his cock down deep into her throat. Repeating the process she sucked hard as she pulled back and heard him moan. She made another mental note.

  'You learn fast,' he said.

  Her head bobbed down, then up, her cheeks dimpled as she sucked. Constantine moaned again and she felt proud. She was a woman now, doing what a woman does to a man. She wanted to please him, to do something for him after everything he had done for her. She began to move with a rhythm, sliding her mouth up and down, taking him deeper and deeper in her throat and sucking harder.

  Constantine looked down at her. Her hair streamed down over her naked back, her breasts trembling as she moved. He had debated all day whether he should take her virginity. Some of his customers would pay considerably more for her in a virgin state. But, he had told himself, money wasn't everything. The price he would get for a girl of such beauty would be quite high enough. And she would still have an essential innocence to add icing to the cake and increase the bidding. Life had handed him a unique opportunity and he decided to enjoy it.

  He took her head in his hands to stay her movement, and pulled out of her mouth.

  'What's the matter? Aren't I doing it right?' Corinda's face was creased with worry. 'I was getting carried away, wasn't I?'

  'You were doing wonderfully, my dear.'

  'Why haven't you ejaculated then? I wanted you to ejaculate. You said you would.'

  'I said some men do. But I thought you wanted more.'

  'I wanted to do whatever pleases you,' she said earnestly.

  'Then we must go on to the next lesson.'

  Corinda felt a sharp stab of excitement. Her sex was already wet and her nipples as hard as stone. 'You're going to put it inside me, aren't you?'

  'Yes.'

  'Oh Constantine, that's so nice of you. I'm so grateful.'

  'I will enjoy it too.'

  'What have I got to do?'

  'Lie back on the table,' he said.

  Corinda got to her feet. She was still wearing the high heels and her legs looked lithe and slender, the stockings making them look even longer than they were. 'Shall I keep the stockings on?'

  'Oh yes.'

  'You like them, don't you?' Corinda felt coquettish. She was beginning to realise that the hardness of Constantine's penis was directly related to the things she did and the way she looked. One of the stockings had wrinkled at the knee and she bent to smooth it out, stretching the nylon with her palms until it fitted like a second skin again. She straightened up as she adjusted the suspender to hold the stocking taut, and saw Constantine gazing at her legs.

  'Arabella used to like to watch too,' she said.

  'Who's Arabe
lla?'

  'My tutor. She used to like to watch me play with myself. It excited her. Would that excite you?' She ran one hand down between her legs. A finger slipped between her labia. Her clitoris was swollen with expectation. As her finger probed she gasped. She had never felt it so tender.

  She hauled herself up onto the edge of the table again and opened her legs wider, allowing her hand more freedom of movement. She kicked off the shoes and brought her feet up to the table-top, so her legs were bent and Constantine could see her sex. Her hand parted her labia, and she penetrated her vagina with two fingers.

  'Do you like that?' she asked.

  'Lie back,' he said.

  Corinda obeyed. The polished oak was cold against her back. Constantine moved in front of her, staring down at her sex. He took her wrist and pulled her hand away, drawing her towards him slightly, then he pulled her legs around his waist, her buttocks suspended over the edge of the table, her vagina no more than an inch from his cock. The nylon rasped against his flesh. He fingered her thighs, feeling the difference between the nylon and her soft flesh. With her legs spread her labia had opened and he could see the pink nodule of her clitoris. It was glistening wet.

  Slowly he moved, until his erection nudged into her sex.

  'Oh, Constantine,' she panted, 'I'm so excited. I can feel your penis. Are you going to do it to me now?' She raised her head to watch.

  'Yes,' he said gruffly, no longer concerned with her needs. His fingers dug into her thighs and he pulled her onto him, the tip of his glans sliding into the tight channel of her labia, until it fitted neatly to the entrance of her vagina. His penis throbbed and his balls ached. She was his, this was his prize. He could see the soft wet flesh of her sex pursed around his glans as though welcoming it with a kiss.

  The time for finesse had passed. He plunged, driving his cock into the depths of a vagina, where he knew no man had been before.

  'God! Oh God!' Corinda screamed. She could not hold her head up and dropped back onto the table. How many times had she imagined what it would feel like to have a man inside her? And now it was done, her sex filled with hot, hard, living flesh. The shock of sensation of the initial lunge was almost strong enough to make her orgasm instantly. Constantine did not begin a rhythm, sawing in and out of her as she'd expected him to. Instead he ground forward, pulling her onto him, rocking from side to side, grinding the base of his cock against her clitoris, trying with all his strength to get deeper.