'He rose from his chair and grinned. “Humphrey's worked harder than me or he'd be down here too to cram for these bally examinations.
But golly, young Diana, you look spiffing. Wait a moment though, there's something different about you. What is it now, let me see…
By thunder, I have it, you've altered your dress. What's happened to that fringe of white lace?” 'I was not in the least embarrassed by his question and I replied: “Well, if you must know, I thought my figure was much nicer to look at than a frilly piece of material.” 'He put down his book and moved closer towards me. “My God, I should say so,” he said thickly. “I remember when your chest was as flat as mine.” “But no more,” I said, touching his arm with my hand.
“I'm sixteen years old now and fully developed.” His handsome face betrayed his struggle to keep his composure as I deliberately leaned forward to expose even more of my breasts to his excited gaze. He took a deep breath but said nothing, though I could see that this show of the snowy white globes deeply affected him. I looked steadily at his deep brown eyes and said softly: Why don't we sit down for a minute on the Chusterfield and talk?” Still without speaking, he took my hand in his own and we adjourned to the aforementioned couch.
I knew full well that Ronald was simply dying to touch me but he needed some further sign of encouragement so we chatted quietly about this and that. After a while I decided that I would have to make the first move so I put my hand on his shoulder and let it rest there.
This did the trick! Indeed, I had not expected him to be so forward for suddenly he spun me around, turned my face up to his and kissed me passionately on the lips. 'A surge of excitement coursed through my veins for there was something about this kiss which made it impossible for me not to respond. “Diana, you have always epitomised the very quintessence of female beauty,” he muttered. “Goodness me, that's quite a little speech, could you not speak plainer?” I said, though I knew well enough what his convoluted words were attempting to convey. Ronald swallowed hard and said: “I mean, my darling girl, that I have an overwhelming desire to make love to you.”
“You have never mentioned this to me before,” I said with a small smile, stroking his flushed cheek. “No, because you are the sister of my best chum and in any case I would never take advantage of a girl of tender years,” he replied hotly. “Your candour does you credit,” I said firmly. “However, I am not totally without experience of the joys of sensuality, though I have never actually made love yet-but now would be an appropriate time to remedy this, for as the country folk say around these parts:
When roses are reddest they're ready for plucking, And when she's sixteen, a girl's ready for fucking!” 'Ronald smiled at my rude verse and his hand slid gently from my shoulder down underneath my arm as he positioned me to receive a further intimate embrace. Now, as our lips crushed together in a burning kiss, I felt his hand close gently over my breast. At the same time his tongue sank inside my mouth. Then I could feel his hands lift out my naked breasts from their scanty covering and he toyed with them so excitingly, tracing circles around my hardening nipples with the tips of his fingers and then rubbing them deliriously against the palms of his roving hands until they stood up in salute like small red bullets. 'But my lips could not satisfy his ardour and soon he was passing his mouth over my cherry titties, kissing and sucking my nipples so sensually that I felt my pussey beginning to moisten. I was putty in the hands of a master builder for at this stage he leaned down to take hold of my ankle and began to caress it lovingly. I knew what was in Ronald's mind but I made no attempt to stop him as his hand worked its way up my leg and inside my thigh. A strangled cry of exultation escaped from his throat when his fingers reached inside my new pair of minute French knickers, a sub rosa purchase I made in Paris on my last visit to the Continent, and soon they became enmeshed with the silly hair of my pussey. Even at this stage, I was still just in control of my senses but I had no wish to end it all just yet.
Ronald's fingers played exquisitely with my thatch and when he began to roll down my knickers, I assisted his efforts by raising my bum so he could more easily pull them down. Once the tiny garment was over my feet, I stepped out of them and said: “Ronnie, did you know that the hair of my bush is as blonde as the hair on my head?” '“Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to see for myself,” he panted, moaning softly as with a deliberate carelessness I let my own hand brush against the prominent vertical bulge in the lap of his trousers.
'Without further ado I unbuttoned my dress and let it slide to the floor. I stepped out of it towards him totally nude, the first time I had exposed my naked body to a man. Feeling slightly decadent, I draped myself across his clothed body on the couch, and my pussey ached with excitement as Ronald began to tear off his clothes.
His muscular frame gleamed in the light afforded by our newly installed electric lamps. His face too looked so adorable, set off by his large eyes with their thick lashes whilst their dark brown colour matched so handsomely with his tightly curled hair. But the piece de resistance was of course his lovely prick which I now saw for the first time. It was exquisitely fashioned, bobbing out in front of him like a curved scimitar and his burgeoning erection had already partially pushed back the foreskin over the beautiful pink crown. All thoughts of control fled from me as I reached out and encircled his shaft with my hand, pulling down the foreskin to completely bare the full helmet of his cock which was already glistening with a blob of pre-spend that had emanated from the tiny “eye” on the tip of his knob. 'We fell back on the couch and Ronald stretched me out on the big sofa. He knelt alongside me and fervently kissed my breasts and belly- and when he placed his head lower I clutched it lovingly, moaning my approval as he pressed his lips against my silky blonde thatch. The sensations were simply divine and when I felt his tongue begin licking my pussey I almost screamed with unalloyed delight.
'“You have the most delicious cunney ever, Diana, and I could feast on it all night,” he said, raising his head for a moment before carrying on his sweet sucking of my cunt. These lewd yet complimentary words raised me to an even higher pitch of excitement when he parted the lips of my love chink with his wicked fingers and started to lap between my cunney lips. He relentlessly continued this thrilling stimulation, sinking his fingers into my moistening slit, making me tremble with expectation as he eased them deeper and deeper inside my pouting pussey crack. 'His tongue and fingers were delighting me to new peaks of pleasure that I had rarely before been able to climb.
My clitty was now tingling with an intense excitation as he cupped it between his lips and nibbled furiously at the erect little miniature organ of ultimate pleasure. He twisted his fingers around inside my cunney as I writhed wildly, clamping my legs around his neck, and holding his head pressed even harder against my now dripping pussey with one hand whilst the other flew from one nipple to the other, tweaking them up to attention as I felt an approaching spend begin its journey. Ronald must have sensed it too for he licked even harder at my clitty and his finger sped even faster out of my dripping slit and this fabulous pressure kept me at the highest pitch of ecstasy for what seemed to be a blissfully long time. He was a natural cunney sucker who clearly enjoyed eating pussey and I am sure that his devotion to this art-so shamefully neglected in this country although not, I am assured, by our American cousins- will always assure Ronald of an inexhaustible supply of women ready and willing to be fucked.
Indeed when my climax juddered through my body, satisfying though it was, I was still more than keen to continue. 'I pulled him upwards over me and his thick stiff cock now was hovering between my thighs. But to his everlasting credit, Ronald somehow dragged himself from the point of no return and whispered: “Are you certain you want me to carry on, my darling? Say now if you want me to stop because I can scarcely hold back as it is and in a few seconds it will be too late. But if I do continue, I'll be careful not to come inside you.” '“Yes, I want you to fuck me, Ronald,” I replied softly. “It
will soon be my time of the month, tomorrow or probably the day after so you can shoot off in my pussey. Besides, I want to feel you come inside me.” 'I laid my head back and relaxed as I watched Ronald take his cockshaft in his hand and gently insert the tip of his tool in my cunney. He pushed it in so slowly that I could feel the ridge of his cock scrape past the folds of my inner channel. Ronald felt so big inside me as my cunney muscles gripped his cock, the first penis ever to have passed through the lips of my love-channel. He pulled back almost as slowly as he had entered my virgin hole and then pushed in and out again at a slightly quicker pace. 'He looked up at me enquiringly: “I am not hurting you?” he asked anxiously. There was a slight discomfort at the very commencement of my debut fuck but that very soon passed. This was doubtless due to the solitary frigging I had practised at school and perhaps too to the bouncing up and down on the saddle of my pony. Oh, do not look so shocked-do you think that only boys know how to play with themselves? But for whatever reason, I experienced no pain as Ronald's proud prick rammed in and out faster and faster and deeper and deeper inside my suppurating cavity. He now began to pump into me with great swinging thrusts as I raised my pelvis to allow him to clutch my cheeks of my pert little backside. We fucked away like a couple possessed and my body squirmed with joy as I came again and again as Ronald's cock slammed in and out of my saturated cunt. Ronald, too, was now reaching the point of no return and I could feel his prick throb inside me as his hairy ballsack banged against my thighs which were now wet with my virgin spendings of love juice and a tiny amount of blood. As he shuddered to a crashing climax, I felt a rush of liquid fire coat the back of my grotto as spasm after spasm of jism shot into my very vitals and I achieved a further spend as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated enchantment enveloped me from head to toe. 'He raised himself on his hands and knees and withdrew his cock which squelched out, still almost as stiff as when he started to fuck me, but covered now with a mix of our Jove juices which was tinged with the claret of my virgin emission. I must have appeared concerned for Ronald smiled and said: “Do not be concerned, the next time there will be no blood, I can promise you.” He reached down to the floor and brought out a handkerchief from his trousers with which he tenderly wiped my pussey and his own cock clean. He put the handkerchief back into his pocket and said that he would treasure the ensanguined linen as a loving remembrance of how I had so gallantly surrendered my virginity to him.
'“Ah, that was a magnificent fuck. Yet I fear that all is not well for, unless I am much mistaken, I thought I noticed a frown of disappointment flicker across your face?” he asked as I turned my head slightly to one side. '“No Ronald,” I replied truthfully. “I thoroughly enjoyed making love with you. If there is any disappointment it is only because we have finished so soon and I am still feeling randy!” '“Is that all, dearest?” he exclaimed delightedly. “Oh, but this is a situation easily rectified.” He took my hand and cupped my fingers halfway round his sticky pole. “Just rub my cock up and down and watch it swell up ready to fuck you again.” 'This turned out to be no idle boast for it took only a few moments of frigging before he raised himself above me and this time he let me guide his knob between the squishy lips of my infatuated pussey. Once he was settled inside my welcoming quim he needed no further urging and I eagerly lifted my hips to salute his thrusting tool. His cock was very thick and I was in heaven as he pumped his throbbing prick to and fro and he played with my breasts, tweaking my titties as they bounced back and forth, moving in perfect rhythm with the movements of his cock. My cunney was still soaking with Ronald's jism and my own love juices but it was still gloriously tight and when he increased the tempo, slamming the entire length of his shaft inside me, I thought I might expire with happiness. Oh, how the fiery currents surged through my pussey and crackled their way through every inch of my frame. In no time at all I was twisting and rolling around like a crazed animal and I shouted out: 'Tuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” in sheer uninhibited lust. '“Shush, shush, my precious, you'll wake up the whole house,” he breathed as he reamed the furthest niches of my cunney with his rampant rod. Our mouths melded together in a luscious French kiss and as we wiggled our tongues wetly in each other's mouths, he jetted his powerful emission of hot, creamy spunk just as I too reached the dazzling peaks of a truly magnificent spend.
'Well, that is the story of my first experience of the joys of love-making. As you can imagine we continued to fuck until Ronald simply had no more strength. I sucked his cock back to erection three times more that night before we crept back to our beds just as the first rays of the sun began to break through the darkness of the night sky.' Here Diana ended her tale and after giving me a grateful nod of thanks she drank deeply from the glass of lemonade which I had poured out for her. 'Did you see him again?' I asked, wriggling wound to try to accommodate my bursting cock which had naturally stiffened up to full erection whilst I listened to the stimulating story of Diana's sexual awakening. 'We did manage one more night of bliss. Alas, there were to be no other opportunities for us to indulge ourselves in any further fucking as Ronald and my brother had arranged to spend time with Professor Aspis, one of the world's leading authorities on bats, who was playing with our friends the Grove-Radletts, who live on the Kentish coast near Heme Bay.'
'Bats?' I echoed in astonishment. 'For God's sake, what's so interesting about bats?' 'Not a great deal as far as I am concerned, but Professor Aspis is paying the boys ten pounds each to assist him in catching a certain kind of bat which can only be found in caves around that area. Ronald has become quite fascinated by these little creatures, which ignorant folk think are sinister and demonic.
But, as Professor Aspis has shown, they play an important part in nature and are very helpful towards us as they eat many harmful pests.
In tropical climes, there are bats which feed on fruit and many trees are entirely dependent on bats to pollinate their flowers and disperse their seeds.' 'So if it weren't for the bats shifting the seeds-'
'- there would be a lack of wild species of dates, figs, guava and others,' finished Diana. So not only had I fucked my first girl but I had also learned something of the habits of the bat-material I would make good use of when Mr. Pilcher, our science teacher, set us an essay on a subject of our choosing. But my thoughts were still centred around matters connected with human biology-namely, whether the beautiful Diana would allow me to fuck her again before we parted. I even made so bold as to ask but she shook her pretty head and said: 'No Rupert, I really don't have the time. But meet me tomorrow afternoon around half past two in the old barn next to our stables and we can enjoy ourselves again there.' Her reply brought a gleam of pleasure to my eyes but suddenly my face fell-tomorrow morning I would be playing host to my chum Frank Folkestone. 'Drat it!' I exclaimed as I spelt out my predicament to Diana. 'No, don't worry yourself-bring Frank along and I'll ask my friend Cecily Cardew to join us,' she cried. 'We'll have some real larks, I promise you, if your friend can show her a good-sized stiffstander.' My heart leaped with joy. 'I'll say he can-Prank's prick is the biggest in our dormitory. When he gets a hard-on his shaft rises so high that the tip is on the same level as his belly button.' That's something Cecily and I will really look forward to seeing- goodbye, Rupert, and thanks again for posing so patiently.
When I've finished all my work, I'll frame my study of your body and give it to you for Christmas. See you tomorrow in the old barn.'
We kissed each other fondly on the cheek and I walked home briskly to arrive just in time for tea.
CHAPTER TWO. A Whoresome Foursome
The sunlight was already beaming through my bedroom curtains when I awoke early the next morning. As usual, my sturdy young penis was as hard as a brick and, as was my regular habit, I gripped my smooth shaft in my right hand, frigging it slowly up and down as I closed my eyes and dreamed with lustful anticipation of what might be in store for me that afternoon. The previous evening I had tossed myself off twice thinking about how Diana Wigmore had suck
ed my cock and then later had allowed me to fuck her. It occurred to me that I should not spend this morning if I wanted to perform properly in the afternoon. But there was no way I could resist rubbing my prick in my closed fist until I had spent copiously all over my pyjamas. In my haste I had forgotten to reach out for the spunk-stained handkerchief I kept hidden in my bedside drawer! I have always enjoyed a good wank and take issue with those foolish folk who warn against the practice for supposed reasons of health or morality. On this occasion, though, after the riches of genuine fucking, the joys of self-induced simulation were but limited. I cursed silently as I leapt out of bed and unknotted the cord of my pyjama trousers. I put them in my laundry basket and hoped that the sticky stain would be undetected by the servants before the offending garment was washed. I looked at my watch. As it was only just after six-thirty, I decided to polish up some verses I had composed when I returned home after my fateful meeting with Diana. I sat at my desk and, after poring over an exercise book, pronounced myself satisfied with the following poem of praise to my new-found love:
Oh when I shall behold, my love, Your merry eyes, your fair-skinned face I cannot wait until my arms Enclose you in my tight embrace Yet though I've sworn so many times The world no sight can show, To match your locks, your lips divine, Your bosoms' hills of snow. For sweeter now is what I have seen, Two lips have I beheld And lovelier on a happy day, A mound which does excel. Your breasts can boast no swell as fair, No teats that these eclipse; Your lovely face can scarce compete With such enchanting lips. For now I've seen your hairy mount Where all your favours centre, Yes! I have fucked your juicy cunt And wish again to enter! 'Well, it might not stand up to a Shakespearean sonnet, but then neither should it be thrown back in my face,' I muttered to myself as I then jotted down the draft of a covering letter: Dearest Diana, I dedicate these verses to you – I can think of no better way to express my heartfelt love and gratitude for the way you initiated me into the joys of coition. I will never forget our glorious love-making as long as I live.
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