Pauline

CHAPTER II

A few days after this, the lovers returned to their respective homes, and I was again left to my own reflections. I spent many hours going over the wonderful things I had seen.

I hinted in no uncertain terms to my girlfriend as to these wonderful revelations, but she would blush and turn away as though she didn't wish to discuss the subject.

And so for two whole weeks I was left alone. The pond no longer lured me, and there's no telling what might have happened had not Father returned with my new music teacher.

I don't know why, but I was suddenly taken with the idea that I didn't want another teacher. I had been alone so long that the thought of another ugly old woman to pester me was sickening. I realized my days of freedom were over.

Very well, I thought, if I'm to have another teacher, why not have one more romp at the pond? There was no one to watch me. I hadn't seen my new teacher as yet, since she had retired to her room immediately upon her arrival. I hurried to the water. Pond lilies were in bloom and the surface of the water seemed covered with them.

Then another idea occurred to me: I recalled the thrill I had experienced that day I entered the water fully dressed! Why I had gotten a thrill out of this I have never been able to determine; I know only that the thought persisted! Making sure no one was about, I plunged in! I had long since become used to the water, and I no longer feared it. My skirts floated up about me as I waded deeper and deeper, and in less time than it takes to tell it, I was in to my neck. I had a wonderful time. I thought this was probably the most dreadful thing I had ever done in my life besides my eavesdropping. I knew Father would punish me if he discovered that I had gone near the pond, much less in it, but I didn't care! The water felt delightful on my body, and I sported about in it for nearly an hour.

I was a sorry sight, indeed, as I climbed out, but I had gathered some lilies and I was happy. Quickly I stripped off my wet clothes, squeezed the water out of them, and spread them to dry. Then, stark naked, I entered the pond again. I had often gazed at my nude charms in the glass since seeing my mother reflect on herself that way. Now, as I stood there in the clear water, I discovered that by standing quite still I had a clear image of myself.

I noted her same hips and legs and breasts; I noted, too, the same colored hair at the base of my belly and the same cunt, though I wasn't nearly as developed as she.

Finally, after my clothes had dried, I wandered back to the house to meet my new teacher. I expected another old hag. Imagine my surprise when I saw, sitting upon the porch beside my mother, one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen! Here, instead of an ugly woman, was a perfect beauty, not a minute over twenty years old, and when I say she was beautiful, I mean just that. Not only was her face beautiful, but she was beautiful all over. As you will find a little later, I got to know that beautiful body in every detail, and the more I knew that girl, the more I delighted in kissing and petting her.

At table that evening, I couldn't keep my eyes from her; I must have acted the dummy indeed. I could eat only a little. Both Mother and Father chided me about it, but I passed it off saying I didn't feel just exactly right. Had Mother known my thoughts at that very moment, I would have been horsewhipped and Vera would have been driven from our home.

After dinner, however, I had a chance to further admire that beautiful creature. Mother suggested I show her about the place, and a moment later, Vera and I were walking through the gardens.

Her hair was a deep brown color; her cheeks were rosy red and her full lips were like ripe cherries, while her teeth, white like the snow of early winter, were even and firm. I noted her swanlike neck and the narrow, slanting shoulders, and I admired her dainty ankles and tiny feet. All this I saw that first evening as we wandered about the gardens, but I was to see more of her a little later.

I was to see her beautiful legs and thighs; her full, rounded hips and bottom-cheeks; the slender waist; the full, firm breasts with their tiny pink nipples; and above all I was to admire the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen, even to this day!

That first evening, when my hungry gaze was limited to her facial charms, I fell desperately in love with her! I was overjoyed at this sudden turn of events! I laughed and cried in turn. I danced all about her, picked flowers and forced them upon her and, I guess, made a fool of myself in general. But I just couldn't help it; I was that happy.

Though she noted my actions, she paid no attention to them. Her only reaction was to take me in her arms and kiss me as tenderly as a mother would kiss her only child, and I felt that we were to become the most wonderful friends.

Later that evening, she told me that we were to become lovers at heart. Of course, it wasn't necessary for her to tell me that: I was already her lover at heart.

Ah, how little did I know then what she meant by that remark! Oh, God! What pleasures I had in your arms, Vera!

Years after, while basking in the arms of another woman, I always fancied it was Vera's charms passing beneath my lips… it was Vera trying to satisfy my endless craving by offering to my hungry lips that pearly nectar with which she was so plentifully endowed!

I remember only too well that first night in our garden. We had wandered to the summerhouse, that same summerhouse in which I had witnessed those strange scenes between the lovers. There, seated upon that same couch, she took me in her arms and kissed me! Perhaps it was due to the great influence the summerhouse had over me, or perhaps it was my love for her, but whatever the cause, I gloried in her kisses.

Not only did she kiss my lips, but also my cheeks, eyes, and even my throat. Her kisses were far different than any I had ever received before. When kissing my mouth, she would quite cover mine with her own, while the tip of her tongue would caress the inside of my lips. She did this a dozen times, I guess, each time a little more deliberate, and each time sending a delicious thrill through me until I thought I was literally dying of pleasure.

Looking back at that night, I am convinced I would have been an easy conquest for her, for she had instilled a strange thought within me. Though I had never heard of such a thing, I was taken with the idea that I wanted to kiss her all over! I wanted to do something dreadful to her! Something naughty! But in my innocence, I could not think of a single thing to do.

A few moments later, we rose from the couch and retraced our steps. I led her by the pond. Somehow, I felt free with this wonderful woman. I felt so free, in fact, that I told her of my delight in wading in the water, and how my former tutor had forbidden me from going there. Vera laughed at this. Then she told me I might wade whenever I so chose, but that I must be careful since I was now in her care. She made me promise I would never wade there unless she was with me. To this I solemnly agreed.

Later we sat upon the porch, and here again I came in for a lot of kissing. But Vera was clever. She knew only too well how easily she might spoil it all by hurrying matters with me, and she would stop kissing my lips just when I was feeling the best.

She wished to know all about my studies-how far I had advanced; in fact, she wanted to know all about me, and many of her questions I thought strange and far from the point. I wanted her to hear my voice, but she refused to let me sing in the night air, at least until my voice got stronger and settled. In later years, I realized how correct this was when I saw any number of girls ruin their voices by abusing them.

Later that evening, she took me to her room, and here she allowed me to assist her in unpacking her trunk. I saw things I had never dreamed of-all sorts of the finest underwear, dozens of pairs of the finest hose, several beautiful nightgowns, and several dressing gowns. One would never have guessed this girl had to teach music for a living, for her wardrobe was equal to that of a princess.

That night before I retired to my own room, she gave me another of those clinging kisses. How it thrilled me!

The days which followed proved to be a perfect paradise to me. Never in the least did we tire of each other. We were always together. Mother, too, had the utmost confidence in her, and Father never gave us a thought. And so my love grew and grew.

One afternoon, about a week after her arrival, we discovered that both Mother and Father were going to the city on business, and as soon as they left, I suggested we go to the pond and wade. Vera was willing and off we went. Happy in the thought that I could do as I chose in the matter, I stripped off my slippers and stockings and began paddling about, while she sat upon the grassy bank and watched.

Becoming used to this, I ventured out further. Vera, seeing that the lace of my drawers touched the water, said, “You had better pull them up, dear, or you will wet them."

I did this, but I found I still lacked something. I wanted to go in naked. But I thought Vera would never approve of that, and right there I lost an excellent chance with this beauty. She told me later how seeing my naked legs thrilled her.

You see, my friend, how I dwell upon all this? It isn't that I wish to tire you; it's simply that I delight in relating every little item of our conversation, and the strange things that led to a much clearer understanding between my music teacher and me. It was, I believe, the most wonderful period of my whole life; at least I thought so at the time.

I recall how I asked her to remove her slippers and stockings and come in with me, and how she declined, saying she was “unwell.” This required considerable explaining on her part. She asked me how old I was and when I told her, she explained the whole business.

I had come out of the water and was sitting beside her, and I couldn't help but thrill when she explained to me all about the “periods” a girl experienced once every month. She told me I was passing into womanhood, and I'll never forget the way she looked into my eyes when she told me I must be getting to be quite a full-fledged woman. And there was another splendid opportunity gone. Little did I know she was waiting for me to make the first suggestion of something more intimate.

The afternoon passed and we returned to the house for dinner, only to find that my parents had been detained in the city and would be unable to return until the next day. Left by ourselves as we were, we found it much more convenient to converse on the porch, and you may rest assured we took the opportunity to cuddle in each other's arms.

She suggested that we retire. I agreed, though I would have rather remained there on the darkened porch and enjoyed more of her clinging kisses.

Our rooms were separated by only a narrow hall, the doors being opposite one another. She said, “Since we are so alone, dear, perhaps we had best leave the doors ajar-then I can hear if you call me."

I thought this a splendid idea; we could talk to each other as we undressed. I couldn't be satisfied away from her, even in sleep!

I recall how quickly I undressed and donned my nightgown, and how I crept to her door. I wanted to see her undressed! I'll never forget the thrill I had when I peeped into her room! She was standing before her mirror, taking down her hair and arranging it for the night. Nor was that all. She had taken off everything but her little undervest, an extremely short and transparent little garment, and this was furled up over her splendid behind, leaving her naked from well above her hips to her heels!

What a thrill that was. For long moments, I stood staring at her. Her legs, hips, and buttocks looked beautiful to me, but it was as nothing compared to what happened a moment later. Raising my eyes, I discovered that she was looking directly at me, though she was still looking into the glass, and had been watching me for some moments. Then she turned, resting her palms on the edge of the dresser. She was naked in front, more so by far than her rear, for the tiny garment she wore was cut so low I could see her naked breasts!

Speechless, wonder showing in my eyes, I stood there gazing at her beauties, but my eyes were even more riveted upon the patch of hair that almost covered her beautiful cunt! It was Vera who broke the spell.

"Naughty!” she whispered, beckoning me toward her. “Why do you stare at me so?"

Rushing into her outstretched arms, I said, “Oh, Vera dear! You are so beautiful and-and I love you so!"

"Silly little girl,” she cooed, kissing me again and again. “I'm not one bit more beautiful than you!"

We were almost of an equal height, so we found it quite convenient to reach each other's lips as we stood clasped in one another's arms.

Evidently Vera knew the time was ripe to carry her caresses further, for she said, “You are beautiful, dear, but you are unfair!"

"Unfair?” I asked, startled.

She nodded. “Of course you're unfair. You are so covered while I am so uncovered."

"You mean…"

Again she nodded. “Why not stay here with me tonight,” she breathed, kissing me lovingly and squeezing me in her arms. “Then, too,” she went on, “it's so warm, and-and, well, we could sleep without anything over us!"

Again our lips met and clung. Then, pushing me away, she let drop her tiny garment. Forcing it down over her full, rounded hips, she let it drop to the floor, the tiny thing laying like a bit of fluff about her feet! For a long moment I gazed at her, excited as I had never been before! Then her hands drew the little shoulder straps from me, and while I stood as though petrified, she dropped my nightgown to my feet, leaving us both stark naked!

"Isn't this so much nicer?” she asked, leading me to the bed, seating herself on the edge, and drawing me down beside her. “Wouldn't you like to spend the whole night with me?” she asked.

I remember the strange light in her eyes as she hugged me close to her breast, and the flushed cheeks which fairly burned mine, but I thought this was due to the pleasure she anticipated in having me with her the whole night.

"Oh, darling,” I cried, kissing her again and again, “I'd love it!"

Rising, she quickly doused the nightlight, while I scrambled into her bed. She followed me quickly, taking me in her arms and kissing my lips, cheeks, eyes, and throat! Not satisfied with this, she buried her face in my hair, this little act quite forcing my face down to her swelling breasts and upturned nipple-buds. The moonlight shone directly across the bed, giving me a perfect view of her lovely orbs as she pressed them against my face! I wanted to kiss them, and I don't know why I didn't.

"I could eat you with kisses!” she cried, coming back to my lips again and fastening her open mouth over mine with the most maddening kisses she had ever given me. “Don't you just love it?” she asked.

"Oh, Vera,” I answered, hardly knowing what I was saying, “I love you so!"

Taking it for granted that I was hers, she pushed me on my back. Leaning over me, she kissed my face and throat! She kissed my titties and mouthed the erect nipples, while little shivers of maddening delight dominated my very soul!

"I love you so,” she cooed, sliding her hand up and down my back and gently patting the firm flesh of my bottom. “I could eat you alive with kisses!"

"Oh, Vera,” I answered, “I am yours to do with as you like!"

"Then lie still, my darling,” she instructed, coming up over me and again kissing my lips, “and I will give you the most delightful thrill you have ever had!"

And the next moment, she started kissing me all over, while one of her hands played with the thin moss about my cunt. I was in a heaven of delight! I couldn't lie still! My bottom moved on the linen sheet, my hips were set in motion, and all the while her lips swept up and down my body and legs. Not a spot escaped her hungry lips. From my breasts to my feet, her lips rained kisses. For several seconds, she contented herself with my feet, then ran her lips up my legs, to my moist slit which she kissed and tongued in a frenzy of delight!

Circling my hips with her arms, as though to keep me from escaping her, she fastened her mouth to my pussy, giving me those same openmouthed kisses. Then, as my thighs fell loosely apart and I grasped her head between my hands, she drove her tongue into me! The feeling was wicked but delightful. My mind was reeling with the flood of emotion that overtook me. Her tongue swirled about, the fine soft tip delving within the tiny slit, then stroking up and down between the lips.

I felt the same sensations I had felt when watching the lovers! I realized I was going to come, and I tried to tear her face away, but she held me in a tight clasp. And then it happened! Now, instead of trying to force her face away, I held it pressed tightly to me. I no longer thought it dreadful to kiss one's cunt! I recalled how the lovers did it. I remembered how Paul had feasted his lips on my cousin's cunt. I pictured Father sucking Mother's pussy. Now here was a girl doing that very thing to me! The thought was maddening!

Arching my hips, I held her pressed tightly to me. I spent in waves, my cries matching hers as she felt the very essence of my soul flowing into her mouth-and then I fainted.

How long I lay thus I do not know, but when I opened my eyes, it was to find Vera lying partly upon me. She was tenderly kissing my lips. One of my thighs was clasped tightly between hers, and there was a gentle movement of her loins.

"Oh, God!” she cried, kissing me. “How I love you!"

"And I love you, too, Vera,” I answered, my voice barely a whisper.

Then she insisted that if I really loved her I should do something to relieve her suffering. When I asked her what I could do, she answered, “Kiss me, dear! Kiss me just as I have kissed you, and make me flood your lips with my love-dew!"

"I would love to do that to you!” I cried. “Come! Lie over on your back and I shall prove to you how I love you!” And as she quickly turned over, I bent down and put my face between her thighs and attacked her lovely cunt with a passion that truly surprised me. It was heavenly. I loved it!

I felt her grasp my head between her hands, heard her beg me to put my tongue in-all of which I did. She must have been worked up to an unbearable excitement from her frantic licking of my slit for she didn't last long under my unpracticed tongue. She cried out, then arched her hips, and the next moment my mouth was flooded with her warm dew!

She lay quite inert, and it was several moments before I realized what a naughty thing I had done-I had played out the scene I had witnessed in the summerhouse. But, strangely enough, I didn't think it improper. I thought, on the other hand, that it was quite fitting between lovers, and Vera was my lover! Just as I was hers.

She was lying in the same position as when I had kissed her cunt. I thought she, too, had fainted, for her eyes were closed and her head was thrown to one side. Then I again dropped my eyes to her lovely pussy. It was beautiful. The lips, instead of lying far apart, as I had noted in Mother and my cousin, were close together and pinkish, and quivered the least bit.

I wanted to kiss it again, but before doing this, I turned and looked into her eyes, only to find that she hadn't fainted but was smiling up at me.

"Isn't it wonderful, darling?” she asked, thrusting her hips a little. For answer, I lowered my face and kissed her cunt again and again!

Then a strange thing happened. I felt one of my legs being lifted over her breasts. Her hands came to my hips, drawing me down, and the next instant I felt the tip of her tongue slip into me. Then, though I had never heard of it before, we performed a perfect “69!"

I can remember every detail of our lovemaking as though it were but yesterday. And as God is my judge, my friend, we both came no less than three times before we fell apart! And then we-or rather I-fell asleep.

How well I remember waking (I thought I had just fallen asleep) to find it broad daylight. We lay for some time clasped in one another's arms, kissing and petting. Then Vera whispered, “You had best go to your own room, darling. What would your Mother say were she to find us together like this?"

I rebelled against leaving her; I wanted to stay. I loved her a thousand times more than I had the previous day. But her better judgment finally won me over and I returned to my room and dressed, though I vowed I would never be out of her sight another minute!

You think, perhaps, that I had a dreadful night of it, but such, my friend, is not the case. I never slept better in my life than I had that night. And when I awakened, I was as refreshed as ever, and anyone seeing me as I dressed would never have guessed how I had spent the greater part of the night.

Do you see now how I was being led into the byways of love?

The months that followed were heaven to me. True, I had not tasted the pleasures of a man's kisses, nor felt a cock boring into my very vitals, but I learned all there was to know about it without the real experience or actually feeling it, as I shall here relate.

My singing lessons were a delight, and to wait upon Vera was my chief aim. I kept her room literally banked with flowers, and as the fruit season came around, I heaped the various items upon her.

But it must be remembered that Vera did not allow me to plunge into my newfound pleasure with that utter disregard I might have, had the choice been mine. Oh, no, indeed! She was far too much of an artist to allow me to become disgusted with it all, and it was three days later before I was allowed any freedom with her again.

That day we walked through the gardens. Coming to the summerhouse she told me she was obliged to go to the city that afternoon, but that she would return in time for dinner. This made me sad; I didn't want her to go away, even for an afternoon.

"I know what's the matter with you,” she said, pushing me over on my back and kissing my lips. “You think I don't love you-is that it?"

I nodded my answer, for this was just what I thought.

"Very well,” she continued, slipping one hand underneath my dress and patting my thigh, “just for that, you lie still and I will show you, my dear!"

Dropping to her knees, she raised my dress and pressed her face into my crotch. She rubbed her nose through the sparse fleece covering my cunt, inhaling deeply. Suddenly, her tongue darted out of the beautiful mouth and into my slit. She worked her practiced tongue up and down and side to side until not one inch had gone untouched. It was heavenly! I thought I was dying from sheer joy and happiness, but there was even more pleasure in store for me. The motions of her tongue slowed and the section of her attention became more and more concentrated. Soon she was concentrating exclusively on the small ridge of flesh above my now-dripping hole. Opening her mouth, she sucked that little jutting bit of flesh between her lips. Warmth spread throughout my center and I gasped with the overwhelming sensations she caused. With an uncontrolled sob, I felt everything give way and explode. She lapped at my streaming cunny for long minutes, so great was the amount of juice I gave her!

The fact that I had done nothing since that first night accounts, no doubt, for the unusual volume of pearly nectar I gave her. It must have been voluminous, because she told me it was! Indeed, I must have been a very unusual person in my younger days, my friend. I have had any number of persons-both men and women-tell me the same thing.

I well remember a very handsome Hungarian gentleman who delighted in kissing a girl like that. Wealthy, he kept a dozen girls for that very purpose. It was their sole duty to hold themselves in readiness at all hours of the day and night, that they might be ready at his beck and call. He told me he had chosen these girls from scores he had tried, and had chosen them from the others because they were prolific “spenders.” Then came the startling information: It was to the effect that I was even better than any of those he maintained in his castle, and to prove it he gave me a diamond necklace.

Later I told him of my first music teacher, and he asked me to get in touch with her for him, that he would give her a thousand marks every time he had her that way.

After I had had my pleasure, I wanted to give her the same, but she put me off; she told me she had just come “sick.” I insisted that she had told me that when we had first visited the pond, but she said she wasn't unwell that day; she simply told me that so she wouldn't have to go into the water. She preferred to lie on the bank of the pond and watch me wade. However, she promised me no end of pleasure as soon as she returned from the city.

It was a surprisingly long day for me after she left. My poodle and I wandered all over the place. We went to the pond, romped in the wood, but in spite of that, time hung heavy on my hands. I had taken a seat in the summerhouse, and here I allowed my thoughts to wander back over all the thrilling things I had seen and heard. But it was Vera who held my thoughts. Being separated from her for even a few hours was nothing short of torture, and I couldn't get my mind off her or that dainty little cunt of hers-that beautiful object I had so come to love and adore!

Oh, how I loved it! There hadn't been an hour since I first had her that I didn't want to pop my head beneath her dress and suck her! Having seen the lovers together, and having seen him suck her, I naturally thought it the most normal thing in the world. I recalled how in return she had taken his cock into her mouth and sucked him.

But hadn't Mother done the same with Father? I could feel my face burn with blushes at the mere thought of allowing a man to do that to me! Still and all, it must have been quite nice; both women seemed to have enjoyed it. I recall how my cousin had thanked her lover for “coming” so profusely in her mouth!

Certainly Vera had “come” in mine. Then I wondered if men did it in a girl's mouth the same way? This mystery must be cleared up at the earliest possible moment; I would ask Vera as soon as she returned! Surely she would know all about it.

Vera returned about dinnertime. I could hardly wait until I could get her alone, and shortly after dinner, she told me to wait for her in the summerhouse as she had to take care of herself before joining me there.

I knew, or thought I knew, what she was doing; she was bathing herself. She wanted to be as neat as possible, since she was going to allow me to feast on her luscious sweets. She didn't know it, but I would have preferred it if she wasn't quite so particular about herself. I had come to love the deep, penetrating odor of her person. Years later, I came to love this more and more; there is something delightful about the odor one gets from a pretty girl's cunny.

In the very midst of these strange thoughts in the summerhouse, Vera came to me. I thought her even more beautiful than when I had last seen her, and I sprang into her willing arms and covered her face with kisses. But alas, I had forgotten all about her “illness."

Sadly, she wouldn't allow me any liberties, even when I hinted that I wanted her to kiss and caress me. She put me off, telling me I must be patient and wait until she was entirely well, and then we would have another wonderful party.

The following day, when Vera's period had come to its end, Mother informed us that she and Father were obliged to go to the city again and would be unable to return until the following evening, possibly the day after. I remember how sincere she was when telling me how nice I must be to Vera; that I was to obey her in everything, do as I was told, and be a good girl generally.

How well I remember the expression that came over Vera's face at hearing Mother tell me all this! I saw her catch her lower lip between her teeth-a habit she had when excited-while the deep color came into her cheeks. Indeed, she showed me in a dozen ways that she was overjoyed at the prospect of being alone with me for a whole night and day, and you may rest assured that it was a dreadfully long time before my parents departed. I could hardly control myself, I was so filled with wicked desires!

How we got the dishes washed and put away I do not know; but at last they were finished and arm in arm my lover and I hurried to the music room.

And now, my friend, I am afraid you are going to doubt what I am about to tell you. I know you will call me a liar when I relate to you the various things that happened that night. But as God is my judge, every word is the gospel truth. Not only that; I am going to relate it word for word, as near as I can recall it.

As I said, we hurried to the music room, and though I was partly aware of what was to happen, I was hardly able to start putting my thoughts into practical use. It was different, however, with Vera.

She knew all about what was going to happen; as she told me afterward, she, too, had been looking forward to that night. I can remember every detail as though it were but yesterday. First Vera pulled all the shades down. Then she arranged two lamps so their light would shine all over the room. Then, when everything seemed to her liking, she turned to me. Taking me in her arms, she kissed me again and again.

"You really love me, dear?” she asked.

I nodded my answer; I couldn't find words to tell her how much!

"And you wish to make me very happy?” she continued.

Again I nodded my answer. “Oh, Vera,” I cried, “I'm ready to do any and everything you say!"

"Then go to your room and undress,” she whispered, her eyes bright, her breasts heaving, “then return here."

For a long moment, I gazed into her eyes. “And you. Will you be undressed too?"

"Hurry, and don't ask silly questions!” she chided me. “Go!"

My heart beating wildly, I rushed to my room. I knew we had nothing to fear; we were alone in our home. The curtains were drawn and we had the entire night before us.

Quickly I slipped out of my clothes. Without waiting to make such preparations as one would deem necessary under the circumstances, I hurried back to Vera. But as hasty as I had been, I found her already undressed and waiting. How she ever got out of her clothes so quickly I never knew, nor did I ask. I rushed into her arms like a crazed person! Our nude bodies met with a resounding smack, and for long moments, we stood there, our breasts crushed together!

Then she led me to a broad couch and pushed me down. I tried to lower my face between her shapely thighs, but she would have none of this. She had other ideas about what was to follow.

"You must be patient, my dear,” she said, kissing me. “We have the whole night before us, and we must go slowly. You must conform to the program as I have thought it all out. Won't you do that?"

I could only nod my head in answer.

The program, as she termed it, consisted of placing me upon the couch, in a position not unlike that assumed by my cousin in the summerhouse. And I, finally getting the idea of what she wanted, allowed myself to be molded to her will.

First, she positioned me full length with my thighs well parted. Then she leaned over me, kneeling on the floor herself, and began kissing me all over! I will never forget that night! Like the first time I had had her, she licked and kissed me from head to foot, ending the performance by sucking me most deliciously.

And even after I came, she continued to kiss my pussy gently, a little act she keenly enjoyed. Ah, Vera was a skilled artist, my friend. She knew how to best distill delight. She proved it a moment later when I wanted to suck her; she put me off, saying that she had other and better things in store for me.

Leaving me on the couch, she hurried to her room. She returned, carrying a cardboard box. Opening this, she produced an article which she called a “dildo.” You know all about these things, so I won't tire you with a description of it. Enough to say that it was a beauty; indeed, it proved to be the most perfect one I have ever seen. It was slightly over eight inches long and about two in diameter. It looked just like the cock I had seen in the summerhouse and dangling below Father's belly, even to the hair and balls, the only difference being that this one possessed much larger balls.

Naturally I was filled with wonder about the thing, and undoubtedly asked many foolish questions. Vera simply smiled and fastened the thing on me around my waist; she insisted that a demonstration of it would answer all my questions. I must have looked rather funny as I stood there with the strange instrument fastened on and sticking almost straight up in the air. I marveled at this part attached to me, similar to the ones I had seen on my father and my cousin's lover, but looking so alien to my own female form. I reached down and stroked it, running my hands over the tip and around to the sack-like appendages that hung down against my thighs. I grasped the thing about the middle and stroked it up and down, liking the feel of it. I was again drawn to the head with its flare of flesh that demarked the rod-like middle and formed into the rounded cap. It felt oddly right, jutting out below my belly as it did. Just the right distance from my arm for it to feel perfect in my hand. I wondered what it would be like to be a man and have one of these wondrous things for real instead of strapped on as this one was. I thought I'd never get any studying done-not to mention the other things a person must do all the day long-if I had such a delightful toy at my disposal; one so much more obvious and solidly present than my own sensitive but tiny clit. But I wasn't left long with my reflections before I was grasped and forced onto the couch. Vera placed me in a kneeling position upon the firm cushions and then knelt in front of me and clasped me in her arms. She pressed her full breasts against mine, rubbing them and mashing them together. With one hand, she reached down and grabbed hold of the stiff shaft I wore. She eased it between her thighs so that it rested parallel with her moist cunt. She rocked back and forth so that the length of the device glided along her cleft from the top of her slit to the back of her buttocks. The tip of the thing exited on the other side, far between her thighs. With each forward motion of her torso, I could feel the dildo press into my own mount, having been attached to me there.

Excited by this contact, I began moving my own hips, sliding the thing in and out of Vera's thighs. Suddenly Vera wrested the pole from between her legs and turned around upon the couch. She knelt in front of me again, but this time she faced away from me. I looked down upon her milky white buttocks which swelled in front of my legs. She reached around behind her and grabbed the device, pointing it to her now gaping cunt. She pulled the thing forward-and me along with it-and eased it within her juicy hole. “Push forward,” she gasped, panting with excitement. Maddened beyond endurance myself, I did as she instructed. I felt some slight resistance as I slowly worked the monstrous thing into her. It seemed to move in endlessly, disappearing into her anxious passageway. Finally, I could push in no more, and I felt the device butt up snugly against my own trembling slit. She rocked forward, pulling away. Having seen male-female pairs enacting this very scene, I needed no further instruction. I pulled back away from her and watched the long shaft reappear again as it exited her cunny. As it pulled free, I could see streaks of her pearly fluids adhering to it. As soon as all but the head had reappeared, I arched my back and thrust forward, ramming the entire length back into her in one shot. She moaned. Taking that sensuous sound as a sign that I'd done as she wanted, I repeated the movements again. I found that I liked the rhythm and the sucking sound that accompanied the push and pull of the “cock.” By now, Vera was writhing on and wildly thrusting herself back to meet my own motions. Each time the stiff pole was buried fully within her, my own cunny was treated to that pleasing pressure as the flat back of the device rubbed me. I frantically fucked her with that fake cock until she screamed with pleasure and fell in a heap in front of me. As soon as she broke free from the thing, I grasped it in my hands and ground it against me, bringing on my own crisis.

I wanted Vera to do the same to me but she would not listen. She said I was far too young to be penetrated with that monster; besides, she had something else far more appropriate for me.

The result of this, as you can readily guess, was a delightfully naughty sixty-nine, during which I came no less than three times. Vera, more seasoned than I, came five or six times. Then, the sharp edge having been taken off our appetites, we retired to her room. Spread out on her bed, I asked her many questions, and she told me the story of her life.

It seemed she was one of several sisters, and while still quite young, her father had married a second time, her own mother having died a year before. This stepmother was very cruel to them, with the result that one day Vera and her oldest sister ran away from home. Each had quite a sum of money that enabled them to live in fine style for a time. Then, having decided that their money could not last forever, they sought employment and were fortunate in getting it. Vera got accepted to a music school, and it was here she discovered she could sing. Before very long, one of the instructors took her in hand.

It happens that there were some two hundred other girls in this school. As is common in such places, one is sure to find a chum, or pal, with whom one could find happiness. Vera, being very pretty and full of fun, had no trouble in finding several girls she liked, and from these she chose a Miss Adams, an English girl, very pretty and talented, and greatly devoted to Vera. About a week after forming a friendship with this girl, Miss Adams asked Vera to sleep with her.

Both knew this was forbidden, but liking each other as they did, both took the chance. It turned out, however, that Miss Adams had something far more interesting on her mind than sleeping. As Vera was of an affectionate nature, the other had little or no trouble in convincing her that kissing was something of an art.

This acquaintance grew into a real love affair between them and they were never happy when out of sight of each other. Nights were not enough; every afternoon they would meet on pretense of studying, and would always end the session by sucking each other off at least once.

Eventually, Vera accepted an invitation to spend the summer holiday with her new friend. At Miss Adams’ home, they renewed their lovemaking, sleeping together every night and wandering about the countryside every day. It seems this girl had a brother, and one day, when their stay was about up, this young man happened to run across Vera, who was sitting beside a small stream close to the house.

She rather liked this handsome fellow, and had made little or no effort to fight off his initial advances. This time, though, when he got overzealous, Vera attempted to call a halt, but the handsome brother thought otherwise. Instead of accepting her wishes, he became rather nasty and told her, in no uncertain terms, that he had witnessed her and his sister in bed together, and that he had seen them sucking each other.

This of course frightened her, but still she wouldn't give in to his advances. Releasing her, he said, “Very well, young lady, since you are too nice to let me have my fun, I'll just report you to the police. There is a law against such practices, and if I am not greatly mistaken, you and my delightful cunt-lapping sister will find yourselves locked up in jail!"

Vera was badly frightened. He really made her believe there was such a silly law.

This so frightened her that she consented to do anything he said, if only he would not tell of what he had seen. This was the very thing he had been fishing for, and his demands were that she allow him to fuck her. There was nothing to do under the circumstances but comply with his outlandish command, and that very afternoon he took her deep into the woods. She felt she would die of shame when he lay her down and uncovered her charms, examining and commenting on each of her fine features. She covered her face with her arms in an attempt to shut out the horror of the thing, but even with her closed eyes, she couldn't change the fact that he was soon upon her and between her thighs. Frightened, she tried to keep her legs together, but he worked his knees between her own and therefore kept her thighs wide apart. He lowered himself until his stiff prick lodged within her defenseless cunny. With one brutal movement, he rammed his cock into her. Frightened half to death at the time, her heart going pit-pat, she hadn't a very clear memory of it all. In answer to my questions as to whether he hurt her, she had to say that she could not remember. She was far too frightened to know anything beside the fact that he penetrated her to the limit, and after a most savage poking, he poured his steaming hot jism into her.

Strangely enough, she found herself liking him after this strange rape. This, coupled with the fact that he held his threat over her head, compelled her to meet him that evening. She expected to be half killed again, but she was surprised to find that instead of hurting her, his rampaging cock felt delightful. The harder he did it, the better it felt. That night he took his fill of her, giving her three splendid fucks there on the grass.

Finding herself in love with him now, she consented to go to the city with him the following afternoon. Here he rented a room. She didn't like the idea of going into a room with him, but after a short session of petting, she allowed him to strip her stark naked and lay her across the bed. Passionate by nature, she literally made him fuck her the entire afternoon!

A few days later, and after he had taken her shopping for many of the lovely undergarments she had shown to Pauline, she and her girlfriend returned to school, but not until she had tasted his splendid rammer no less than a dozen different times. She was sorry when she was obliged to leave him.

Shortly thereafter, she allowed one of the professors to fuck her a few times, and it was during this blissful event that she had the misfortune to become pregnant. She consulted her mentor, the professor who had taken her under his wing. He took her to a medical man who caused her to get rid of it, as she termed it. After that, she swore she would never have anything to do with a man again.

But, like most women, she was weak. The doctor who had assisted her had been very kind. He was good looking and soon she was listening to his pleadings. The result of this was that she allowed him to “have” her twice a week over a period of several months. She used to meet him at his office, and by following his instructions, she was able to avoid pregnancy in the future.

But after all this, she still retained her love for the girlfriend, though this friend never knew that Vera had let several men fuck her.

During all this revealing of her life's events, I had become deeply interested, and it was then that I told her of the wonderful things I had witnessed between the lovers, and Mother and Father. My descriptions were complete, and, seeing that I already understood something of the business of sex, she told me all there was to know.

Among other things, she explained how her affairs with the various men she had met made it possible for her to take into her cunny such a wicked-looking thing as the dildo. She told me the difference in men; how some men liked men and couldn't get satisfaction with the prettiest women; how there were clubs scattered all over Europe where men met and enjoyed sexual affairs with each other. She told me how much more a man could ejaculate than a women; how her friend, the professor, had taught her to suck him, and how she became a devotee after the second or third time, even getting something of a thrill out of it the very first time. She told me of those who considered it “unnatural” to kiss and caress one's partner in such a manner; she confessed that there was a certain amount of degeneracy in man when he mingled with other men for sexual purposes, but that it was considered quite all right for girls.

Naturally I had been an interested listener to all this, and when she asked for my reaction as to whether I thought it unnatural for one girl to caress another in that manner, I promptly pressed my face between her thighs.

And so we spent the night. It was a perfect Eden to me. Having the entire house to ourselves to do as we pleased, my excitement knew no bounds. I remember how, after I had sucked her, I, with a sly wink, asked her what she thought of a girl who would surrender her lips and tongue to another.

Taking me in her arms, Vera said, “I think it perfectly dreadful, little naughty, but as long as I am to be your instructor, and you insist upon learning all there is to know about it, I suppose I'll have to do the dreadful thing.” And turning, she dropped her face between my legs in what was the most delightful series of sensations I had so far experienced. I hate to dwell upon this particular event, and above all, I do not wish to tire you with a description of it all, but there was something about it at that particular time that I shall never forget.

We had already indulged in several loving embraces and the fiery edge of our passion had long since disappeared, so it was rather a lengthy caress she was obliged to render before it had the desired results.

I recall how she arranged me. I was lying upon my back and partly on my right side. My right leg was out almost straight, my left one drawn up, the heel of this foot being hooked behind her neck.

Her left cheek rested on my right thigh, her left arm was under me and clasped about my waist, her right hand resting upon or toying with my belly and taut-nippled titties. Propped against the pillows, I was in a position to gaze down into her eyes while her lips pressed the gentlest of kisses up on my pussy, now and then letting the tip of her tongue glide along between the lips. Would you believe it, my friend, when I tell you that her attentions lasted well over an hour? That every time I approached the spending point she would stop, look up into my eyes and wait until the desire to “come” had passed from me? That is the reason why I so clearly recall everything about it; that's the reason I shall always hold it as the most thrilling “love affair” I had ever had up to that night!

And so we spent the remainder of the evening. With nothing but a light coverlet over us, we slept the sleep of the satiated. But, strangely enough, we were not overtired; there was something refreshing about what we had done, something which produced sleep without exhaustion. We awakened in the morning quite renewed, though it was nine o'clock before either of us opened our eyes.

Sitting upon the side of the bed, Vera confessed her love of being about the house in complete nudity; she said she had often done this when alone. The idea delighted me! The most remarkable thing about it is that I so quickly grasped the idea. Three minutes later, we were in the kitchen preparing breakfast, our only covering being the slippers on our feet. I believed I had never been so happy in my life.

Not satisfied with being about the house in complete nudity, I opened the rear door and dashed into the garden, not stopping until I was fully a hundred feet from the house. Startled, Vera called to me to come back, but there was nothing to fear; our house was set well apart from any other and there was little or no danger of being seen. When I explained this to her, she also came out, and here we stood, allowing the warm sunshine to drench our bodies. From that instant, dear friend, I have been a devotee of the nude, going about without the slightest covering, and, whenever possible, teaching the idea to others. I have appeared among many intimate friends in a perfectly naked condition. I have attended a naked ball with some five hundred persons, and I have spent days on end in the garden of a friend of mine in London without the slightest trace of covering. There were at least thirty women there who delighted in going about naked; but all this and much more I shall relate in good time.

Arm in arm we wandered to the pond where we enjoyed a pleasant hour splashing about in the water. Drying off in the sun was another favorite sport with us-but we had to return to the house; there was no way of knowing just when Mother and Father would return. Above all, we didn't want them to catch us in that scandalous condition.

It was fortunate, perhaps, that we were tied down with studies and obligations to a certain extent, or there is no telling just what might have happened to us. For Vera became like one possessed. Returning to the house, she hurried me to her room. Producing the dildo and filling it with warm milk, she made me fuck her again and again.

I begged her to try it on me. I wanted to be penetrated with the wicked thing, but she wouldn't do it. She did put it on herself and touch me with the tip end. Here I learned she spoke the truth regarding the pain necessary to a penetration.

There is little more to tell, my dear-at least nothing you have not already heard. To retell it would be but a repetition of what I have already related. And so I shall skip over the vast number of things that happened between Vera and me and give you a recital of the more interesting and strange things that awaited me. Enough to say that I was still a virgin-in flesh, if not in mind-when Vera and I parted. And you may rest assured that our parting was amid tears. We swore to remain true to each other, but I soon found plenty of temptation which caused me to quite forget my first real love.