Schooled for sex

CHAPTER TWO

Martha led me through the stately home, up to double walnut doors, where we stopped. She knocked once and a strong voice told us to come in. "You go," she whispered, and ran down the carpeted corridor. I squared my shoulders and entered. Mrs. Van de Kut stood before tall windows through which the sunlight flooded, giving her a clear view of me but giving me nothing more than a silhouette. Nothing was said for a moment. Then she came closer and inspected me with a frown on her face. She was a most attractive woman, over six feet in height, icy blue eyes, chestnut hair piled on her head, a massive bosom and full hips pushing at a long gown, and she quite intimidated me. I did my best not to show it

"Sit down, Mr. Mac… Mac… oh, I'll just call you Mac," she said brusquely.

"Thank you Mrs. Van," I said. She looked at me sharply but overlooked my familiarity. Terms were discussed most cursorily. Mrs. Van sat on the couch next to me. If it hadn't been for her regal demeanor I would have sworn she was trying to seduce me. One of her hands rested lightly on my shoulder and whenever she wanted to make a point clear she leaned toward me so that her lips were far too close to mine-for comfort, that is. I started to respond to her sensuality even though my cock was a ragged, limp bit of meat that had done its duty four times in quick succession, and now wanted only rest.

The man for this job must be trustworthy," she said in softer tones," stroking my chest nonchalantly. "He must be of strong moral fibre, a man with inner strength. Are you such a man, Mr. Mac?"

"You've described me to a tee," I grinned weakly. Her hand was closing in on my cock. Every part of me was aroused except that pitiful member. There was nothing I could do about it, so I feigned indifference to her advances and tried to listen to what she was saying. Her preamble went on and on, just as her hands did. She caressed my cock openly now and weighed my balls from outside my pants. A little later she undid my zip and reached into my briefs to get at my cock. I was flushed with shame. How could I explain to her that her daughter had blown me twice in a row and had drained me utterly?

"Perhaps I'm not your type," Mrs. Van said suddenly, more to herself than to me. She pulled away from me and tugged at a length of cord dangling from the ceiling. A moment later a maid walked in. She wore the uniform of the house, black on black with a little white apron, black panty hose and black shoes. Underneath the trappings of a maid pulsed the body of a beautiful woman, that much was clear. I eyed her with interest, just as she eyed my wide-open fly. "Lorraine, would you close the door and take off your clothes for this gentleman, please. I'd like to see his response."

As if this had happened a thousand times before, the maid nodded and carried out the woman's orders. She unbuttoned her dress once her apron had been unpinned, and neatly draped both garments over a nearby chair. Then, wearing only a bra and panty hose, she removed the little hat she wore in her hair, and approached us. Mrs. Van put her hand back over my cock and squeezed it slowly as we both watched the maid take off the rest of her clothes.

My interest mounted by the second but that was all. Her big tits pushed out at me, white and bulbous, capped by pink nipples set in wide pink rings, and when she was sure she had all of my attention, she shook them from side to side. Seeing tits is one thing, seeing them in motion quite another. The sight of so much feminine wealth made me shake with lust. My face literally ached to dive in between those vanilla puddings, to smother myself and savor the smoothness of her flesh. She certainly gave me a chance to do it but the limpness of my cock made me defensive. "Very nice," I said with an approving nod, and I crossed my legs and lit a cigarette.

The maid gave Mrs. Van a questioning look. The dowager nodded for her to go on. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panty hose and began to shimmy out of it. The way her hips rotated was delicious, and the dark, triangular intimation of pubic hair under the stretch fabric set my blood coursing through my veins. And still my cock played dead. Would it ever rise again? Every inch of me was hard and hot except for that abused member! The pantyhose slid down her hips, inch by inch, revealing more white, smooth flesh, more than I could take! Now her brush of hair emerged, further down, the deeper shadow of her slit appeared, I could see it, I could taste it! But I couldn't do anything about it. She had only to call my bluff and the jig would be up.

Finally she stepped out of the garment and paraded before me stark naked. Each time she turned her back on me my hands itched to dig into those heavy masses of flesh that made up her ass. With every step her buns twisted and flounced, shook with sensual power, and then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she liked to bend over a little so that the dense bush covering her cunt sprouted out from her inner thighs, further still to make her cunt part and afford me a glimpse of pink. I was trembling all over, pulling at my cigarette and breathing in great lungs full of smoke to steady my nerves.

"Remarkable self-control, Mr. Mac," said Mrs. Van. "Yes, I would say you're the man for the job. Anyone who can resist Lorraine is definitely not red-blooded. Sometimes I wish I wasn't, because I can never resist this tasty wench. Come over here, dear, and massage me."

I expected the maid to grab hold of Mrs. Van's shoulders but instead the naked woman kneeled down before her mistress, lifted the hem of her long dress, and stuck her head under it. She moved her face right up to the matron's crotch and clearly put her all into this oral massage. Mrs. Van sat back and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh and now and then, but she was immobile for the rest. Lorraine did all the work and by the sound of it it was a labor of love to her. Her head moved from side to side and up and down under the dress, wet noises and smacking sounds abounded, and Mrs. Van seemed to melt into a puddle of contentment. I felt very peculiar. Lorraine's big, delicious ass was sticking out at the world in general, anyone would be welcome at that point. And there I was, next to my prospective employer who was getting her pussy eaten, with a vacant cunt going begging, and all I could do was sit there and chain smoke! It was the unhappiest half hour in my life.

"Oh dear!" I heard Mrs. Van say suddenly. "Stop, Lorraine, that's enough now, oh my goodness, oh, oh stop, stop, oh-oh-ooooooooohhhh Lorraine, no more, ooohh yeeeessssssss, unh, unh, aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, lovely." Brisk, businesslike, she lifted her skirt, let the maid crawl out, and resumed the conversation. "Let me feel," she said, sticking her hand through my open fly and squeezing my cock. "Just as I thought, not a reaction. Good, Mr. Mac, you're hired."

"This is a very unusual procedure," I said in a quavering voice.

"I'm sure. However, your job is to go to a girls' boarding school to find out who kidnapped my daughter, Laurel. I wouldn't want a satyr to take on that job, for obvious reasons."

"I see." Wow, that was a lucky break! A girls' boarding school! I could just see Vinnie's face when he heard the news. And I could just see my face, too. Quickly I pulled a serious expression over the gleeful one and said: "But if your daughter has been kidnapped, why don't you contact the police?"

"Nothing is certain in this case," said Mrs. Van with a disdainful smirk. "No ransom notes have been delivered, all I know is that she's missing and I want you to find her. The headmistress, a Miss Parsons, will be notified of your arrival and she will find room for you to stay while you conduct your investigation." The maid had dressed and left the room to fetch us coffee. "You see, Laurel is the sole heir to the family assets," said Mrs. Van in a hushed voice. "She may have been persuaded to elope or something dreadful, and in that case I don't want to bring the police into it and alarm the news media. She would only get a reputation that would attract other fortune hunters. You understand this case calls for discretion, of course?"

"My specialty," I assured her. She supplied me with photographs, names, and a generous down payment. An hour later I was back in the office briefing my assistants. Vinnie almost jumped through the ceiling. Without further ado he loaded the back of the car up with his snooping equipment and as soon as he was done he positioned himself behind the wheel. Peggy and I still were far from ready but Vinnie wanted to be sure that not a second was wasted on account of him. When we drove away I had to slow him down several times.

It was late in the evening when we arrived at the Moorehead School for Young Ladies. The gatekeeper pointed the way to Miss Parsons' cottage and we drove through dark, tree-lined paths to get to it. All about her cottage were large, square buildings with lighted windows. The sound of girlish laughter wafted through the peaceful air now and then, and we heard dishwashers operating in the basements. Some dim, slender forms strolled by the buildings, chattering, carrying books. I thought Vinnie was going to jack off right there and then. Luckily Miss Parsons came out to meet us.

She was a tall, angular woman with a lantern jaw, gold-rimmed glasses, and a tight bun at the back of her head. When she spoke her lips hardly moved. There was something bloodless about her and it was a testimony to my recuperation that I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck her. "Good evening," she said, "won't you come in. It's awful about the Van de Kut girl and I want to assure you that I will help all I can."

We entered her immaculate cottage and drank tea with her while I tried to find out what she did know. The result was nothing. The headmistress wanted to be helpful but she was far more worried about something else.

"Look here," she said, "while you're conducting your investigation I wonder if you could do me an enormous favor. You don't have to, entirely up to you, but there seems to be a plague of criminality among the girls. I don't quite know how to put it… but rumors have reached my ears that there's considerable self-abuse in the dormitories. If you would provide me with a list of names of the perpetrators I would be ever so grateful."

She said it in deadly earnest. Vinnie's hands flew to his crotch and Peggy covered her face to stifle her laughter. I kept a straight face and said I would do my best to get the facts on that. "Of course we may have to extend our investigation a. little," I said delicately. "I will need your permission to spy on the dormitories at all hours and all that sort of thing."

"Oh, permission granted!" said the headmistress, slapping her skinny thighs and standing up to offer me her hand. "Complete freedom, Mr. McCanoczek, absolutely!"

"Now if you'll show us our rooms," I said. Miss Parsons nodded and led us to one of the large buildings. The staircase led up to the third and top floor, passing corridors that rang with girlish voices, the odor of soap and shampoo and the sound of rushing showers, along with a few glimpses of girls in robes or in partial undress. I kept a tight grip on Vinnie all the way to our rooms. At this stage of the game I certainly didn't want him blowing it for us.

The rooms were on the same floor as the girls' rooms. The senior girls had their own cabins, as Miss Parsons called them, and the juniors slept in twenty-bed dormitories. It struck me as strange that the headmistress would put us in with her charges, especially since we would have to use the same shower and toilet facilities. I didn't question it, figuring she was too otherworldly to know about sex. Much later I would discover that the opposite explanation was true.

"So, here we are," I said to Vinnie and Peggy. Our rooms were connected by side doors. Peggy took the middle room, as usual, and we stored the equipment in my room because I had a wardrobe that could be locked. When we were settled in we met again in my room and started to discuss tactics. A knock on the door interrupted us.

"Hello, hello, hello!" said Vinnie when he opened the door to find a lovely eighteen-year-old at the other side. "What might you be looking for, my pretty!"

"Down, boy," I told him. The girl gave Vinnie a withering look and came right toward me. She had on a robe that had been securely tied about her willowy body. Long, blond hair fell over her shoulders, still damp from a recent shower. Blue eyes peered into mine crossly.

"May I ask what you are doing here?" she asked imperiously.

I explained it to her in as few words as possible, meanwhile taking in the intimation of firm tits under her terry cloth robe. She would do for an entree. The proximity of so many young girls excited me. Not that I seriously intended to chase after them. No, I had a job to do. But it titillated me and then there were always surprises inherent in such a situation. "Perhaps you could give me a lead on Laurel's disappearance?" I said.

"Miss Parsons must be going mad," was all the girl said. She turned on her heel and left the room.

"My goodness," Peggy commented, "what is this, a school for apprentice princesses? Have you ever seen such a snotty little bitch, Joe?"

"I hope they're not all like that," I said, a sentiment that Vinnie was quick to second. "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower." I stripped and wrapped a large towel about my hips, slipped into a pair of thongs, and walked down the corridor toward the showers. At once dozens of heads popped out of doorways and I found myself the object of everyone's curiosity. Giggles, whispered comments, a few rude suggestions, followed me along the corridor. I felt myself blushing. When I reached the door to the bathroom I opened it a crack to check if anyone was inside. All was silent "Fore!" I yelled, just to make sure. No response. At last I walked inside and after a thorough check of the cubicles I let the towel drop and turned on the water. I was hard as a rock for the whole time under the shower. Anticipation, fantasies of girls entering the shower and removing their clothes before they saw me, and just the knowledge of being in the thick of teenage pussies kept me that way. Yet, as long as I took over washing myself, nothing happened.

Before I could venture out into the open again I had to run cold water over my stiff cock to get it down, and only then could I wrap the towel around me again. This time no one was watching. I peered into a few of the open doors -and saw the girls going about their business as if nothing unusual was happening. They were playing cards, writing letters, doing their homework, sleeping-it was infuriating! Even if I didn't want much to happen, this much indifference depressed me. And if it depressed me, it drove Vinnie to the brink of suicide. He made the trip to the showers and back without anything happening. By midnight all the lights were out, and in desperation he and Peggy went to their respective beds.

In spite of myself I kept the tight on for some time in the hope that one of the girls would see I wasn't yet asleep. It was no use. No one came near my room. In the end I turned off the light and turned over to go to sleep. There wasn't a sound in the building. All those lovely girls were resting for the next day of school. What did they know about men and sex? After all, I told myself, this was a school for young ladies, and young ladies weren't suppose to know about such matters. Certainly Miss Parsons wouldn't tell them anything.

I had dozed off and was well on the way to the very depths of sleep, when something aroused me. For the first few minutes I didn't know what it was. I did notice that it was pleasant. Something warm snuggled up beside me, smooth, too, and flaxen hair brushed past my skin. That meant it wasn't Peggy. A small hand rubbed my belly. That did it. "Who's there?" I asked.

"I'm Cissy," said a high pitched, girlish voice.

"Who?" I groped for the light switch and when my eyes had stopped smarting I saw a small and very pretty girl in the bed beside me. "Hey, do you want to get caught here? Go on, get out of here, get back to your own bed!"

"Don't worry," she said, turning the light off. I turned it back on and stared at her. What was her game? The bedclothes covered her up to below her shoulders, and those shoulders were most affecting. She was nineteen, give or take a year, a slender girl with big brown eyes and long dark hair, her lips were full and her cheekbones were high, and one day she was going to drive men wild. But until then she ranked as jail bait in my book and she was also jeopardizing a very good job. On the other hand she felt very nice beside me, and when the sheet slipped a little I saw two small, firm breasts that made my mouth water. She must have seen how weak my flesh was because she turned the light off again and snuggled up against me. I felt her little hand reach for my cock. It was as hard as a board. Cissy giggled and pressed herself against me so that the sparse down of her pussy brushed against me.

"Ah, what the hell!" I said, and gave in to this young temptress. My hands ran over her and experienced her slender, silken skin, her hard little tits and her firm young buttocks, and now her arms embraced me and her head pressed against my chest as her narrow loins crushed into mine. Slowly, savoring the forbiddenness of it all, my hand went down to feel her little cunt-and there it was, in my hand, practically naked to the touch, its wide cleft accentuated by its chubbiness, hot, moist, and slippery. And while I groped around, sensing her silken purse with every nerve at my disposal, she stroked my prick and balls with all the zeal of a child with a new toy. My cock felt twice as hard and twice as big as normal and it urged me to do something with it!

Suddenly I became suspicious. What if this was a practical joke and all the girls were standing outside my door listening in? I pulled free from Cissy's lascivious embrace and quickly padded over to the door, paused a moment, then pulled it open. There wasn't a soul out there. I felt like a fool Cissy turned on the light to see what I was doing, and as I made my way back to the bed she remarked: "What are you worrying about? No one knows I'm here."

"Why are you here?" I asked, getting back into bed.

"Please don't talk," she said softly, and her hands pushed away the bedclothes to add weight to her point. I found myself gazing at the most delicious young body I'd seen since my sister had grown into a woman. Cissy stretched out like a contented cat and eyed me with a mixture of mischief and horniness. She was toying with me but I couldn't do anything about it. She was lovely! Her breasts were like upturned saucers, white with pink and innocent nipples. Little desserts they were, all the whiter for the rest of her body, which was evenly tanned. Down further there was another white patch around her loins, and in the focal point of that part of her rose her pubic mound. The bone thrust up from the concavity of her belly, and it was adorned by a thin cover of dark hairs which did nothing to conceal the full cleft of her pussy. I could hardly breathe. My cock throbbed agonizingly. Cissy was wise beyond her years, it seemed, because she rolled over and brought her mouth very close to my cock. I stared at her in astonishment.

She took the flushed knob of my throbbing dick into her mouth, opening wide to accommodate it, and did her best to take more than just my glands inside. She was too small to do it but her attempts sent delicious chills coursing through my whole body. The pressure on my knob was terrific. Her lips were stretched about it tight as elastic bands, and the feeble play of her tongue made it all the more excruciating. Her childish face was red with the effort of trying to go down on me, and whenever long strands of hair fell over her face she brushed them away impatiently and attacked my cock with redoubled vigor. Slowly she managed to get some of it inside, toiling onward, but by that time I wanted something quite different. That full-lipped, almost bald little cunt of hers had captured me, I wanted to get to know it better, explore it, eat it! Gently I dissociated myself from her mouth and slid down into her crotch. Cissy made herself comfortable at once and waited with eyes closed for me to do my stuff.

Smooth lips, silken, firm, smelling of baby powder, piss, and the womanly odor of mushrooms. A delicious combination! My head reeled as my tongue ran down between her parted cunt lips to scoop up the secretions of her excited hole. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me, a thirty-nine-year-old man going down on a girl twenty years his junior, risking his professional reputation for a bit of snatch; but I was there and nothing could have dragged me away from her at that moment. My tongue wormed its way into her cunt hole as far as it would go, passing through a tight, elastic washer to get inside, and she groaned as she gave way to me. If my tongue gave her that much trouble, what would my inflated cock do to her? There was only one way to find out, but later… later!

I held her tight buttocks in my hands, cupping and squeezing them while my tongue worked into the walls of her cunt and licked at the olive juices oozing out of them. My prick was wedged between my belly and the sheets, rubbing back and forth in vain. Not long now. Her girlish hips were jerking up and down rapidly, her hands were on her little tits, mauling, grasping, desperate, and her breath whistled through her throat. I unleashed all of my experience on her pussy, eating, licking, biting, sucking her little twat in between my teeth and harrying it until she had to stuff the corner of a sheet into her mouth to stop from waking up the whole block. "Do it to me!" she groaned. "Please, please, do it now! I want it so much!"

I looked up from her cunt and saw her slender body stretched out before me through a thin hedge of pubic hair. Her breasts had almost disappeared now that she was on her back, just hard pink nipples sticking out. She looked so young, too young… but then I looked back down at her cunt and saw that it was wide open, pink, dripping wet, and ready!

I moved up higher and brought the tip of my cock up against her cunt hole. I still expected her to change her mind, but even when my thick knob pressed down on her yielding flesh she did her best to let me in. The resistance was tough. I reached down to her lean, tender buns and pulled them apart, so widening her pussy hole. The first half inch clipped inside and lodged securely in that tight ring of flesh. Now Cissy developed some misgivings. Her arms clasped me in a desperate hug and her teeth sank into my neck. She had her legs wide apart and kept her ass up off the bed, but even that didn't ease the pain. "Please be careful," she whispered, and it sounded like a sob. "I'm… I'm still a virgin!"

I jiggled my knob about inside her until the spit and the juices formed a film over my knob and allowed it to slip in a little further. It felt terrific but I had to restrain myself. In and out, very carefully, spreading the moisture and relaxing the cunt muscles bit by bit. Cissy clung to me for dear life, groaning with the expectation of pain. An inch was inside her, she was getting slippery now, her muscles were yielding to my inexorable force. Another inch, it was starting to get easier by the second-and then, resistance. I pushed harder and nothing happened, it wouldn't go in deeper. Cissy let out a strangled cry and right away I understood that for her the moment of truth had arrived. At once I pulled my cock back until only the tip of it had contact with her cunt. Then, with a sharp thrust, I broke her hymen and shoved my tool up her to the hilt Cissy looked like she was going to expire from pain but I kept on fucking. I let go her ass and started to squeeze her tits to distract her from her pain. Gradually she got over it and, as my cock barged in and out of her wet, slurping little pussy, she started to fuck me back. Her nails were in my back, her tongue somehow got to my ear, and her hips were bucking under mine in opposite time. As I threw myself into the down stroke she thrust herself up so as to get that extra bit of oomf, and when I pulled back she pulled away to leave my cock poised and trembling in empty space. Cissy was a fast learner, obviously.

There was no condescension left in the way I fucked her now. Even if her cunt was still girlishly tight and her voice was too high-pitched to belong to a woman, I treated her as a seasoned lay just the same. My cock went up her to the hilt every time, driving in so far that our pubic bones gnashed together. My lips closed over one of her nipples and my hands went back down to her ass to fondle and squeeze those succulent little orbs of flesh. Thanks to Peggy and little Martha Van de Kut, my ejaculation was a long time coming. My cock went sort of numb after ten minutes of solid pounding, stiff, frozen almost, and I gave Cissy enough cock to make up for whatever she had missed out on in her sexual life.

Only when she started to writhe under me did she put a real strain on my dick. Her supple, elastic pussy trapped my cock deep inside, and twisted and jerked it this way and that, masturbating it in a way, and in no time at all the dam burst. My body arched tautly as the hot semen barreled along the stem of my cock and exploded inside her freshly deflowered pussy. Cissy hadn't been expecting that. The moment the warm douche hit her innards she let out a long, drawn-out wail of delight, and her body quivered from head to toe while she clung to me like a drowning woman. "Oh God!" she said when the spasm of ecstasy had passed. "Was that an orgasm?"

"That was it," I nodded. I barely had the strength to light up a cigarette. Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, I let the smoke find its own way out of my lungs. "Now tell me," I said tiredly, "why did you come into my room?"

"To get laid," she replied. Cissy sat with her legs drawn up, her head forward, watching the sperm dribble out of her cunt. "Will that stop eventually?" she asked.

I tossed her a hand towel and continued my questioning. Cissy wouldn't say anything except that she had wanted to dispose of her hymen and I seemed like the man to do it. In one way it seemed plausible. Yet I didn't trust her. There was something going on in this school. Her entry had been too slick-welcome, of course, but the timing was too right. I shook my head and told her to go to her own bed. Cissy pouted.

"Don't you want me anymore?" she asked.

"It's not that. I'm just tired. It's been a long day."

"You mean you can't get it up again?"

"Now wait a minute! What do they teach you at this school, anyway? The sign said this was a school for young ladies but you're acting like a young tramp!"

"I read books," she said simply. "Men always say they're tired when in fact they can't get it up. But if I can make it stand up will you make love to me again?"

I picked up the hand towel and pointed out the spots of blood. "Isn't that going to be too painful for you?"

She threw the towel aside and started to stroke my cock with both hands. Now that it was limp she was able to get her mouth around it quite easily, and I could tell she took considerable pleasure in swallowing my greasy, cunt-soaked slug. First she cleaned it from to tip to toe, and then, taking a firmer grip on it with her lips, she started to tug on it. She stretched it as far as it would go, then moved her head forward quickly to take all of my dick inside her mouth, and after a few chews and squeezes she repeated the same process. In spite of the long and hard day I felt a trickle of life flowing back into my member, just a little bit, but enough to make it expand noticeably. Cissy looked up with excitement sparkling in her eyes. Back down she went, tugging, stretching, working her lips around my oversensitive flesh and caressing my belly and balls with her small hands.

It was a charming sight I propped myself up on a couple of pillows and lit another cigarette from the butt of the old one. Cissy lay between my legs, her long brown hair falling like a curtain before her face until she pushed it out of the way. Then I could see my half-hard cock, dark brown and swelling, sticking up into her mouth, clenched between those rosy, full lips. I'd had better blow jobs but none could match this one for sincerity. Cissy was really getting off on it. As she sucked, one of her hands snuck down to between her legs, and I could tell by the moving muscles in her arm that she was toying with her pussy. That excited me as much as her sucking. "Let me see you play with yourself," I said hoarsely. At once she moved over and lifted one leg out of the way to show me how her index finger rotated about between the cunt lips. My cock sprang up to assume its maximum proportions, and once more it filled her mouth to bursting.

Cissy went at it with greater persistence this time, though. After some time my knob disappeared into her mouth, and a little later half my cock was inside. Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes bulged with the strain, but she kept my cock there until it was hard enough to dig clams with. Then, with a gleeful expression, she got on top of me. She squatted over my dick and reached down to guide it inside. But when it touched her cunt she grimaced in pain. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes… yes, I think; so," she said bravely. She tried again. My cock had the taste of cunt again and it did its best to crawl into her. The pain was too much for her. No position we tried improved the situation. "I'm sorry," she said finally, "but my pussy hurts too much. Funny how the pain started after you stopped making love to me."

"Very funny." Goddamnit, I wanted her badly now! There was only one thing to do. "Give me a handjob then," I told her. She agreed to that and sat down on her haunches beside me to get to it. Her fist closed around the lower half of my cock and moved up and down with a steady beat. While she busied herself with my dick, I was able to gaze deep into her pussy. The way she sat showed me everything, and that certainly helped my erection. The only problem was that she didn't know how to give a good handjob. Her timing faltered, she was timid where she should have been forceful, and vice versa, and no matter how lovely her pussy looked to me, my erection was getting wobbly.

"Here, let me do it," I said. "You just strike some interesting poses for me, okay?"

"Oh, that's really naughty!" she squealed, and obliged me at once. She started off by turning her back to me and bending down to look at me through her legs. From that position her pussy literally bulged out from between her thighs, a fulsome little fig bursting with pink flesh and glimmering with its own juices. Above it was her little asshole, a dark dot out of reach of her hairline. And above that her delicious cheeks, rounded and taut. New energy surged into my cock, but I beat off slowly. This was too enjoyable!

Next she sat on the footboard of the bed and parted her legs wide, then let one solitary finger dangle casually between her cunt lips, not actually masturbating but on the verge of it. The lewdness in her eyes set me off. She was teasing me, showing an independent sexuality that easily matched mine. Nineteen years old and already an accomplished temptress! My hand slid up and down along my stiff cock and I felt the warmth suffuse my entire body, right down to my curling toes. The backs of my legs were sweating, my hips were moving up and down, and my eyes burned into the delicious, pink flesh and that weirdly convoluted bit of skin behind which her hole lay, a reticulated orifice, looking like it would choke on a raspberry pit, but really able to swallow a pig. At that moment all of the pussies in the whole wide world bore down on me. Such a wondrous appendage, and every woman had one! There was the paradigm of pussy, right before me, mine to touch or eat or fuck; and yet I preferred to look and beat off over it, as if paying homage to the cosmic cunt.

"I love this!" exclaimed Cissy, watching my cock with shining eyes. "I've never seen a man do this before, but it's so sexy! Oh Jesus, I'm so close to coming! Can I play with myself a bit, too?" Without waiting for an answer she started to move her finger about in between her plump little cunt. Her eyes half closed and her body grew taut as she rubbed herself into ecstasy. A current flowed between us, doubling all of our pleasures as we watched the other do a solo. I moved closer to her, my nostrils twitching to pick up her heady scent. Not long now. I got up on my knees and faced her on her level. Our faces were close together, our hands worked furiously, we were flushed, sweating, our eyes feverish, another tug, another rotation, wet sounds came from her cunt, I was panting. "In my mouth!" she groaned, opening up wide. With an immense effort I struggled to my feet and, knees bent, brought my cock to within an inch of her mouth. She started to croon a weird, erotic song of passion, waiting, fingering, and I beat off harder, faster, until the moment came. Thick blurts of sperm flew out and landed on her extended tongue, gathering numbers with every stroke of my fist, until she had enough to drink down. At that moment she lost her balance and flopped forward on the bed, still fingering herself furiously until she, too, came and became quiet.