EXCERPT “Am I like your first girl?” she asked suddenly, stepping uncomfortably close to
me.
“Quite a bit I suppose,” I replied, looking her up and down, “you are about the
same height but a little more blonde than she was.”
“No, am I right up here,” she stroked her curving breasts, “and down here?”
Her fingers moved to touch her tight groin.
I gulped, “You’re a little bigger than she was up top,” I stuttered, “and she
didn’t touch herself like that.”
Her hand moved away. “But she was very sexy, yes?”
“Not in the way you are being Madeleine, no,” I remarked, knowing what she was
about but refusing to bite. “And of course she was slightly younger than you
when I first noticed her, but then I was young too.”
“But if I was younger would you play with me like you did?”
“That would be underage Madeleine and I don’t get involved with underage girls
now I’m adult,” I snapped, “So what is your point? Now, can we get on
please?”
My lack of response angered her even more. “I know what you have been doing
with Anne-Marie and Anne-Lise,” her voice growled threateningly, “and if you do
not take me seriously I will tell it to the newspapers.”
I knew she was bluffing for she was as implicated as I but I went along for a
while longer.
“And what have I been doing with Anne-Marie and Anne-Lise that the newspapers
would be interested in?”
“You ‘ave been fucking zem,” she snarled, “all zee way.”
“So? They are old enough even though they look younger; is that what’s getting
at you?” I tried to appear unconcerned.
“Exactement!” she looked at me triumphantly. “And you are old!’
“Well, then it looks as if I will have to give you some of what Katherine had
when she looked about your age,” I said, slipping my arm around her shoulder,
“Where do you want it, your place or mine?”
“You are teasing me,” she rebuked.
“Not at all, Madeleine,” I smiled sweetly, “I thought that was what you wanted;
or do you simply want it up against this wall.”
She suddenly looked ill at ease so I took her hand and guided her back towards
the musty corridors I had been exploring. During my travels I had come across a
large room with a heap of old rugs in one corner. This is where I would take
her and take what she was offering. I had a feeling that she was in for a bit
of a shock. From the interview I recalled that she was not very experienced and
had only been involved with inexperienced boys in the main. This meant that her
exposure to really mature men had been minimal and even Phillipe, the boy whom
she had made love to on video, was much smaller than average. My sixteen
centimetres would certainly be a new experience for her and I intended to use it
to its full potential. My sense of direction is almost faultless and in less
than three minutes we had pushed open the heavy door and entered the room. I
closed the door after us and wedged the bolt in place. Daylight filtered
through the small, dusty windows leaving much of the room in shadow, but it was
light enough for our purpose. I told her to grab a couple of rugs and spread
them on the floor and soon we had a soft, resilient base for our coupling. I
told her to sit down; she did and I joined her.
“Do you want to see my breasts?” she asked suddenly.
“And more,” I breathed huskily, “From what I remember from yesterday you have
other areas of interest also.”
She grinned and slipped out of her blouse and white bra with no
self-consciousness at all. She was nicely endowed with shapely, firm tits. The
nipples were small and pink and pointed slightly outwards. With a Gallic shrug
she then unhitched her skirt and wriggled out of it. All that remained were her
white ankle socks and panties. Neither lasted long and soon she was deliciously
naked on the rug. She was very lightly tanned and her bikini area was almost
milk white except for the shock of auburn hair between her thighs. It was not
that it was thick or long just such a colourful contrast to her skin. She
exuded a spicy perfume and, even if I had not intended to lay her, I would have
been seduced by her presence.
“Now you,” she stretched herself, thrusting the mounds into the air and
splaying her legs so that her delicate cleft was revealed. I closed her eyes
with my fingertips before stripping off and leaving my clothes in a tidy mound.
I wiped the lubricant from my penis before turning round, relaxing on the rugs
and inviting her to open her eyes once more. Her eyes were like saucers when
she saw what was jutting out from my loins. She spoke in French, “You are
enormous,” she stammered, “I have never seen a man so huge, it will split me
down here.” She touched her pouting sex tenderly.
“You wanted a little of what Katherine used to have, Madeleine,” I moved closer
to her, “this is what she took willingly between her legs when she was younger
than you.”
“But it is so long and so fat,” she whimpered, “Surely you did not put it all
inside her?”
“Madeleine,” I said firmly, “Not only did I put all of this inside the first
time but I often used to leave it in there when everything came. Now, are you
going to take me or are you all piss and wind.” She did not understand the
latter expression but the general tone was enough.
“Ok,” she said, somewhat less confidently than before, “I will do it like she
did.”
“A little different, Madeleine,” I said, “We only used to play then fuck, I
would like to kiss you first, that little slit looks most inviting.”
She smiled after the penny dropped. She then flopped back onto the rug and
opened her charms to me. I knelt astride her left leg and, after stroking the
soft, furry mound, I gently placed a first kiss on her belly. I could smell the
musky odour of her arousal and nuzzled downwards towards the little gash. I had
never done this with Katherine, it was not so common or acceptable in my youth,
but now even very young teenagers were accepting the pleasures of oral sex.
Kissing her mound as I went I soon found the beginning of her cleft and, now
lying across her, I began to probe it tenderly with my tongue. At first she
just gurgled as my tongue slid up and down the sensitive lips then, as she
became bolder and aroused, she held herself open so that I could arouse the
succulent inner membranes of her vulva. Her inner lips, flushed with desire,
glistened as my tongue flitted over them on its way to the clitoris and the
vagina. Buried at the top I felt the button like growth with my lips and sucked
it out of its hood until it stood proud and tumescent. She squeaked with
passion as I attacked this most erotic of organs, her legs alternately gripping
and releasing me. I was now nearly facing her feet, ready to locate the little
love passage. She was making it so easy for me to locate her most private
entrance and I lapped at the tight opening. Without realising what I was doing
I straddled her as I sucked at her pussy. It wasn’t until I felt a pair of soft
lips enclose my cockhead that I noticed that I had placed my penis over her face
and she had taken the opportunity to return the compliment. Her technique
indicated almost total inexperience as a fellatrix but the effect she was having
could not be sustained. I gently eased myself from her hand and mouth before I
fired off down her throat.
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