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
