For example, after discussing Mrs. Robinson's hypnotic confessions, Katie said: 'You know, it was interesting that a member of the working class such as Walsh the window cleaner had the finesse needed to make a good fuck great. After all, many men from the very cream of Society do not understand the subtle nuances of fucking, especially those who are well hung and who know it. Oh yes, they know that we can be excited by seeing a nude man with a flaccid cock, if his knob hangs over his balls. 'But simply just sticking your big shaft into a wet pussey isn't enough-after all, anybody can do that if he has the equipment for it. No, once a man gets a hard-on, I like a little foreplay like having him hover over me and rubbing his erect prick up and down over my breasts and belly and then finally on my clitty whilst he tells me how beautiful my breasts are or how juicy my pussey is and how much he loves my body. That will start me off and then I like him to begin inserting his shaft in my cunt, just a little at a time. First his helmet goes in and then when he pulls it out the feeling of the ridge rubbing against my pussey lips is simply divine.
Fred Nolan is very good at foreplay, by the way. Once he starts fucking in this style he puts his hard shaft in just a little further each time and the tension builds up deliriously. I find this much more exciting than just having every inch of a cock inserted immediately.
Mind, even after a good fuck, I am often still usually highly charged and it is really super if my lover licks my cunney or manipulates my clitty with his hand after he has spent because that will make me come or give me a second orgasm if I've spent already. 'What is really dreadful is if he just rolls over once he's finished and doesn't even kiss or hold you afterwards. And I hate it when a man says “Did you come?” If I have, he'll know it and if not, well, we can always try again. But when he asks me I have the feeling that what he's really trying to do is asking me to rate his love-making abilities, which is unnecessary. Simultaneous spending is over-rated anyway, in my humble opinion.' 'You are really knowledgeable about l'art de faire L'amour, Katie,' sighed Barbara. 'As I said before earlier today, I do so admire your adventurous spirit. Here am I who have yet to experience the joy of feeling a prick up my cunt. Mind, I must confess that I am not totally without experience. For instance, I did have a very strange evening with a girl named Lizzie Hollywood the other week which led to my cunney playing host to other fingers than my own and, come to think of it, something else besides a strange hand! 'But let me first tell you about Lizzie. She is a pretty girl of about our age who I met for the first time at an exhibition of English Post-Impressionist art at the Manor Hall Gallery in Leeds. The wealthy textile magnate, Sir Louis Segal, donated some works from his collection and I met Lizzie at a reception given by Sir Louis for supporters of the gallery (my Mama has been a patron for many years).
We got to talking and she told me she was an art student. As I was on my own-I was staying the night with my old friend Angela Bidder and I had the keys to her house-I accepted Lizzie's invitation to dine with her at the Queens Hotel. We drank a bottle of wine with our splendid meal and what with the aperitifs we had consumed at Sir Louis's party, I was feeling more than slightly woozy by the time we had finished our desserts. “Come upstairs and lie down on my bed for a bit before you leave. Give me your friend Angela's address and I will ask the reception desk to send word to her and inform her that she should not wait up for you,” suggested Lizzie and, taking my hand, led me to the elevator. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I certainly had imbibed not wisely but too well for I collapsed on the bed and in an instant was deep in the arms of Morpheus.
'I woke up a couple of hours later and for a few moments I was totally disorientated and wondered dizzily where on earth I was!
Then I suddenly remembered as I looked at my wrist-watch, for the bedside light was still burning and I saw that it would soon be midnight. I shivered as I felt a cool breeze blowing through the half open window. I raised myself up to shut it and it was only then when I looked in the long wall mirror that I suddenly realised that I was stark naked! I looked wildly around for my clothes when Lizzie came in from the bathroom. She was only wearing a cream silk nightrobe through which I could see the dark protuberances of her nipples as she walked towards me.
'“Ah, you've woken up at last!” she smiled. “Do you feel better now?” '“Yes, thank you, I feel fine and dandy after that rest. I am so ashamed though, falling asleep after dinner but I'm afraid the bottle of Chateau Mouton-Rothschild went straight to my head,” I stammered in reply. 'She came and sat by me and stroked my hair. “It doesn't matter at all, it really doesn't. I hope you don't mind but the night air is so warm and you looked so uncomfortable that I undressed you whilst you were sleeping. I've hung your clothes up in my cupboard and before you worry your pretty little head about it, I've also let Angela Bidder know that you're staying the night here and that you'll contact her first thing in the morning.” 'She then slipped off her robe and lay down next to me.
“You don't mind if I join you, Babs, as I'm feeling rather tired too,” she murmured, snuggling up dose to me. Lizzie was really a very attractive girl with long blonde hair that she let down to fall over her shoulders, whilst her light complexion and slender figure contrasted so well with my own rather dark looks. She moistened her rich red lips with her tongue, showing her sparkling white teeth. Her legs were next to mine and I must admit that our figures complemented each other perfectly, even our pussies blended so well, mine brown-haired and curly, hers silky and blonde. '“You still look tired,” Lizzie said softly. “Why don't you put your head on my shoulders and close your eyes?” I readily complied, feeling totally relaxed and though Lizzie was soon stroking my sides and fondling my breasts in a most intimate fashion, I made only the slightest token attempt to stop her. “What are you doing, Lizzie? That's very naughty, you know,” I admonished her drowsily. '“Just relax my love and let me pay court to your beautiful breasts- aren't they large? They are so much bigger than mine,” she cooed and I offered no resistance as she continued to caress my bosoms, cradling them in her hands. I closed my eyes as I felt Lizzie's lips close upon my right nipple and swirled it in her mouth, sending chills of desire running up and down my spine. She moved her hands up and down my body now in smooth, gentle titillating strokes and to my own surprise I found myself growing more and more aroused with each caress. As her knowing fingers inched towards my pussey I felt my thighs stiffen and my hips involuntarily thrust forward in tantalising anticipation of what was to come. 'She slid her long fingers into my dampening muff, moving them deliriously inside as the heel of her hand rubbed my clitty which rose up to greet it until it was as hard as a tiny walnut. “Ah, I've found your secret spot, have I not?” she whispered as she drew firm little circles around my clitty until my entire body was squirming with pleasure. Without ever taking her fingers from my clitty, she brought across her other hand and dipped a long forefinger in my squelchy hole. The sensation was so electrifying that I sat bolt upright and moaned: “Oh Lizzie, that's wonderful!” “It's wonderful for me too, darling. Finger fucking your cunney makes me so wet,” she breathed into my ear. “Feel my pussey, it's positively dripping waiting for your touch.” Without protest I let her take my hand and place it between her cool, firm thighs. I trailed my fingers through her silky blonde cunney hair and we covered each other's mouths with burning kisses as we finger fucked each other's cunnies.
Lizzie then moved her head down and nuzzled her red lips around my curly brown bush. “Darling, what a perfectly delicious crack you have!