'“Ah, that was a magnificent fuck. Yet I fear that all is not well for, unless I am much mistaken, I thought I noticed a frown of disappointment flicker across your face?” he asked as I turned my head slightly to one side. '“No Ronald,” I replied truthfully. “I thoroughly enjoyed making love with you. If there is any disappointment it is only because we have finished so soon and I am still feeling randy!” '“Is that all, dearest?” he exclaimed delightedly. “Oh, but this is a situation easily rectified.” He took my hand and cupped my fingers halfway round his sticky pole. “Just rub my cock up and down and watch it swell up ready to fuck you again.” 'This turned out to be no idle boast for it took only a few moments of frigging before he raised himself above me and this time he let me guide his knob between the squishy lips of my infatuated pussey. Once he was settled inside my welcoming quim he needed no further urging and I eagerly lifted my hips to salute his thrusting tool. His cock was very thick and I was in heaven as he pumped his throbbing prick to and fro and he played with my breasts, tweaking my titties as they bounced back and forth, moving in perfect rhythm with the movements of his cock. My cunney was still soaking with Ronald's jism and my own love juices but it was still gloriously tight and when he increased the tempo, slamming the entire length of his shaft inside me, I thought I might expire with happiness. Oh, how the fiery currents surged through my pussey and crackled their way through every inch of my frame. In no time at all I was twisting and rolling around like a crazed animal and I shouted out: 'Tuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” in sheer uninhibited lust. '“Shush, shush, my precious, you'll wake up the whole house,” he breathed as he reamed the furthest niches of my cunney with his rampant rod. Our mouths melded together in a luscious French kiss and as we wiggled our tongues wetly in each other's mouths, he jetted his powerful emission of hot, creamy spunk just as I too reached the dazzling peaks of a truly magnificent spend.
'Well, that is the story of my first experience of the joys of love-making. As you can imagine we continued to fuck until Ronald simply had no more strength. I sucked his cock back to erection three times more that night before we crept back to our beds just as the first rays of the sun began to break through the darkness of the night sky.' Here Diana ended her tale and after giving me a grateful nod of thanks she drank deeply from the glass of lemonade which I had poured out for her. 'Did you see him again?' I asked, wriggling wound to try to accommodate my bursting cock which had naturally stiffened up to full erection whilst I listened to the stimulating story of Diana's sexual awakening. 'We did manage one more night of bliss. Alas, there were to be no other opportunities for us to indulge ourselves in any further fucking as Ronald and my brother had arranged to spend time with Professor Aspis, one of the world's leading authorities on bats, who was playing with our friends the Grove-Radletts, who live on the Kentish coast near Heme Bay.'
'Bats?' I echoed in astonishment. 'For God's sake, what's so interesting about bats?' 'Not a great deal as far as I am concerned, but Professor Aspis is paying the boys ten pounds each to assist him in catching a certain kind of bat which can only be found in caves around that area. Ronald has become quite fascinated by these little creatures, which ignorant folk think are sinister and demonic.
But, as Professor Aspis has shown, they play an important part in nature and are very helpful towards us as they eat many harmful pests.
In tropical climes, there are bats which feed on fruit and many trees are entirely dependent on bats to pollinate their flowers and disperse their seeds.' 'So if it weren't for the bats shifting the seeds-'
'- there would be a lack of wild species of dates, figs, guava and others,' finished Diana. So not only had I fucked my first girl but I had also learned something of the habits of the bat-material I would make good use of when Mr. Pilcher, our science teacher, set us an essay on a subject of our choosing. But my thoughts were still centred around matters connected with human biology-namely, whether the beautiful Diana would allow me to fuck her again before we parted. I even made so bold as to ask but she shook her pretty head and said: 'No Rupert, I really don't have the time. But meet me tomorrow afternoon around half past two in the old barn next to our stables and we can enjoy ourselves again there.' Her reply brought a gleam of pleasure to my eyes but suddenly my face fell-tomorrow morning I would be playing host to my chum Frank Folkestone. 'Drat it!' I exclaimed as I spelt out my predicament to Diana. 'No, don't worry yourself-bring Frank along and I'll ask my friend Cecily Cardew to join us,' she cried. 'We'll have some real larks, I promise you, if your friend can show her a good-sized stiffstander.' My heart leaped with joy. 'I'll say he can-Prank's prick is the biggest in our dormitory. When he gets a hard-on his shaft rises so high that the tip is on the same level as his belly button.' That's something Cecily and I will really look forward to seeing- goodbye, Rupert, and thanks again for posing so patiently.
When I've finished all my work, I'll frame my study of your body and give it to you for Christmas. See you tomorrow in the old barn.'
We kissed each other fondly on the cheek and I walked home briskly to arrive just in time for tea.
CHAPTER TWO. A Whoresome Foursome
The sunlight was already beaming through my bedroom curtains when I awoke early the next morning. As usual, my sturdy young penis was as hard as a brick and, as was my regular habit, I gripped my smooth shaft in my right hand, frigging it slowly up and down as I closed my eyes and dreamed with lustful anticipation of what might be in store for me that afternoon. The previous evening I had tossed myself off twice thinking about how Diana Wigmore had sucked my cock and then later had allowed me to fuck her. It occurred to me that I should not spend this morning if I wanted to perform properly in the afternoon. But there was no way I could resist rubbing my prick in my closed fist until I had spent copiously all over my pyjamas. In my haste I had forgotten to reach out for the spunk-stained handkerchief I kept hidden in my bedside drawer! I have always enjoyed a good wank and take issue with those foolish folk who warn against the practice for supposed reasons of health or morality. On this occasion, though, after the riches of genuine fucking, the joys of self-induced simulation were but limited. I cursed silently as I leapt out of bed and unknotted the cord of my pyjama trousers. I put them in my laundry basket and hoped that the sticky stain would be undetected by the servants before the offending garment was washed. I looked at my watch. As it was only just after six-thirty, I decided to polish up some verses I had composed when I returned home after my fateful meeting with Diana. I sat at my desk and, after poring over an exercise book, pronounced myself satisfied with the following poem of praise to my new-found love: