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CHAPTER 1 
    The knock at the door was so timid that at first Karl thought he had
imagined it. But there it was again, a tentative tapping which sounded as if
the visitor was apologizing for interrupting him. 
		Stepping out of the shower, he reached for a fluffy, white bath towel,
wrapped it round his waist and splashed wet-footed to the door of his
chalet. He peered through the fish-eye security lens, curious to know who
was calling at this early hour. The distorting lens showed him the slender
back of a young girl in tennis gear walking away from his chalet. 
		He threw open the door. "Hi!" he called to the retreating figure. "I was
in the shower. How can I help you? Helen, isn't it?"
		The girl turned, a shy smile on her face. "Yes. I'm sorry. I've obviously
come at a bad time. I'll come back later."
		"No, please come on in - if you don't mind my state of undress."
	Again she smiled, shook her head and squeezed past him as he held the door
open for her. A fresh smell of jasmine-scented soap wafted to him as she
passed but Karl was conscious of something richer, deeper, more animal, too.
		"Can I get you an orange juice, or something?"
		"Thank you, no. I've just had one."
		"Well, make yourself comfortable." He gestured towards a low sofa.
		Accepting his invitation gratefully, the girl sat facing him, the coffee
table with his breakfast things still on it between them. The brief, white
skirt she was wearing offered no cover to her bronzed young thighs, and,
thanks to the low position of the seat, the little white panties she wore
were clearly visible. 
		When he had coached her earlier in the week, Karl had of course been aware
of the fact that she was uncommonly pretty but his attention then had been
concentrated on improving a shaky backhand. Now, however, he could see that
she was more than just pretty - she was strikingly beautiful. Her blonde
hair was cut short and was held away from an angelic face by two pink clips
at her temples. Her eyes were wide-set and were a most amazing cornflower
blue. They looked at him candidly through thick lashes while the tip of her
tongue came out to moisten her full, ripe lips.
		Beautiful though her face was, it was her vibrant young body which had
caught his eye on the tennis court and which engaged his attention now.
Although he judged her to be no more than sixteen, she had none of the puppy
fat to which that age-group is so prone. Her body was slim but deliciously
rounded at the breast and hips. The skin of her bare arms and legs was
tanned a light gold and its satin smoothness seemed almost designed to
invite a caress.
		Karl could see from the way she was looking at him from beneath lowered
eyelids that she was very much aware of the half-naked male body seated
before her. He could also tell that she was nervous about something. 	
		Beads of water glistened on his shoulders and fresh drops fell from his
hair as he shifted his position on the chair opposite her. "Excuse me a
second while I get another towel," he said. As he rose, the towel round his
waist parted and she caught a glimpse of a strong, muscular thigh covered in
curly hairs that constant exposure to the sun had turned a light blond.
Droplets of water ran from his shoulders down his broad back, and beneath
the towel his powerful buttocks flexed as he walked towards the bathroom.
		He returned with a smaller towel round his neck and used it to dab the
remaining droplets off his torso. Then, raising his arms, he began drying
his long blond hair, which the shower water had turned quite dark. Helen's
eyes were drawn to the firm musculature of his chest which, like his legs,
was covered with sun-bleached curly hairs. She yearned to reach out and
caress his skin, to feel the powerful muscles and sinews of his body. 
		Looking at her from underneath the hand towel as he dried his hair, Karl
could see her studying him closely, an intriguingly frank look on her face.
He went and stood next to the sofa.
	 	"So Helen, what can I do for you?"
		The girl blushed and looked down. "Well, it's rather embarrassing..."
		"Go on. No need to be shy. I'll be glad to help in any way I can. Do you
want some more coaching on that backhand of yours? Boyfriend giving you a
hard time?"
		"No, it's nothing like that. I'd like... I mean, I want... er... Oh dear,
I don't know how to say it." Helen blushed a charming shade of pink and bit
her lip.
		He smiled down at her. "Don't be afraid, Helen. Say it. I don't bite. Honest!"
		"All right, but can I whisper it in your ear?"
		In answer, the man bent down so that his ear was level with the sweet
rosebud of her lips. Again the fresh smell of jasmine tantalised his nostrils.
		"I'm still a virgin and I don't want to be," she breathed. "I'm sixteen
and all my friends have done it but I just don't seem to be able to find
anyone. All the boys I like seem scared of me, and the others..." She let
her voice trail off but it was clear from the expression on her face the low
esteem in which she held them.
		"Are you serious? You're teasing me..."
		"No, I've never been more serious about anything in my life. I don't want
to give myself to some spotty nerd who probably doesn't know what to do
anyway. I want a grown-up man who'll be gentle and kind." She looked up at
Karl as if to seek his reassurance that these qualities were indeed ones he
possessed. 
		"When you stood behind me on Tuesday, showing me how to hold my racquet
properly, I could tell you'd be gentle with me. Please don't say no. I'd die
of shame." Her eyes were looking away now to hide her embarrassment and
there was a charming pink flush on her cheeks.
		"My darling girl, of course I shan't say no. I'm incredibly flattered. But
are you quite sure about this? I'm thirty six, you know - almost old enough
to be your father."
		"Yes, I'm sure I'm sure, Karl. I want you to teach me everything, show me
everything. I've been plucking up courage to ask you all week. Please don't
disappoint me." 
		"I shan't disappoint you, my dearest Helen. You're an extremely beautiful
young woman and I'm honoured that you want me to be your first lover. I just
wanted to be sure you knew what you were doing. And I promise I'll be very
gentle with you."
		Yet, despite his wide sexual experience, Karl was for a moment uncertain
where to begin with this strange girl. Her face was that of an innocent
child who could have been as young as fourteen. Yet her body was that of a
ripe woman. At one moment she seemed a naive teenager, the next an adult,
confident in her own sexuality. 	
		The decision was taken for him when she sat forward on the sofa and began
pulling her white polo shirt out of the waistband of her tennis skirt. "I
suppose I ought to take this off before it gets all creased," she said,
smiling up at him shyly.
		"Yes, let me help you. We wouldn't want to spoil it, would we?" 
	Karl sat down beside her while she raised her arms to allow him to draw the
garment up and off her body. Beneath it she was wearing a lace brassiere
whose whiteness was dazzling against her tanned skin. But before Karl had
time to take in and enjoy the delicacy of the female undergarment, Helen
reached behind her and unclipped the lacy harness and let it fall onto her lap. 
		Exposed to him now were the two most enchanting breasts Karl thought he
had ever seen. The contrast between the girls's slender body, with its slim
arms, narrow shoulders and childish rib-cage, and the large, perfectly
formed globes of her breasts was startling. They thrust out proudly from her
chest, tapering into lovely cones which were in turn surmounted by nipples
of the lightest, most delicate pink. Under Karl's scrutiny, the young girl
felt her nipples begin to tighten and protrude.
		He leant forward and touched one of them, first stroking its puckered skin
gently with his fingers and then pulling on it lightly, before transferring
his attention to its twin and making that, too, swell into full erection. In
response to his loving caresses, the central stalks of Helen's nipples now
protruded about half an inch from the surrounding aureoles, which were
themselves decorated with a ring of small goose-bumps near their perimeter.  	
		The pinkness of the nipples made them look so vulnerable and tender that
Karl felt a powerful urge to suck them to give them comfort. But he sensed
that the moment was not yet quite right and that he should delay paying
homage to them with his lips until Helen was further aroused and had lost
all her inhibitions.
		He therefore contented himself with cupping his hands beneath her breasts
to feel their weight, and then with squeezing them gently to test their
resilience. On both counts his investigation found them perfect. Heavy and
ripe, they filled his hands to overflowing yet they were delightfully firm
to the touch. 
		"Do you like them, Karl?" the girl whispered, her wide blue eyes searching
his face anxiously.	
		"My dearest Helen, they're absolutely perfect. I can't tell you how
beautiful they are. And your nipples are such a lovely pink colour." He
lifted one of the delicious globes as if to show it to her and then released
it so that it jiggled provocatively on her rib-cage.  
		"I was afraid you'd find them too big. In the showers at school some of
the other girls make fun of me."
		"No, you should be proud of them. The others are only jealous. You have
the sort of figure that men dream about in their erotic fantasies. You ought
to be in Penthouse!" Karl looked toward the bedroom and made to draw her up
from the seat. "Shall we go and lie on the bed?" he suggested. "We'll be
more comfortable there."
		Helen smiled timidly and nodded her head, realising that she had set in
motion a train of events that neither she nor this handsome stranger could
stop. Before long, he would insert his erect penis into her and she would be
a virgin no more. She shivered in anticipation, wondering what the moment of
penetration, when it came, would feel like. She hoped it wouldn't hurt too much.
		Karl bent to pick her up. Her arms came round his neck and her lips found
his in a long, hungry kiss. Carrying her young body easily in his arms, he
walked into the bedroom, laid her gently on the bed and then stood looking
down at her beauty. Her tiny white tennis skirt had now bunched itself
around her waist, exposing the skimpy white briefs beneath. Helen's hands
were holding her naked breasts, squeezing the swollen mounds, boldly
fingering the rigid nipples.
		"Are you starting to get excited, too?" she asked, staring meaningfully at
a large bulge that had appeared in the towel wound round Karl's hips.
		"Yes, darling, I am," he smiled. "You see what effect your naked breasts
have on me? It's beginning to go hard."
		"I want to watch it go hard. Can I?" she begged. "I want to learn
everything about a man. What he looks like when he's excited. How it feels
for him. What he likes a woman to do. Please teach me, Karl."
		In answer, Karl leaned over the bed, kissed her deeply and then took her
hand and placed it on the huge bulge at the front of the towel. He watched
through narrowed eyes as she explored the contours of his genitals through
the fluffy fabric. Helen's eyes met his and she smiled shyly at him as her
hand began to tug at the folds of the towel round his waist. 	
		She lay on her side, her elbow bent, with her hand supporting her head,
while with her other hand she slowly pulled away the towel to reveal his
naked maleness beneath. 	
		His sex, although not yet in full erection, had nonetheless swollen to
impressive proportions and stood out almost at a right angle to his body.
Helen was fascinated to see it shift and sway as he moved to stand even
closer to the bed. 
		She stared, wide-eyed, at what she had exposed. The foreskin was partially
retracted and the shiny glans protruded from it like a young bird peering
from its nest. The testicles in their wrinkled sac hung sweetly at its root,
from where a forest of blond hair curled up across his belly, thinning as it
reached his navel and then growing dense again as it spread across his
muscular chest.
		Helen felt a delicious warmth surge through her body and a tingle of
anticipation begin between her legs. She surreptitiously rubbed the inner
surfaces of her thighs together in a vain attempt to still the tremors she
felt there. Karl's alert eye saw what she was doing and he smiled to let her
know that he was happy to share her secret.
		"Would you like to touch it?" the man asked, looking down with pride at
the distended member that now jutted out stiffly from the base of his belly.
"See, it's trembling at the thought of your soft little hand holding it."
		And indeed it was. The whole organ, which was suffused with a reddish
flush, quivered expectantly, waiting for her touch. For the young teenager,
the moment was one of magic. At last, after all the fevered imaginings of
recent months, she was about to caress a man's penis. 
		With Karl's help, she raised herself to a kneeling position on the bed so
that her plump buttocks rested comfortably on her heels. Her lover placed
one of his knees next to hers on the bed, leaving the other planted firmly
on the floor. He thrust his hips forward slightly so that the swollen organ
was presented boldly for her inspection, only inches from her face. The girl
reached out tentatively towards it and began stroking her fingertips lightly
up and down its length, marvelling at its strength and power.
		"Karl, it's huge! So big and hard," she gasped. "I'm scared. Surely it'll
never fit inside me?"
		"Don't worry, my angel, I won't hurt you," Karl said comfortingly. "I
promise you'll be able to take it in easily. A woman's vagina is extremely
flexible. After all, Mother Nature designed it to receive a man's penis!"
		"Hmm, I suppose so. But surely yours must be bigger than normal?"
		"Only slightly," Karl smiled modestly, charmed by the innocence of the
girl's questioning. 
		The cool touch of Helen's hand on its hot, sensitive skin caused the
unruly organ to stiffen still further so that it arched up almost to touch
his navel. Growing still bolder, the girl circled her fingers tightly round
the shaft, leaving its top three inches protruding cheekily from her fist. 
		"Let me show you what feels nice for a man," Karl said. He shifted his
knee slightly on the bed so as to bring his erection even nearer to Helen's
face. Then, placing his hand over hers, he helped her pull down on the skin
covering the shaft. This drew the foreskin back so that the broad, purple
head stood fully exposed to her scrutiny, all shiny and swollen. The
downward pull of her hand also had the effect of opening the tiny slit at
the tip of the glans so that the girl could see its moist, pink interior.
		"Oh my God!" she gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?"
		"Hurt, my darling? Oh no, when you pull the skin back like that it gives
me the most exquisite pleasure! Do it again. Yes, move your hand up and
down, just like that. And again. Oh yes." 
		Under Karl's expert tuition, Helen's hand began moving rhythmically up and
down the shaft, at first uncertainly but soon, as she saw the effect she was
having on him, with increasing confidence. His eyes closed and he stood
there, swaying slightly, enjoying the feeling as the pressure in his groin
built with every passage of her hand. 
		"Does that feel nice?" Helen asked, looking up at him with a teasing
little smile and milking him with confident movements of her hand.
		"Too nice, I'm afraid. If you carry on like that you'll make me come."
		"What does it feel like for a man when he comes?" the young girl asked,
still retaining her tight hold on his erection but, in light of his warning,
no longer rubbing it up and down.
		"Well, you get an unbearable ache, sort of deep behind your balls. Here,
darling, give me your hand and I'll show you where." Karl moved his left
knee further to one side on the bed so that his thighs were spread wide
apart, then he guided her hand beneath his testicles and pressed it tight
against his perineum. Helen was surprised to feel that the hardness of his
erection extended all the way back there. 
	"Then, when you start to come, the sensation expands all the way up your
cock, and it feels just heavenly, especially here, just underneath the head." 
		Karl pulled his foreskin right back with one hand to show her his frenum,
while with the other he drew her forefinger up the stiff shaft, tracing the
route that his seed would soon be following. As her finger touched the
super-sensitive skin of the frenum, the penis twitched and a drop of clear
liquid emerged from the little slit at its tip.
		"Oh Karl, what's that? Are you coming now?"
		"No, my pet," he chuckled, "that's just a drop of lubrication. A man's
sperm is a sort of milky-white colour and it squirts out in big jets,
sometimes quite a long way. I promise that when I do come you'll be in no
doubt about it! But on the other hand this little droplet does mean I'm very
excited. "
		"Will you let me see your sperm?"
		"Yes. I mustn't come inside you or we might make a baby, and you wouldn't
want that would you?"
		Helen shook her head thoughtfully and then, putting such serious matters
from her mind, she spread the glistening droplet over the end of his member
with her finger. 
		"Look, I've made it nice and shiny now," she giggled and began
masturbating him again, adopting easily the rhythm and grip he had taught
her a few moments earlier. Her other hand came up to stroke his testicles
lightly. 
		Karl smiled, sharing the obvious enjoyment the young girl was getting from
playing with him, but the ache in his testicles told him it was time to take
her forward to the next stage of their lovemaking.
		"Helen, you've seen me naked. Don't you think it's time for me to see you,
too?" 
		The girl nodded her head nervously and reluctantly released her hold on
the phallus. Karl bent over the bed and helped her move towards its centre
so that he could lie down close beside her. 
		"Don't be shy, darling. You're beautiful and should be proud to show
yourself to a man. Here, let me help you take those things off."
		With gentle hands he unbuttoned the waist of her short white skirt  while
she lifted her bottom to allow him to pull it off her. Then slowly and with
infinite tenderness he eased the panties off her hips and down her legs,
noting as he did so that the portion of the fabric which had been between
her legs was soaking wet. When she was completely naked he turned sideways
to her and, supporting his upper body on an elbow, he looked down at the
loveliness displayed before him. 
		Helen's tight young skin was tanned a delicious shade of gold, except for
the areas that had been covered by her bikini. The white stripe across her
superb breasts, and the matching white triangle on her belly, made those
parts of her anatomy seem more vulnerable, more inviting. Her pubic mound
was prominent and lightly covered with fine blonde hairs which did little to
conceal the slit that ran between her tightly closed thighs.
		Karl judged that her state of arousal was now such that he needed contain
no longer his overpowering urge to suck her enchanting nipples. Indeed, the
shallowness of her breathing, the flush on her face and neck, and the
moisture he had detected on her panties, all suggested that she would
welcome such a move. Accordingly, he leant over and licked both nipples,
savouring the texture of their puckered tips before drawing the nearer one
deep inside his mouth.
		At the touch of his lips, Helen felt a glorious ache suffuse her breasts,
an ache that she could only assuage by bringing her hands up to squeeze and
massage them. Then, with a feeling of pride, she fed first one then the
other into Karl's hungry mouth and watched his blond head move on them as he
suckled her nipples like a child. Against her thigh she could feel the heat
and strength of his shaft pressing into her. 
		The lovely sensation was now not confined just to her breasts but extended
down between her legs. She pressed her thighs even more tightly together,
thereby exerting a delicious pressure on the plump lips hidden between them.
Then, in act which surprised her with her own shamelessness, Helen parted
her legs, raised one of her knees and placed her hand on her vulva, hungrily
seeking the sensitive bud of her clitoris with her fingers.
		The man raised his head from her breasts and looked down across the satin
skin of her slim little belly and saw from the rhythmical movement of her
hand how great her need had now become. He knew he need worry no longer
about shocking her. The naive schoolgirl had become a mature sexual animal
whose arousal had expunged all feelings modesty. 
		"Let me see you, Helen," he whispered in her ear, seeing the goose-bumps
rise on the skin of her arms and breasts. He rose and knelt at her side, his
penis sticking out boldly from the cloud of hair at the base of his belly.
From her position below him, Helen's eyes were drawn to his testicles in
their wrinkled sac of flesh. The love-pouch swayed provocatively from side
to side as he moved round on the bed to kneel between her parted thighs.
		"That is so pretty," he said, his eyes fixed on the delicate folds of
girl-flesh between her legs. "Did you know your sex lips are all swollen,
Helen? And here, the little inside ones are very, very wet; and so pink, too!" 
		With the second and third fingers of his hand Karl held the outer labia
apart, luxuriating in the soft, silky feel of the light blonde hairs that
adorned them. Then he drew his forefinger of his other hand down between the
delicate inner lips to explore the opening to her vagina. Helen's
love-fluids coated it generously and he used that moisture to lubricate the
tiny pink membrane that had popped out of its covering sheath at the front
of her vulva.
		The young girl's eyes closed and she groaned with pleasure. "Oh, my God!
That feels fantastic," she sobbed. "Don't stop."	
		The man took his shaft in his other hand and massaged it slowly while
continuing to attend to the girl's hard little bud. Then, very gently, he
probed the entrance to her body with his middle finger. 	"Your vagina is
quite open, Helen," he remarked. "I'm sure this friend of mine will slip
into you easily. Open your eyes and look at him. He's ready to enter you now."
		At his bidding Helen looked up at him, kneeling between her open legs with
his massive erection held ready in his hand. It looked so huge to her
innocent young eyes that her earlier fears about her capacity to receive it
reasserted themselves. Yet at the same time she felt a deep hunger for it
which she knew could be satisfied only by taking it inside her body.
		Smiling down tenderly, Karl bent over her lovely young form and for a
brief moment sucked on each of her nipples. Then, with his weight supported
on one arm, he stroked the tip of his organ up and down her moist channel.
Bathed in her slippery fluids, it slid easily across the entrance to her
vagina, skated up onto her swollen clitoris and then back down to the rear
of her cleft before it finally nuzzled again at her expectant opening. Helen
caught her breath, so intense was the pleasure.		
		Now, at last, both were poised, ready for the moment of entry.
		"Do it, darling, put it in me," the teenager begged him. "Please. I don't
mind if it hurts. I want you to take my virginity."
		Gratefully, Karl adjusted the position of his penis at Helen's entrance
and, as they both watched closely, their foreheads pressed together, he
edged it slowly forward until most of its broad head was lodged within her
and only its flared rim was still visible. 
		Helen's cobalt blue eyes widened and her perfect white teeth bit her lower
lip as she felt his bulk stretching her tight little opening. Then, in an
act of immense courage, she grasped his buttocks in her hands, pulled his
hips towards her, and impaled herself on him.
	A small cry escaped her lips as she felt the full length of the rigid shaft
slide past the last bit of resistance and come to rest, high up inside her
vagina. Tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them away, aided by the
soft kisses her lover rained down on her cheeks and mouth.
		For a long moment Karl rested motionless inside her, anxious to give her
virginal flesh time to accommodate itself to the intrusive organ. Although
he was highly aroused, he was determined to keep a tight rein on his
excitement. On this occasion, his own pleasure was of secondary importance.
He must make this first time a memory the young girl would cherish for the
rest of her life.  
		Nonetheless, the sheath of her vagina was holding him with a grip that was
so unbearably delicious that he knew he must bring her to a climax quickly
or the tension in his scrotum would undo him and he would lose control of
his emotions.
		He lifted his upper body away from hers and stared down at where his erect
member linked their two bodies. The young girl raised her head so that she,
too, could see the conjunction of their sexual parts. The thick tangle of
blond pubic hair at the root of Karl's organ made a pleasing contrast with
the thinner, silkier curls at the base of her own stomach. And, linking the
two thickets of hair, she saw the rigid bar of flesh. How strong it looked,
how powerful!
		She rejoiced in the feel of the strong male body poised above her and
possessing her. She reached up and stroked his blonde hair, which had fallen
forward, partially shrouding his tanned and handsome face. On his upper lip,
beads of sweat had gathered and she brushed them away with her forefinger,
tracing the hard line of his jaw round to the sensitive skin at the nape of
his neck.
		The pain in her vagina had now receded and what little remained was
submerged by the delicious sensation in her clitoris as it was stretched by
the downward pressure of the male organ that still rested motionless in her
love channel.
		"I'm a woman now," she whispered proudly into Karl's ear. "I didn't think
it would go in, but it did, didn't it?"
		"I told you it would."
		"You won't come inside me, will you?"
		"No, my darling, I won't. When the time comes I'll pull out and squirt
onto your tummy. But first I'm going to make you come."
		To give effect to this promise, Karl began a slow, careful, in-and-out
motion that was designed to maximize Helen's pleasure and minimize any
lingering discomfort she may have been feeling from his initial entry. With
each inward thrust, the upper surface of his massive organ rubbed against
the young girl's protuberant little bud, and with each partial withdrawal
the delicate inner lips of her vulva clung wetly to its surface so that they
extended beyond the plump outer lips.
		Karl placed a finger at the front of her slit and gently drew back the
hood of skin which covered the clitoris. By altering the angle of his entry,
he was able to increase the friction between his shaft and the now-exposed
tiny organ, and he could tell from the change in her breathing that this
extra stimulation was raising her to new heights of pleasure. Each slow,
deliberate thrust into her vagina brought a low moan from Helen's throat.  	
		Responding to her need, he raised the tempo of his to-and-fro motion while
she spurred him on by squeezing the muscular mounds of his buttocks. Her
long, slender fingers found their way between the cheeks of his bottom and
she pulled them apart so that he could feel the cool air caressing his anus
as his hips rocked backwards and forwards.
		"I feel as if you're splitting me apart," Helen gasped, looking deep into
Karl's eyes. "It's just so gorgeous when you push it up me like that." She
wriggled her bottom on the bed, transmitting a delightful side-to-side
motion to Karl's aching organ. "Yes, oh again!" she cried. "Now suck my
breasts, please!"
		The man obediently bent his head and began sucking one of her nipples,
drawing it deep into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue and lips.
This, Helen found intensely pleasurable and she began to build to a huge
orgasm. Her hips thrust eagerly at him, matching his own powerful thrusts
and forcing her pubic mound tightly against the base of the organ that was
now buried so deeply within her.
		Then suddenly, with a cry of ecstasy, she climaxed. Her beautiful blue
eyes widened in surprise and and then rolled up under their lids as spasm
after spasm of pleasure surged through her genitals. Her clitoris pushed
itself even more boldly from its protective sheath until the sensation grew
too much to bear, whereupon it retracted moistly into her body.  
		The muscular spasms in Helen's vagina were all that were needed to drive
Karl to his own climax. The ache in his testicles had been building
relentlessly over the last few minutes and he knew that he could no longer
hold back his seed. And, now that his lover had come, he was free to let go.
		Rapidly he withdrew his penis from the young girl's enfolding warmth and
wetness. Then, rising to his knees between her widely spread thighs, he
formed his finger and thumb into a tight ring round its neck. He looked down
at the beauty beneath him and prepared himself to pay his liquid tribute to it. 
		"Look, Helen, I'm coming," he cried. 
		The teenager raised her head from the pillow and watched in wide-eyed
wonder as, with a few deft strokes, Karl brought himself to a huge climax.
The slit at the end of his penis opened and from it spurted powerful jets of
a milky fluid which felt warm as it landed first on her naked breasts and
and then on her belly. Soon, her body was covered with the pearly evidence
of her lover's pleasure.
		"Oh Karl, there's so much of it!" she exclaimed, watching as the dying
droplets emerged from his penis and fell between her open thighs. "I never
realised it would be like that. Look, I'm completely drenched in it now! You
almost spurted up to my face. Did it feel nice when it squirted out?"
		"Heavenly," the man smiled, still fondling his stem gratefully as it
slowly lost its hardness. "I thought I was going to die." 
		He lay down on top of her, enjoying the feel of her naked skin against
his, now made wet and slippery by his semen. 
		"Thank you, Helen," he whispered, "you were fantastic." 
		"So were you, darling. That was the best moment of my life. I just didn't
know sex would be that good."
		Karl's arms surrounded her, drawing her close. His lips brushed light
kisses against her eyelids and then against her lips. Soon, exhausted, they
both slept.


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CHAPTER 2
"I need another shower," Karl said when the two lovers woke from a sleep
that had restored them after their earlier exertions.=20
	He sat up on the bed, plumped up the pillows behind him and smiled down
tenderly at the young girl lying naked beside him. "How do you feel, my
sweet?" he asked, caressing her shoulder and then her breast.
	"A tiny bit sore but OK otherwise. Actually, more than OK - I feel
wonderful! Thank you for being so gentle with me, darling." She reached up
and stroked the man's hair lovingly. "I suppose I'm a woman now, not an
innocent little virgin any more. I thought I'd feel different somehow, but I
don't. I'm still the same me."
	 "Yes, and that's the way it should be. Just because you've had a man's
penis inside you, it doesn't really change anything, does it? Except that
now you can enjoy sex without having to worry about whether it's going to
hurt you."
	Swinging his legs onto the floor, Karl took Helen's hands and helped her
step down from the rumpled bed. He led her towards the bathroom. "Let's go
and shower, my little princess. I'd like to wash you all over."
	Helen decided she liked the idea of Karl soaping her nude body and thought
she would enjoy repaying the compliment. She imagined his erect penis,
slippery with soap, sliding to and fro in her hand. So vivid was the mental
image that she could almost feel the needles of water beating down on her
shoulders and stinging her tender nipples.=20
	As the two lovers walked hand in hand to the bathroom, Helen caught sight
of their reflection in a large gilt-framed mirror mounted on the wall. She
stopped, intrigued by the picture of their bodies seen from a distance. It
was hard to connect those two naked strangers in the glass with Karl and
herself. For Karl, too, the image was both arresting and stimulating - his
lithe and powerful masculine frame complemented by the softer, rounded
curves of the beautiful teenager.=20
	They stood side by side looking at each other's bodies in the glass. Their
eyes met in the mirror and they exchanged a smile. Helen giggled as Karl's
penis stirred and began slowly to swell and stiffen.=20
	"Oh look!" she exclaimed. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Karl? It's
getting all stiff. Can't you keep it under control? See, it's getting bigger
by the minute."
	Karl did not need the evidence that was so clearly presented in the mirror
to confirm the truth of the young girl's assertions. Even with his eyes
closed, the pressure and tension in his body would have told him that his
penis was lengthening and lifting. He could also feel the familiar ache
beginning in his testicles. The skin of his scrotum tightened in response,
drawing its two precious jewels up closer to the warmth of his body.=20
	Soon, the member became sufficiently engorged with blood to support itself
and it now pointed horizontally at Helen's image in the looking glass.
Looking at its reflection, which was foreshortened in the mirror, she could
see the small vertical slit at the very tip of the glans. But when she
turned to look directly at the man standing beside her, it was the smooth
pink skin of the shaft's upper surface that captured her eye.=20
	Karl's manhood was still a source of novelty and mystery to the girl. She
studied it closely, fascinated to watch the process of male erection taking
place so openly before her. Although neither of them had yet touched it, his
organ was now standing up, fiercely erect, the tip of its dark red head
protruding from the mantle of covering skin.=20
	Helen felt an irresistible urge to run her fingers up its length, from the
heavy testicles suspended in their wrinkled sac to the smoothness of the
shiny glans at its very tip. As she gave way to the urge and traced her nail
lightly up the shaft, a sigh of pleasure emerged from deep within the man's
chest. With his encouragement she added to his pleasure by taking the neck
of the phallus between her forefinger and thumb. Then, watching her action
in the mirror, she carefully pulled back the hood of skin, leaving the
bulbous head fully exposed. =09
	Helen's hand began a slow, deliberate up and down motion and she cooed in
delight at the way the skin moved silkily over the rigid, blood-engorged
tissue within. Karl watched the girl's rhythmic action impassively in the
mirror but the quickening of his breath and a slight flush on his neck
betrayed the deep pleasure he was feeling.
	Nor was Helen's own body immune from the stirrings of sexual desire. Her
nipples had puckered into two rigid peaks which stuck out impertinently from
the lovely melons of her breasts. And between her legs, a delicious tingling
told her that her own genitals were also swelling - less visibly perhaps
than her male companion's, but no less emphatically.
	"It's nice to be able to see how much you want me," she said, staring at
his sex in the mirror and holding it motionless for a moment so that she
could admire it. "When a man's excited, it's pretty obvious, isn't it?"=20
	"Yes, I'm afraid it stands out a mile!" Karl joked. "You women are lucky;
you can be aroused even to the point of coming, yet it's all discreetly
hidden between your legs."
	"Yes, but when we get wet, that shows, doesn't it?" the young girl replied
cheekily. Releasing her hold on his member, she slipped her middle finger
between her legs to prove the truth of her assertion. When she withdrew it,
Karl could see that it was indeed anointed with moisture.=20
	"You see, you're not the only one who's excited," she said, showing it to
him proudly.
	Karl took gentle hold of Helen's slim wrist and brought the finger up to
his face so that he could look more closely at the clear, slippery liquid
that glistened on it. Then, looking tenderly into her wide blue eyes, he
licked her finger carefully with the tip of his tongue before sucking it
deep inside his mouth.
	At first, Helen felt herself blush at the uninhibited directness of his
action but then she realised that his readiness to taste her intimate body
fluids was a compliment to her. She had never imagined that a man and a
woman could be so free with one another that they would feel able to do such
things. But now that Karl had opened her eyes to the way lovers could share
moments of great sexual openness, she found herself wondering what it would
be like to taste the clear droplet of love-liquid that had just appeared at
the tip of his penis, or even to drink the milky fluid she had seen squirt
from him when he came.
	The very thought of such a rude act sent a delicious surge of desire
through her young body and she had no option but once again to reach down
between her slim thighs and slip a finger into the delicate folds of
girl-flesh to fondle the hard little bud hidden there. With Karl's eyes
feasting on her every movement, she shifted her feet further apart on the
soft rug in order to give her hand more freedom to move.=20
	When she next withdrew the finger, she proffered it to her lover herself,
no longer needing any prompting from him. But this time he took her wet hand
and placed it against her own lips.
	"Taste yourself, my darling child. See how sweet you are? Yes. Now wet it
again for me and let me taste it." Once more Helen's hand dipped into the
honeypot between her legs and she brought it up to his eager lips,
glistening with the juice that was seeping from her vagina. As soon as her
lover had drunk the nectar from her fingers, she returned them to their task
of playing with her pleasure bud, where all her sensations were gathering.
	"Here, let me do that for you," Karl said and slipped his hand between her
thighs. The lips there were pouting and swollen, as he knew they would be,
and the light covering of hair which decorated them was drenched with her
love-liquids. His fingers deftly drew the labia still further apart so that
he could touch and torment the small engorged shaft that nestled at the
front of her slit.=20
	But the nerve endings of Helen's clitoris were now so sensitive that one
brief contact with Karl's finger was all that was needed to tip her over
into a shudderingly beautiful climax. She cried out and clung to him, her
arms round his neck, while the waves of ecstasy washed through her body.=20
	How could so much pleasure be possible, she wondered as she gradually
re-entered the real world from the distant galaxy of sensation to which her
orgasm had transported her. Until this morning, her sexual experience had
been limited to rubbing herself surreptitiously under the bedclothes while
her younger sister slept in the twin bed beside hers. Now, Karl had taken
her to the furthest frontiers of sexual pleasure. She knew the feeling of a
man inside her. She had watched a penis ejaculate onto her body. She had let
a man sip the juices from between her legs. She had stood naked in front of
a mirror and masturbated herself while her lover watched.=20
	But now, in the aftermath of her pleasure, a more down-to-earth sensation
began to intrude on her musings. Her bladder felt full and she knew she must
relieve herself before she could let Karl put his penis in her again.
	"Darling, I need to use the bathroom," she said. "I drank too much orange
juice at breakfast!"=20
	"Yes, I want to go, too," Karl replied, leading her by the hand into the
bathroom. "Let's do it together."
	"Together? Oh, I couldn't, I'd die of embarrassment." Helen blushed
charmingly at the thought of relieving herself in front of a man. Once
again, the mantle of the experienced woman had been shed and she had become
an innocent sixteen-year-old. Karl found her transition from teenage naivet=
=E9
to adult confidence, and back again, immensely appealing.=20
	"Really, my sweet, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. We all go pee-pee
five or six times a day. It's the most natural thing in the world. Look,
I'll go first and show you."=20
	To Helen's surprise, Karl suddenly squeezed the head of his erect penis
between his fingers. This caused the organ to wilt from its former
up-standing splendour. He repeated the movement until it hung almost
horizontally from his body.
	"A man can't urinate when it's stiff, Helen," he explained, reading the
puzzlement in her eyes. "When it's erect, it closes off the valve."
	"I'm learning a lot about male anatomy, today," Helen giggled, regaining
some of her composure. But was Karl really going to relieve himself in front
of her? It seemed so rude. And if he did, would she dare watch?
	Karl positioned himself, legs slightly apart, in front of the white china
lavatory bowl and looked over his shoulder at her. "Come and stand behind
me, Helen," he ordered. Shyly the girl came close, until the soft tips of
her breasts brushed his bare back and her smooth, flat stomach was pressed
against his buttocks. As soon as he felt her warm body touch his, Karl
released a powerful stream of urine into lavatory bowl.
	Despite her embarrassment, Helen was curious to see yet another new facet
of this strong, mysterious man. So she stood on tip-toe and looked over his
shoulder at the light yellow stream that was emerging with great force from
the little orifice at the end of his penis. Karl reached round behind him
with his free hand, took hold of hers and placed it around his organ. Then
he released his own grip, leaving her to aim the golden stream at the=
 lavatory.=20
	Through the fleshy hose in her hand, Helen could feel the trembling surge
of water as it squirted from him. Although she couldn't bring herself to
admit it openly, she was now enjoying the feeling of being able to direct
the jet wherever she wished. She began to envy men their freedom and control
in this most basic of human acts. For his part, Karl found the soft pressure
of her breasts against his back and the light tickle of her pubic floss as
it brushed against his buttocks immensely stimulating. His penis responded
by twitching in her hand, bringing a giggle of delight from the teenager's=
 lips.
	Eventually, his bladder empty, Karl placed his hand over Helen's and showed
her how to shake the long male tube to release the last few of drops of=
 liquid.=09
	"There. You see, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" he asked kindly as he
leant forward to flush the lavatory. "Now it's your turn."
	"Karl, I can't," Helen pleaded, but the pressure in her bladder was urging
her to say yes. Nor had her state of urgency been helped by the catalytic
effect of the sight and sound of the water being expelled from Karl's body.=
=20
	"At least sit down, my angel," Karl said softly as he lowered the dark
mahogany seat onto the gleaming china for her. Obediently the girl placed
her pretty pink buttocks on the shiny wood and then leant back, feeling with
gratitude the coolness of the water cistern at her back. The ache in her
bladder had now become intolerable and despite her great embarrassment, she
knew she could hold back no longer.=20
	So, with a sigh of resignation, she relaxed her muscles and allowed a
powerful stream of water to spurt out into the lavatory bowl. With a happy
smile on his face, Karl knelt in front of her and gently eased her thighs
apart on the seat so that both of them could watch the torrent of liquid
squirting from the little hole concealed between her pouting labia. He
rested his elbows on her knees and cupped his chin in his hands, studying
the charming waterfall between her legs. =20
	"Beautiful," he smiled. "You look so beautiful. A princess on her throne."=
=20
	And indeed Helen did look beautiful. Her eyes were bright and her soft
young cheeks were flushed with the blessed relief of finally being able to
release the pressure in her bladder. As she peered down at the steady golden
stream being expelled from her body, her shiny blonde hair fell forward,
framing the incredible beauty of her face. The neat triangle of hair at the
base of her silky-smooth belly was almost like an arrow-head, directing the
viewer's gaze towards the pink folds of flesh between her legs. But any such
viewer would first have had to tear his eyes away from the superb breasts
which hung forward invitingly from her childish rib-cage.
	But Karl had not yet finished with his surprises. Edging Helen's perfect
legs still wider apart on the seat, he thrust his hand between them and into
the warm torrent as it sprayed from her uretha. He turned his hand from side
to side in the stream, smiling tenderly at her and luxuriating in the
intimacy of the moment. Helen gasped at his boldness but could do nothing to
stop the flow of pale yellow liquid that was spurting from her little
opening. Karl's hand was now cupping her vulva so that the urine gushed
through his fingers before cascading onto the china below.
	Meanwhile, his other hand played with Helen's breasts, stroking their
delicate, rosy peaks into hard little cylinders which stood out boldly from
the surrounding pink of the aureoles.=20
	Now the stream of water from between the young girl's legs was fading. Karl
withdrew his hand and applied it lovingly to his now-rigid member,
moistening the taut flesh, from tip to testicles. He rose from his knees and
stood in front of Helen as she sat, displaying his penis only inches away
from her face.=20
	"You've made it all wet," she said, giggling as she reached out and clasped
its swollen length possessively in her hand. She was still amazed that she
had been bold enough to urinate with someone watching, but Karl's obvious
enjoyment of the act had now given her the confidence to touch her own
wetness on his penis without shame. Instinctively her hand began a gentle up
and down motion, sliding the damp skin over the hardness of the muscle=
 beneath.
	"You see, Helen, there's nothing that a man and a woman do together that's
wrong, if both of them want it," Karl said, nodding approvingly at what her
hand was doing to him. To emphasize the point, he bent forward and once
again put his hand between the girl's legs and drew his finger along the
moist folds of flesh that he found there. Then, looking deep into her eyes,
he raised it to his lips and licked it thoughtfully.=20
	"Now my princess, I think we'd better take that shower," he said and held
out his hands to lift her from her throne. Together they walked to the
shower cubicle and waited for the water to run hot. Then, when steam began
billowing over the top of the glass door, they stepped inside and gave
themselves over to the relaxing spray of water which beat down on their
heads and shoulders.
	With her blonde hair wet and plastered to her head, Helen looked even
younger than her sixteen years. Her wide-eyed innocent face could have
belonged to a fourteen-year-old, Karl thought, as he lifted her chin and
kissed her lovingly on her open lips. But when he leant back against the
shower wall to contemplate her naked beauty, he saw the body of a mature
woman, not a child. =09
	That nature's ripe plenitude should be encapsulated in the body of one so
young was a source of wonderment to him. And to add to that wonder, here it
was, being offered to him willingly - open and available to his touch, ready
for him to explore, caress and, in a moment, to enter.
	From a conveniently placed plastic dispenser Karl squirted a large drop of
liquid soap onto his palm and began to wash the young girl's shoulders and
then her breasts. He took each huge globe in turn, lifting it, smoothing it,
massaging it, feeling it slip and slide deliciously in his soapy hands.
Then, when the shower had washed away the bubbles, he squeezed the two
lovely hemispheres tightly together so that they bulged outwards into a
fantastic shape. This brought Helen's swollen nipples close together and
allowed him to suck them both into his mouth at the same time.=20
	For Helen, the sight of Karl's blond locks - dark now with the water's
wetness - bent over her breast, the sensation of her nipples deep inside his
mouth, and the feeling of his manly cock rubbing insistently at her hip, was
almost too sweet to bear. Although she had climaxed in front of the mirror
only ten minutes or so ago, the delicious heaviness in her genitals told her
that she was ready to come again.=20
	Releasing her nipples from his mouth, Karl leant back once more against the
shower wall and savoured the lush delights of the young body standing before
him. The hot water cascaded onto her shoulders and breasts, pouring off
their erect tips, running in torrents down her slick, brown stomach and
drenching her pubic floss.
	He turned her round to reveal the proud arch of her back as it met the
impudent jut of her buttocks. The dark tan of her lower back presented a
delightful contrast with the firm white globes of her bottom, which, thanks
to her bikini pants, had never seen the light of the sun.
	He began to soap the twin mounds, slipping his strong hands over their
smooth convexity and dipping his thumbs deep into the crease. Then, gently,
he separated the plump cheeks and held them wide apart so that he could
feast his eyes on the treasure lying between them.
	As the hot water beat down on the tightly puckered rose of her anus, a low
sob came from the Helen's throat and her face flushed a bright pink at the
shame of knowing that her most intimate part was totally exposed to Karl's
gaze.=20
	And now, to add to her embarrassment, she could feel him stroking the tip
of his penis up and down between her buttocks, teasing the sweet little pink
orifice that was hidden there, then pushing the organ's full length between
her legs so that its upper surface rubbed along her labia. Biting her lip,
Helen readied herself for the upward thrust that she knew would soon take
Karl's rigid member deep into the inner sanctum of her vagina. But the
insertion never came. Instead, she felt his fingers take over the penis's
playful task of caressing her from anus to clitoris.
	Soon the pleasure of what her lover was doing supplanted all feelings of
shyness. Helen leant her forearms against the tiles and arched her slim
brown back so that her bottom stuck out even more invitingly to her
companion's exploring hand. Karl reached up and adjusted the shower-head,
directing the narrow, powerful jet of water down her spine and channelling
it between the silken cheeks of her bottom, still held wide apart by his
other hand.=20
	The sight of this virginal young girl, now transformed into a wanton water
nymph, had aroused Karl almost beyond endurance. He could restrain himself
no longer and took his shaft in his hand and began masturbating it quite=
 openly.
	"Oh, let me do that for you, darling," Helen cried as she turned to face
him again. "I love playing with you. Here, is this how you like it?" Smiling
up at him, she began to rub liquid soap gently all over his shaft and
testicles, slipping her hand up and down the organ, and then reaching
between his thighs to wash the sensitive area behind the heavy sac. Next she
applied a drop of the fragrant-smelling gel to his glans, pulling the
foreskin right back so that every inch of tender skin was cleansed by the
water needling down from above.=20
	Karl was now badly in need of an orgasm. He held the girl tightly in his
strong arms, grasped the ripe cheeks of her buttocks and used them to pull
her hard against him so that his aching shaft was crushed between their
bellies.=20
	Sensing his sexual hunger, Helen leant back, reached down between their
bodies and began pleasuring him again, this time using both hands, one
placed at the organ's base, the other tightly enfolding its now
almost-purple head. The position of her slim, brown arms pushed her breasts
together and the up-and-down movement of her hands imparted to them a
provocative swaying motion.
	"Who taught you to do it like that?" Karl asked with a grateful smile on
his face, his eyes fixed on the teenager's puckered pink nipples.
	"No-one. I just felt like doing it. Why, don't you like it?"
	"You know I do, you wicked creature. It feels absolutely gorgeous. My balls
are aching so badly I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out much=
 longer."
	"Do you want to put it in me, then?" Helen asked coyly. "If I lean back
against the wall and open my legs like this, can you do it? Let me hold
myself open for you? There, yes! Am I slippery enough? Now push it in a bit
more. Oh yes!" Her eyes closed with pleasure as Karl's massive member at
last filled her love channel, stretching it almost to bursting point.
	Opening her eyes, Helen looked down the length of her body, between the
large mounds of her breasts, to where his shaft was moving rhythmically in
and out, partly shrouded by the golden hairs at the base of her belly. She
gathered her breasts in her hands and held them up to him, proud of their
beauty and wanting him to enjoy them too. The powerful jet from the
shower-head beat down on her nipples, teasing them into even greater
prominence. Then her slender arms came up round Karl's neck and she hung
from him, moaning softly, as he thrust to and fro within her. The hard
little bud of her clitoris had begun to protrude from the delicate folds
between her legs, and his member rubbed against it insistently with every
forward thrust.=20
	"Oh, my darling, don't stop," Helen begged. She swung her hips backwards
and forwards, working herself quite shamelessly on him as the hot water
gushed all over them. "Yes, push deeper, deeper. God, you fill me so full.
That's it, now squeeze my breasts. Oh, that feels so good. So good. Sooo
gooood!"=20
	She gasped and suddenly, with almost no warning, her orgasm was upon her.
She could feel powerful muscular spasms deep in her vagina squeeze the
invading organ while ripples of pleasure coursed through her. Her eyes
looked deep into Karl's and told him, in a way that her lips never could,
that he had brought her indescribable pleasure.
	The pressure of her contractions on his penis acted as trigger for Karl's
own release. With a shout of ecstasy, he pulled his shaft out of the young
girl just as the first jets of semen spurted from it. The milky white fluid
squirted up between their bodies and the first jets landed just below her
breasts. Further pulses from deep behind his balls ejaculated still more
sperm onto her belly, where it was laved into a white foam by the rapid
friction of his penis sliding across the smooth, wet skin.
	His breath rasped in Helen's ear as he held her tightly against him and
continued to thrust powerfully against her belly until the last drops of
love-liquid had pumped from him.
	He kissed her tenderly, showing his gratitude for the pleasure she had
brought him. She could feel his organ gradually begin to lose its stiffness
and soften now that it had delivered itself of its tribute. Leaning back,
she smiled dreamily and allowed the water to sluice down between their
bodies, washing away the last milky traces of her lover's devotion to her.


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This chapter still needs some filling out, so please treat it as
work-in-progress!

CHAPTER 3
The following day, Helen slipped away early from her coaching group, which
was relaxing with drinks on the terrace after an energetic afternoon on the
courts. Although she was a sociable young lady and always enjoyed the
light-hearted banter of these post-game get-togethers, her mind today was on
other things.
	She had found it difficult to concentrate on the tennis court, especially
when Karl had been in charge of her group. She had blushed when she first
saw him, remembering that only a few short hours ago they had been naked
together and she had received him inside her body. 
	Sensing her shyness and not wanting to embarrass her in front of the rest
of the group, Karl just gave her a friendly smile but otherwise made no
acknowledgement of the events of the previous day.
	Helen was grateful to him for this. It showed much sensitivity on his part,
she thought, and suggested to her that he didn't just see her as an "easy
lay". When she thought back now to how bold she had been to ask him to take
her virginity she couldn't believe she'd ever plucked up the courage to do
it. But she had! And there were no regrets; it had been the most wonderful
24 hours of her life.
	She hurried up the hill to Karl's white-painted chalet, which stood at the
end of a row of five, surrounded by a thick mass of bright mauve
bougainvillaea. By taking a circuitous route Helen was able to approach his
door without going past the other chalets. 
	As they had agreed in a hurried conversation as they left the courts, Karl
had left the door unlocked. The girl opened it quickly, glancing round to
check that she had not been observed, and slipped inside. With a sigh of
relief she flipped the lock and leant back against the bare wood of the door.
	From the bathroom she could hear the sound of the shower and, above it,
Karl whistling tunelessly to himself. Helen smiled at the discordant notes,
reflecting that perhaps it was asking too much of any man to be handsome,
charming, a brilliant tennis player, a considerate lover and to be able to
whistle in tune! 
	She walked to the bathroom and waved at him through the clear glass of the
shower door which had been made partially opaque by the droplets of water
that had sprayed onto it. A powerful stream of water was beating down on his
head from the nozzle above, then running off his broad shoulders and down
the hard-muscled reaches of his chest and belly. 
	How beautiful he looked, Helen thought. His skin, brown and gleaming under
the cascading water, seemed to invite her touch. His penis, relaxed and
resting comfortably on his balls, seemed so different from the fiercely
erect organ she had seen yesterday. Karl smiled, opened the glass door and
motioned for her to join him. "Come in, princess, it's lovely in here." He
lifted the handset of the shower from its hook and directed it onto his
lower belly so that the water which continued to gush from it wouldn't wet
the bathroom floor.
	The teenager needed no second invitation. She ripped off her tight white
T-shirt and then her tennis skirt and briefs. For a moment she stood
motionless, clad just in her lacy white brassiere, letting Karl enjoy the
sight of her flat belly and the fluffy blonde triangle at the juncture of
her thighs. Then she reached behind her back, unclipped the brassiere and
released her breasts from their confinement. Their nipples had already
started to pucker and Helen squeezed each in turn to bring it to full
stiffness. The sensation was pleasing to her, so she repeated it. Then she
placed a hand beneath each breast and lifted them, before squeezing them
together tightly.
	To Karl, standing in the shower with the hot water playing over his
genitals, the picture the young girl presented was utterly charming. The
youth and innocence of her face was accentuated by the little blue ribbons
which held her thick blonde hair away from her head in two bunches. Her
china-blue eyes returned his stare impudently and she smiled at him as she
continued to play with the ripe melons in her hands. Her face was still
flushed from her exertions on the tennis court and there was a patch of
dampness between her breasts.
	Karl's eyes travelled to her slim waist and then down to flare of her hips
before taking in her slim, brown thighs and calves. On her feet she still
wore white cotton socks and tennis shoes, and he could not help chuckling at
how incongruous they looked on her otherwise nude body.
	"Oh, you find me funny, do you?" Helen asked in mock anger, putting her
hands on her hips, her elbows akimbo. "And what do you think you look like
with that big thing sticking out in front?"
	Karl looked down at his penis. It had started to stiffen in a perfectly
natural response to the naked feminine beauty displayed before him but its
arousal had also been helped by the pressure of the water jetting onto it,  
	"My God," he joked, "what's that? I could have sworn it wasn't there when I
got in the shower. You'd better come in the shower and check it out, Helen,
to make sure it's nothing serious!" His free hand went to the object in
question and fondled it gently, pulling it and making it fill with blood.
	Laughing, the girl quickly removed her shoes and socks, affording Karl a
tantalising glimpse of wet, pink flesh between her legs each time she raised
her foot. Soon she was standing next to him in the shower allowing him to
direct the hot water all over her. 
	"Right, my angel, I'm going to wash every inch of you," Karl told her. 
	And he was as good as his word, though Helen could not help noticing that
her breasts and the delicate area between her legs were receiving more than
their fair share of attention. But this was not something she felt compelled
to complain about. Indeed, her quickening breathing made it plain that she
welcomed the extra attention those parts were receiving. The power of the
water jet on the taut bud at the front of her feminine slit was especially
stimulating and she held the lips of her vulva open so that the man could
see the hard little target he was aiming the water at. 
	Returning the water gun to its holster on the wall, Karl squirted some
liquid soap into his palm and slid it again between the young girl's legs.
He smiled tenderly at her upturned face and with gentle fingers parted the
feminine folds and washed every nook and cranny he found there. Then,
reaching still further between her thighs, his questing hand slid across the
opening to her vagina, along her perineum and up between the firm mounds of
her buttocks. There it began to explore her anus, washing that delicious
little orifice with yet more soap.
	To reach the deep crease between her buttocks Karl had had to bend
slightly. From this low vantage point he looked up between Helen's breasts
to see her beautiful face framed by the underside of the two luscious
globes. Her eyes were closed and she had her head tilted back so that the
hot water sluiced down her face and cascaded onto her breasts. 
	He reached up and squeezed them, holding the stiff nipples between his
fingers, playing with them and drawing a sigh of pleasure from the young
girl's throat. His face was on a level with the satin-smooth skin of her
belly and the tangled blonde mass of her pubic triangle, the hair made
darker now, thanks to the effect of the water. 
	A sixteen-year-old had no right to have a body as well developed as
Helen's, Karl thought to himself. He wondered if she had stopped growing or
whether the ripe hemispheres that now filled his hands would become still
more prominent. While retaining his hold on one of the orbs, he brought the
other down and inserted the middle finger into the pouting lips between her
slim legs. His thumb was pressed up tight against her swollen clitoris,
rubbing it from side to side.   
	Meanwhile, her own hand had closed round his erection and was slowly moving
the skin up and down its length. The foreskin had retracted under her
ministrations and the dark red, bulbous head of the glans was fully exposed.
Karl opened his legs still wider to allow his testicles the freedom to sway
in time with the motion of her hand.
	"You're at it again, you naughty child," said Karl with an amused smile on
his face as he watched her masturbate him. "You like doing that, don't you?"
	The look of intense concentration on the young teenager's face was
sufficient answer to his question but she turned her face up to him and
nodded to reinforce the point. 
	"Yes, I love watching how the end keeps popping in and out of the tunnel my
hand makes." she replied. "It's like a little animal poking its head out of
a burrow in the ground." She giggled at the thought and stroked the broad
upper surface of the glans with her free hand, pretending to herself that it
was a rabbit's nose.
	"Hello, my little baby," she crooned to her pet. "Do you like Helen
stroking your nose?" She squeezed the head of the penis gently but firmly so
that the tiny slit at its very tip stood open. "Oh look, your little mouth
is open now. How pink you are inside there." She leaned forward to get an
even closer view of her toy, with the result that her lips were now only a
few centimetres from the stiff column of flesh.
	She raised her bright blue eyes and looked up to the man's face, searching
for a clue as to what she should do next. She knew he found the up and down
movement of her hand immensely pleasurable but she sensed there was still
more she could do for him. She studied the phallus carefully, imprinting
this moment on her memory so that she could replay it over and over in her mind.
	"Helen, there's something I'd like you to do for me," Karl whispered as he
looked deep into her eyes.
	"Yes?" the teenager asked expectantly, continuing to slide the skin along
the organ's full length. "I'll do anything you want, Karl. Just tell me."
	"Take my penis in your mouth."
	The girl smiled quietly to herself. That was what she had been wanting to
do all along but had lacked the self-confidence to do on her own initiative.
But now that she had been instructed to do it by her guide and mentor she
could do so without feeling she was being unduly forward or unladylike.
	She bent forward and ran the tip of her tongue up delicately up the tightly
stretched frenum, then licked the little slit at the penis's very extremity.
The organ twitched violently at the touch of her moist tongue and she had to
grasp it tightly at its base to hold it steady. It felt so warm and alive in
her hand and she was overcome with a feeling of tenderness for this strong,
forceful man who was entrusting the very seat of his maleness to her care. 
	Helen studied the erection closely and was proud to think that she had
brought it to this state. The head was bulging, its broad rim flared and
standing proud of the main part of the shaft. She looked up at Karl's face
and saw that he was looking down at her with an expression of dreamy
pleasure on his face. She ran her tongue round the swollen rim and then,
opening her mouth wide, she sucked him deep inside.
	A moan of pleasure escaped from the man's lips. How beautiful the girl
looked, he thought, kneeling like this between his wide-spread thighs, her
soft blonde hair falling forward and tickling his belly as her head moved to
and fro.
	"Oh God, that's just perfect," he gasped. "Yes, slowly, just like that."
Helen had pursed her lips into a tight ring and was sliding it up and down
the thick shaft. The feeling as her tongue moved across the sensitive area
beneath the head was unbearably delicious for Karl and his organ throbbed
and pulsed with pleasure. 
	"Karl, don't think badly of me but I'd love you to come in my mouth," the
teenager said breathlessly, lifting her head from his penis and turning her
wide blue eyes up to him. As she spoke, her hand took hold of the hugely
erect organ, which was glistening with her saliva, and masturbated it
firmly. With her other hand she cupped his scrotum and squeezed it gently. 
	"You don't think I'm a slut to want something like that, do you?" she asked
hesitantly, watching her hand at work on him. "But I feel so close to you
and I love every bit of you. It would be heavenly to taste your orgasm." 
	In answer to her question Karl tenderly reinserted his penis into Helen's
mouth and began moving it in and out, watching her lips suck on the head as
it emerged before being re-ensheathed in her moistness. "Yes, my darling
child, I'd love to come in your mouth. I mustn't squirt inside your vagina
but you won't get pregnant if I do it in your mouth! In fact, you've excited
me so much I don't think I can hold it back much longer. My balls are aching
and I'm going to come any minute now."
	In an effort to postpone the inevitable, the man withdrew his penis from
the girl's mouth but already he was past the point of no return. He groaned
loudly, thrust his rigid sex forward and began squirting copious volumes of
milky fluid at the young girl's face. The first jets splashed wetly against
Helen's cheek but she quickly opened her mouth and directed the organ so
that the later pulses spurted onto her tongue. She found the taste of Karl's
semen intoxicating. It seemed so rich, so full of deep, musky scents and
flavours.
	Her lips closed round the phallus, letting her mouth fill with seed as the
throbbing organ continued to pump its tribute. Her eyes were locked on her
lover's, watching the pleasure she saw there, enjoying the intimacy of
swallowing the salty fluid that was still gushing from him. Karl looked down
at the child's beautiful upturned face, decorated so charmingly with the
milky droplets of his semen, and smiled tenderly at her as she greedily
sucked the last surges from the penis that filled her mouth.


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If you liked the erotic style of OPENING HELEN, you may enjoy this story of
a youth's sexual exploits with three beautiful women.

At first John felt embarrassed at disrobing under the watchful gaze of three
fully-clothed women, but their smiles of encouragement and complimentary
comments about his body soon reassured him. Indeed, as he pulled off his
tennis shirt and let his shorts drop to the floor, leaving him naked except
for a pair of navy-blue briefs, he began to feel a swelling sense of pride
that was rapidly matched by a no less prominent swelling within the pouch of
his briefs. 
	Despite his tender years, he was far from being inexperienced, having been
introduced to the delights of sexual congress by his aunt on his thirteenth
birthday. A fleeting memory of that warm summer's afternoon when she showed
him the paradise that lay between a woman's thighs caused his member to
stiffen still further. Since then, he had enjoyed many girls of his own age
and had often provided off-court 'coaching' to some of the more demanding
women guests at the tennis ranch. But this was the first time, outside his
masturbatory fantasies, that he had been with more than one at the same
time. And now he was about to take part not just in a game of 'doubles' but
in an even more novel three-on-one encounter! 
	Looking down across the broad muscles of his chest, he could see the top
three inches of his erect penis protruding impertinently from the waist-band
of his briefs. Nor did that cheeky extension escape the eyes of the three
women, who had ranged themselves in a semi-circle in front of him to watch
him undress.
	"Oh, look girls," giggled Josie shaking her golden-red hair free of the
head-band which had constrained it on the courts, "the handle of John's
tennis racquet is sticking out of its case!" 
	Still laughing, she leant forward and touched the bulbous tip of the penis
gently with her forefinger. Then, smiling down at the painfully entrapped
organ, she knelt and planted a delicate kiss on the tightly stretched skin
just beneath its head. A low moan escaped the young man's lips and, despite
the confining nature of the elastic that pressed it against his belly, his
penis gave a small, involuntary twitch.
	"I think it likes me!" Josie exclaimed, repeating the movement but this
time touching the frenum with the moist tip of her tongue. Again the stiff
member twitched, as if to confirm its agreement.
	The other two ladies, until now mere spectators, sensed that the time had
come for them too to take a more active role in the proceedings. Marie
unbuttoned her flimsy blouse to reveal a lacy white brassiere that struggled
- but failed dismally - to contain the ripe melons of her breasts. Reaching
behind her, she unhooked it and released its precious cargo.  	
	The dull ache in John's testicles intensified when he saw the brunette's
lovely breasts swing naked and free. Inside his briefs, his penis swelled
still further, almost threatening to snap the confining elastic. The skin of
Marie's breasts was a delicious golden colour, the nipples a rich brown that
matched the hair framing her beautiful face. Already, the eroticism of the
moment had tightened the nipples so that they protruded boldly. 
	Marie reached up and untied the bow which held her dark, glossy hair so
that it cascaded onto her shoulders. The upward movement of her arms lifted
her breasts provocatively, as she knew it would, and she could read the look
of admiration in the boy's face.  Her black linen skirt soon followed her
shirt and brassiere to the floor. To John's surprise, he saw that she had
not been wearing any knickers. 
	"I like to feel the air, cool between my legs," Marie explained, in answer
to the question she read in his eyes. Now she was clad only in a white lace
suspender-belt and a pair of sheer, white stockings. Framed by the wispy
fabric of the belt and the two vertical straps of the suspenders, her golden
belly, with its deeply indented navel and dark triangle of pubic hair,
presented a delightful spectacle to her companions. 
	As John watched entranced, she ran her fingers through the silky hairs,
fluffing them up so that they stood out charmingly from her pubic mound.
Then, smiling at him, she bent her knees slightly, opened her legs and
separated the moist inner lips of her vulva with her fingers, showing him
her clitoris. As Marie had intended, the boy's eyes were drawn, as if by a
magnet, to the inviting pink slit and the protuberant pleasure-bud nestled
within it. 
	"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked teasingly.
	Aroused to the point where he could no longer trust himself to speak
coherently, the tortured youth could only respond with a strangulated groan
and an earnest nod of his head.
	Kim, meanwhile, had been undressing, too. Her slim oriental body made a
pleasing contrast with the riper, European frames of the other two women.
Her breasts were small and pointed, and although her hips were boyishly
narrow, her buttocks were full and round. They were presented invitingly to
John when she turned her back on him and bent down to remove her panties
from around her ankles. As she did so, John caught a tantalising glimpse of
plump lips and a hint of moisture between the satin-soft mounds. 	
Josie, unlike her companions, had stayed fully clothed. In her elegant silk
afternoon dress she remained kneeling before the man, like a supplicant in
church, while the others came and stood, one on each side of him, to lean
their naked bodies comfortingly against his broad shoulders while they
looked down at her.
	A light breeze blowing through the lace curtains caught the perfume the
three ladies were wearing, mingled it with the hot female smell of their
bodies, and wafted its fragrance towards John's nostrils.
	"I think it's time we saw the rest of this handsome thing, don't you?" said
Josie, once more touching the exposed portion of the penis that stood
invitingly, only inches from her face. Kim and Marie smiled in agreement.
Then, as if they had rehearsed the movement, each reached out a hand and
slowly began to draw the briefs off John's hips and down his legs. 
	He watched intently as the navy-blue material was peeled away from his
aching organ. Freed from its former constraint, it jutted out proudly from
the base of his belly and swayed menacingly as he stepped out of the briefs
and kicked them away with his foot. Its expansion had caused the foreskin to
draw back so that it was gathered behind the flared rim of the head. 
	Now that the briefs were gone, John could enjoy the feel of the breeze from
the open window playing on his naked testicles. To ease its cooling passage
around his overheated genitals, he parted his legs slightly so that the
heavy sac hung free from contact with his inner thighs. This had the effect
of thrusting his penis upwards and outwards, towards Josie's waiting mouth.
But, sportingly, she declined to take unfair advantage of her favourable
position and withdrew slightly, rocking back on her heels.
	Marie, it was, who with a shake of her dark curls seized the moment.
Joining Josie on her knees, she reached out and grasped the swollen organ
just beneath its head. Then, looking deep into John's eyes, she formed a
ring with her thumb and forefinger and began to masturbate him tenderly
using slow, deliberate movements. First she pulled the skin downwards over
the rigid member so that the sensitive area beneath the head was stretched
to the limit, and then she moved it back up the shaft, folding the foreskin
over the glans and allowing the pad of her thumb to rub across the frenum as
she did so. Rhythmically she repeated the motion, drawing a sigh of pleasure
from the youth. "Does that feel nice?" she asked needlessly, her lovely
breasts swaying in time with the up-and-down movement of her hand. 
	Before John had the chance to nod his silent agreement, Marie looked up
towards Kim, while continuing to slide the skin up and down on the rigid
shaft.  "Don't you think this young man has a beautiful cock?" she asked.	
	"Yes, good enough to eat!" laughed the young Japanese, who promptly knelt
down and took Josie's place next to Marie, beneath the swaying scrotum. "Let
me taste him."
	Reluctantly, Marie ceased her movement and released her grip on John's
masculinity so that Kim could bring it to her mouth. It stood there,
displaying itself, fierce and red from Marie's ministrations. As Kim moved
forward to lick its length, the girls saw a clear drop of liquid emerge from
the narrow eye at its tip.
	"Oh look, he's weeping, poor thing," cried Kim.
	"A tear of joy," said John, looking down proudly at the object of their
attentions. "He's so happy, he couldn't contain himself any longer." Despite
the sexually charged atmosphere, he felt a delicious languor wash over him
and knew that, even though he was highly aroused, he would be able to
contain his ejaculation long enough to impress these three beautiful women
with his self restraint.	
	All embarrassment now gone, his hand went to his sex and he began fondling
it lazily, making the transparent droplet at its tip shimmer in the light
from the nearby table lamp. Kim raised herself off her heels, leant forward
and gathered the liquid gratefully on the tip of her tongue. Soon the
coaxing motions of the boy's hand brought forth a second droplet to replace
the first. With her forefinger, Kim smoothed it over the tight skin of the
glans, lubricating it and imparting a glossy sheen to the purple-coloured
knob. 	
	"Please, Kim, I need you to suck it now," John begged. To emphasize his
need, he thrust his hips forward at her, making the already prominent organ
stick out still further.
	Kim smiled up at him and edged further forward on her knees to comply with
his request. Taking him tenderly in her left hand, she fed the top three or
four inches of the shaft into her mouth. The skin of the glans felt silky
smooth against the roof of her mouth, and her tongue caressed the frenum,
delighting in the pulse of pleasure that rippled through the organ. Then her
right hand came up to cup and support his scrotum, while her left released
its grip on the shaft and moved to grasp the boy's buttocks. She could feel
the muscles there alternately contracting and relaxing as he thrust his sex
deeper and deeper into her mouth. John's hands held her head gently, almost
as if he was blessing her for the sacrament they were sharing.
	Marie, until now largely a spectator, was not going to allow herself to be
left out any longer. She moved to stand behind the youth, hooking her chin
over his shoulder so that she could watch Kim's mouth at work on him. She
slipped her arms beneath his and laced them round his chest. This allowed
John to lean back so that her heavy breasts were pressed against his back.
Supported in this position, he could feel their twin mounds squashed
lovingly against him while her fluffy pubic hairs tickled his naked buttocks
as he rocked backwards and forwards in the Japanese girl's welcoming mouth. 	
	Josie, who had moved to one side to remove her clothes, remained standing a
few feet away so that she could take in and enjoy the entire scene. Soon,
like Marie, she was naked except for a suspender belt and stockings. 
	Josie's need for relief had now become overpowering. So, submitting quite
shamelessly to the urgings of her body, she opened her legs, placed a finger
lightly against the bud of her clitoris and began masturbating. As her hand
moved gently to and fro against the tiny organ, the motion transmitted
itself to her naked breasts and caused them to jiggle provocatively.	
	The sight of Josie's breasts swaying as she groaned and brought herself to
a sweet little climax, coupled with Kim's insistent sucking on his penis,
was almost enough to push John over the edge into orgasm. From her position
close behind him, Marie could sense this and knew that if she didn't act
promptly he would soon fill Kim's mouth with his semen. So, gently but
firmly she pulled him backwards. The movement freed his erection with a jerk
and made it slap wetly against his belly, the moisture on it glistening in
the lamplight. 
	"You mustn't come yet, you naughty boy," Marie scolded. "You can only
squirt when we tell you to."
	"But my balls ache so much," John pleaded, supporting them with his hand.
"You make me want to do it. Look at my cock. Can't you see it's almost at
bursting point?" He squeezed his glans lovingly, opening the little eye and
giving them a glimpse of the pink interior. 
	"Yes, it looks ready to explode," Marie agreed. "But wait a little bit
longer, darling, the sensation will be even better if you do. First let's
all get on the bed together. You can fuck each of us in turn; then we'll let
you come while we all watch."
	"Watch me come?" he asked. "You mean you want me to squirt outside of you?"
He groaned, anticipating with relish the moment when he could just let go
and allow himself to spurt all over the naked girls next to him.
	"Yes," Josie smiled, "that way we can see just how much you love us! The
more love-liquid you produce, and the further it squirts, the more deeply
we'll know you care for us."
	"Well, I'll try not to disappoint you," John chuckled, still cradling his
aching testicles. "It feels as though I'm holding back Niagara Falls in
here. You ladies are going to get drenched!"
	Giggling, Josie took him by the hand and led him to the king-sized bed in
the centre of the room, admiring the way his masculinity swayed from side to
side as he walked. The table lamps on either side cast a warm glow on the
soft sheets and piles of pillows and reflected off the elaborate brass
headboard. For John, the bed had become a stage on which a theatrical
performance was about to take place.
	He stood there, slowly massaging his throbbing member, watching the three
girls as they arranged themselves gracefully on the bed. Through some secret
signal they had already decided that Kim was to be the first to serve him.
She knelt with her bottom presented temptingly towards him, her back arched
and her elbows resting on the headboard. Marie and Josie knelt at her side,
ready to assist John's penis make its penetration. 
	John took his position behind her and paused to savour the moment. He
smiled at Kim's two handmaidens as they knelt, one on each side of him,
dressed so charmingly in their suspender belts and stockings. Their faces
were flushed. In Josie's case, the excitement of her recent orgasm had
extended the pink blush to the upper slopes of her breasts, where there was
a light dusting of freckles. Her belly was pale and delicately curved and at
its base the curly tangle of her pubic bush was thrust forward, its
golden-red hairs catching and reflecting the light from the lamp. Returning
his smile, Josie moistened one of her fingers and slipped it between the
lips that could just be seen, pouting between her legs. She withdrew it, wet
with her fluids, and offered it to John.	
"Taste me," she instructed. Gladly the youth complied, sucking her finger
into his mouth and enjoying the salty, female taste of her intimate liquid.
	On Kim's other side, Marie presented an equally inviting picture. Her
nipples were hard and protuberant, and John could not resist leaning forward
to touch one with his tongue. Marie lifted the heavy globe in her hands to
bring it closer to his eager face and he gratefully sucked the nipple deep
inside his mouth. Her eyes closed and she felt a tremor of pleasure run from
her breasts down to the wet folds between her legs. She moved her knees a
bit further apart on the bed and, following the example set by Josie, used a
finger to explore the damp membranes that she found there. 
	Ready now to insert himself into the first of his three naked acolytes,
John brought his hands up and moulded the ripe flesh of Kim's buttocks. He
ran his palms over the silky skin and delighted in their smooth resilience.
Then, taking one lovely cheek in each hand, he pulled them gently apart to
expose the tightly puckered pink rose of her anus and, below it, the soft,
wet flesh of her vulva. 
	While Marie bent forward to moisten his erection with her tongue, Josie
took over the task of holding Kim's fleshy mounds apart. This freed John's
fingers to touch and explore the delicate flesh that was now exposed to him.
With the tip of his forefinger he drew some of the wetness seeping from
Kim's vagina, up and across the sensitive membrane of her perineum, using it
to lubricate the anal opening. Marie, who was holding his member near its
base, used it to retrace the finger's front-to-back stroking movement,
finally allowing the blunt head to end its journey poised over the waiting anus.
	"Which opening are you going to use?" she asked, looking up at John
expectantly and holding his lance ready to direct it at whichever target he
selected.  
	"I've never done it in anyone's bottom before, " John confessed. 
	"Oh, he's a bottom-virgin, girls!" Marie giggled. "Then you have no choice,
my fine young friend. You have to put it in this pretty little rear entrance
here." With that, she licked the head of John's penis again so that it was
slippery with saliva. Then, holding its root, she steered it towards its
target. 
	Kim felt its wet, bulbous tip nudging insistently against the tight ring of
her back entrance. Hungry now to have it inside her, she gripped the
headboard firmly and thrust her bottom backwards, impaling herself on the
massive organ. A low moan escaped her lips as the first three inches slipped
in, under the careful guidance of Marie's attentive fingers. For her part,
Josie contributed by continuing to hold apart the Japanese girl's peach-soft
buttocks so as to give the youth easy access and allow him a clear view of
the orifice he was possessing.
	Resisting for a moment the urge to move in and out, John paused and studied
the delightful conjunction of the male organ and the female rectum: the dark
mass of his pubic hair, the swollen length of his shaft and the enchanting
little hole into which he was thrust. His delight was shared by the two
spectators, who moved still closer to watch the act of full penetration. So
close were their two faces that Kim could feel their gentle breath cooling
the fevered skin between her buttocks.
	At last the eager youth could wait no longer and he succumbed to the
ancient instinct to ensheathe himself fully and move within the enfolding
orifice. This elicited a sigh of envy from the two watching women and a more
profound gasp of pleasure from the young girl in whose bottom he was lodged.
	Tensing his buttocks, John began a steady in and out motion, delighting in
the feel of the tight ring of muscle at Kim's anus sliding up and down his
member, from tip to base. Stimulating though the sensation was, he now felt
in full control of his own arousal, whereas every deep thrust between Kim's
silky cheeks told him that he was bringing her nearer and nearer to her climax.
	Her two helpers could sense it too. While Marie supported Kim's firm,
conical breasts and pulled lightly on their nipples, Josie's inquisitive
hand had crept beneath the kneeling girl and was playing gently with her
clitoris. The tiny love-bud was now so sensitive that a few further taps
from Josie's finger were all that were needed to bring the young Japanese to
a shattering orgasm.
	As she climaxed, Kim's fingers tightened on the brass head rail, her back
arched and her body shook with wave after wave of pleasure. It spread
outwards from the clitoridal bud between her legs to envelop her whole body.
Powerful contractions in her rectum milked the invading organ deliciously so
that John had to draw on all his reserves of self-control to prevent himself
from ejaculating.	
	Finally, her body spent, Kim collapsed flat on the bed, moaning softly.
	"Wow...," said John, withdrawing from her bottom with an impudent grin on
his face, "... another ten seconds and I'd have given her a milk
transfusion! I was on the point of coming, there."
	"Naughty boy! Remember what we said," Marie exclaimed, wagging her finger
and smiling up at him. "No squirting until we tell you to!" To emphasize the
point she gently tapped her finger twice on the tip of his swollen glans.
	"It's all very well you giving orders," John retorted, looking down at his
erect soldier. "Sometimes this fellow's got a mind of his own. If he decides
he wants to come, there's precious little I can do to stop him. Still, at
the moment he's being pretty obedient. But he says he thinks it's time now
for him to make friends with a vagina."
	"Oh mine, please," begged Marie, pouting. "The other two have come already.
It's my turn now."
	"Come and sit over here, then." John led the brunette to an upright wooden
chair, strategically placed a few feet from the end of the bed. Josie, ever
attentive, took a cushion from the bed and placed it on the padded velour
seat to make it even more comfortable for the two lovers. 
	The young man sat down and rested his back against the firm support of the
elegant chair, his thighs apart and his testicles hanging loosely between
them. For a few brief moments he stroked his hand up and down his penis,
proud to be able to masturbate without shame or embarrassment in front of
these ladies. Then, releasing his aching shaft, John held his hands out and
drew Marie down so that she was sitting facing him, supported comfortably,
legs astride him, on his thighs. His hands held her at her slim waist. 
	Resting her forearms on his shoulders, Marie laced her fingers behind his
head and pressed her mouth to his, thrusting her tongue deep inside and
allowing him to suck it. Then, coming up for breath, she leant back and
supported her weight by placing her hands on his knees behind her. Her dark
hair fell back from her head in a glossy tangle. Her back was slightly
arched and this served to thrust forward the golden melons of her breasts. 
	John's eyes were drawn to them and he felt his hands, which suddenly seemed
to have acquired a life of their own, move up to cup and fondle their firm
loveliness. They felt so heavy, so full, and he wondered for the hundredth
time how it must feel to be a woman and to have two fleshy globes suspended
from your rib-cage, 24-hours a day. But it was clear from Marie's response
to his caress that she in no way looked upon her breasts as a burden but
rather as a toy with which to enchant her lovers. 
	"Do you think they're beautiful?" she breathed in his ear, leaning forward now.
	"Perfect," the youth replied, finding it difficult to tear his eyes, or his
hands, away from them.
	"If you want to look between my legs, you can." 
	Marie's bold offer commended itself to John greatly. So, shifting slightly
in the chair, he opened his thighs wider, which drew her legs further apart.
He looked down to study the beauty his movement had exposed. 	
	Between Marie's thighs, framed prettily by her stockings and garters, he
could see the silky curls of her pubis. Through the thicket of hair, the
outer lips of her vulva pouted so that the delicate folds of the moist inner
labia were just visible. With trembling fingers, he reached down and parted
the plump outer lips, exposing the pink inner membranes to his gaze. While
he held the lips apart with his left hand, he slowly ran the forefinger of
his other hand across the vaginal opening until it became slick with her
juices. Then with infinite gentleness he touched it to the tiny protrusion
of sensitive flesh at the front of her pleasure playground. Pushing his
finger lightly up towards her pubic bone, he succeeded in sliding back the
little fold of flesh that covered the clitoris, leaving it swollen and exposed. 
	The delicious sight she presented to him might at other times have brought
John straight to orgasm. But he had now reached a high plateau of sensation.
His swollen stem and the twin-orbed semen factory suspended beneath it were
suffused with a dull ache but he knew that, for the time being at least, he
could hold back the torrent.
	Marie, whose eyes had closed in pleasure at the manipulation of her
genitals, opened them when she felt Kim and Josie kneel down on either side
of the chair and rest their elbows on her wide-open thighs so that they
could study her intimate parts. She looked down between her breasts, across
the swell of her belly, and shared with them the imposing sight of the erect
male organ standing ready to enter her. As she watched, Kim took it near the
base and began to masturbate it skilfully. The slit at its tip was now
weeping a stream of tears, and these Josie spread in a lubricating film all
over the swollen, purple glans and the foreskin that was gathered behind its
flared rim.
	"I'm ready now," John whispered. "I can't wait any longer."
	"Yes, darling boy, we can see that," smiled Josie as yet another drop of
liquid appeared on the tip of the youth's penis. "It's time to put it in now."
	Josie moistened the glans with her tongue, taking care not to disturb the
shimmering droplet, and then she and her beautiful oriental helper moved to
bring about the conjunction of the two lovers' sexual organs. While Josie
held apart the outer lips of Marie's vulva, Kim carefully steered the
massive member between the pink inner folds. 
	Marie sighed deeply as she felt its first few inches penetrate her.
Although her sexual arousal had tightened the opening, the slipperiness of
the man's pre-ejaculatatory fluid, coupled with Josie's saliva and her own
freely flowing secretions, meant that, despite its size, the head of John's
penis entered her with little difficulty. 
	Now the brunette leaned back again and pushed down on the intrusive organ
so that about half its length was inside her. Poised like that she waited
for an instant to enjoy the feeling, then she swung her hips back a fraction
so that only the head remained within her.
	Looking down between her breasts, Marie could see the diamond shape formed
by her open thighs astride John's, and, bisecting the diamond, the rigid
shaft of flesh which joined their bodies. The rim of his glans was just
visible between the plump lips but the most of the head was nestled
comfortably inside. 
	Without deepening his penetration any further, John rocked gently from side
to side. As he did so, the upper surface of his organ rubbed lightly against
the pink clitoris that was poking its head out of the little sheath of flesh
at the front of her vulva. 
	"Oh, my God, that's unbelievable!" Marie cried. "It feels so good when you
do that."
	"What, you mean this?"
	"Yes, yes, yes!" Every little side-to-side movement of the young man's
penis brought a fresh gasp of pleasure from the woman's lips.
	To add to Marie's pleasure, Josie bent over and ran her fingertips from the
tightly curled pubic hair at the base of the phallus, across the upper
surface of the exposed portion of the shaft and onto the girl's clitoridal
bud. There they lingered for a while, teasing the little organ with a gentle
rhythmic pressure. Kim watched this manipulation attentively, her chin
cupped in her hands, her elbows resting on Marie's thighs.
	For the man, the sight of this perfectly proportioned woman sitting astride
his thighs, his penis deep inside her, and her lovely body open to his
inspection, was almost too much to bear. Her lovely breasts, capped by two
deliciously erect nipples, stuck out at him, inviting him to fondle and suck
them. And her flimsy suspender-belt and stockings served only to make her
nakedness more shocking, more stimulating. 
	With a trembling finger John traced a line from the white band at the top
of her stocking, up the taut elastic of the suspender, which because of her
position was stretched free of contact with her body, and onto the lacy belt
around her slim waist. From there it continued its journey, up her rib-cage
and on to the satin-smooth globes of her breasts. The ends of her nipples
were puckered into tight little brown cylinders that stood proud from their
pink-brown aureoles. His finger stroked first one, then the other, teasing
them into an even greater erection. Now he brought up his other hand and
pulled gently on both nipples at the same time, playing with them and
eliciting a shiver of pleasure from the woman. This turned into throaty moan
when he gathered the twin globes in his hands, squeezed them together and
sucked both nipples deep into his mouth.
	"I want you deeper, John," Marie breathed in his ear when she had regained
a little of her composure. "Put that beautiful cock all the way in. Fill me
to the brim."
	"Like this, you mean?" John asked, moving his buttocks on the seat so that
his member slid deep into her love channel.
	"Yes, just like that."
	"Now shall I pull it out a bit?"
	"Yes, but not too far. Ah, perfect. Ooh, look how wet I've made it! Now
push it in again. That's it. Now out again."
	"Mmm, that feels so nice," sighed John, sliding his bottom backwards and
forwards on the silk cushion as he thrust powerfully into Marie's slippery
vagina. "It's making my balls feel so tight and full." 
	"Oh, poor things. Here, let me soothe them." With that, Marie reached down
between her legs and tenderly cradled the testicles which were swinging
backwards and forwards in time with his thrusting motion.
	"My, they do feel heavy," she agreed. "Josie, won't you help this poor
angel and hold them for a while?" 
	"With pleasure!" said Josie with a chuckle. She reached under his thighs
and formed her palm into a cup that supported his scrotal sac while still
leaving it free to sway in time with his rocking movements. She could feel a
moistness there which had seeped out from between Marie's vulval lips.
	For several minutes no-one spoke. For the man and woman engaged in the
primeval act of love, the savage sensations coursing through their genitals
had taken control of their bodies and robbed them of the power of speech.
For the two spectators, too, the rhythmic thrusting of the couple's hips and
the accompanying sound of the chair squeaking beneath them, cast a hypnotic
spell that compelled them to watch in silence. 	
	Marie's breath was now coming in short, ragged gasps. Eyes closed, head
thrown back, and working her own clitoris with her finger, she finally
tipped over the edge into orgasm. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" she
sobbed, and pumped her hips frantically while her vagina squeezed its guest
in a series of powerful spasms.
	Marie's climax was the trigger that pushed John to the very edge of the
precipice and he knew he could hold back no longer.
	"I'm ready to come now, too," he announced in a voice that was supposed to
sound strong and confident but in fact shook with emotion. "Ladies, please
may I have your permission to squirt?"
	"What do you think, girls," asked Josie with a mischievous smile. "Shall we
let him?"
	"Yes, I think he's earned it," said Kim. "It's time to see how much he
loves us." 
	The beautiful Japanese girl helped Josie lift Marie's exhausted and
satiated body off John's erection. As it popped out of the enfolding warmth
and wetness of the brunette's vagina it slapped forcefully against his belly
and stood there quivering. 
	Marie leant back and once again supported herself by placing her hands on
John's knees. Josie's hand enclosed the slippery weapon, aimed it up across
the smooth curve of Marie's belly, and began a firm, purposeful up-and-down
motion. Eight or nine strokes were all that were needed to induce a
monumental spasm in the testicles that were still being lovingly supported
by Josie's other hand. With a loud moan John began to ejaculate.
	The tiny eye at the tip of his penis dilated as the ladies bent closer to
watch. The first two jets squirted out powerfully, arching through the air
to land on the upper slopes of Marie's breasts. The onlookers gasped at the
force with which the milky liquid was expelled and they continued to watch
in wonder as jet after jet fountained from the little slit, spraying all
over the young woman's suspender belt, belly and pubic hair. Josie was doing
her best to direct the spurts onto fresh parts of Marie's body while Kim
counted the number of separate surges. But she lost track when, after the
eighth spasm, the liquid emerged in a steady stream that ran down the
engorged shaft and drenched the slim, elegant hand that was milking it.
Finally, the penis delivered itself of its last pearly drops and lay
quiescent in Josie's encircling fingers. The cataclysm was over.
	  "Wow, that was magnificent!" said Kim in admiration, bending to touch her
tongue to a large droplet that shimmered like a pearl in the valley between
Marie's breasts. "I didn't realize anyone could shoot as much sperm as that.
Maybe we should enter you for the Guinness Book of Records!"
	"I did warn you that I was damming up Niagara Falls," John replied with a
happy smile on his face. "After all, I had to produce enough for three this
time!"


