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I have been reading a diary I kept of events nearly
twenty five years ago, and the nostalgia for that incredible two years of
my life prompts me to write this story. My name is Bruce. This is a true
story of my last year of study and my first of post graduate work, back in
the early seventies when women’s lib and the pill had created the sexual
revolution, and there was not any such thing as AIDS.
Although not as tall as some, I suppose you can say that at that time I
was average in height. Although I had never worked out, I have always been
fairly slender and as I have become older, have filled out to be fairly
well muscled. At the beginning of my third year at University, I had met
Gillian Bale’s friends at the University Camp for “Freshers” just before
the start of the University’s first semester. About 8 were sitting on the
grass of the Great Court, in front of the Library, lazing at lunchtime,
when I approached the group of “freshmen”. It was a fine March day, warmth
of the deep blue of the sky cooled by an occasionally fluffy white cloud.
A warm and lazy afternoon, just right for avoiding the assignment writing
and research in the Library. Josie, the blond student I had spent some
time with at camp, had her head resting in the lap of her boyfriend, Bill,
and the others were scattered in a circle on the lawn.
“I am selling tickets to the best party of the year. It’s a fundraiser for
a good cause”, I informed them, “and I know you will all totally regret
not being there, so I have at great difficulty acquired just enough
tickets just for you and your friends”.
After asking about the band, venue, the fundraiser and the other
entertainment, and with a little more haggling, Josie, Bill and the other
students I had met already agreed to buy one.
“What about you”, I said to the mane of long and wavy silken black hair
that was turned away from me, attached to a long-legged and lithely
graceful body, stretched out on the grass.
The girl lifted her face to look at me and I was struck by the greenest
pair of eyes he had ever seen – they were like deep set emeralds, like the
shadowed leaves of a dewy rainforest, with long lashed lazy lids that gave
her an exotic, otherworldly appearance. She had a tawny complexion, a long
neck and tiny pearl shell ears, giving her an air of a frightened faun.
For a second I lost my easy, breezy manner of the last few minutes.
“I am sorry, we have not met”, I found myself stammering, as I sat,
cross-legged on the lawn in front of her.
Josephine said, “Bruce meet Gillian Bale, we call her Gillbale. She went
to the convent with May and me.” she continued. “Gillbale this is Bruce,
the guy we told you about at the camp”.
“Delighted!” I murmured, as Gillbale raised herself like an uncurling cat.
Her low cut blouse, gave me a temporary sight of the small but perfect
globes of her breasts. She was wearing a white lacy bra. She noticed my
look and smiled slowly and secretively in my direction.
“Likewise”, she said shaking my hand. “I have heard about you”. Her skin
was warm and smooth. “If I buy a ticket, what’s in it for me?” Gillbale
asked me, quizzically.
“Ah… for you there will be a special surprise prize.” I confided.
“What’s that?”
“I cannot tell you now, then it would not be a surprise. Come and find
out!”
“OK, I’ll hold you to that promise” she said giving me a slow wink and
reaching into her purse for the money.
I then rose to seek other buyers, regretting at having to leave such an
interesting creature. She radiated a peculiar animal attraction, more
deer-like, or even feline than human. She seemed to move with a grace of
someone supremely confident in her body and its abilities. It was only a
brief meeting but for the remainder of the week I found it difficult to
get the memory of that momentary encounter with her out of my mind.
I have had a vast number of women friends but not many with whom I have
had a long term romantic attachment. One long-term girlfriend from High
School had gone her own way the previous year when she had transferred to
another college, and despite my passion for the woman, she had always
considered it a Clayton’s relationship - one of convenience – the
relationship you had when you were not having a relationship. Clearly I
had invested emotionally in this romance more than she had.
I bumped into Bill and Josie in the University Café later in the week.
“What’s the surprise you have for Gillbale?” Josie asked.
“I’ll have to think of something”, I confessed. To tell the truth, I had
been so obsessing about the woman, and so busy selling tickets and
studying that I had completely forgotten my promise. She had been nightly
haunting my dreams even though we had hardly exchanged a dozen words.
“Take care with her. She has been asking after you. You know, for some
reason you made quite an impression, she has not stopped speaking of you
since you met,” Josie said, lowering her voice, “she and her identical
twin, Bernadette Leanne, who we call Bernanne, have a very difficult
situation at home. Their father, whom the girls adored, died when they
were twelve, and their mother took in a lodger to help make ends meet. He
is a very abusive man, an alcoholic, and got her mother into a dependent
situation upon him, which he has exploited. The mother became pregnant,
but lost the baby with his beating. The girls escaped being r*ped by him
by being sent to boarding school, at the convent with me. As if it were
not already bad enough, the nuns probably succeeded in increasing their
fears of sexuality even further. Neither of the sisters has ever before
had a boyfriend.”
I promised I would be careful, but found myself distractedly thinking that
what Josie said about her lack of experience did not square with the easy
sensual confidence in herself that Gillbale seemed to radiate on the grass
when we met. It seemed strange Josie asking me to take it slow as I was
far from the sexually experienced individual Josephine seemed to take me
for.
The night of the party was huge. Over three hundred guests had arrived,
and I found much of my time was taken up behind the scenes making sure
that everything went smoothly. More drinks were required. The Bouncers
needed reinforcements, and more food was ordered in. It was during a lull
in the music that I saw Josie, Bill, May, Gillbale and their other friends
arrive. Gillbale was wearing a Chinese style green-silk cheong-sam, that
matched her eyes, and the tawny cream of her complexion. The modesty of
the eyeletted buttons from below her navel up to her throat was offset by
the slit sides that flared from mid-calf almost to her waist. It wasn’t
clear whether she was wearing panties at all – clearly she was out to make
a huge impression and it was certainly not one the nuns at the convent
would have approved of. They took a table not far from the door.
Midway through the evening, I found that things were going well and he had
at last some free time. Just then I felt a cool hand on my cheek and
turned to see Gillbale smiling at me.
“I have come for my surprise. What is it?”
“The rest of the evening with me! I am your slave for the evening.” I
said, brazenly. It was unlike me to try such a corny line, but Gillbale
seemed to lighten at the thought.
She looked across at me. “Where is your girlfriend? Won’t she be jealous
of my attention.” she asked innocently. I explained that I was currently
unattached, and had been for a little while.
“OK”, she said, “I have never had a slave before. Does my slave dance? I
take it you do dance, and not just get everything organised for everyone
else?”
And then began our dancing together. When she moved with me onto the
crowded dark dance-floor, it was with a lissom grace of someone who had
withdrawn into a private world of her own. It was hard for me to catch her
eye, she had retreated far into another realm. And yet when the band
played a slow number she stepped into the circle of my arms as though it
was the most natural thing in the world, the place in which she always had
belonged. It was as if we were alone, and yet it was not familiar but with
an excited expectancy that was electric. Her emerald green eyes gazed into
mine with an intensity that caused us to enter into our own private world,
oblivious to everyone else. My hands moved down the silk of her back and
when they reached her bottom, I realised that she was wearing only the
thinnest of thongs, hanging from her hips and passing between each cheek
of her buttocks. As my hand moved over the curves of her bottom she
shivered, and she pushed even closer to me, if that was at all possible.
By this time my erection was beginning to grow (as they tend to do for all
young men at such an age finding themselves in such a situation). I was
sure she could feel the ridge in my jeans but she just rubbed her belly
against its contour whilst her slightly smiling gaze never left my eyes.
It was as if she was making up her mind about a secret she alone
possessed.
My hands slid to the slits at her waist and moved down her naked sides
over the orbs of her buttocks under the silk of the cheong-sam.
“No! Not ….. not now!” she squirmed out of my grip. “Not yet at least!
Slave! Behave!” she broke her reverie, smiling as she slapped my wrist,
and stamped her foot.
“Where did you get this amazing dress?” I asked.
“It comes from Hong Kong with a matching set of pants. I just took them
off, when I left home to liven it up somewhat.”
“It certainly works. I think you just about have every eye on you
tonight”, I told her.
“So long as my slave’s eyes don’t go wandering anywhere else. You
promised, you are mine tonight!”
And then, by way of compensation for having slapped my wrist earlier, she
reached around my head to cup it in her hands, drawing me closer for our
first tentative kiss. She seemed a little unsure of how to proceed but
pushed on as if experimenting with the feeling of butterflies in her
stomach. She shut her eyes, and I felt the damp smoothness of her lips as
they slowly parted to the promise of the warm moistness beneath. The
perfumed warmth of her breath was a bonus. A little soft probing and
meeting of hesitant tongues and then it ended. A little bead of saliva
held us together as we pulled apart. She licked her lips, as if tasting
the saliva of our embrace. She seemed to feel a little weak in her knees.
She looked at me keenly as though having made a decision, as her mouth
returned for a second attempt, opening wider into her first ever full
French kiss. It was as if some gate to paradise had briefly opened for
her, and she felt weak in the legs as my tongue met to dance the first
time with hers. Her perfumed breath had an attractive musky odour I could
not place. She almost staggered, and grabbed my forearm for support,
pushing my loins even tighter into her belly, if that was at all possible.
The band then stopped its bracket and the floor emptied. Gillbale seized
me by the hand drawing me back towards her table.
Unfortunately at that time a scuffle broke out by the bar and I had to
break free and help settle the issue. I leant forward to apologise, and
explain over the noise of the music tape that was playing that I had to go
and sort things out, and Gillbale turned that instant to kiss me yet
again. Our lips met briefly and again that hidden promise of a revelation
of more, briefly opened to another world. I shouted to her that I had to
go, but promised to return. She said, as her slave, she would hold me to
my promise and went to join her friends in their corner table. I caught
her looking at me over her shoulder as she left.
Peace restored, I carried a tray of drinks across where Gillbale and the
others were sitting. She moved across and made place for me next to her at
the sofa against the wall at her table.
“I hear you have an identical twin sister.” I said as I leaned forward to
her ear. “Why did you not invite her here tonight?”
“We usually do everything together, but she is more mathematical than me
and is doing sciences, and has a major exam tomorrow. Otherwise, we always
do everything together, but with your invitation I found I wanted
something for myself alone….. I am glad that I did, I don’t want to share
you with her…. yet.”
Almost nonchalantly as we were talking, her thigh pressed nonchalantly
against mine and her hands moved around my leg as she leaned forward. She
squeezed my inner thigh gently and I felt my tumescence stirring quietly.
By art or design, she seemed oblivious to this effect she was having. She
was one hot lady, despite what Josie had warned me about concerning her
background and family.
“Do you share everything with your sister?” I asked curiously.
“Well yes, almost. Mother always dressed us identically and she would call
us by either name. Even she could not tell us apart except….”
“Except what?” I asked
“Except I have a birthmark that Bernanne doesn’t, but when it doesn’t show
no one can tell”, she blushed for some secret reason. “And she is better
at Maths and Sciences and I am better at Literature and History. At school
people would always call me Bernanne and her Gillbale. They would try to
give us distinguishing ribbons to wear but we would swap them. You are
probably the first friend I have had who has never, yet, called me
Bernanne at least once”.
“What is it like having someone with whom you are so close?” I asked.
“In our case it’s like being partly the same person. She will have a
thought and I will find I am having the identical same thought at the same
time. We will often finish off each other’s sentences. It is only since we
started in classes at Uni that I find she is not with me, and this has
been an odd sensation. I find myself looking for her, and sometimes get a
strange feeling of being only half a person! Or that I am her, looking at
me. Almost like a conjoined Siamese twin missing my other half. Doing a
different course than she does has made me feel very strange, almost as if
I have just started my own life. In fact, tonight is the first time I have
ever been out socially without her being there too.”
“What about the others in your family?” I asked.
“We are the oldest. My brother David is nearly two years younger, and is
doing an apprenticeship. My sister Jane is still at primary school, and
the baby, is Melody, she is only two. Dad died just after Jane was born,
Melody was born later, she was my half sister, the daughter of Damiono,
our lodger.” She paused, “I hate him.” A look of utter rage and anger
suffused her features for a second. Then she shrugged, “Enough of me what
about you?”
And so we talked until the next bracket of the band. As it was tuning up,
she grabbed my hand and said.
“Come on, slave, lets dance!”
With the next slow number, she spiralled once again into my arms, put her
hand on the back of my head and drew me down into the enveloping perfume
of her long wild hair. Her lips found mine once again, and the sudden
shock of her mouth opening wide beneath my own led to an urgent fencing of
our tongues. I instantly felt a lightening bolt of my erection, raising
the front of my trousers like a tent pole. I tried arranging myself to be
less conspicuous, but she noticed my embarrassed adjustment and smiled,
just pushing herself against him, clearly feeling the lengthening rod of
my penis lying along her abdomen. All the time she gazed up into my eyes,
swaying to the music. The repeating bars of the band, her swaying, and the
gaze of her almond shaped, long-lashed green eyes, was most hypnotic. My
hands caressed the length of her upper arm and we kissed again, and I
could feel her melt a little beneath my hands, the tension leaving her
back as she almost fell against me.
“Come on you two”, Josie said laughing, “The band is taking another break,
or are you more interested in your own music? At least come off the dance
floor, you are getting me hot watching you!”
This established the pattern. And so it continued for the remainder of the
evening, growing more and more intimate with each of us finding excuses to
touch and caress the other. Jammed into the tight space of the cubicle
between dances, her hand resting high on the inside of my thigh, we found
themselves caught in a slowly rising spiral of a tightly controlled sexual
frenzy. It was as if we could not find enough excuses to keep touching
each other, hand to arm, resting on my shoulder, touching my back,
caressing her neck, touching her ear, slipping to cup my bum, brushing
against her breast.
“You told me you don’t have a current girlfriend otherwise she would be
here… Are you a virgin?” she suddenly asked me, after one extremely
intense session on the dance floor.
Nothing ventured nothing gained, I decided honesty was the best policy. I
replied I was. She asked me why a good-looking guy like me hadn’t lost his
cherry yet. I explained that I had been involved in a couple of heavy
petting sessions with the previous girlfriend, but nothing came of it. The
girl had seen me as an interval between two much more serious
relationships. I was the type who had many female friends, but did not
seem able to get them to develop beyond a good friendship. She said that
the nuns had warned them that all boys were sex maniacs and just wanted to
get a girl to sleep with them as soon as they could. “Are you like that?
Would you bonk any woman who came close to you?” She asked, provocatively.
“No, I couldn’t. At least I don’t think so.”, I replied, “I could only do
it with someone perhaps who had a way of getting into my soul. It would
have to be someone close, …… possibly like you (I added under my breath).
Someone who I felt could love me as much as I loved them.”
I asked her the same question. “Are you a virgin?”
“Yes”, Gillbale replied, “I am, ….. and it’s a pain!”
“Why?” I asked, incredulous at the direction the conversation was taking.
She explained that she and Bernanne had discussed losing their virginity
ever since the nuns had tried to give them sex education lessons. Sex had
been the single major topic of conversation in the hot-house of the
convent school dormitories. Girls, like Josie, who were sexually active
would entertain the others for hours with stories of their sexual
conquests.
“But Josie has been together with Will for at least four years, I
understand”, I said.
“Yes, but that did not stop her from entertaining us with their lives”,
she replied.
She explained that her mothers’ lodger had tried to catch one of the twins
alone once or twice. He would try to catch them when they showered, or at
bed time. Her face contorted again with the hate I’d seen the first time
she mentioned him. She then changed the subject.
“Having an identical twin sister was the best sex education I could have
ever had”.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
She paused as if considering what to say. She gazed straight into my eyes.
“ Seeing her fanny naked and close up was like seeing my own, and when I
touched her sexually, it was as if she touched me. You see, we know each
other really well, but we have decided, in going to University it is time
we took the next step as far as the opposite sex is concerned. We both
decided we would set out and deliberately lose our virginity. But you have
no idea how hard it is finding someone just halfway decent.”
I had never known a girl to be so frank and forthright. It temporarily
left me speechless. She paused again, “That is why I am glad I have you as
a slave for tonight”.
She looked at me for a moment seriously, as if making up her mind about
something important, then she leaned forward to whisper “What would you
say if I told you that I have planned since we met that I will no longer
be a virgin after tonight! All week I have been thinking about it. I want
you to be the one to make me a woman!” The band started up again. “And I
want you to remember this song forever, as the music playing at the moment
when I offered you my virginity, and asked you to make me a woman”, she
whispered in my ear, “I want you to make love to me tonight, slave! Will
you?” She kissed me again, tentatively adding “Please?”
I had never been so openly propositioned by anyone before, and was a
little taken aback at her offer. She had been drinking but clearly was not
inebriated. And I had been attracted to her from the start, but had not
been so aware that the attraction had been so mutual. To be quite honest,
she had been my fantasy partner all week in my youthful nightly
masturbation sessions, and now suddenly it seemed as if my recent dreams
had a chance of coming true.
“Your slave is yours to command! I must confess that being a virgin at 19
years of age is a bit of a burden for me too. Are you serious? I cannot
think of anyone I have ever met who could be better, with whom I would
rather to lose my own virginity? I have been fantasising about you ever
since we met. Are you certain? How can we get it organised? Who are you
going home with?” I asked still astounded at my luck.
“I had arranged for Josie and Bill to drop me off, but if…”
“If you don’t mind waiting for a while at the end when we clean up, I
could take you home.” I offered. “What time do you have to be there?”
“Bernanne is leaving the window open for me. So long as I am home before
mum or anyone else wakens, it should be fine.”
A few quick words across the table to Josie and it was arranged, Gillbale
would travel home with me. Her eyes met mine sharing our secret excitement
at the promises just made. The party, which had been great fun already,
suddenly took on a different, a more hallucinatory technicolour hue. We
had just mutually agreed to crossing a threshold, that doorway which
separates forever adults from children, and everyone else in the room was
blindly oblivious to the fact. Tonight was going to be the night, for both
of us.
Unfortunately the party still had a long time to run. But with this new
anticipation, dancing with Gillbale was even more electric. It was 2 pm
before the evening came to an end. The band packed their gear, and I
disappeared to find brooms for the clean-up group. Glasses were collected,
washed and packed. Tables wiped and stored with the stack of chairs in the
store-room provided. Gillbale worked along side me as if she had been one
of the organisers, catching a quick private kiss whenever she could. We
worked like a smoothly rehearsed team, hardly needing to speak. A couple
of times I turned to ask her to pass me something and I found she was
already offering it to me. At last everything was packed and the other
cleaners had left. I had the keys and it was up to me to lock up and turn
on the security system. We were there now by ourselves.
Alone at last she spun into my arms. Embracing again, my hand at last ran
down from her arms, down her flanks to the long slits in her dress. She
shivered, as my hands slipped under the silk to rub the smooth curves of
the soft globes of her buttocks, which I felt beneath my hands, naked, for
the first time. Her skin was smooth and as silky as her dress. Suddenly
she was covered with goosebumps in response to my soft touch. This time
she did not squirm or push my hands away. The stiff rod in the front of my
pants was clearly visible as it burrowed upwards into her belly. Aware of
its presence, she seemed to delight in rubbing herself upon it, pushing
upon me, teasing it to rise further. I was also aware of a different
tightness in my scrotum of a kind I had never experienced before, as if my
whole being was anticipating what would happen next..
“Every moment I spend out of your arms, is like an amputation.” she
sighed. “But I want it to be right. I think the time of truth has come,”
Gillbale said, “I’ve checked. There are gymnasium mats in the storeroom
and a stack of blankets. Using these coloured lights we can make our own
fairy cavern. I want you to make it nice so that you can take me here! I
don’t want to lose my virginity in the back seat of any old car, like most
of the other girls I know have!” She led me back into the room we had just
cleaned, and together we locked the door to secure our privacy. “Time at
last for you to make love to me and make me a woman, slave! I have heard
so many things about this moment – good and bad. Either way this will be
something we both remember for the rest of our lives. Please, promise me
you will be gentle with me?”
“Gillbale, my darling, you will be totally in control. We’ll go at your
pace, and at your rhythm. Just tell me if it isn’t perfect for you and I,
as your slave, will instantaneously comply”. She hugged me gratefully, and
it was some time before we disengaged.
The hall was a huge empty shell when we drew the mattresses out and laid
the rugs across them, having fun to build our personal “cave” in one
corner of the room. We used table tops and benches to fence off an area to
give us a little privacy, like two small children building their own
private dwelling, their own cubby house.
She reached up and dimmed almost all the lights leaving just a spotlight
on the stage at the other end of the gymnasium. With everything prepared
Gillbale was suddenly nervous. She took a slug from the wine bottle I ad
provided, and after lighting a candle she shrank into the corner against
the wall. “You’ll be gentle with me, won’t you?” she asked again.
“Of course I will. Lets take this slowly,” I suggested. “If it doesn’t
happen tonight, as you hoped originally, that’s OK, it can wait for some
other time. There is no hurry. I want you so badly but let’s take this
slow. Let’s just curl up, lets just cuddle and talk. It doesn’t need to
happen straight away and I don’t need to have everything happen tonight
unless you want.”
“Oh I want…. I want,” she said.
We climbed under the blankets together, and I kissed her along the line of
her hair, her forehead and her emerald eyes. She curled up snugly on my
chest, my arm around her under the blankets.
We talked freely about everything. She asked me did I masturbate. I
confessed to jerking off at least every morning in the shower. And
sometimes during the night, in bed too. She asked did I fantasise as I was
masturbating. I said I did.
“What is your fantasy?” she asked.
I explained that I used to fantasise about many things. About making it
with two women at once. Fucking in public. Orgiastic fantasies of being on
a remote sexual paradise. I also explained that since I had met her, she
had become the source of all my sexual fantasies.
I asked her the same question. She said enthusiastically “yes, I
masturbate all the time, sometimes twice or even three times a day! I have
always fantasised, almost as long as I remember. When I was younger they
were disembodied males – pirate captains who would abduct me and Bernanne
always together, romantic Heathcliffe heroes who would sweep me off my
feet. But since I met you I find each time I masturbate, my fantasy is
only with thoughts of you, and tonight, in my mind.”
“I will want to see you come. Your slave is about to make your fantasy
come true”, I said quietly.
My hands roved over her back, moving over the smooth globes of her
buttocks and slid beneath the strap of her thong panties for the first
time, massaging them with my hands. She groaned and rolled onto her
stomach. Again she did not push my hand away. For the first time my hand
slid gently along the groove between the two smooth balls, and if anything
she seemed to push back against my hand, giving me greater access to the
intimacy of her body. For the first time I felt the small puckered prune
of a female anus. I tapped it gently, two or three times with my index
finger. She stopped me there. Then sitting up, one by one she was undoing
the little eyelets that extended up to her throat. Her eyes were not
leaving mine, she continued down, undoing them down her neck, over her
chest, across her breasts, all the way down, she continued unfastening the
eyelets one by one down to beyond her navel. I was amazed to find that her
breasts were totally braless. They were on the smallish side but as
perfectly round as the soft globes of her buttocks. As she moved I got a
sudden flash of one of her dark nipples sticking out from her breast like
a little hillock. Her areoles were dark and tanned, and seemed to be
raised above the general level of the rest of her breasts themselves,
rising to the twin peaks of her nipples, nipples that were puckered a
little around the edges like her anus that she had so recently let me
touch. Her great dress was now reduced to being almost three long pieces
of cloth, separate strips of material over her shoulders and down her
back.
I reached across, kissing her once again on the lips. She flung her arms
around my neck, pushing herself into me. I had one arm over her shoulders,
and …. my other hand moved for the first time beneath the fabric moving
down from her neck and collarbone. For the first time in my life I cupped
her naked left breast fitting it into my right hand, massaging with my
thumb and forefinger pushing, squeezing her nipple gently. She suddenly
shuddered, sighed and squeezed against my body even more tightly, shivered
and sighed again, flinging her hair back for another deep kiss. Her skin
all over was as silky as the dress, and her breast reminded me of the
smooth feel of a baby’s bottom. Her response to my touch was
instantaneous. She reached up and kissed me again, and again, this time
reaching down between my legs and rubbing her palm along the full length
of the shaft of my penis still tightly encased in my trousers. “Ahhh! Oh,
my lover, my slave, that’s so good, I like your hand on me there.” With
her hand holding my penis through my trousers I felt I was in danger of
losing control, but it was she who groaned, as I tweaked the one breast I
was holding rolling it between forefinger and thumb.
With that she stood up suddenly, as if taking control of the situation,
and slipped out of her dress altogether, her pale brown skin was
silhouetted with the blue light of the stage spotlight. Covered in
goosebumps of anticipation, she was now wearing nothing now but the thong
of her panties, that seemed to be rammed tighly between the crack of the
lips of her virgin slit between her legs. Suddenly it was as if she became
a little ashamed of her shameless nakedness, she sat to grab a blanket up
trying modestly to cover herself, reaching up at the same time to fold the
dress and stop it from creasing. After the deep intimacy of what had just
passed with the shedding of her dress the sudden show of modesty seemed
strange, but endearing. I reached out and pushed her hands and the blanket
slowly away, exposing her nakedness once again fully to my gaze. She knelt
there, and seemed suddenly uncertain of herself. My erection was pushing
against my pants as though it could force its own way out tunnelling
through the fabric of my trousers.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked softly and a little nervously.
I was certain I had up to that moment never seen anything so beautiful in
my life. She was stunningly beautiful. Too tall and slender for some
tastes, but not for mine. Her mane of dark hair fanned out like a wild,
dark red-amber halo over her shoulders. The pupils of her dark green eyes
were dilated, as she nervously sucked on her tongue. I told her how
beautiful she was. I noticed that she was evenly tanned all over, and
showed no trace of a bikini line. I commented on it and she then confessed
with an impish grin that she and Bernanne had been frequenting a well
known popular nudist beach for the last 18 months.
“You are amazingly sexually liberated for a girl raised in a convent by
the nuns”, I commented.
“You’d be surprised”, she replied, growing more at ease with her near
nakedness once again. “Bernanne and I, apart from the girls still dreaming
of becoming nuns themselves, are the last two in my class who are still
virgins. But like all the girls in the dorm at night, after lights went
out we too were all interested in sex. It was one of the major topics of
conversation between us. Every night we would hear of the adventures (and
misadventures) of the other girls. What they were doing with their
boyfriends, brothers or others”.
“May I see you”, she asked indicating my penis. “I have seen many men’s
penises on the beach and I have seen my brother’s but I have never seen
one that is as rigid like this”, she rubbed my penis once again through my
pants, “It looks so big!” She rose on her knees and pulled on my belt and
undid the buckle, reaching downward and slowly and carefully unzipping my
fly. I struggled to my feet and raised my hips into the air as she knelt,
almost as in prayer, before me, whilst I was standing with my feet
slightly apart. She then she grabbed my trousers and shorts together
drawing them down slowly over my knees. My erect penis instantly sprang
free, as if on a coil, pointing out towards the ceiling. It was almost
purple with its engorgement, with a thick vein pulsing along its topmost
edge. I had never felt such enormity of excitement before. She paused as
if examining a specimen scientifically and looked at it very closely. Her
hands, quite cold in the night air, reached out experimentally to touch it
tentatively, softly, cupping between my legs beneath to cup my scrotum. I
almost melted on the spot. She then took me by my hand and pulled me down
on the floor and pushed me backwards with her hand on my chest again so I
was lying on the mattress, as she removed my pants from around my ankles.
She then lay up-side down against my body, her knees close beside my head,
her head near my knees, as her hands reached out to circle for the first
time my rampant erection. I had never up until then experienced such a
sensation. Touching myself had been pleasurable but it did not compare to
being touched in this way by another. I had masturbated since puberty when
I had started at high school, and although the feeling had been intense,
it had never compared to anything like this. My penis seemed to have taken
on a life of its own independent from my will and was pulsing
spasmodically quietly in the palm of her hand, almost uncontrollably.
“You are so big, much bigger than I have ever seen men before, and you are
leaking”, she laughed, as the top of my penis dripped the clear sticky
lubrication from the hole at its summit, already from the expectation and
the sudden attention it was getting. “Have you just come?”
“Oh no!” I explained, “It sometimes happens when I am excited that it
seemed to leak a little slippery fluid, like lubrication beforehand”.
“It smells nice”, she said, sniffing, and frotting my penis gently and
slowly back and forth in her hand. “Can I taste it? Some of the girls at
school talk of the taste.”
“Feel free!” I gasped. She bent forward from the waist and opened her
mouth to lick the clear liquid from the tip of my glans, her long pointed
tongue running along the underside of my shaft. It was my turn to shiver.
“Are you cold?” she asked, considerately covering me with a blanket, but
not letting go of my penis.
“No” I replied, “It is just the effect of what you did then with your
tongue. It’s incredible”.
“Like this”, she said and stooped forward again and pushed the tip of my
penis between her puckered lips, licking the long shaft with her tongue a
second time. “Well, my mouth is no longer a virgin! I have just kissed my
first penis. Your cock has just made my mouth a woman. That was very
easy!” she chuckled, lying back down along the mattress, beside me.
My hands roved, massaging her shoulders as they moved over Gillbale’s
naked back, over her buttocks and down her incredible thighs. I moved down
a little beside her. She raised one leg letting me have access again to
beneath the thong of her panties. The crotch in her panties was very damp
too and as I removed them a most incredible carnal sexual odour spread to
my nostrils. I had never experienced anything so carnal like this before.
It was almost enough to make me dizzy. It was her turn to shiver with
excitement with the softness and sensuality of the touch of my fingers. I
pulled the fabric of her thong down to expose her nakedness completely
naked for the first time to my eyes. Completely nude now, the crack of her
pussy was within inches in front of the gaze of my eyes. I had never
before seen any live girl in so intimate a position, nor so close-up. She
was completely shaved, not a trace of public hair, and the long narrow
crack of her slit was clearly visible. My hands drew lazy circles over the
inside of her thighs, moving upwards rubbing closer and closer to her
crotch with each upwards stoke. She parted her legs casually. The lips of
her crack parted and it was easy to see them glistening with moisture.
“You are all wet” I said.
“That is because of you”, she laughed, sitting up and pushing her panties
down completely off her ankles and feet.
There, she was now fully exposed to my gaze. At first she sat and kept her
knees close together but I reached across at the gentle urging of my hands
she opened her legs wider and even wider apart so that I could see
completely between her legs.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Do you shave, is it hard to do?”, I asked, amazed at her clean and
totally hairless pussy.
“No I don’t, Bernanne does it for me, and I shave her. We heard about it
from the other girls at school. We have done it ever since we started to
get hairy there.”
“Does it turn you on?” I asked
“Oh yes, and she gets me all wet here just like you have, and she then
caresses me to orgasm too, exploring me deep inside with her fingers and
tongue, just as I do for her. We have played with each other sexually like
that ever since we were small children, but it was our special secret
game. No one else ever knew. We used to curl up on one bed or another,
after everyone was asleep, playing with each other’s genitals until we
fell asleep. It was Bernanne who gave me my first orgasm.”
“Show me how.” I asked
She seemed a little embarrassed, but she raised one leg higher for me to
look more closely. Between her long legs the purplish lips of her slit
suddenly popped open damply. For the first time in my life I could see the
pink inside dampness that she carried between the soft purple of her
woman’s nether lips. She smiled at me and her eyes locked on mine as she
pushed two fingers deep between the lips of her slit and parted them
further. The lips between her legs seemed swollen, inside she was bright
pink and very very wet, as she caressed herself with two fingers of her
right hand, up and down. Her eyelids fluttered as her fingers rose up
along the sides of her lower lips towards the growing nub of her clitoris
at the top of her slit and then circled around opening her inner lips
still wider to meet my gaze. One and then two fingers then pushed deep
inside her vagina wriggling them as they went, and her thumb played with
the nub of her clitoris. I lay on my belly on the mattress, resting on my
elbows between her legs. She moaned then as she rolled right over onto her
back, lying with her legs wide apart giving me an even more complete view.
Her eyes were tightly shut, then, with her fingers deep inside as she
opened them even wider to smile at me. She sucked on her lip and her
cheeks were slightly flushed and her breasts squeezed between her arms
gave a deep cleavage.
“I want you to see me come, to come...” she repeated, growing faster with
her movements. “I am coming, coming for you”, as she accelerated her
finger motions, in and out of her vagina, thumb circling her clitoris in a
tightening spiral of movements. In and out went her wetted fingers. Faster
and faster. She suddenly gasped, and shook all over, arching her back
further and further, head snapped back left and right and moaning. “Oh
it’s good, Bruce, so good. Oh I love you, my slave. I am commmiiinng.
Commmmiiinnng here and now for you!”
She suddenly collapsed in a heap and curled up in a foetal position,
pulling up the blanket, as if suddenly a little ashamed of her wantonness
and exhibitionism. “Bruce that was so good. Your turn now, show me how you
come. You have now seen me masturbate, now I want to see you do the same.”
She said rolling herself towards me, covered in the blanket.
I rolled over and leaned my back against the roughness of the brick wall,
as I gripped the shaft of my penis gently at its base, my knees slightly
bent and apart. She rolled between my feel, lying on her stomach, her head
resting upon her elbows, just as I had earlier. The shaft of my throbbing
penis was slightly frothy from the pre-cum that my glans had squeezed out
and ejected at the incredible sight I had just witnessed. I felt rock hard
in a way I had never experienced before. I gazed across into the dark
green eyes of Gillbale. “In doing this, as I am masturbating, I am
imagining making that I am love to you, being deep inside of you, inside
your cunt, your vagina, beloved, fucking you, making love to you gently”,
I said, running my hand slowly up and down along its length. She asked me
was there some places where it hurt. I showed her how it was more
sensitive on its underside than the top, and how massaging the tip was a
different sensation than rubbing deeply down towards my testicles, but
still just as pleasant.
“Show me how you do it, and let me do it to you then.” Gillbale said
suddenly raising to squatting position between my outstretched knees. Her
knees came up to her armpits and I had another good view of her
gaping-opened glistening cleanly shaven pussy, with its hole, so recently
plugged by her fingers, opened winkingly to my eyes.
“Do you know how beautiful you look, down there?” I said, rubbing the back
of my hand briefly across her open wetness.
“Your penis looks amazing yourself” she shuddered.
After watching my motion moving my hand up and down from glans to the
scrotum, once or twice more, she reached out and then gently took the
shaft wrapping it slowly between her own long fingered hands. Finding her
hands dry I suggested she wet them. She licked her palms, coated them with
saliva from her tongue, giving them a slippery motion I had never felt
before as I had masturbated myself, as she gently duplicated my massage
motions of my penis from the glans to his scrotum, increasing her speed at
my urging. Being touched by another was so different than doing it myself.
I could feel the change in internal weather, the gathering of the clouds
as my own orgasm approached. I gasped, “Gillbale, look-out I am going to
come”, and at that moment a long hot stream of semen shot out with a
volume, force and a gush I had never before witnessed in my own
masturbating. Like a white rainbow, it arched high from the tip of my
penis to land squarely between Gillbale’s breasts. A second gush coated
her hands, one shot streaking past her elbow. A fourth gush covered her
belly. I had never before ejaculated so far or so much in any of my
solitary masturbation episodes before. One shot landed above her eyebrow.
The creamy whiteness of my gusher glistened all over her silky skin.
“I wonder what does it taste like?” she asked, licking the back of her
sperm covered hands. “Hmmm… interesting”. She wiped her face and sucked
her hand again. She then knelt forward. On her elbows she lent forward and
took my shrinking penis once again into her mouth as she sucked it to
retrieve any further ejaculate. My penis spasmed a fifth and then a sixth
time in her mouth, as she sucked me dry. She then sat up and rubbed my
jism into the skin of her belly and breasts as though it were a unique
expensive body lotion. I sighed.
After a silent pause, “Teach me how to make you come with my hands too?” I
said.
Gillbale laid back taking off the blanket that covered her, legs widely
spaced as I lay rested on my elbows between her legs, looking closely at
her wet pussy. She pulled open her labia.
“This is my clitoris”, she said wetting her index finger in her mouth and
circling its tiny nub. “It is very sensitive.” I pushed forward, giving a
long lick with my tongue from her vagina up towards her clitoris. “Oh!”
She gasped. “That’s great. It is as good as with Bernanne! You are a
natural! The clit is still very sensitive, but don’t stop”. I pushed my
tongue up and flicked her clitoris again and again in quick succession.
“It’s too sensitive, go slower”, she said, pushing my head away.
Half-sitting she took my hand, extending two fingers and she pushed them
slowly and deeply into her waiting vagina. “No, turn your hand around.”
She said. “Feel that roughness just in there, up to your second knuckle.
That is my G spot. Rub there and I’ll come really quickly.” She then took
my wrist and pushed my fingers deeper until my hand was stretched right up
to my palm. “Feel that sausage-like shape in there. That is my cervix. You
can even feel the opening to my womb at the centre, on the end. Pushing
that too will make me come faster”. I could not believe it. What an
unpredictable evening this had become. Here I was naked as the day I was
born, my penis rising surprisingly quickly again to full mast, being given
the most intimate practical anatomy lesson, by the most beautiful woman of
my dreams over the last weeks, with two of my fingers pushed deeply up
into her virgin vagina.
Gillbale then lay back on the mattress as my fingers began moving in and
out of her vagina. I brought my mouth back to her clitoris for a second
time, and this time Gillbale did not push me away but merely arched her
back giving me a deeper penetration of her body. Almost immediately she
suddenly squirted into my hand.
“Have you peed?” I asked in wonderment. “It doesn’t smell like urine”.
“No.” said Gillbale. “It sometimes happens too when …. when Bernanne plays
with my fanny. Keep going, …. it will help lubricate your hand more. Her
eyes seemed to have trouble focussing and she seemed to have trouble
following a conversation. My other hand rubbed her inner thigh, around her
pubes, abdomen up to a breast, whose nipple I caught and squeezed. “I…..
ugh…… here…… here….. I….. cuuumme!!!!” She shouted gruntingly. Her back
arched again in spasm, her eyes rolled back and I felt her vagina grip my
fingers tight and then go loose, tightening again in rhythmic beat, as if
trying to milk my fingers of the sperm they could not provide. I could
even see her toes clench. Like a butterfly wing she spasmed again and
again, but with diminishing intensity. She then sighed deeply, and rolled
over to face me, curling up but holding my wrist so that I would not pull
my fingers out of her.
“That was so great” she said, as she recovered. “You can make love to me
with your hand like that any time you wish…my slave!”
“How does it compare with what Bernanne does to you?” I asked, curiously
turned on at the sexually intimate kind of relationship she had with her
twin sister.
“Different! Better! Maybe it’s the novelty? I like the feel of your tongue
better, its stronger than hers.” She explained.
“Well, now its your turn”. She wrestled over me onto my back, holding me
down straddling around my waist with her legs, leaving a trail of her wet
fanny juices just below my navel. “Stay there”, she commanded as she
turned around, resting on her knees at my sides and elbows between my
parted legs to take my semi-flacid penis fully into her mouth. In this 69
position I had an excellent view of her wide open fanny and the rising
globes of her buttocks and pulled her back towards my waiting mouth for a
second time. As her mouth enclosed my penis for the second time too, my
tongue ran up her canal to flick the pink pearl of her clitoris. She
shuddered again. The puckered pink eye of her anus was winking at me, and
I saw Gillbale’s birthmark, just beside it, on the cheek of her buttocks.
“Is this the birthmark you were telling me about?” I asked.
“Yes”, said Gillbale, temporarily raising her mouth from my penis, “It is
the only way anyone can tell Bernanne from me"” She explained, taking my
rapidly stiffening member back past the softness of her lips into the
tight back of her throat.
“Keep doing that and I am going to come again”, I said.
“Oh no you don’t.” Gillbale said, retreating quickly from my now stiffly
pointing member. I showed her how she could stop me from coming by holding
tight around the base of my penis, pushing into the flexible tissue
between my scrotim and anus until the spasms passed.
She raised herself, as if coming to a decision.
“Now is the time, my slave. I want you to cum deep inside me. Give me all
the rest of your jism. I am now finally fully ready, I am going to loose
my virginity right now – I want you to take me and make me now and fully
and finally a woman. It is time. My girlhood maidenhead forever gone”.
She turned again to straddle my waist with her loins. My lower abdomen was
irrigated with a wet streak left from her cunt as she moved down me. It
was as if she was hunting with her crack for the tip of my penis I could
feel the wet lips of her labia pushing gently along my abdomen to come
slowly to meet the tip of my glans. Her breasts and then her wild tangled
hair rubbed against my face. She paused when my glans was resting at the
tip of her clit as if to savour the moment, and then, she started pushing
down harder and deeper. I felt my penis slide along her crack until the
tip of my glans was resting just at the opening of her vagina. Raising
myself I could see just how she positioned it like the shaft of a spear
with which she wanted to finally impale herself. Without doubt it was the
most incredible sexy sight up to then of my nineteen-year-old-life. The
shaft of my penis still glinted with her saliva. Then, finally, resolved,
she pushed down hard, grimacing slightly as it slid within her. It slipped
in cleanly, clearly she had no hymen. I was inside her. She was now fully
penetrated, fully buried up to the hilt with my cock deep in her vagina. I
had never seen a more erotic sight in my life as it had sunk in deeper and
deeper into her fanny.
“I can feel your cervix with my cock”, I exclaimed as she rose again
slowly. It felt like a loss as she retreated. I looked down beyond the
sway of her breasts, to see her pussy lips dragged open by the retreat of
my penis, right to its summit, then reversing as it penetrated her once
more.
My hands reached out to circle her nipples that sprang to attention at my
squeeze. She shuddered, “Oooh! Nice! Don’t stop!” She pushed down heavily
once again, grinding herself and her clit to my public bone, so that I
could even feel her clitoris pushing against my pubes. One hand played
around with her nipples while I pushed myself up on one elbow to take the
other nipple into my mouth. My other hand reached around her buttocks as I
played gently with her anus. I tapped again at the opening as if knocking
at a door. She squirmed against me as I pushed the tip of my index finger
in, up to the first knuckle. I felt her first spasm inside, as if her
vaginal walls were coming to milk my penis like the teat of a cow; or of
the shaft of a bull.
This was wonderfully nice but I wanted to go deeper, and faster, and
harder. I grabbed her and rolled her beneath me kissing her passionately.
Our tongues moved in and out of our mouth in time to the inwards and
outwards moves of my accelerating penis, as it raced along back and forth
in the wet tightness of her virginal love canal.
“Make me fully a woman, come now inside of me, come, it’s safe! I’m on the
pill!” Gillbale squealed, pushing her hips upwards with each downward
thrust I made. Then something seemed to shift, as though changing gear. We
fucked with more seriousness as we could feel the orgasm approaching from
a distance. A long drawn out, raw “Aaargh!” escaped her throat as she
peaked, drawing me up high and over the top of my own simultaneous orgasm
to shoot again and again deeply inside her. Her vagina squeezed me once
and again and again, fluttering eventually like the wing of a bird against
my rigid and then slowly and gradually shrinking member. I could not stay
up on my straightened arms any longer, and collapsed, falling upon her
prone body, feeling pulsation after pulsation deep inside her vagina,
milking me of every last drop. She held me tightly in her arms, her head
over my right shoulder as she seemed to want to grip my penis, keeping it
inside her body forever.
“Wow, that was totally unbelievable. I …. I love you, Gillbale”, I gasped.
“That’s good, slave”, she chuckled exhaustedly, “On my part I think I have
loved you since we met. Now that we have become acquainted I love your
penis too.” she said holding him tight with her vaginal walls, willing my
penis not to become flaccid again by tightening and relaxing the muscles
of her pelvic floor. It slowed but did not stop its retreat. So she pushed
me off as I rolled into the hollow of her back. She rolled under my arm
which cupped her breast. She then reached down to pull a blanket over our
nakedness. My other arm pulled her tight to my body as I slipped my
fingers between her legs, back into the wetness of her slit. “Nice!” she
said as she reached around to cup and hold the softness of my wet and
slippery penis. Within a minute we both were asleep and then slept
soundly.
I awoke at about 4 o’clock in the morning to find that Gillbale had buried
her head under the blankets and had started to suck my sleeping cock back
into action. I threw the blankets off us. Her slit was opened once more in
front of me and I ran a finger up the side of one still wet lip and down
the other, before forcing two fingers once again deep inside her. She was
sopping wet with her own sexual lubrication. Fortunately it had been a
fairly warm night and I couldn’t wait until my shaft was once again
banging at her cervix at the deep top end of her vagina. She was beneath
me as I was in push-up mode. Her ankles were put up over my shoulders
giving me a springboard of her bottom against which to bounce. Each push
into her was met by a corresponding push back into me. She seemed that all
she wanted to do was drown in my eyes, her face masked by that special
smile of pure and raw animal lust. We were in less of a hurry this time,
wanting to prolong the sensation for as long as possible. Then something
happened.
“Bruce, I am climbing again. I will be coming shortly”.
I stopped, slowing the rhythm. “You beast” she said, beating my chest with
a closed fist. “For that, you get to come first”. She bonked me with
seriousness now, riding up and down the length of my shaft like a woman
possessed. It was not long before I felt the tension in my loins start to
rise.
“Gillbale, I am climbing again” I said.
“Good” she replied, renewing herself to the task of bonking me as best she
could, “So am I. Can you wait for meeeeee…..” She convulsed. She locked
her ankles behind my neck. We came together again. Again I was amazed at
how much fluid filled her hole, pistoning out of her with each of the
successive pumping of my loins, running over and wetting the mattress.
She lowered her legs and then swivelled, pushing me over and then spinning
on my deeply buried shaft, so as to keep me buried inside her as she
turned her back into my chest, keeping me deep inside. My hand cupped her
breast from behind as she tucked my penis back into the hole to prevent it
from escaping.
“I love you my Bruce. Goodnight my lover”, she sighed contentedly as she
drifted off to fall asleep a second time.
We both awoke suddenly to the noise of a banging on the door. We scrabbled
to get into our clothes. “What’s going on in there?”
I helped Gillbale button up the eyelets in her dress before opening the
door. She pushed our mattress against the pile of others and quickly
folded our blankets, dismantling our shelter.
It was the security guard who had seen the blue of the spotlight and come
to investigate. It was 5 am, and I explained that the cleaning up had
taken longer than expected and that the others had just recently departed,
while we locked up.
He said nothing, but looked at us both suspiciously. I gave him the keys
as we left, laughing, hand in hand.
At her house Gillbale turned to me and kissed me passionately once again,
wrapping her arms tightly around my head and squeezing me to her. “I’ll
go”, she said, “Bernanne promised to have the window open if I came in
late, that way no one will know what time it was. Stay in touch! Remember
I am your woman now”.
I didn’t start the car until I saw she was safely inside, and let it roll
down the hill quietly before turning the key.
And so began the most amazing love affair of my young life. It lasted
nearly two and a half years before the sisters moved away. We tried to
keep in touch for a while, but then I met my first wife and any connection
we had naturally ended. Reading this diary, the memories though are still
as fresh as that late summer. I sometimes wonder what has happened to her,
and where she is now. The memories of her though are still evergreen. |
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