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OPENING HELEN 
by Mountebank

A tender, erotic story of a young girl's sexual initiation 


CHAPTER ONE
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.
	"Would you be willing to, you know, er... Oh god, I can't say it! I'm 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 kidding 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," she went on.
"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
that you want me to open you. 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 mature 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 girl'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 these 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 which 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 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 increasingly 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'd like to show it to you. In any case, 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,
open me. 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, leaving only its flared rim 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 it 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 the girl found intensely pleasurable and she
began to build to a huge orgasm. Her hips thrust eagerly at her lover,
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 squeal 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 towards 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 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 the 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.


 


CHAPTER TWO

In which our young heroine allows her lover to watch her at her toilet

"I need another shower," Karl said when the two lovers woke from a
sleep that had restored them after their earlier exertions.
	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.
	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 vision 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.
	They stood side by side looking at each other's body 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.
	"Oh look!" she exclaimed. "It's getting all stiff. Aren't you ashamed
of yourself, Karl? 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.
	The member had now became sufficiently engorged with blood to support
itself, and it pointed horizontally at Helen's image in the looking
glass. Studying 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.
	Karl's manhood was still a source of novelty and mystery to the girl.
She watched it closely, fascinated to observe 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.
	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.
	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 moved his feet a little further
apart on the thick rug to give access to the teenager's other hand,
which had crept round behind him and was reaching between his legs to
gently cup his testicles. He 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?"
	"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.
	"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
reached his climax.
	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 in order to give her hand more freedom to move.
	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,
doesn't that taste lovely? 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.
	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.
	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.
	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!"
	"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  to adult confidence, and back again, immensely
appealing.
	"Really, my sweet, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. We all go
pee-pee four or five times a day. It's the most natural thing in the
world. Look, I'll go first and show you."
	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.
	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.
	"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.
	"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 wooden seat cover and
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.
	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.
	"Beautiful," he smiled. "You look so beautiful. A princess on her
throne."
	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 water 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.
	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.
	"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.
	"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.
	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, 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.
	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 shaft 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.
	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.
	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 anal 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 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 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.
	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.
	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.
	Sensing his sexual hunger, Helen leant back, reached down between
their bodies and began pleasuring him again. This time she used 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 my
back against the wall and open my legs wide like this, can you do it?
Let me hold myself open for you. There, yes! Am I slippery enough
inside? 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 her lover's 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.
	"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!"
	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.

 
 
CHAPTER THREE

In which our young heroine receives a gushing tribute from her lover

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 steam
and 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 accepted inside her body 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 through the open door.
	The teenager needed no second invitation. She ripped off her tight
white T-shirt and then, more slowly, knowing that the man would enjoy
watching her undress, she removed her tennis skirt and tiny white
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, smiling at
him, 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 and squeezed
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 narrow waist and then down to the round
swell 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 red 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 here and check it out,
Helen, just 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 received more
than their fair share of his 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
attracting. The power of the water jet on the taut bud at the front of
her feminine slit was especially stimulating and she used her fingers
to hold open the outer petals of her flower so that the man could see
the hard little target he was aiming the water at.
	"It feels lovely like that," she sighed. "See, it's made my little
thing stand out."
	Karl bent down and inspected the tip of the young girl's clitoris
which was protruding cheekily from its pink, fleshy sheath. Helen's
finger touched it gently and then pulled the covering fold of skin
upwards so that even more of the shiny acorn-like organ was revealed.
	"You're beautiful, Helen," the man said, unable to take his eyes off
the delicate feminine parts that the girl's fingers held exposed and
open to his gaze. "Look how swollen your inner lips are now. So pretty
and pink! Can you see how they're pouting? Yes, that's it darling,
open your legs a bit wider so that you can see too. There, doesn't
that look beautiful?"
	The girl bent her head to study the secret area between her legs and
found that she had to agree with her lover. Her vulva did indeed look
beautiful, now that she had learned to look at it through his adoring
eyes. The water from the shower-head sluiced down her belly and moved
the blonde curls on her pubis like the fronds of some delicate water
plant washed by a mountain stream.
	"I used to think a girl's slit was ugly," Helen confessed. "But I
suppose in a way it is beautiful. Is that why you like looking at it,
because you think it's pretty?" she asked.
Karl nodded, for a moment unable to answer as his throat was
constricted by a massive surge desire for this wanton, naked child.
Wickedly, to torment him still further, she spread her slim thighs
even wider and thrust her pubic bone forward so that he could see the
pink inner lips of her sex and her protuberant clitoris even more
clearly.
"Yes, my sweet, a woman's sex is the most beautiful thing in the
world," he said at last, his voice thick with desire. "And having you
show it to me so willingly makes it even more lovely. Stroke your clit
again for me, Helen, I love to see you playing with yourself." The
teenager needed no further prompting because the organ was tingling
and it felt the most natural thing in the world to caress it gently.
"Yes, like that," Karl, watching her pleasure the hard little bud.
"Now pull the little fold of skin back so that I can see all of it.
Ah, yes, lovely! Your clit is bigger than most girls', Helen. Did you
know that?"
"No, I didn't," the girl responded, with a look of concern on her
innocent young face. "Is that good or bad?"
"Good, very good, my darling. A large clitoris not only looks very
attractive but, because it sticks out, the man's penis can rub against
it and stimulate it more easily when he's fucking you. You should be
grateful that nature has treated you so generously."
Helen continued to look down at the shiny pink bud and felt a surge of
pride that Karl thought her sex was beautiful and that she had been
blessed with a big clitoris. She looked at the graceful curve of
Karl's erection and at the shape of the two manly spheres that bulged
in the sac of flesh beneath it. She decided that he, too, had
beautiful sex organs. Even though he was the only man she had ever
seen in a state of arousal, some deep atavistic sense told her that
his genitals were especially well formed.
Karl saw her staring at his erection and smiled. He knew she loved
looking at it and he in turn took pleasure in her pleasure. He spread
his legs wider in the shower stall and thrust his hips forward so that
the organ stood away from his body in a bold arch.
" Pull the foreskin down," he ordered. "Yes, now move it back up. Now
down again. Now up. Yes, yes, yes, that feels wonderful." His eyes
closed momentarily as he leant back against the shower wall and let
the young girl masturbate him slowly.
	Returning the shower-head to its holster on the wall, Karl squirted
some liquid soap into his palm and slid it again between the
teenager'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 bent his knees and
squatted in front of her. 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, twisting them gently and drawing a sigh of pleasure from
the girl's throat. His face was now 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. He eased
her legs apart and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs
holding them wide so that her sex was opened up to him. With his
tongue he began tenderly licking her glistening folds, running its tip
slowly from front to back, and then back again, lingering over the
hard nub that protruded so cheekily from its surrounding mantle of
flesh.
	The young girl writhed with pleasure as Karl continued to torment her
aching vulva with his tongue. She laced her fingers through his hair
and pushed herself hard against his mouth, thrusting her hips
backwards and forwards, frantic in her desire to reach a climax
against his tongue. And her efforts were quickly rewarded. A huge
orgasm engulfed her, beginning in her clitoris, spreading convulsively
through her whole genital region and reaching up to her breasts, which
she squeezed fiercely to intensify her pleasure. The girl moaned and
sobbed as the ecstasy coursed through her body, draining her strength
to the point where she could no longer stand unaided and had to cling
to her lover for support.
 	The man allowed Helen's cataclysm to subside gradually but noted
that the shower was now beginning to run tepid and so decided it was
time to move to more comfortable surroundings...
	A sixteen-year-old had no right to have a body as well developed as
Helen's, Karl thought to himself as he led her from the shower, dried
her beautiful young body and guided her into the bedroom. There they
stood, a couple of paces apart, looking at and enjoying each other's
nakedness. Then the distance between them closed and they were in each
other's arms again, kissing passionately and grinding their sex organs
against one another.
Karl wondered if the teenager's breasts 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 hand 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 kneel on the thick carpet and
masturbate him. "You like doing that, don't you?"
	The look of intense concentration on the 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 later
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 beautiful teenager asked expectantly, continuing to slide
the skin along the organ's full length. "I'll do anything you want,
Karl, anything. Just tell me."
	"Take my penis in your mouth."
	The girl smiled quietly to herself. That was what she had been
wanting all along but had lacked the self-confidence to do on her own
initiative. But now that she had been commanded by her guide and
mentor she could do so without worrying he might think her unduly
forward or unladylike.
	Certainly, the man's penis looked incredibly inviting to her. She
loved the way it stood out stiffly from his body, the shaft reaching
up in a slight arch so that the head almost touched his tight muscular
belly. Beneath it in their pink sac of flesh, his balls hung heavily,
swaying slightly as he shifted his position in front of her.
	She bent forward, pulled the foreskin down with her hand and ran the
tip of her tongue delicately up the tightly stretched frenum. She
licked the little slit at the penis's very extremity and the organ
twitched violently at the touch of her moist tongue. 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. She tenderly pulled the foreskin down
again so that the head was fully exposed, 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 now 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. Can I, please?"
	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
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 forehead, eyes and cheeks 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 the
hot white 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 young girl'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.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you enjoyed this story (or even if you didn't) I'd
love to hear from you. My name is Mountebank. Please send me a message
care of charlatan@freedom.net

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