But let me first salute your proud prick.' She dived down to brush my iron-hard member with her cheek as she licked my heavy, hanging balls with her wet tongue. I writhed in delicious agony as she transferred her attentions to my cock, licking the shaft from base to tip in long, languorous strokes. She moved round to make herself comfortable as she played with my prick, pressing it to each of her smallish but beautifully rounded breasts, squeezing it between them and then softly biting and tickling my purple knob with the end of her wicked little tongue. Then suddenly she thrust her mouth down and took my entire eight inches into her mouth and her salacious sucking almost brought me off there and then. It was far too early to shoot my load so I placed my hands gently under her shoulders and heaved her back onto the bed until she was lying down and she whispered: 'Suck on my titties, please, Rupert, this really makes me feel very randy.' She spoke the truth for she started to squirm as soon as my lips touched her stalky nip. As I sucked it into my mouth I ran my hands all over her body, lingering on her inner thighs whilst I took one and then the other rubbery red tittle between my lips, licking and lapping at the succulent flesh as Gillian's hand now circled and slid up and down my raging staff. Then it was her turn to pull my body upwards as she parted her long, slim legs and as I entered her I paused to savour the sensation as my mushroom helmet squelched its way inside her damp, soft-walled tunnel. She raised her legs high as our loins locked together, our hips bucking wildly as we thrashed around and I pounded in and out, my hands clasping the firm white globes of her backside as the spunk boiled up in my balls and thrust upwards through my pulsating penis. Alas, I simply could not wait for Gillian to climax and with a mighty groan I flooded her cunt with a torrent of warm sperm as jets of jism poured out of my prick so abundantly that her thighs were well lubricated. I withdrew my tingling truncheon, rubbing it amorously against the sticky lips of her pussey. 'Oh dear, I am so sorry,' I apologised as I rolled over to cuddle her in my arms, 'But I just could not hold back any longer.' 'There is absolutely no need to apologise, you sweet boy. You fucked me delightfully and I don't have to spend every time, you know,' she said generously. 'But surely it does matter,' I persisted. 'If you don't manage to climax then I must be doing something wrong.'
Gillian sat up and put a finger against my mouth. 'Let me give you some good advice, Rupert. You really must not become obsessed with timing your spend or you will be in danger of forgetting everything else! Although I grant you that some men do have a problem about spending too quickly, I assure you there is very little to be gained in holding back or forcing forward merely to achieve a simultaneous spend. 'Of course it can be great fun to climax together but this is but one joy of love-making which need never interfere with any other pleasures. Why, I've often found that spending at different times allows the partner who comes first to concentrate on exciting the other which can be very, very nice for them both.' Maybe I still looked doubtful for she added: 'Rupert, if you don't believe me, I'll gladly lend you my copy of that marvellous textbook Fucking For Beginners by Nigel Andrews and you'll read for yourself that what I am telling you is plain, simple fact.' Of course as I matured I soon realised the complete truth of Gillian's words though at the time they were spoken I did believe that she was perhaps slightly gilding the lily for my benefit. Anyway, I nodded my head in agreement and quickly changed the subject. 'What about telling me instead the story of how you were fucked by Sir Andrew Stuck?' I demanded as I threw my arm around her shoulders. She giggled and said: 'Oh yes, I mentioned something about my first poking by young randy Andy at the restaurant, didn't I? It was quite an adventure really as naturally I was still at Trippett's Academy. I had come home for the Easter holidays and I decided to visit my friend Estelle Kenton, who happens to be Andrew's cousin. I'd never met Andrew although like most girls of our class living in London I had heard of his reputation as a ladies' man. As luck would have it, Andrew had also decided to visit Estelle that fateful afternoon and when I was introduced to him I could see why so many young women (as rumour had it) offered themselves for his delectation. There's no getting away from the fact that he's a handsome chap with a friendly face and a witty turn of speech.
'Andrew is one of those chaps who is so blessed with the gift of the gab that if fate had placed him in a different strata of society he would have made an excellent career as a salesman in one of these new huge emporiums in the West End. To cut short a long story, before he left us, Andrew asked me to dine with him the following evening. Normally I would have had to ask permission from my parents but they were spending a few days away in the country with some friends so I was free to accept Andrew's invitation without any hindrance. He called for me punctually at eight o'clock in his new motor vehicle and as Grahame, his chauffeur, drove through Oxford Street Andrew told me that he had booked a table at the Cafe Clive in Museum Street, Bloomsbury. Now I had read about this establishment in the illustrated papers and knew it to be a favourite haunt of the smart 'fast' set, and this already added an extra spice to the evening. 'When we arrived there was already quite a gathering at the restaurant as Lord George Lucas had booked a table to celebrate his birthday. Along with a clutch of other young men his party consisted of chorus girls from the musical comedy at the Alhambra Theatre which was due to open in three days' time. This merry throng dominated the atmosphere but I found it all terribly exciting, especially when the handsome Lord George himself came up to our table.
“Hello, Andrew, you lucky so-and-so. How in heaven's name did you manage to persuade this gorgeous young lady to dine with you tonight? “I don't think I've had the pleasure,” he added as he turned to me, his sensuous grey eyes locked into mine, and I smiled demurely, trying hard to act the part of a shy, blushing maiden.
'“Yes you have, George, but not with that pretty girl,” called out one of his friends from his table. “At least, not yet!” 'Andrew was not overpleased by Lord George's intervention especially when the young peer invited us to join his party, and he murmured his thanks after I had politely declined and Lord George returned to his guests, where his jolly friend Mr. Stockman was regaling the company with a risque story about how he had recently encountered a pretty young woman who turned out to be a witch whilst driving his carriage along a country lane. He knew she was a witch for when she put her hand on the front of his trousers he turned into a lay-by! 'We enjoyed a splendid meal and then Andrew suggested that we took our coffee and liqueurs in one of the small private rooms upstairs. Monsieur c live himself ushered us into the room which was richly decorated with fine furnishings. I noticed immediately that what appeared to be suspiciously like a bed frame and mattress stood in a corner, covered in cream linen sheets along with two big matching pillows plumped up against the wall. I said nothing but sat across the table from Andrew who poured out two steaming cups of black coffee as he asked me whether I would care to join him in a glass of cognac or some other liqueur from the clutch of bottles on the small sideboard.
I accepted his offer of coffee and chose a kummel to accompany it.
'We held hands as we talked and Andrew must have slipped off a shoe for I felt his foot insinuate itself between my ankles and I was so aroused as his toes moved higher and higher that my silk knickers were soon damp even before his foot had reached my thighs! 'I shall spare us both further blushes except to admit that I was no match for Andrew Stuck's polished technique of seduction. In my defence I shall simply say that few girls could resist the charms of this handsome, wealthy young baronet and very shortly afterwards he moved round to sit next to me and we exchanged a passionate kiss. As his tongue probed inside my mouth I felt his hand fondling my breasts.