Patricia murmured, snuggling up close to John and placing her hand on his knee. 'Meanwhile, John, I suggest we leave the party until the dancing begins in about an hour or so. 'Let us retire upstairs to one of the bedrooms. I am sure we will not be missed,' added the forward little golden-haired minx with an undisguised gleam of lust in her eyes. What should I do in this awkward situation? After all, I was acting in loco parentis as far as Master Walsh, was concerned, and perhaps some of your readers are of the opinion that I should have barred the way to the couple at the foot of the staircase by delivering a well-chosen sermon on lust. But it seemed to me that Miss Hiller was a girl of no little experience and would only enjoy the supreme pleasure of the flesh is she were protected against any unwanted consequences. Just in case there were any problems, however, I decided to follow the couple upstairs and, if necessary, view the proceedings through the keyhole. If Miss Hiller wanted John to spunk outside her cunney, I would at least be on hand to advise him-and anyhow, I am always keen to watch a happy young couple disporting themselves. Indeed, the very thought of that night's adventures is making my old pego stand at this very moment. It happened that my task was made easier when I heard Patricia tell John to go into the third bedroom on the left, and that she would follow him a minute or two later. Now I knew (do not inquire as to how this knowledge came into my possession!) that this room, which also enjoyed an en suite bathroom, was connected by a door to the adjacent smaller guest room into which I slipped whilst no one was looking. I locked the door behind me and scuttled across to the connecting door. I found it was already slightly ajar, so I switched off the electric light and brought up a chair so that I could view the proceedings next door in comfort. I guessed correctly that Patricia and John would be too involved with each others' bodies to even notice the fractionally open door into my darkened room. John was sitting on the bed when Patricia came in just moments after I had settled down in my chair.
She locked the door behind her and placed the key on a side table before taking out her hairclips, allowing her golden locks to fall freely down to her shoulders. 'My, my, John, haven't you even taken your shoes and socks off yet?' she teased my shy lad. He blushed to the roots of his curly hair and said: 'I never thought about removing even my jacket. You see, I have never been alone with a girl before and I don't really know the form.' 'You mean you've never kissed a girl before?' she said incredulously. 'Not ever, John? Can that really be true?' 'I'm afraid so-except for a peck under the mistletoe at Christmas and last term at Greyfriars, Julie, one of the kitchen maids, one afternoon let me touch her titties for two shillings whilst she rubbed my cock behind the sports pavilion. But we had all our clothes on, of course. So I will confess to you that I have never seen a naked girl before in the flesh, though together with my form-mates I had a jolly good look at some prints young Vernon-Smith brought back from Hotten's Bookshop in Piccadilly on his last half-holiday.' 'Your honesty does you credit,' said the delicious girl slowly. 'However, I think it is high time that your education was taken further than Hotten's photographs or the pages of The Oyster. Take off your jacket, waistcoat, shoes and socks and lie down on the bed, John. Let's see what you make of the real thing.'
He obeyed her with alacrity and sat propped up on the bed as she slipped out of her shoes and ran quickly to the bathroom. She emerged a minute later with her dress unbuttoned and, standing just a foot in front of the lad, bade him tug at the sash of her gown. He pulled it, the sash fell to the ground, the gown opened and she stepped out in all her naked glory. Whilst in the bathroom she had obviously removed her stockings and underclothes and she stood before John (and myself!) like a glorious statue come magically to life. Her beautiful full breasts swung gracefully as she pirouetted lightly on the balls of her feet, letting John have full view of her total nudity. What a delectable, ravishing, enchanting sight! Her creamy white skin showed off her curvaceous breasts to their best advantage whilst her well-rounded shoulders tapered down to a small waist; her delicate feet expanded upwards into fine calves and her thighs were full and proportionately fashioned, whilst hanging down between them, forming a perfect veil over a pouting little crack, was a mass that contrasted so well with the whiteness of her belly. Poor John was quite overwhelmed at the sight of her delicious naked body, though the perceptible bulge in the front of his trousers showed that he was very appreciative of the display. Patricia now jumped on the bed beside him and said: 'John Walsh, do not fib, are you really a virgin? Tell me the truth for you have nothing of which to be ashamed.' 'Yes, I have yet to fuck my first girl, though the delightful thought of having such an opportunity has exercised my mind for many months.
Indeed, I think about nothing else. Even in the middle of a mathematics lesson my cock will suddenly swell up whilst I am trying to concentrate on algebraic, formulations,' he whispered. 'Oh, how dreadful,' she said, kissing him lightly on the lips. 'We can't have this terrible problem affecting your schoolwork, can we?
Virginity can be a great burden at your age, and it will be my delight to lift this yoke from your shoulders.' His trembling hands clasped hers as he said: 'Will you really? You aren't just teasing me, are you?' 'No, I mean what I say. You are fortunate indeed that my monthly bleeding has ended only this morning, so there is no bar whatsoever to any lovemaking if you really would like to do so.'
'Would a man crazy with thirst refuse a drink?' he countered, his voice cracking with barely suppressed emotion. 'Patricia, I would love to fuck you more than anything else in the whole, wide world!'
For an answer, she smoothed her hand over the hillock which had formed over his lap and slowly unbuckled his braces. She then expertly opened the buttons of his fly and took out his bursting tool which was of a surprising thickness for one so young, and began to massage the shaft, drawing back his foreskin to make its red crown swell and bound in her hand. 'I will spend if you do that for much longer. Please may I fuck you without further ado?' begged the anxious lad. Patricia gave a little smile and murmured that usually some foreplay occurred that added spice to the occasion. 'But then I have taken you down to the edge of the sea and it would be wickedly unfair to deny you a bathe.' She reached down to guide his throbbing penis on its first ever journey through the slippery entrance to heaven. His blunt fleshy knob hovered between her juicy cunney lips and she spread her legs well apart to enable him to push further down. I saw John tremble, almost overcome with the emotion of crossing the Rubicon, but after sliding his shaft fully into her pussey he lay motionless and Patricia looked at him in surprise. 'Isn't that nice, John? Now be a good boy and fuck me.' 'What do I actually have to do?'