****** The Girl in the Purple Mini-Skirt by Henry G ******
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The Girl in the Purple Mini-Skirt


This story is not totally fiction. It draws on several experiences I had during
the '60s.


They say that if you can remember the 1960's then you can't have been there. I
was there and I remember that time well. The truth is that not everyone was
constantly high on LSD or black bombers, for many of us the 1960's was a time
of growing up and coming to grips with life.

My story starts in 1963. The swinging sixties were well underway with the
outrageous fashion, decadent life-style and the amazing music. The austerity of
the 1950's was past and everyone was reveling in the freedom afforded by the
contraceptive pill. Well that was most people. Life wasn't entirely like that
for me and my friends.

I was 17 and lived in Loughton, a fairly decent area in Essex just outside
London. Dad was an insurance broker which meant we had a comfortable albeit
modest standard of living. Apart from me, mum and dad there was Jean, my
sister. Jean was the bane of my life. She is four years older than me and she
really gave me a tough time. She really liked to play the "little brother" game
taking every opportunity to take the piss whenever her friends were around. Her
favourite game was asking about my latest girlfriend, usually when she knew
damn well I didn't have one. The trouble was that Jean gave me the hots - in
fact, any girl gave me the hots. I suffered from a constant overdose of male
hormones causing my cock to stiffen and the slightest opportunity.

What made things worse was that Jean is a thoroughly shaggable girl. Medium
height with a figure to die for. Tits like firm mountain peaks, the most
gorgeous ass and slim legs. And, of course, she knew it. Without actually
revealing anything major, she took every opportunity to give me a slight flash
of tit or panty knowing what it would do to my cock. She drove me mad!

Having said all that, Jean wasn't malicious nor did she hate me - she just had
a seriously warped sense of humour. Most of the time when we were alone
together we got along tolerably well.

For my part I was a paradox. Physically, if I say so myself, I was in pretty
good condition. Fairly tall for my age, slim and fit - sports were a favourite
of mine meaning that I was pretty lean, mean and pretty hard (there weren't
many kids at school who could stand up to me). My cock was much larger and
fatter than average leading to my nickname - Donk (short for donkey, whose
sexual tackle mine resembled). I had no problems with acne and all in all I was
a pretty attractive guy. The only problem was I couldn't get laid. Certainly I
had my fair share of girlfriends, many of them really very tasty - but none of
them would shag. In fact even a hand job seemed unattainable.

This all meant that I spent many a happy time in the bathroom or my bedroom
having a quiet wank. The bathroom was my preferred place because of the
availability of the dirty linen basket. Yes, its confession time, I used to use
Jean's dirty panties as an aid to my stimulation. Jean was a very fastidious
and clean girl which meant that her used panties were normally pretty clean.
They usually had a nice smell of scent with just a hint of other things on the
gusset. Sometimes when Jean had had a slight accident or when she had been in
too much of a hurry to clean up properly after going to the toilet, the panties
were a little dirtier than normal. These were rare treasure and their smell was
intoxicating. I suspected that Jean had guessed what I was up to because once
or twice I had found a particularly dirty pair left on the top of the pile -
perhaps for me to find. But she never said anything.

Please don't think I was into incest, I wasn't. I never tried anything with
Jean. In my desperation to get sexual release I simply used her panties as a
sex aid. I would have been happy to sniff any girl's dirty panties.

I attended the local grammar school where I was in the sixth form. I quite
liked school and planned to train as a Chemical Engineer. Life was pretty
exciting. Like most of the kids at that time we were interested in music,
clothes and sex. I had a part time job in the local paper shop which helped pay
for clothes and records. Every Saturday the girls we knew spent their time in
the local boutiques trying on clothes. My mates and I spent our Saturdays in
Imhofs record store on Oxford Street. Imhofs had these glass booths where you
could sit and listen to records. We would select all the latest singles and
albums and spend most of the day in a booth grooving to the latest sounds.

My other love was my guitar. Ever since I first heard Bill Haley and Elvis I
had been in love with the guitar. Mum and dad bought me a Spanish guitar for my
twelfth birthday and I never looked back After a few lessons from a music
teacher I soon became a pretty good player. I saved up my pocket money and
earnings from my paper round and after 3 years of hard saving bought my pride
and joy - a cherry red Fender Stratocaster. My Grandparents chipped in and
bought me a VOX AC30 which proved the ideal foil to my guitar. My ultimate
ambition was then to find some fellow players and form a group.

If we had the money Saturday night was band night. Our favourite venue was the
Marquee. All the best bands appeared there and the atmosphere was always
amazing.

I remember that summer well. It was the time that I finally lost my virginity.
I suppose things started one Saturday when we went to the Marquee to see the
Yardbirds. There was myself, and my two closest friends John and Simon. The
queue into the Marquee was unusually long when we got there and we resigned
ourselves to a long boring wait. That was until Simon nudged me with his elbow.
"Hey Donk, cop a load of those three!" He was pointing at three girls a few
yards ahead of us. What absolute honeys. All three were wearing tiny mini-
skirts, brightly coloured patterned tights and were dressed in the height of
fashion. The girl that caught my eye wore a purple mini-skirt. I was
immediately in love (or was it "in lust") with her. She was a gorgeous blonde
with fabulous big tits which were emphasised by a tight lacy blouse. She wore
white patterned tights which showed off her legs to perfection.

John and Simon were quietly slobbering over the other two girls. John was
particularly impressed by one who was obviously not wearing a bra in spite of
having big tits. Her nipples were erect from the cool evening air and were
clearly visible. We decided to make a play for them once we got inside the
club.

By the time we got in the place was crowded and we couldn't find the girls.
Soon a roadie came onto stage and threw down a couple of empty cable reels with
burning joss sticks taped to them. The gig was about to begin and we turned our
attention to the music. The Yardbirds were amazing. In those days they hadn't
reached the peak of their popularity but were showing great promise playing the
good old R & B standards. Even then Eric Clapton was already showing his
capabilities.

During a break we went to the bar for a beer. In a corner we saw two of the
girls from the queue. They were kissing and one had her hand up the blouse of
the bra-less girl. John groaned, "Oh bugger, what a waste...a lesbian" The girl
in the purple mini-skirt was nowhere to be seen. During the rest of the gig I
kept an eye open for the third girl but with no success. On the way home on the
underground I kept thinking of her and what might have been.

The next day I met up with John and Simon at the bus stop just as the red
double deck bus pulled up. We scrambled on board hustling for the nearest seat
by the door downstairs. That seat was very important. In that position it was
possible to look up the stairs to the upper deck giving a perfect view up any
girl's mini-skirts as they went up the stairs. OK, you may think us sad but in
our sexless lives any stimulation was welcome.

The topic for debate that day was the forthcoming school dance the following
Friday. Because our school was all boys, the local girls high school had an
invitation to the dance. While we knew some of the girls from the high school,
many were an unknown factor. Since we were all desperate to get laid we
pondered on our tactics. John suggested that since the tasty girls didn't shag,
maybe the ugly ones did. To give matters a bit of an edge we decided to hold a
little contest. The guy who pulled the ugliest bird would win a pound off each
of the other two.

Saturday soon came around and I donned by best pulling gear - black and white
checked hipsters, a white tie-down collar shirt, floral tie and a navy blue
Regency reefer jacket. How could anyone resist?

On reaching the school hall we began our hunt. There were several birds who we
would killed for to shag but they were not our prey. We mixed with the crowd
and had a few dances to warm up while eyeing up the talent. A local band was
playing current hits with a smattering of R & B - not bad at all.

Then I spotted her. A chubby blonde bird. She wore this tiny black miniskirt
which was stretched tight around her wide rear. Her blouse was also too tight
with the buttons straining over her large tits. She wasn't that ugly but I
reckoned her size might swing the contest my way. She was stood in the corner
by herself drinking a coke. I walked up to her and turned on my charm.

"The band isn't bad is it?" I opened the conversation. "Not bad I suppose," she
answered with indifference. She wasn't making this easy. I tried another tack
."I haven't seen you around before, are you from the high school?"

"Yeah." she replied looking at me with unbridled apathy. This was getting
daunting. "Do you want to dance?" I tried with desperation. "I suppose," she
replied in a tone that suggested that she would rather have a red hot poker
stuck up her arse.

We went onto the dance floor and I started my dance routine.... I liked to
think that it would make any girl fancy me. In this case.... no chance. She
continued to show exceptional disinterest by vaguely moving in time to the
music. After a couple of dances I decided to go for broke. "Do you fancy a walk
outside?" I asked. "I suppose," came her listless reply. As we left I tried to
thaw her out and asked if she fancied a drink. To my surprise she agreed and we
slipped into the pub just outside school.

We settled down in the corner to enjoy our drinks and I tried to move matters
forward.

"I'm Henry."

"I'm Chloe"

.... silence

We had a couple more drinks and I could sense Chloe starting to relax. We
decided to head back to the dance. On the way back Chloe said she needed to go
to pee so we took a diversion to the toilet. It so happened that the girl's
toilet was in a quiet part of the and I decided to go for broke when she came
out. I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her. To my surprise she responded
vigorously pushing her tongue into my mouth.

"I'm well in here," I thought. I pushed my hand under her blouse feeling her
huge tits. Unfortunately she had this severely robust bra on with industry
grade engineering and I couldn't get anywhere near her tits. her back was
against the wall making access to her bra fastening impossible. My attempts to
get my hand up her skirt were equally thwarted. He skirt was tight against her
thighs. I pushed my hand up only to encounter a sort of elasticated pantie-
girdle which was so tight that any further progress was ruled out.

Aaaaaargh - so near but so far away!

Chloe started her own exploration and opened my fly. As she did my seriously
stiff and throbbing cock leapt out. Chloe gave a shriek of alarm "Jeeesus
Christ what is that monster!" She grabbed it in her fist as though she was
trying to fight off an attacking snake. Her hand gripped my cock so tightly
that I thought she was going to strangle it. Unfortunately, this triggered my
over sensitive penis and I spurted a massive jet of white gism.

"Eeeeeeeeeeck!" she gave a second scream has my overheated cock deposited huge
volumes of spunk over her hand, arm, legs and belly. "You filthy pig!" she
shouted and ran off down the corridor.

"There goes a beautiful friendship," I thought as I tucked my treacherous cock
back into my pants.

I walked back to hall to see what was going on. Chloe was sat in the corner
talking to another girl. As I walked in they both looked at me as though I was
the nastiest creature on earth.

"Henry!" a voice rang out. Looking around I saw a group of girls sat at a
table. One, who I recognised as a friend of my sister, was signalling for me to
go over to them. They were all laughing and looked very amused about something.
As I reached them the girl, whose name was Jill, asked me to sit down.

"We hear you've been having some fun with Chloe," I said. My heart sank and I
blushed. I hadn't expected the news to have spread so quickly. I guessed my
sister would tease me for months over this. "We have to congratulate you on a
job well done," Jill continued. I was shocked speechless. "What do mean?" I
finally gasped.

"Chloe is what you might call a professional prick tease," Jill explained. "She
and her friend Daphne enjoy making boys suffer. They're not lesbian - they just
hate boys. They enjoy having heavy petting sessions with boys and just as the
he comes to boiling point they walk off leaving him with a severe case of blue
balls. Each time they go out they have a competition to see how many boys they
can leave unfulfilled." With a degree of discomfort I could see parallels with
our "ugliest girl" competition.

"The first time it was a bit of a joke but we're now all pissed off with the
nastiness of it. Tonight your spraying of her with cum has taught her a little
lesson she won't forget." Jill finished.

I felt somewhat relieved that I was seen more as a hero than a dork with
premature ejaculation. We sat talking for a while exchanging gossip. I suddenly
noticed a crowd of girls leaving. Amongst them was the girl in the purple mini
skirt. She looked as luscious as before. "Who is that girl?" I asked Jill. "Oh
you want to forget her," she replied. "That's Sophie Jones. She's the daughter
of one of the richest families in the area and won't have anything to do with
the local boys. Daddy doesn't approve of the local rabble. Only the best will
do for his little girl. She lives in the Grange." I knew the Grange, it was a
huge Edwardian house near the golf course. It sat in several acres of wooded
land and always had at least two BMWs parked in the drive.

I still wanted to get to know her but things were going to be trickier than I
thought.

The following morning, as usual, we jumped on the underground and headed up to
the west end. As luck would have it all the listening booths in Imhofs were
full of girls listening to the latest release from the Beatles so we headed
into Mario's coffee bar. As I was buying an expresso I heard a girl call my
name. Looking around I saw Jill with a couple of other girls at a table. I went
over and joined them.

"You'll never guess Henry, but the lovely Sophie is having a party next week,"
Jill announced. I was interested. "can you get me an invite?" Jill put on a
cunning look. "I could do, I guess, if the price was right."

I should have guessed it wouldn't come free. "OK, what's the deal?"

"Well for now its cokes and hamburgers all round while I think about it."

As she munched her burger Jill pondered. "You know, Sophie is a nice enough kid
but she's so stuck up. Nothing is ever good enough for her. I don't think she's
ever found a boyfriend worthy enough to shag her although with all the horse
riding she does her cherry is probably well popped. The deal is this, if you
manage to get inside her pants I want a full second by second account with
every last detail. Is it agreed?" This was no problem so I agreed.

"OK, " Jill continued. "You will go as my guest." Pick me up at my house at 7:
30 sharp." And she wrote down her address on a napkin.

The following week passed in a blur of anticipation. I took the opportunity to
get my hair cut and make sure that my best gear was clean and ready - I didn't
want to leave anything to chance.

I presented myself at Jill's home promptly the next Saturday and we went by
taxi to the Jones residence.

What a pad! The Jones residence was more like a palace. Light blazed from most
windows and music pounded from the open door. As we approached the door a large
and somewhat burly bloke stepped in our way. "Invitation please!" he requested
as he eyed me in a baleful fashion as though I was something the cat had puked
up. Jill produced a printed invitation card and said he's with me." This had
the required effect. We were allowed into the house.

Jill saw some friends and with a word of good luck left me to my own devices. I
got a coke from the drinks table and circulated. The bad news was that I knew
nobody there. I spotted Sophie but she was involved in a large group and I saw
no easy way to get to speak to her.

I went exploring and soon found myself in a large study cum lounge. There was
no-one in the room. I noticed a guitar leaning against the wall. It was a
Gibson acoustic guitar. And what a beauty it was! Top of the range with
beautiful wood and mother of pearl inlays. I picked it up and played a chord.
Beautifully in tune it was fitted with heavy gauge bronze strings which gave a
deep rich sound. Utter joy.

I sat down in a chair and launched into the Davy Graham classic - Anji.

As I finished playing I heard a small round of applause. Deeply engrossed in
playing as I was I hadn't noticed that a few revellers had come into the room
and had been listening to me.

"Play something else," a girl asked. I needed no encouragement and launched
into my extensive repertoire of Bert Jansch, John Renbourn and blues numbers. I
was quietly grateful that I had assiduously practised on my own acoustic
guitar.

As things progressed I noticed that more and more people had come into the room
and had formed an appreciative audience. As I reached the end of a number
Sophie came up with a coke.

"Take a break, you've been playing for nearly an hour," she said as she sat
beside me. "You play well," she continued. "Thanks," I replied, "it's one of my
hobbies. By the way my name is Henry."

"Oh, I know all about you. You're the lad who almost gave Chloe a heart
attack." My heart sank and I became to stammer a reply. I then noticed that
Sophie was smiling. "Don't sweat it, it was the funniest thing I've heard in
years. Chloe is a bitch and deserved it."

We sat chatting for quite a while I soon found Sophie to be a very easy person
to talk to. She came over as quite a warm person and certainly not stuck up.

"I hope you don't mind me playing your guitar," I asked. "No, it belonged to my
brother but I don't mind." Her answer perplexed me.

"You said belonged?"

"Yes he was killed in a motorbike accident last year. And don't apologise, he
was a mad bugger and died how he wanted - you know 'live fast, die young'. It
was good to hear his guitar being played again, even if you are a better player
that he was. Do you sing as well?"

Well my voice wasn't as good as my playing but I could sing just as well as Bob
Dylan - and we all know how good his voice was. Basically I played, sang and
chatted with Sophie until late. As I left we agreed to meet the next day for an
afternoon stroll in the park.

As I walked home I felt elated not only had I had a brilliant evening, I had
also quite by accident, broken the ice with Sophie. I had a quiet feeling that
things were going to progress well.

I fell out of bed late the next morning. Jean was sat in the conservatory
enjoying the sun.

"Morning bro, how did you get on at the party?" she asked. I gave her the full
story and she seemed impressed. "Well, my boy, it sounds like you may have
pulled off a miracle." I asked what she meant. "Well my contacts tell me that
Miss Jones prefers the company of her horse to members of the male gender. I'm
impressed."

After lunch I headed off to the park. Promptly on time I was sat beside the
band stand enjoying the sun. Time passed and I began to get worried. Was she
going to stand me up. After half an hour I prepared to leave when Sophie ran
up. She was out of breath.

"Sorry I'm late. I had to help get the house straight after the party and it
took longer that expected," she gasped. Sophie was dressed in a white tee shirt
and body hugging Levis. To my mind there is almost nothing as sexy as well
fitting tight jeans. In Sophie's case almost every last detail was revealed
through the jeans. What didn't help was that she had no bra on. Her large
breasts were obviously firm with no sign of sagging.

Suddenly without warning she grabbed me. "Come here," she said and kissed me
deeply. I responded heroically enjoying her tongue as it snaked into my mouth.
After what seemed like minutes we surfaced for breath.

"I needed that," Sophie husked in a mildly aroused fashion. Her face was
slightly flushed and not, I suspected, due to her running to meet me. I looked
at her quizzically. "You're not the only one who has been hunting after a
partner," she added enigmatically. As we walked she explained.

"I know more about you than you think," she began. "I saw you in the queue at
the Yardbirds gig and took a fancy to you then." I was surprised and replied.
"I looked for you at the gig but couldn't find you."

"My two friends decided to go off and have a grope in the dark so I got pissed
and went home early. I then heard that you had been asking about me at the
school dance so I decided to get Jill to bring you to the party so I could
check you out."

I felt slightly annoyed about this undercover work and slightly caustically
replied "I hope I lived up to your expectations!"

Sophie looked at me seriously. "You did. You must understand what living in my
family means. Daddy is seriously rich and mixes with the upper set in this
county. This means that the only boys I meet are total arseholes who are only
interested in playing cricket, riding in the local hunt or getting drunk on
champagne. Daddy is just interested in finding a mate with a suitable
background for me so any of the local boys are just not appropriate." I looked
at her with a slightly chastened air.

"When I saw you at the gig I was keen to get to know you." Sophie continued. "I
knew that this would cause serious upset at home so I needed to find out
whether you were just another arsehole or something better. Our chat at the
party convinced me that we were compatible and that's why I'm here now." We
walked on a bit in silence then Sophie gave a grin and asked me: "Why do they
call you donk?" I decided to take a bold approach to this question and replied
"If you can find a suitable private spot I'll show you."

To my surprise Sophie laughed and said, "Actually I know why but I still want
to see it. Mummy and daddy have gone visiting and won't be back home until
late. Let's go back to my bedroom."

I was gobsmacked. I had hardly expected an invitation back to Sophie's bedroom.
But an offer is an offer.

Sophie's bedroom was amazing. It must have been twice the size of my own and
had a double bed. The decor was stylish and showed youthful elegance. There was
even an en suite bathroom. As we walked through the door Sophie grabbed me and
we kissed deeply. The pressure of her firm breasts against my chest set my
heart thumping and my "old man" stiffened. Sophie felt my bulge and rubbed her
groin against it.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" she asked cheekily. I opened my pants and
my cock sprung out. "Wow," gasped Sophie, "Now I understand why Chloe was
shocked. My horse would be proud of that! Can I touch?"

"OK but careful, "you don't want to get a shower like Chloe!" Sophie gently
wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly stroked. I hadn't experienced
anything like it, her small hand was so warm and soft, it sent waves of
pleasure through my cock. "Slow down," I gasped, "I've shown you mine, can I
see yours?"

Sophie peeled her jeans down. She was wearing a tiny pair of white panties
which barely covered her hairy pussy - and I mean hairy! I always thought that
blondes tended to be light on body hair but Sophie's crotch was a thick mass of
dark blonde hair. As I eased her panties down I felt the damp of her juices
that had soaked into the gusset. I looked up at Sophie's face - it was bright
red - she was blushing.

"Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so, it's just that you're the first person to
see me like this," came a shy reply. She was also a virgin! Things were getting
better. I decided to be gallant - "Don't sweat it, I'm a virgin too." With that
I knelt and kissed her hirsute crotch. If my sisters dirty pants smelt good,
this was incredible. Sophie smelt of soap with a hint of musk. Her hair was wet
with a slightly salty juice. I licked and my tongue glanced across her clit.
Sophie gave a small squeak and pushed forward against me. The more I licked,
the more she pressed. I felt her hands reach behind my head and press me
against her. Harder and harder she rubber her clit against my mouth. Her cunt
was flooding with her fluids. Louder and louder she moaned until with a loud
cry Sophie spasmed.

"I didn't know you had a magic tongue!" she gasped. "Now it's my turn." With
that she pulled me onto the bed and knelt over me. I felt her first grasp my
cock and then the wet warmth of her mouth over its end. Slowly she bobbed her
head up and down taking as much of me into her mouth as she could. Slowly she
stroked my balls gently squeezing them. I felt a pleasant pressure start to
built and started to thrust into her. Sophie started to suck on me. That was
the trigger and I warned Sophie that I was cumming. She gave a hard suck and I
felt my semen jet through my cock into her mouth. I hadn't wanked for some time
so there was plenty to come out. I expected Sophie to pull back - she didn't.
As each jet filled her mouth she swallowed. Finally I finished. Sophie looked
up at me smiling. "How was that?"

"Amazing but didn't your mother teach you to wipe your mouth after eating?" She
had dribbles of white fluid which had escaped her mouth running down her chin
and neck! Sophie pulled off her tee shirt and wiped her face clean.

"Is that better?" she asked. From the sight of her now naked breasts I had to
answer "yes."

As we relaxed on the bed I had a good look at Sophie's naked body. She was
gorgeous. Slim without being skinny, her skin was flawless. Her breasts were
large but firm with no sign of sagging. They were topped with large pink
nipples which were slightly erect. She had her hands behind her neck. Her
armpits were thickly forested with dark blonde hair. I had never seen anything
so sexy. I couldn't resist and leant over and kissed the one nearest to me. Her
axial hair was damp from her sweat. She smelt of a mixture of soap and spice
with a hint of her sharp body odour.

Sophie must have read my mind as asked "Do you like it?"

"You bet," I replied.

"I've never liked shaving my arm pits," Sophie continued. "Razors always leave
me sore and itchy." What is that sexy spicy smell?" I asked. "Deodorants leave
a nasty white deposit which clog up your skin. I found a herbal lotion which I
put on after showering which acts as an effective deodorant and has no harmful
effect." I leant back and slowly licked her arm pit sucking the hair and
tasting her sweat.

All this was getting me excited and my cock had stiffened up again. I moved
down and kissed Sophie's breast. I took her nipple in my mouth sucking and
gently squeezing it between my lips. My hand stroked her hairy cunt my finger
sliding into her moist vagina. Sophie moaned and pulled my head down pressing
it against her breast. I felt the soft but firm flesh press against my face.

Sophie noticed my now throbbing cock and pulled me over on top of me. "Put it
in me," she whispered.

"I don't have a rubber," I gasped. "That's OK, I'm on the pill," came a
reassuring reply.

I eased the head of my cock into her wet vagina and slowly pressed forward. Her
entrance was tight but I slipped in slowly, my path being eased by her
moisture. The sensation was unbelievable and in spite of my recent orgasm I
felt the danger of cumming again. Sophie pulled me against her, her eyes
opening wide in pleasure and surprise as I filled her completely. You know, to
my thinking there's nothing as enchanting as the sight of a beautiful woman
showing the pleasure of the first entrance of a cock into her.

Although Sophie was filled I still had cock to spare! I eased in and out and
found that Sophie began to stretch accommodating more and more of me. To my
amazement I was soon fully buried in her. Sophie's face was flushed and she
gasped at my every thrust. She eased her legs up behind me coaxing me deeper
into her. Slowly I thrust in and out Sophie matching my movements with her own
thrusts.

Neither of us could withstand this for long and I felt my cock erupt inside of
her. The sensation of her vagina filling with my fluids must have triggered
Sophie as she almost immediately orgasmed.

We lay gasping wrapped in each other's arms, our hearts pounding.

"I love you!" Sophie whispered. I felt a deep tenderness, an urge to laugh and
cry as I realised that I felt the same. "I love you too," came me reply.

We lay for what seemed ages enjoying the feel of each other. "We must get up,"
Sophie finally broke our reverie. We went into the bathroom and showered. That
simple act was itself an erotic experience was we soaped each other beneath the
jet of hot water. We dressed and went down stairs.

We made coffee and went into the lounge. "Play for me," Sophie asked and I
began to play her brother's guitar.

"What the hell is going on here!" An angry voice interrupted my playing."
Sophie's parents stood in the doorway. Her father had a red angry face, her
mother was quietly weeping.

"What are you doing in my home with that guitar?" Mr Jones continued.

"I asked him to play," Sophie interrupted. "This is my boyfriend Henry."

"How could you?" Mrs Jones wailed, "that's Peter's guitar."

"Mother, Peter is dead and you must let go," Sophie replied sharply. "His
guitar is a beautiful instrument which deserves to be played not left as a
memorial."

This seemed to get through to the two of them and they sat down with us. Sophie
wasn't finished.

"Henry is a good friend of mine and twice as good as those upper class losers
you keep trying to mate me with. I want someone with a life not some idiot who
went to a public school and as no talent."

Sophie's father looked guilty. "Is that what you really think? I just wanted
you to have someone with the right background. We were only thinking of your
best interests."

"I you really care about me let me make my own choices! What makes you think
that me marrying some brainless upper class moron is for the best. They're
probably inbred and any child I had would be a mutant. I think I know what is
best for me when it comes to men!"

Sophie's parents looked shattered, her father had clearly conceded defeat.
Sophie had clearly lost her temper and I touched her arm signalling for her to
stop. Fortunately she saw sense and bit off any further retort."

"Let's make some tea," I suggested trying to buy some time. Sophie and I went
to the kitchen. "Steady on, I hissed," you've made your point."

"Do you think I went too far," she asked, suddenly looking concerned. "I don't
know," I replied honestly. "Look, go and apologise, it may not be too late."
Sophie nodded and left. I waited for five minutes to allow the dust to settle
and took in the tea.

The three of them were sat together and some good humour had returned to them
all. Peace had been restored. As we drank tea Sophie's parent's started
carefully to interrogate, no, find out about me.

I won't go into detail but will simply report that we chatted for a good two
hours. At the end Sophie's parents had seemed to conclude that I perhaps was
suitable as a companion to their daughter.

After that afternoon things slipped into a nice comfortable pattern. Sophie and
I had plenty of time together and grew closer although we didn't get a chance
to get too close, if you get my drift. Our friends soon realised that we were
an item and it felt pretty good to be out with her at the Marquee. I introduced
Sophie to my parents and sister one day. Afterwards Jean was amazing.

"Well done kid, you've struck gold with Sophie. She's nothing like I was told,
you stick with her."

One Saturday a few weeks later I met Sophie on the way to her home. She had
been playing tennis and looked fabulous in a short pleated skirt. She seemed
excited and I soon discovered why:

"Mum and dad are away for the night so we have some time to ourselves." When we
got to her room Sophie slipped into the shower and I sat reading the latest
edition of New Musical Express. Shortly Sophie came out of the bathroom looking
great in a white towelling gown. We sat on the bed and got down to some serious
necking. As I put my hand on her knee Sophie stopped me.

"Sorry but my period has just started and we can't screw today." I bravely hid
my disappointment and kissed her deeply. When we stopped for breath Sophie
smiled mischievously and spoke, "but I do have another idea."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, I do have another hole which we could use!" and she rolled onto her
stomach. I pulled her gown off her and revealed her gorgeous behind. I gently
rubbed her buttocks. As I did she sighed and spread her legs. Her tiny puckered
anus was revealed. Although Sophie's crotch is very hairy the hair stopped just
before her anus. The area around it was pigmented with a light brown
colouration.

I touched her anus lightly with my finger and it twitched. "Are you sure," I
asked, "it looks pretty small and I am pretty big."

"Of course I'm sure, "Sophie retorted, "you'll have to work carefully to open
me up. Anyway, it opens up well enough when I go to the toilet."

I bent over and kissed her anus. Sophie twitched again and sighed. She smelled
gorgeous, soapy and the slightest hint of shit. I licked her little hole and
wriggled my tongue at its centre.

"You dirty sod," Sophie scolded, "don't you dare stop."

I tongued her more and slowly she relaxed opening up. I started to ease a
finger into her.

Sophie tossed a tube of KY jelly to me, as if to say "Use this."

I dabbed a generous dollop on my finger and slid it in deeply. Her rectum was
warm and moist and empty (to my slight disappointment) I gently rotated my
finger opening her further. The then inserted two and then three fingers
feeling her sphincter relax. I quickly stripped off and greased my "old feller"
liberally with KY.

"Ready?" I asked. "Oh get on with it will you," came an impatient reply.

With that I carefully eased the tip of my cock into her opening. Very gently I
pushed feeling her double sphincter relax. With a slight pop I was in. Sophie
gasped, "Wow!!" I started to ease in more and to my surprise Sophie pushed
against me to speed things up. Slowly over a period of a minute or so I managed
to penetrate her fully.

Sophie suddenly spoke, "this won't do, lie down on your back." I pulled out my
cock and laid down. Sophie then squatted above me and eased my cock back into
her ass.

"Now I control things," she grinned and sat down so I was fully in her. Slowly
she moved up and down my cock, her hand rubbing her clit as she did. The greasy
pressure of her ring moving up and down me was exquisite. Sophie was also
enjoying things and began to pant. She sped up as her climax approached.

"I'm going to cum," I warned. "Good, now fill me up," Sophie gasped. With that
I spurted long and copiously into her bowel. Sophie had not yet climaxed but
continued to move up and down. I felt my semen make my cock more slick and the
pistoning of my shaft make a squelching noise with each thrust. Suddenly Sophie
seemed to flip. She literally screamed as the full force of her orgasm hit her.
She told me later that the combination of the friction of my cock, the
squelching of my fluids and her rubbing of her clit had been deadly.

Sophie collapsed on top of me gasping. "Brother that was something else!" she
exclaimed. After a while I realised that we had a problem. How was Sophie going
to get rid of her arse full of cum without it dripping everywhere and making a
mess. My cock was shrinking fast and beginning to slip out of her and things
were getting desperate. Her bed cover was white and would show up any spilled
mess.

Giggling madly Sophie sort of squatted up and put her hand underneath trying to
cover her anus as my cock plopped out. She nearly made it but a fart burst
forth squirting pale brown semen over my belly. I'll never forget the sight of
Sophie laughing as she rushing to the bathroom with her right hand shoved into
her anus and escaping fluid dribbling down her legs. As she sat on the toilet
farting and dumping the remaining fluid she called out. "Bloody hell, sex can
be messy. Next time we do this remind me to keep a towel under the pillow!"

In many ways that incident was a watershed in our relationship. We no longer
had any inhibitions, we had experienced the most intimate and intense
experiences and this strengthened our bond of love. Also this was the start of
a long and beautiful relationship.

I'll tell you just how long and beautiful another time.

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