Message-ID: <7480eli$9801181718@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Proculus" Subject: Phillipa (teen, anal) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <69tjmd$s6f$1@heliodor.xara.net> FICTION FROM Proculus: Phillippa (teen, anal) ________________________________________________________________________ Another erotic story from the Proculus! Copyright (C) 1998 by Proculus. All Rights Reserved. Free distribution via electronic medium (i.e. the internet or electronic BBS) is permitted as long as the text is not modified and this copyright is included, but no other form of publication is allowed. This document may contain material of an ADULT nature. *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*. Anything offensive is your own problem. This story is for **entertainment** purposes only and does not necessarily represent the viewpoints of the author or the electronic source where this was obtained. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. _______________________________________________________________________ She was the only child of rich parents and I met her in Munich where I was learning German in the early 1930s; whilst she was staying with an impoverished German countess who received such English girls in her home likewise to learn German and for a general finishing course. Phillippa, the girl, was the most ravishing little blonde with the loveliest face and figure imaginable. I fell for her absolutely and totally, as did various other young English and German boys. But though we met and dined and danced, she was always heavily chaperoned by the countess and there was no possibility of being alone with her. I returned to England still besotted with her, but unable to do more than wank myself silly to her image. Then I summoned up the courage to invite her to a matinee. Her parents evidently thought they had better have a look at the young man who was talking about their daughter and invited me to lunch beforehand. I think they must have thought me so gauche and harmless that after lunch they went their own separate ways and did not reappear, allowing their daughter to bring me back to tea after the theatre. I remember nothing of the play - only her lovely profile, illuminated by the stage and the subtle warm scent of her lovely person in the seat beside me. We drove back to the house in a rather tense silence. She excused herself when we arrived, sending me also to wash my hands. A maid brought tea and we made conversation. Phillippa had changed into a lovely green satin frock, her face was freshly made up and waves of the great perfume of the day kept wafting from her. In my eyes she was a goddess! She rang for the maid to remove the tea tray, telling her she wouldnt be needing her any more. Then she got up and stood in front of me. You think Im very beautiful, dont you? she said with a light smile playing around her red lips. Oh, I do! I said, blushing furiously. Yes, lam very beautiful, she went on, and I have a lovely body too. Would you like to see it? I was taken aback I could only gulp and nod. Well, you shall! she said. She dropped her hands down to the hem of her frock and fixing me with her blue gaze, slowly pulled it up. I gazed spellbound as more and more of her lovely slim legs appeared, encased in the sheerest flesh-coloured stockings, until the darker tops of her stockings were revealed, then an expanse of creamy-white thighs and the darlingest pair of pure white silk panties pulled right up into her V. I had hardly taken in this vision of loveliness when she turned round to reveal the back view and simultaneously slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and peeled them slowly right the way down until she could step out of them. I dont think I have ever in my life seen such a heavenly bottom - creamy white, satin smooth and absolutely flawless with an appealing little crack between her rounded twin orbs which seemed to promise heaven knows what mysteries and forbidden delights. She looked at me over her shoulder, I have a lovely bottom, havent I? It was much more of a statement than a question. Its..its the most beautiful bottom I have ever seen. I blurted out. Then you may come and kiss it, she replied. I fell forward on my knees and kissed first the one cheek and then the other - very reverently. I felt her shiver slightly and she planted her feet apart; then her hands descended towards the crack between her heavenly orbs and slowly but firmly pulled them apart. As if in a dream I found my eyes within inches of this holy of holies - a place of existence of which I had never really and truly believed when it came to such devinely equisite girls as Phillippa. A delicious and very slight fringe of golden hair lined the innermost part of her cleft, forming a frame to the perfect star of the tiny sphincter, which itself was of the most delicate pinky-beige hue, giving it a wonderfully unused look. Dont you want to pay homage to it? she asked in a low, husky voice, without turning her blonde head. I leant forward again and buried my nose and mouth in the soft warm cleft. A subtle but intoxicating aroma filled my nostrils, compounded by perfumed talc powder and the slightly sharper but fresh scent of female parts. Very tentatively I produced the tip of my tongue and with it touched the very centre of that equisite star. I felt her shudder and simultaneously she took her hands away from holding up her frock so that I was suddenly and deliciously imprisoned, as in a perfumed tent, with her lovely bottom for company. From her movements I then realised that she had plunged one hand up the front of her skirt and was frantically frigging herself. With the other she had reached out for support on the back of a nearby sofa. This enabled her to lean more forward and plant her legs much further apart. She began to moan - and, emboldened by her own abandon, I spread her bum cheeks wide with my thumbs and thrust my eager tongue right through underneath to the very lips of her little oozing cunt. Then drawing it back along the cleft to the pouting little anus, which I guessed was the part on which she wished me to concentrate. Under my tent my nostrils were filled with the tangy odour of her streaming genitals. As she began to sob with esctasy, I knew that her climax was at hand. Maddened by lust - for my iron hard tool was paining me terribly inside my trousers. I cast all fear and all scruple to the wind, rose shakily to my feet, throwing up her skirt as I did so, dragged out my dribbling cock and rubbed its knob up and down that darling crack, all slippery with our joint juices. Presenting the moist fiery head up against the tight entrance to her bottom I urged my bloated knob into her dark twinkling hole. She suffered the penetrating surge by constricting her opening, sheathing the throbbing bulb inside. I then delivered into her yielding virgin dimple a seething torrent of seminal passion. The waves of milky spunk erupted from the vent of my trapped knob inundating her trembling bottom with a glutinous blanket of white pearly seed. I engulfed her infertile passage with muffled squirts of hot creamy fluid until her bottom was so full of the fat, clotted spunk it swamped each foaming gush ever more faintly. Withdrawing my stiffness from the clutching embrace of her brimming anus my knob gleamed with sticky juices. As I spunked again I aimed it at that star like twitching sphincter, which seemed to be her pride and joy. The force of my sperm was so agonisingly exquisite that I closed my eyes at first; then I opened them to see my tool still spurting rhythmically against its target and the thick sperm slowly beginning to slide down towards the gaping vulva. There was no Pill in those days, so I snatched up the little white silk panties from the floor and quickly wiped it upwards to where her anus was still exposed, I didnt want to give, her a swollen belly! I wiped my cock with the panties - afterwards stuffing them in my pocket. Phillippa remained motionless for a moment, then straightened herself and dropped her frock. Then turning with flushed face and shinning eyes, she kissed me tenderly. You had better go now, she said as Mummy and Daddy may be back any minute and I must go upstairs and see to myself. So I left her - with the strange feeling that we should never repeat this tantalising performance. Nor did we - although I met her once or twice more at parties, where we never referred to what had passed between us. If I hadnt had those darling white panties to remind me - and they were my most treasured possession for many a month afterwards - it might all have seemed just a dream. _______________________________________________________________________ proculus@hotmail.com *** Comment, ideas, or criticisms accepted with enthusiasm! *** Proculus (The Storymaster) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |