Anonymous: The Altar of Venus

"Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before, darling ?"

"Yes.. .1.. .that is.. .girls…." I answered, my voice trailing off in confusion.

"Girls?" she prompted, "What girls?" "Why., .ah.. .lots of them, girls in school!" "School girls?" she repeated, in surprise, "What do you mean, darling? Girls don't take off their clothes at school, do they?"

"No, no! After school I mean, in the park,

"You surely don't mean they take off their clothes in places where boys can see them naked, do you?"

"Yes, m'am."

"Girls how old?"

This interrogation was making me uneasy, still I sensed the fact that I was safe in confiding in her. "Oh, all ages," I answered, rather vaguely. "I did it with one girl that's past 12."

"You did it! Are you trying to tell me that you've really had intercourse with some of those little girls?"

"Sure, I have!" I answered disdainfully. "Lots and lots of them!"

"But darling," she gasped, "I can't believe it! Little school girls are not even supposed to know about such things! Why, good heavens, you couldn't make this go in a little girl without hurting her!"

"It doesn't hurt all of them!" I insisted, stubbornly. Which was true enough, for I hadn't in fact encountered many maidenheads.

"Well, it doesn't seem possible," she comment-ed. Suspending for the moment the interrogation she led me to the bed, lay down upon it, and drew me over on top of her.

Soft fingers took possession of my cock, and guided it quickly to the entrance of the humid recess between her thighs. Now she placed her hands over the cheeks of my bottom. A firm pressure, a gentle movement of hips and thighs and the turgid emblem of my sex was within the portals and I felt the contact of thick, crisp hair against my flesh. She undulated her hips with a gyratory movement and almost immediately that "nice feeling" began to generate itself around the principal point of contact and was radiated thence in delicious little waves thruout my body. I raised and lowered my hips in unison with her own movements.

All too quickly the humid warmth and suction vanquished my limited powers of resistance, and soon the spermatic liquid was being drawn from my testicles. As I moaned with pleasure the pressure of her hands on my bottom became more forceful and her movements more energetic She gasped some unintelligible phrase, a convulsive shudder shook her body and… it was all over. I lay quietly with my weight upon her body until my heart ceased its excessive beating. Then raising myself, withdrew my dripping cock from between her thighs. She gave it one look and springing hastily from the bed, exclaimed:

"My heavens! You're old enough to give me a baby, if I don't watch out!"

She ran into the bathroom and after a brief absence returned with a damp towel, with which

she sponged me off. Assuming that my hour of triumph was over, I reached for my clothing but she detained me with a gesture and suggested that I lie down and rest a few minutes first. So willingly enough, I lay back down on the bed again. She lay down by me, slipped an arm under my neck and drew my face over against one of her protruding, pointed breasts. I pressed my cheek gratefully against the cool, smooth flesh.

"Now tell me about those girls," she insinuated, softly. And bit by bit she drew from me the gist of my juvenile romances. These disclosures seemed to cause her the most genuine surprise. While we talked one of her hands engaged itself with my cock. She slipped, the foreskin back and forth, fingered and toyed with it. Between this tantalizing manipulation, the sight of her naked body, and the erotic effects of our conversation as she pressed me for intimate details of my conquests, it began to recover its dignity, extending itself perceptibly in length and breadth.

"Do all the boys in school do such things ?" she asked, her fingers continuing their soft play over the head of my cock. -

"Sure; they all do," I answered, innocently.

"Then Gerald has been doing it,with girls, too?"

"Gerald? Well I don't know about him!"

I answered in confusion. She remained silent and recovering my composure I ventured to extend my tongue, and rather timidly caressed one of those luscious, red strawberries which was in tempting proximity to my lips. I felt a tremor pass over her body and encouraged, I took the whole strawberry in my mouth and sucked it avidly. Immediately her fingers tightened around my cock and she began to pump it vigorously. I became still more daring, and placed my hand down over the triangle of dark curls. And, after a momentary hesitation, I laid my finger on the warm, moist membranes of her cleft.

In the course of my education in sexual physiology, I had learned that in the upper extremity of the little valley, just like a sentinel on guard over the sacred precincts, was a little protuberance which had a predilection for being petted gently. It had the odd faculty of enlarging itself slightly wnen touched or caressed, its reaction in this respect being similar to that of the male organ.

Putting this knowledge into effect I located the highly sensitive little nerve, and with the tip of my finger agitated it softly. Under the light touch it responded by expanding and hardening. At this point she suddenly seized my hand, and laughing hysterically, removed it. She kissed me

with real fervor and pressed her body closer to mine.

"Come on sweetheart, we'll do it once more!"

Disengaging herself from my arms she turned over on her back, and separating her thighs, drew me up upon her. Again my cock, now well restored to virile capabilities, was introduced in-to the tempel of love. The encounter was swift and vigorous. I seconded her lively movements, and again those hot lips drained my testicles to the last drop. Shortly thereafter I was dressed, and ready to take my departure. As I stood near the door, she kissed me good-by, adding in an anxious whisper: "You won't ever, ever tell anyone, will you, sweetheart?" Fervently assuring her that I never, never would, I took my leave.

At the fronfr gate I met Gerald, who greeted me angrily.

"Where have you been all this time?" Did you get the paste?"

"Paste? I repeated, vaguely, "Paste?" Why .. .ah, no, there wasn't any!" And leaving him staring at me open-mouthed, I continued on up the street. Kite flying no longer interested me.

With the optimism of youth, I assumed that the romance so auspiciously begun, would be continued. But alas, I was doomed to disappointment. Whether the lady repented of her little in-" discretion, or decided that I was too young to be

trusted I know not, but at any rate, never by word or sign did she encourage me to expect a repitition of the adventure, and eventually I comprehended that the chapter was closed.

During the year which followed I made a number of conquests among young girls of the neighborhood but do not recall of any which were of special interest. It was not so easy now as it had been at first. Girls had to be won with courting, coaxing and artifice. They protested hypocritically at bold advances. They were afraid they would "get a baby." And how it happened that none actually did only heaven knows, for some of these young misses were close around the age of puberty, as was attested to by the fine growth of silky hair on their little mounts, and diminutive, budding breasts.

I found that successful dealings with them hinged mostly on coaxing them into some secluded place where there was no danger of intrusion or interruption. Once this was accomplished, a preliminary kissing and petting to get them "hot" followed up by the sudden insertion of a hand up under their skirts and panties was generally sufficient to get things started. There would be a few squeals and protests, but the tip of a skilled finger played over and around a certain magic little spot generally vanquished the half-hearted resistance. The system was simplici-