Ed Keyes: Pilgrim of passion

She was in trouble and she knew it. Instead of going directly home, she sat in the park and thought about things. She was expelled from school, and according to the slip of paper they had given her, she was to bring her parents with her when she returned again.

It was a glorious spring morning and she had little real interest in school. She had other things on her mind.

She decided that she would call Raoul and see if he was at home. If he was, she was going to spend the day with him. She liked the things that she could do with Raoul and he was very eager to teach her things.

She was fifteen and her body was developed to the point where every male around looked at her and seemed to enjoy doing it, too. And she liked being looked at. She knew that. She liked Raoul, too.

He was not like the boys that she knew. He was in his early twenties and he had only recently come from Europe. He was very polished about sex and all of its pleasures and he had agreed to teach her all that he knew. She thought that that was very nice of him. And she did want to be a good pupil.

Her parents were dead and she lived in a foster home with a couple who were too old to try and raise a very beautiful blonde foster daughter. She hated her foster home and she was doing a lot of thinking about running away. Perhaps today would be a good day for running away. She would have to talk it all over with Raoul if she went to see him.

She glanced at her watch, then she walked over to an outside phone booth and she dialed Raoul's number. He answered on the very first ring. She said hi and he said hi and then she blurted out the truth.

"I got expelled," she said. "They say I take too much time off. Like that. What are you doing?"

He laughed. "I'm thinking about what a nice day we could have if you decide to come over here."

"I'll hurry," she said, breathlessly.

She began to tremble as soon as she hung up the phone. Raoul could always do that to her. He was a good looking man and he was so obviously sexy and since she had been spending so much time with him, she had come to like him in a much different way than when they first became friends. Now he was her lover and she was his ardent pupil, always eager to learn and to please. He was really the reason why she was being expelled because she had discovered that she liked being with Raoul more than she did being in school. So, they walked for long hours in the city streets and sat in the parks and talked and when he took her to his apartment, they wound up in a frantic sexual embrace and he enjoyed her and she enjoyed him.

There had to be more to it, she knew. So, she had made him promise her that he would stop thinking of her as a child and begin treating her like a young lady.

She knew by now that she loved sex, and that she would do anything that Raoul might ask of her, but her inexperience was one of the things that she worried most about.

She walked along the city streets, aware that she was becoming more and more excited as she neared Raoul's apartment. It was still quite early and she thought that they might have some breakfast before they did anything else.

When she arrived at Raoul's place, she took the elevator to the fifth floor and when she rang his bell, she found that she was shaking. She did not know if she was unnerved because of anticipating sexual delights with her friend, or if she worried about being expelled and not returning to her home. She was in lots of trouble and she just didn't care at all any more.

Raoul let her in and he welcomed her with his usual big smile. As soon as he closed the door he put his hands on her breasts and when she moaned and started to cave, he laughed and pulled her into his arms. He was wearing a pair of rainbow slacks and nothing else. He kissed her and when she shivered and squirmed against him he pulled her closer to him and his mouth was warm and slippery as it molded her lips and thrilled her and increased her passions. She was shaking and gasping for breath and she knew that he enjoyed doing that to her. He loved to arouse her to the point where she lost all control and then he would work on her systematically and put her fires out one by one. She knew that much from the things that they had already done.

She could feel the immense bulge in his trousers and it pleased her to know that she could affect him so easily. He put his arm around her shoulders and he almost carried her toward the bedroom. She was suddenly alive and throbbing with sexual eagerness and she was as eager for bed as he was.

He began undressing her, smiling at her distress. She just couldn't stop shaking and she could feel the warm, trickling sensations deep within her crotch as his touch triggered one orgasm after another in her. She put her hands on the waistband of his trousers and when she pushed them downwards she saw that he had nothing on underneath them. She put her hand on his stiff rod and as he made a soft, pleased sound deep in his throat, she began moving her hand up and down and she giggled as he began to shiver, too.

They shifted and fell and she landed on the bed and he was on top of her, still struggling to get her panties off. She made a quick movement with her hand and then she could feel the wetness of his tongue in her slippery slit and then it was inside and she knew that they were just too worked up for anything but that which they were doing. His tongue and his clinging mouth were driving her out of her mind with intense sexual thrills and she shifted her head until her mouth found his slippery organ and then he was sliding it into her mouth and she was shaking and quivering with great erotic ecstasies as her busy little tongue forced him into eruption, and as she devoured him, she could feel the quick, frenzied bursts of passion quickening and bubbling in her depths and she was sure that she was going to faint with ecstasies too intense to be endured.

She didn't faint. She kept right on with her eager efforts and when she finally made him erupt again, she lingered, feasting as delicately as a praying mantis, as shamelessly as any glutton.

They talked after a while and he held her in his arms and their naked bodies touched and glowed with sheer wanting. He liked kissing her, he said, so he did it often. And that made it difficult for her to explain about things to him.

"You don't seem to care," she said, "but, I am in a hell of a mess. I don't dare go home. They'll call the welfare people and I will wind up in juvenile hall and that will be the end of me. I can't go home. I can't."

"So, don't go home," he said. He was sitting up, smiling at her, and he was sliding his finger in and out of her over-stimulated pussy and she was hopping around, trying to keep her mind on the things that she wanted to talk to him about. She saw that he was hard and ready again and she forgot all about the things that she was trying to say. He gave her breasts a gentle shove and she toppled backwards, her luscious thighs opened and then he was on top of her and her dainty fingers were guiding him into her. She gasped as the tip of his organ touched her opening, and then she gave a quick, convulsive shifting of her hips and her body swallowed him. They began the frantic motions of screwing, both of them gasping for breath, squirming and heaving in powerful combat and their hands were busy with each other's parts, their mouths clung, their tongues battled and tasted and twisted and then they were bursting and exploding and the frenzied orgasms tore them apart, drove them high up on a craggy place of exquisite torments and tiny, blazing spasms that brought a little more relief each time one occurred.

They held on to each other, drenched with sweat and too weak to move for a long time. He lit a cigarette and gave it to her, and then he lit one for himself. In time, they were able to sit up and when he headed for the bathroom, she went along with him. He watched her as she used the vaginal syringe that he kept in a drawer, then they walked into the shower and while she washed him, he did as much for her. When they were clean they went back to bed and he held her in his arms while they slept.