Chapter 1—A Golf Game Rarely Goes To Plan
I was very happy, ecstatic in fact, when we finally moved into the newly built house my father had bought for 12,500 $. It was June 1957. Now that I lived in Rosemère, I would be able to go work as a caddie in the golf club without having to cross the bridge over Rivière Des Mille Îles using my bicycle, like I had to when I pedaled on Highway Eleven from the village of Sainte-Rose to Rosemère Golf Club. That bridge was narrow and my mother was always worried about me.
In April, my father bought me a brand new putter for my sixteenth birthday. I was presently using it in my new bedroom, enjoying the fact that my floor carpet offered a ball speed somewhat similar to some greens. I had to keep the door closed, and if I didn’t, I ran the risk of having Spartacus steal my ball and happily run away with it.
Spartacus was our cocker spaniel, a usually fine dog I had a great relationship with, but not when he stole my ball and disturbed my putting practice! I loved walking the dog; being on the street with a dog offered the possibility of having a girl my age attracted to Spartacus and speaking with me. Spartacus didn’t complain either.
I was playing my favorite record, “A Sunday Kind Of Love” by the Harptones, yet again, as I carefully aimed and measured the power behind my twelve-foot putt, which was pretty much from one end of my room to the other. A lead soldier was posing as the center of an imaginary hole. I was getting better and better; I was successful three balls out of ten from that distance. Whenever I halved the distance, I was becoming a putt-sinking machine! However, I knew this would be harder to do on an actual golf green.
Then I heard my mother’s voice. She was prompting me to do my homework, in French like in the vast majority of households in the Province of Quebec. Reluctantly, I put away my ball and my putter, which I snuggly encased back home in my bag, where its head came to rest against the treacherous one-iron, near my trusty two-wood with its curved persimmon head. My mother was right. I needed to prepare for my end-of-year exams. Soon, school would be out and I’d have all the time in the world to indulge in my passion for this summer game invented in Scotland.
After my homework, I went to the living room and had a small glass of milk with two cookies; mother made sure I didn’t take a third one. After secretly offering a small bite of cookie to Spartacus, I kissed my mother goodnight, had a short chat with my dad about my next exam, then turned in for the night.
I made sure my door was closed. I was allowed one hour of reading time. Keeping my bedside lamp on, I reached for a precious piece of paper in my secret place, between two boring books about geography. On that piece of paper was my secret rendezvous! She was the lady on the bottom right corner of a catalogue page I had pilfered.
I contemplated my secret sweetheart, a cute brunette wearing a plaid dress that was blue on white, and white day gloves that gave her an air of respectability. She must have been twenty-five or perhaps even thirty years old. I loved the maturity in her pretty face; I adored her pale complexion and the way her bright skin contrasted with her brown hair, which was wavy, shoulder-length, and neatly held together with blue ribbons that matched her dress. She was smiling at me with dreamy eyes!
I started masturbating, picturing her kneeling in front of me with her dainty mouth sucking my dick while she held it in her white-gloved hand! I used a liberal amount of saliva to wet my fingers and make the sensation more similar to what I thought it was; I was a virgin that way too! I did my very best to imagine what it would be like to feel her tongue running my full length. I envisioned her red lipstick smearing my dick as her wet mouth coated my teenage skin. Oh, God! Oh… The feel of her white-gloved hand on my manhood would be ungodly! Oh, yes!
In my mind, she looked up at me and smiled, glad to be offering me this priceless gift. I hope I would someday be a good, considerate husband. I loved women and highly valued any gift they would be willing to give me, but I had yet to get one!
Some lads at school had had that experience, or perhaps they were lying about it. I did my best to imagine the silkiness of her hair as I would caress her bobbing head while she’d keep pleasuring me, holding my dick in her hand. I was now hard and bulging, and my skin was stretched on my virgin boyhood!
I turned off the light, lay down, and quietly pictured myself unbuttoning her dress top and discovering the bra guarding her curve-perfect breasts; two boobs of average size; perfect for me! In my mind, I quickly undid her bra, pulled her dress top all the way down her arms, and began sucking her marvelous breasts!
I was so curious about this! What would it feel like to take a girl’s nipple in my mouth and gently stroke it with my tongue? I tried to imagine her delicate skin softly yielding, and her scent! Wow!… This must be awesome! I looked forward to the day when I’d meet my first steady date. We would do some backseat bingo and it would be amazing! Yes indeed, kissing and making out in the backseat of a car would be nothing short of amazing bliss!
I didn’t need to have my secret sweetheart’s picture in front of me. I knew her well enough to have a clear picture in my mind. The fantasy got more serious. I was lying down on my back. I kept picturing her riding my dick and bouncing on my lap as she made sounds; the same sort of muffled sounds I had overheard, at times, from my parents’ bedroom late at night. I held her slim waist and looked at her, my eyes into hers, as she kept riding my cock like the dream she was!
Her magnificent breasts would keep jiggling up and down in a mind-boggling show! My imaginary sweetheart had pale nipples of the same shape I had seen on the picture of some Greek statue in my book of advanced Latin.
Then I would ejaculate! I would shoot a hard, thick rope of teenage cum! All in the void of a boy’s wishful thinking.
Then, I would hug a pillow and pretend I was holding her, kissing her, and telling her how wonderful she was! This was my own idea of my future married life. I would make her a mother several times over! Que sera sera! As I fell asleep, I silently played Doris Day’s hit from last year in my enamored mind. Doris Day’s wonderful voice rang its melody in my head: “Que sera sera… Whatever will be, will be… The future’s not ours to see… Que sera, sera!”
A few days later…
It was Monday, 4 A.M. School was out and I was off to play golf! Monday was a very special day for the Golf Club employees. Each Monday, we were allowed to play for free until 9 A.M. If I got up early enough, I could tee off on the first hole at five o’clock sharp and play a full round of eighteen holes!
After getting out of bed and waking up using cold tap water followed by a quick shave, I had a cup of strong coffee from Maxwell House and a couple of peanut-butter toasts while listening to the early-morning radio. They were playing one of my childhood favorite songs, Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, the version by Johnny Mercer and the Pied Pipers from ten years ago…
“Great world to be in, sun shines brightly, breeze blows lightly… Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! My, oh, my, what a wonderful day! Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way… Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!… Mister Bluebird on my shoulder…“
Gee, I was glad to be already fluent in English! Most lads my age weren’t. Truth be told, most adults in Quebec weren’t either. I had both English-speaking and French-speaking friends. I even knew a Henry Chèvrefils whose older cousin was now playing hockey for the Boston Bruins, this year’s Stanly Cup finalists who had been defeated two months before by the all-powerful Montreal Canadiens. I nonetheless loved the Bruins’ gold, black and white jersey with the large letter B inside a circle.
Most of the golfers at the Club spoke English as their first language, like the majority of Rosemère’s residents. I wasn’t too sure what a sand bunker was really called in French.
Yes, this would be a very fine day to play golf! There was nothing merrier than a June morning on a golf course, with firs, maples, and oaks all cheering up to me under the bright morning light with birds chirping! Here and there, a squirrel would lightly run among the rough ferns. If I was lucky, I’d spot a fox zooming across the fairway! This was indeed a great world to be in, even if I didn’t play my long irons as well as I’d like!
One mile of bicycle later, I was off on the tenth hole! I usually played the second part of the course first to make sure I was all by myself in the most thickly forested links. Pretty much everyone else arrived later, around six or seven o’clock, and played only nine holes. I didn’t like playing with my fellow caddies; they spoke too much and moved too slowly down the course. I much preferred playing alone and immersing myself in the game. I played fast.
The tenth hole was a par three. Off the tee, I hit an accurate five-iron shot into a moderate breeze for 160 yards. My ball landed on the green and rolled close; it wasn’t a fast green and there was a lot of dew at that time of the day. I barely missed the birdie putt!
The eleventh hole also went well; I hit a strong drive with my two-wood, which I used as my driver since I consistently hit it straight, while I nearly always sliced my one-wood off to the right.
From the fairway, my second shot was a three-iron that landed me on the green fringe some 180 yards farther; I had hoped the ball would roll closer to the pin, but the grass was wet with dew and recent rain, so the ball landed and remained there. Since the lie of the ball was too treacherous for my putter, I played a delicate chip shot using my seven-iron. The ball rolled, rolled, curving on the slightly sloping green, then it stopped just on the cup’s edge, and fell! Birdie! What a lucky shot!
I was one stroke under par moving to the twelfth hole. I started thinking… Would I be playing on the PGA Tour someday? Ben Hogan, Sam Snead, and the other stars seemed magically out of my reach. The tales of their one-iron shots and perfectly centered drives were legend!
But then… What if war broke out between U.S.A. and U.S.S.R.? All hopes and dreams of humankind would be wiped out soon after the first sirens would be heard in towns. I preferred not to think about this.
On the dreaded twelfth hole, I foolishly tried using my one-wood and hit my ball out of bounds, way off to the right! What a rookie mistake!
This par-four hole was heavily forested. On the right-hand side of the fairway stood a high row of firs and beech trees, and beyond them lay the club’s boundary line, marked by read-headed stakes, just twenty feet off the fairway. Any wild shot to the right was out of bounds and carried a one-stroke penalty with distance, meaning I had to replay my shot off the tee while adding two strokes to my total.
After my wild shot, I took the stroke and distance penalty and hit another drive, this time using my two-wood as I should have. I landed square on the fairway; the ball rolled and came to a stop some 20 yards shy of the white-and-yellow stake (visible on the rough) marking 150 yards from the hole flag; this meant my drive had traveled about 230 yards. I was very pleased with this pro-like shot.
I walked off to the right and into the rough among the fir trees to see if I could retrieve my wild ball. When I had first started working as a caddie five years before, there were only trees and no houses. Now there were a handful of newly built houses along this par-four hole.
I saw my ball as clear as day. It had landed on a patch of grass, near a thicket of trees, deep in the backyard of one of these new houses. I carefully looked around to make sure there was no one and no dog around! A good golf player must always be mindful of all hazards on and near the course! Some hazards came with these modern houses; they were brand new, 1957 hazards!
As I walked over and picked up my Spalding ball, I heard a female voice…
“Hi! Nice weather to play! But why are you up so early, Mister?” said an unknown dame.
I started. I looked the way this lovely voice came from and I saw a girl, or perhaps a woman, who was quietly sitting and reading a book on a wooden chair, half-hidden behind some recently planted spruces. I stood some fifteen yards away from her. She was a cool-looking brunette with pale skin, and wavy hair about shoulder length. She had been sitting with her legs folded under her, in a very feminine pose! She wore a checkered dress displaying turquoise squares on a white field. Her dress top was jazzed up with a matching necklace made of turquoise beads. She had the overall look of a gorgeous pin-up girl! She was a petite girl with perky assets. I instantly felt strongly attracted to her.
I felt very shy in front of her. As far as I could perceive, she was smiling at me, yet I felt like a boy who had just been caught doing something naughty.
I kept staring at her. She laughed. Her soprano laughter added to the sparkly charm emanating from her figure. She looked like a grown woman who still had a foot in her teenage years. I gave her eighteen or nineteen years old, that is, an eternity older than myself!
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Your face…” said the laughing dame. “Your face… So funny! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Don’t be shy, young man! Come over!” She gestured at the other chair and added: “Would you like to take this chair? I could use some company. I’m so bored these days…”
I didn’t speak a word. My golf ball in one hand, my four-iron in the other, I walked right near her. I put down my golf bag, rested my iron on it, buried the ball in my pocket, and sat on the offered chair.
She slid her own chair close to mine. As she did so, I noticed her bare feet. She had slipped off her light summer shoes so she could read more comfortably with her petite legs folded under her on the chair. Since her checkered dress ended just below her knees, I had an arousing view of her lower legs and feet. Oh, her lovely feet! To me, there was something unspeakably exciting in a girl’s feet. A girl’s feet were girlier than girly! Looking at her feet, I felt a hard-on quickly growing under my tweed trousers.
I gulped my saliva and kept my hands crossed on my lap in order to hide my embarrassing penile condition. She laughed again as she gazed at me; this time her laughter sounded more nervous. Looking back at her, I was hit by her charm at point-blank range.
She had such dreamy eyes! Her watered gems were of some shade of green. They presently looked the same turquoise as the squares patterning her checkered dress. I felt very, very shy. She looked like a dream come true! Since she was clearly older than me, she looked off-limits for any dating prospect. This off-limit element added to my arousal and inflated my erection to a raging status. I found something wildly erotic in the entire notion of becoming intimate with an older girl.
Her eyes followed my gaze. Oh no! She noticed I kept looking at her feet! My face blushed. Oh, Good Lord, have mercy! Now she was going to get angry and order me to leave at once or else she’d call the police!
She did nothing of the sort. She smiled at me, but it was a different kind of smile; I had seen girls smiling at their steady date in this way. Now, this was the very first time a girl was directing such a smile at me. It felt amazing! I liked her already! And I had yet to speak to her!
“Mister likes the lady’s feet, eh? But don’t be shy! We’re alone, just between ourselves,” said the unknown dame as she smiled in a flirting way. Then, she laughed again.
As she laughed and kept gazing at me, her eyes suddenly took a deep light… There was something wild and intense in her expression.
“Do you think I’ve invited you just to talk about the weather?” she said, before laughing once more.
As she laughed nervously, she tilted her head up and gave me a nice show of her breast shapes. Oh, God! Her boobs were so tantalizing! They were of average size, rode rather high on her chest, and looked just as firm and perky as a sweet sixteen!
I finally cleared my throat and spoke: “Hello! My name is…”
“No! No names, Mister! Let’s play a game!” she replied.
“A game?” I asked.
“Yes, a fun game! You’ll be Mister, and I…”
“And you’ll be the Countess of Rosemère!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!… Oh… Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! The Countess of Rose… Oh… Mister… Mister! You’re so funny! But, oh… You’re so tall! You look pretty young, but you… Are you six feet tall?”
“Yes, Ma’am… uh… Milady! I’m six feet and one half of an inch.”
“Six feet and… Ooohhh… Yes! A tall teenage boy!” she said, looking at me with wide-open eyes, like a little girl looking at her favorite treats in a candy store. Her hand rested on my forearm as she spoke. Her touch sent fireworks everywhere within me! This was the first time ever a stranger woman was touching me in such a personal way! I was starting to wonder whether I was dreaming.
“Madame la Comtesse,” I said, taking a playfully formal tone. “I take the liberty to remind you, Milady, that I am not a boy anymore. I am Mister!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Yes… You’re right, Mister! Wow! You’re such a big tickle! Yes, a big tickle, which means funnier than funny!” she replied, then she took a mockingly formal tone that echoed mine and added: “Oh, but there’s something else… Mister is taking his stride in the game! He’s serious! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Well, yes, Milady! I’m honored by your company! Madame la Comtesse looks radiant today!”
“Oh… Mister is now courting me! Oh, yes you are! Naughty Mister! How dare you! Looking at your Countess in such a… such an improper way! Oh… You shouldn’t be doing this! Tsss tsss!”
She was pointing her index up in the air as she playfully admonished me. I blushed to a brick red. She made the June-morning backyard resonate again with her sparkly laughter.
As she laughed and smiled at me with playful eyes, she inched herself closer to me. I felt her knee touching mine. She was right at the edge of her seat now. Her hand was on her armrest, almost touching mine.
Once more, the more experienced girl followed my gaze…
“Mister! Mister! I caught you! Mister wants to hold my hand! Yes you do! Yes you do! Tsss tsss!” she said in the same playful tone that matched the lights in her eyes.
Then she laughed again and looked straight into my eyes… Her gaze became suddenly ablaze with deep, mysterious fires, and she added: “Confess! Confess, Mister! The Countess rewards honesty! So confess! What are you thinking now, Mister? What would you like to do with me now? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha…”
“Wh… What I’d… do?!” I said, gulping my saliva and almost unable to utter a sound. I had a fantasy running in my mind; a scene where I rushed at her, kissed her and urgently unbuttoned her dress to uncover the full whiteness of her breasts!
I looked at her. She was so close to me now! I felt her hand against mine. Her knee was still in full contact with mine. I adored feeling her touch! I adored seeing her face so shockingly close to mine!
I panicked; my nostrils were inebriated with her girly scent. I felt a sudden fear and almost yielded to it; I thought of jumping from my seat and scampering away, but I decided against it. I let my fear run through me. I was very curious to see how this would play out, and besides, I wasn’t going to die! What was she going to do now?
“Tell me! Tell me, Mister! What would Mister do with his Countess, now that he is all alone with her?” she asked again, biting her lip and playfully punching my shoulder before bursting out again in girly-nervous laughter. She was so beautiful!
As she nervously laughed, she further leaned against me, her face almost touching mine…
“You can ask me anything, Mister… Don’t be shy, Mister…” she whispered in a suddenly soft, sensual tone.
“I… I would love to… love to…” I blurted.
“Yes?! Love to what? Come on, Mister! Tell me, don’t be shy!”
“I would love… I would love to touch and kiss your feet!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha… Ha… I believe you, Mister! You’ve been looking at them since you came near me…”
I looked at her, transfixed. I did nothing. I sat like a statue beside her, my face blushing.
“Well, Mister?! What are you waiting for? Go right ahead!”
As she spoke, she lifted her feet up so I could have a better look at them. They looked so inviting, so small and feminine with spotless white skin! Her delicate toes spelled “girly” in five letters of sensual skin. Her toenails were deliciously plain; they were just as spotless as the rest of her!
I had some trouble moving due to my mammoth erection, but I managed to kneel in front of her. She laughed as she watched me moving so clumsily and visibly quite embarrassed. Her laughter sounded very nervous, though.
Then I touched her feet. It felt like touching a heaven of silk!
I began to lightly massage them, feeling the lovely tenderness of her soles. I was touching a girl’s feet! I couldn’t believe it!
“Oh… A man’s touch!” she cooed. “On me, and this is a boy I like! Oh, it feels so good! Oh…” She let out a very low moan as I kept massaging her lovely feet.
Growing bolder, I stooped down and kissed her feet! I pressed my lips on her delicate softness; I heard her cooing and repeating how good it felt as I kissed her feet again, again, and again. I felt immense elation; I was touching a girl in a sexual way for the first time, and on top of that, she was clearly enjoying this!
I grew bolder still and started licking her feet! My darting tongue took a tour of her subtle toes… Her tenderness tasted and smelled like some cheese with nut flavors, somewhat salty. She smelled all delicate with subtle mushroom notes. As my tongue kept learning her feet’s flavor, my hands explored the tender firmness of her soles and heels.
“Hmmm… Oahh!” she moaned. “The Countess likes her footman! Oh… It feels so good!… Hmm… You’re so handsome! Your hands feel so strong on me! Oh, Mister…”
My sweet Countess was breathing very deep as she spoke. I became even more fearless and began caressing her lower legs, going higher and higher, reaching her knees, and presently going for her thighs under the hem of her checkered dress…
“No!” she said, her voice suddenly worried. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you… You’re too young! It’s not… It’s not right!”
As she said this, I grew afraid she’d leave. I suddenly realized how much I wanted to stay with her and take things further. I didn’t want this waking dream to end! I took her hand in mine and very gently stroked it. Kneeling in front of her while holding her hand, I looked like a teenage Lancelot pledging undying love to Queen Guinevere.
“Please, Milady,” I said. “Stay! And let’s play our game! I want to play that game. I’m not too young. I’m six feet tall! Remember?”
As she heard “six feet tall”, it was as if I had cast a magic spell on her! Her eyes turned incredibly soft and she let herself slide down from her chair, so she could sit on the grass beside me. She was presently kneeling with her legs folded under her and she was facing me, her hands resting on her thighs.
Her face drew closer to mine, with turquoise fires glowing beneath the waters of her gaze. Her dark eyebrows offered two delicate arches highlighting the paleness of her eyelids, further highlighted by the blackness of her eyelashes, which were teenage-light; she wasn’t wearing any mascara. She was so naturally beautiful, so radiant with her dreamy eyes!
Time stopped. Everything felt magic around us. We were both lost in some eternal present time. Her peach-soft face inched closer to mine as I tenderly took her hands in mine.
We kissed.
I kissed her again. She kissed me back.
I started gently stroking her hair as I kept kissing her. I was overwhelmed by the myriads of unknown sensations taking hold of my being! I no longer belonged to myself! I was part of something so much bigger!
There were the two of us, the sun and the universe. As we kissed, the countless lovers who ever kissed since the dawn of times were alive again, and they were kissing along with us, partaking in some spiritual orgy of eternal kissing!
I had got up from my bed with no more experience than masturbating to a catalogue page. Now I was kissing a girl for real, and caressing her hair, feeling her nose delicately resting against mine… I was kissing a girl! An older girl! No words! I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want this moment to end. I let the magic speak in visible silence.
Her lips very softly yielded under mine. She had a lingering flavor of orange juice. She was all soft and moist. Her mouth was gaping; I kept gently pressing her lips; the tip of her tongue chanced to meet mine; we began playing with each other’s tongues.
She let out a small, nervous laugh, then she closed her eyes, leaned her head slightly to the side and put her arms around me, in a very awkward position since we were both kneeling and kind of leaning on each other.
She was breathing deep, very deep! I drank her breath. I felt her growing excitement. Her rosy fragrance was a magic spell. Her hair smelled flowery at first, then lent more on leathery honey; there was also something more spiritual in the way her wavy locks shone under the morning sun.
Her scent and her kiss would stay with me forever. It felt like it was never going to end, like this morning of June 1957 would go on forever, yet it was over too soon!
Presently, I felt my lower back straining too much and I had to shift my position. We had been kissing for several minutes, leaning on each other while kneeling uncomfortably and holding each other. It was wonderful, awkward, magic and achy at the same time.
As I shifted from my position, she shyly looked down with a jocund smile. I became bolder; I instinctively took command and I saw the pleased surprise in her eyes as I took her in my arms and gently persuaded her body to lie down on the grass, where I kissed her again.
We began making out. She ran her fingers through my hair. This time, our kissing had something more intense. She was sharing my excitement as I gently pressed the crease of her hips and felt her abdomen with one hand while supporting my weight on the other arm. The grass was still slightly wet, but we didn’t mind.
I caressed her slim waist; now I moved my hand slowly up, almost reaching her breasts, then I moved down her abdomen again. As we kept kissing, I grew curious to touch her boobs through her dress, but I wouldn’t dare. The squares on her checkered dress followed the nubile curves of her breasts, which felt magically forbidden. The turquoise squares on her dress came from the Land of Oz, the adult version. It felt like sharing kisses with a teenage fairy who had suddenly grown into a woman.
“It’s OK… Mister… Mister can take more liberties with the Countess,” she said between kisses, her voice panting. Then, she playfully peppered my nose with pecking kisses and added: “What I mean is… Well, just put your hands anywhere you’d like! But don’t tell me first! Surprise me! I love nice surprises! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
She was pleased, yet she also sounded very nervous.
“Are you… Sure?” I asked, hopelessly shy.
“Mister! You should address me as Milady! And yes, you will run your hands on my person wherever you want, and this without telling me first! This is a game, Mister! So take your stride! Touch your Countess! Do as you like! Sit tibi copia nostris!”
Oh, God! She knew some Latin too? Sit tibi copia nostris! She had said the same words as Echo had repeated to Narcissus near the fateful pond. It meant “Do with me as you like!”
I couldn’t believe my own ears! She looked all the way down at my crotch, where my raging erection was forming a powerful tent. I blushed!
Then, she looked straight at me, her devil eyes filled with secret fires. I had never seen a girl’s eyes in such a state! Her pupils were so large! She was eating me up with pits of darkness rimmed with watery turquoise!
“Yes! Defile me, Mister! Defile me!” she said, almost begging me.
Sensing I was too shy to take the liberties she had requested herself, she took my right hand and placed it directly on her left breast! I almost died from sheer elation! I was touching a girl’s boobies! For real?!
Her torso stiffened with excitement. She gently moaned as I tentatively cupped her mound and started caressing it through the thin fabric of her dress. I felt the seams of her bra underneath. Oh, God!
This was all so very new to me… New, but ungodly exciting! A bit forbidden too… Most adults would say that a sixteen-year-old boy shouldn’t be doing such things, especially not with an adult woman. The age gap was making the experience so incredibly erotic!
She looked up at the blue sky and sounded almost like a purring cat as she felt my novice hand on her girly curves, which yielded with fascinating resilience under my boyish touch. After a short while, she had her sparkly eyes into me and smiled…
“Would you like to see me topless, Mister?” she asked in a purring tone, feeding my raging erection with this new, ungodly prospect. I was shocked! This must be Heaven!
Without saying anything more, she undid the top button of her dress top, but then I stopped her…
“No!” I said, and I was about to speak further, but she cut me…
“No?! Oh, Mister! You’re insulting me!” she replied, sounding irked.
“I didn’t mean no, Miss. I just wanted to say…”
“Mister! You will leave at once!” she firmly said, propping herself up on her arms, her fists angrily clenched.
“What I was trying to say is simple, Miss… Madame la Comtesse…”
“There is nothing more to say, Mister! Be off!” she added in a very angry tone, but there was something unconvincing in her expression and her voice tone.
She sounded angry, though. Her eyes were fiery with frustration mixed with sorrow. She wanted to get up, but I gently pushed her shoulders down and used my weight advantage to make her lie down on the grass again. She resisted, but it was clearly a half-hearted effort. I saw her eyes quickly passing from anger to passion! She was panting hard, her mouth gaping and her cheeks blushed with fire.
In a flash, I understood what this sudden burst of emotion meant, and I knew intuitively what to do. I greatly surprised myself with this. In the heat of the moment, I had sensed that she was misunderstanding me. Her anger meant she felt insulted and hurt because she thought I was rejecting her.
Then I realized what this truly implied. I could have sex with her right now! It felt like she wanted this to happen. She kept telling me to get off her, but she didn’t sound one bit convincing. I was certain that she wanted me to overwhelm her!
I plunged back down on her! I kissed her while holding her tight! She was pinned under my tall frame, overpowered by my teenage lust! I kissed her with commanding power, strongly and sweetly, like I had seen it done in movies.
“Mmm… Oh, yes! Oh… Mister! Oh, this is lovely! Mmm…” she cooed, panting hard while answering my kisses with a fiery flurry of her own!
I felt her petite figure running wild in my arms! She was moaning under my kisses and returning them with a passion and urgency I had never seen in any movie! It scared me, but I kept going.
Before I knew it, I was undoing her buttons one after the other, naturally, from the top down. I opened her dress top and gleefully discovered the whiteness of her bra and, oh… her curves! Oh, God! She kept kissing me with rabid fire, as if her very life depended on how passionately she could press her lips on mine!
“Yes… Yes… Take all my clothes off… Strip me naked and take me, Mister…” she whispered with a burning breath, between two life-altering kisses.
I felt lost, overwhelmed by her storming desire.
“Oh yes! Oh, Mister… Mister… Take me! Strip me naked! Defile your Countess! Mmm…”
She gave me another fiery kiss, then she spoke again, as if she were reading my thoughts.
“My father is off on a business trip,” she said. “None of my elder brothers are living here anymore, and my mother’s dead. My little brother is gone to a boy-scout camp; I took him over there myself with my own car. There’s no one here! Only the two of us! Mister, I have never been with a man before. Don’t laugh! I know this is strange… I’m already twenty-two years old. I’m supposed to get engaged to a man I don’t even like!”
“Oh… Mister,” she added. “I’m so bored! Now… No more words. Take your pleasure, Mister! Here and now! Making you happy will make me happy! And don’t worry about going too rough; I like it rough! I have strong fantasies of being forcibly taken and used! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Oh, Milady! I’m not so selfish! I’ll do my best to pleasure you! This is my first time too!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I know full well this is your first time, you silly! And I’m so glad to make love for the first time with someone as young and innocent as you! I have decided on it the very moment I saw you! It is my dream to have a stranger inside me, a young, handsome stranger like you, Mister! And oh, one last thing! Don’t worry about thereafter! I finished having my period two days ago. This is the ideal time to be careless! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
I wasn’t too sure about what her last words meant. The only thing I knew was that my dick had been uncomfortably pushing my pants for quite a while, and it demanded a relief!
I did a bit of rapid thinking, using my very last lucid moments before I yielded to my animal instincts. The spot where we were was hidden from the golf course by a thick and tall wall of firs and beech trees. Ditto for the nearest neighbors, who were at least fifty yards distant anyway. No one would see us! And it was still very early; not much later than 6 A.M.
I went all in! A powerful, inner voice took control of me. “Strip this girl naked and fuck her!” it said. Something unthinkable was just about to happen! She was welcoming it. She wanted to welcome my manhood inside her!
I was already lying down on top of her. I urgently kissed her and stroked her hair, her face, her neck… I cupped her breasts through her bra, inside her open dress top. I began to knead her breasts, gently at first, then more forcefully. She purred and moaned, voicing her arousal.
I felt her excitement rushing into the same animalistic desire I was now filled with!
My hands went further down her softness and I started caressing her offered abdomen as I opened her dress top as wide and low as I could. I found her navel; I took immense delight in feeling a woman’s navel under my hand for the first time. Her skin was a paradise of softness.
I felt her moving under me. She was propping herself up, gently using her hand to motion me out of her way as she sat.
“Now, Mister,” she said as she took off her dress top and quickly undid her bra behind her back. “Now’s the time! Oh, I’m so nervous!” she added as she discarded her bra… Her medium-sized breasts suddenly filled my view with their naked splendor! Her skin was so bright under the sun! I vainly tried to wrap my mind around what was happening.
Her funny little nipples invited me amid light-brown areolas that intensified her bright, sunny paleness like two clear circles of subtle mocha. Her two mounds of soft flesh cast shadows that screamed her female charm as she nervously laughed with her sparkly voice.
“Come on, Mister! You can touch them!” she said with a tone both playful and nervous as she laid back down on the fresh grass.
Her voice and her unbelievable topless figure combined and had an immediate effect on me. My erection powerfully expanded and ragingly pushed the front of my pants!
I came closer and cupped her breasts, this time directly. Oh, God! I felt the gentle tabs of her nipples under my hands! She moaned loud and clear and kept moaning, running her fingers through my hair, as I started kissing and licking her nipples, going from one fleshy bud to the other, then coming back to the first one… I was lost in paradise!
I felt her fingers urgently stroking my hair. I heard her soft, quiet moans as I discovered her flavor. Her nipples were softly erect. They felt weird under my tongue. She smelled like gentle honey with a touch of something salty… Her overall scent was powerfully fresh; it was as if Spring had taken the form of two tender mounds of girly flesh. Her skin softly yielded under my touch, but her boobs firmly kept their general shape. Her light-brown nipples and areolas were beacons amid her sunlit paleness; now they were glistening with my saliva.
From so close, it felt like she had large breasts, but it was an illusion. As I propped myself up to contemplate her, I saw again that her breasts were of average size, perhaps even on the smaller side. With my erection ragingly pushing my trousers, I laid myself directly on top of her and covered her face with kisses. My teenage mind was racing; I wasn’t too sure what to do next.
“I’ll take off the rest of your clothes now!” I whispered between burning kisses.
“Yes!” she shouted, panting hard.
I myself remained fully clothed. There was something dominating in doing this and I liked that. If she started undressing me herself, or asked me to take off my clothes, then I’d do what she liked best, but she gave no signs nor hints to that effect.
I rushed at her clothes. I was suddenly very eager to finally see her in the nude! I tried to slide her checkered dress down her waist and hips, but something was in the way; it was stuck! Dammit!
She laughed and undid her thin belt herself. She purred and cooed with excitement as I peeled her dress off her legs and slid the fabric all the way past her ankles and feet! Oh, her feet! I instinctively touched, caressed and kissed them!
Then, I quickly moved my caressing hands up her legs, all the way up her sunlit thighs… Finally, I gulped my saliva, then took a deep breath… I hooked my fingers under the tiny elastic band and slid her white panties down her thighs!
“Oh! Mister! Yes!” she cooed with a loud voice as I lowered the flexible fabric!
I suddenly realized that I was facing her bush of vulva hair—a patch of velvety darkness that formed a clear vee amid the sunlit brightness of her skin!
I put my right hand on that patch of hair and felt the small mound of her vulva… Oh, Good Lord, save me! It felt great to be touching a woman there for the very first time! I hoped she was enjoying this. Oh, gee! Such a nice girl!
“Oh yes! Oh… Mister! Yes… Take me! Take me now! Here! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh… I’ve waited so long for this!”
I slid her panties all the way down her alluring legs, intensely anticipating my pleasure!
As soon as I saw her Eve-naked under me, I grew curious. I put my hand on her vulva again and started stroking it. The effect was immediate. She started moaning, propped herself up and frantically kissed me over and over again while wrapping her arms around me, pulling me down with her onto the fresh grass, communicating to me her out-of-control arousal!
She was once again lying down and looking up into my eyes, drowning me in her turquoise, watery gaze! I stroked her slit a little bit harder and faster. She moaned and whimpered louder. Then, through beginner’s luck, my index finger found its way inside her vaginal hole. It felt all wet!
Her eyes had such intense fires of lust that I knew instinctively what to do. I swiftly unzipped and lowered my pants, then I dropped my boxers. At last, my erection was free under the sun! She went nuts as she saw my dick, up and throbbing ready!
I laid myself directly on top of her. She spread her legs wide under me and took my dick in her hand to guide me inside her. Before I realized it, my dick was readily entering her wet vagina and I began fucking her on the grass, right beside the pair of chairs where we had met only minutes before!
Supporting my weight on my elbows, I quickly found my rhythm, banging her repeatedly and feeling a gripping, velvety glove massaging my dick, almost choking it, yet allowing it to expand further as I urgently moved back and forth inside her vaginal tightness. She kept whimpering under me, pressing her arms and legs around me as I rocked her on the grass.
I had no prior experience to compare her vagina to, but she felt very tight! It was extremely pleasurable, at least ten times more intense than when I masturbated. I felt my climax rushing at me!
“Oh! Mister… Oh… Oh… Oh… Ahh… Oh, yes! Yes!” she kept cooing, her head bobbing back and forth on the lawn as I kept fucking her with unrestrained abandon! Her pretty face moving along with my barrage of hammering dick strokes was a very arousing sight that kept my dick granite-hard!
I especially loved the sharp contrast between her bright face and her hair! I relished the distorted intensity on her soft features as she was presently moaning with her mouth wide open! I was so happy to have my first time with such a dreamy brunette! The constant bobbing movements of her head and the escalating sounds of her moaning screamed the fact in bold letters—I was fucking her! This wasn’t a dream!
Her legs were tightly wrapped around me and she had plunged her hands under my polo shirt; I vaguely felt her nails biting the flesh of my back as I kept enjoying her virginal tightness with an overwhelming sense of elation!
“Oh yes! Oh, Mister…” she said amid her moans. “Oh! Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh! The Countess has been stripped naked… By her own servants! And… Oh! Oh… They’re all taking their turns with their big fat dicks! Oh! Oh… Inside me! Oh… Mister! Keep going! Keep going! Oh! It’s so good! So good! You’re a champion! Oh yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes… Oh my God! Oh my God… Oh, yes! I’m taken!”
She was almost screaming her bliss into my ear! She was now painfully burying her nails into my back as she tightened her legs around me even further! She had most certainly crossed her ankles on top of my flexing butt; her feet must have looked gorgeous in this position! I pictured this in my mind and felt my dick in a raging, powerful erection as I kept urgently hammering her on the grass!
I played along with her game and imagined I was the first of her footmen taking his pleasure inside the Countess while three other liveried servants were eagerly waiting their turn!
I didn’t want this intercourse to end and felt immense satisfaction from hearing her loud approval, yet I was eager to know what it felt like to ejaculate inside a girl. At any rate, I had no choice in the matter; I couldn’t hold it any longer! I was actually surprised to have lasted this long!
As I passed my point of no return, I accelerated my copulating frenzy and contemplated her breasts as they were wildly jiggling under me! The madness of this conclusion was beautifully summed up by the chaotic movements of her bouncing nipples! She was now moaning loudly, her mouth wide open and her eyes closed.
I screamed my bliss out loud as I powerfully shot my seed inside her! I felt myself almost dying from sheer pleasure as three forceful bolts of semen left my throbbing dick!
I enjoyed my relief to the very last drop. She was now looking up into my eyes and smiling with a girly playfulness that flew into the face of the seriousness of what had just occurred between us.
Then, I let myself slide down sideways while I exited her. I remained lying down on my back, panting and recovering with fresh cum on my cock, while she pressed herself into my arms and rested her lovely head on my chest. I very tenderly stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head, enjoying her girly scent and the sunshine on her brown locks. This was the most beautiful day of my life!
“So… Tell me, Mister,” she suddenly said, “how does it feel to be a man? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
She spoke in a jesting tone while resting her dainty hands on me. I realized I was still wearing my polo shirt. Her laughter… She was so sparkly! What a lively girl she was!
I suddenly thought of our age difference and I became sad. There was no way I could marry her! It felt so sad, and so stupid too! Why couldn’t I marry this older girl? I remained silent as I kept tenderly stroking her hair. I already had strong feelings for her. She had seduced me through and through! I was in love!
“Take me inside,” she said again. “Take me to my room! Nobody can see us here, but as you heard, I’m quite noisy! And you too! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha… You should have heard yourself when you fired your big load inside me! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Take me inside. Somebody could hear us! We’ll go in my bedroom; I’ll make you hard again, so you can have me indoors too! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I’ll play some music too. I have a record that I would love to play while a man makes love to me. I’ve saved it for my first time.”
“Oh, Mister, I’m so happy!” she suddenly added. She kissed me again. There was something so beautifully natural in the way she had offered herself sexually. I kissed her back, caressing her face and enjoying the peach-like softness of her cheek. Her bright skin was spotless! She laughed with her sparkly voice inside my kisses. She was a lot more girly than womanly, that was for sure!
“I’m… I’m very happy too, Miss! You’re… You’re the nicest girl I’ve ever met, Miss!” I replied, very gently stroking her hair as I looked into her turquoise eyes and enjoyed the profound happiness of being with her. I kept stroking her hair and smiled. I was so much in love!
She smiled back at me, then she burst out laughing and pointed at my crotch. My dick was still outside of my boxers, and my trousers were halfway down my thighs! I laughed with her; it was funny indeed!
As I rearranged myself, I beheld her nude, nubile figure while she picked up her clothes and told me not to forget my things in the backyard. I contemplated her legs, her hips, and her butt as she picked up her dress from the grass. It felt immensely erotic to watch her, barefoot and naked, holding that checkered dress in which I had first seen her when she looked so bourgeois and off-limits!
She said that her father was in Toronto and he wasn’t going to be back for a few more days, so we had the house to ourselves!
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Stay tuned for the next and final chapter!
