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A Love Apprentice
I had loved aeroplanes and the excitement of flying for as long as I could remember having been bought up on a diet of Biggles and the exploits of Battle of Britain Aces. It was therefore inevitable that I should join the RAF as soon as I left school.
Following days of tests and being too young to become a pilot – my dream since childhood I was selected to become an student apprentice at a training school in the West Country.
Thus began three of the most glorious years of my life. Initially they were hard but as time passed I grew to love the camaraderie we experienced. I was also to grow to enjoy the girls ever present both locally and in Bristol - a city some miles away.
The first year of my training had passed quickly even the two weeks on Dartmoor in the early summer when our physical reserves had been drained seemed a far memory but it did mean that the major part of my Duke of Edinburgh s Silver Award had been completed. Only one more part to do.
Looking down the list of acceptable activities I saw Ballroom Dancing close to the bottom. It may not have been the most masculine of pursuits but gaining a bronze award in ballroom dancing sounded an easy way of obtaining the last part of the DoE award. I soon found three other apprentices equally stuck for what to do to join me at the West Country Ballroom Dancing Academy .
This academy was to be where we could learn the necessary steps to complete our Award tasks and as it turned out other vital life skills!
Further enquiries revealed that it was Tuesday evenings when the beginner s classes were held. On the first night of the next course four well-scrubbed teenagers dressed in blazers and grey slacks arrived on the doorstep - well not actually the doorstep but at the foot of a poorly lit staircase leading up to a first floor landing and a shabby door. This opened onto two large adjoining rooms where the regular attendees had assembled.
Gloria - an extremely well preserved forty-something who ran the classes met us.
Welcome boys she gushed come and join the others.
We were guided to a group of about eight other newcomers standing awkwardly in one corner - six boys and two girls.
After exchanging nods Gloria addressed us and explained how the six-week introduction course would proceed.
It was a mainstay of the course that eminently better-qualified pupils all of whom happened to be female helped Gloria in her task of training the new recruits. They acted as partners to guide and coach us through the complexities of the Waltz the Quickstep the Slow Foxtrot the Jive and the Cha-Cha in which competence was required to obtain our Award.
We learned the Waltz first but before a single 3/4 note was played Gloria herself and a willing helper demonstrated the steps. It seemed straightforward enough so we were instructed to pair off and practice while Gloria voiced instructions
One two three one two three -that s right - one two three one two three -splendid!
By the end of the first session most of us could shamble through a robotic waltz and by the end of the second lesson we could also do something which might be recognised as a Slow Foxtrot. For each dance we exchanged partners: in this way we danced with a succession of young females - some nice - some not so nice. Gloria herself would also take turns with each of us.
Dancing with Gloria was an experience : she would extend her left arm to meet mine and then clamp my body to hers vice like with her right arm bringing them into contact at every point. The theory being that in order to follow her steps required direct contact with her legs at the thigh. The problem with that was that as a teenage boy so intimately connected to a women I began to experience sexual arousal that made me squirm uncomfortably in an effort to hide my growing problem. Concentration on the dancing then took second place to not having my erection detected.
In hindsight I suspect that Gloria enjoyed an evening of having her mons veritas rubbed with the erect member of a succession of ardent male teenagers but like a consummate professional never showed that she did.
It was on the third week that the team of helpers included Sandy a petite brunette who was exquisitely proportioned and devastatingly beautiful. Sandy was a gold medallist and danced like an angel.
It was inevitable that I along with half a dozen other young hopefuls would fall in love with her at first sight. Over the next two of three weeks we attended more dance sessions and at each session I had the pleasure of dancing with Sandy at least once - I even chatted to her over an orange juice during the interval embarrassing myself with awful repartee that left even me cringing. I was convinced that I had no chance with her until late one Thursday night a student from a more advanced class came into our room on the base and handed me a note. He smiled and left me to open it.
Dear John
Please don t think me forward but I would like to see you on Friday night if you can make it - say about 8:00 by the pier. Maybe we could go to the cinema or something? If you don t want to I will understand.
Sandy.
I m sure my face turned pink as I read it but my heart leapt.
Out first date was at the Odeon cinema. We sat near the back in the gloom and it took two hours to hold each other s hand and kiss. I felt unbelievably awkward and it was clear that Sandy was the one with confidence. It was her who leaned against me and it was her who offered her lips to be kissed after waiting such a long time for me to make the first move.
We arranged to meet at the same time the next night and I showered and shaved for my date with enthusiasm. I even applied a little after-shave despite it being considered effeminate in those early days of masculine personal hygiene. James Bond had responded in the book From Russia with love when told that Russian men used perfume English men wash - a sentiment we English males of the early 60 s tried to live up to!
My bus was late and it was ten minutes after eight when I hurried towards the pier. Sandy was pacing up and down but stopped and smiled when she saw me arrive. I apologised profusely and was forgiven. Looking back I cannot believe how nervous I was on those first meetings nothing I said came out right but Sandy with disarming self confidence took my hand saying It s a gorgeous night let us just go for a walk along the front.
I agreed being happy to do anything in the company of this wonderful young woman.
Her hand was small and warm in mine and I felt immensely proud as I walked with her beside me - like the cat who got the cream. I tried talking but like before everything I said sounded crass. She smiled and squeezed my hand eventually putting her arm around my waist and pulling herself close nestling into my side with her head on my upper arm. I placed an arm about her and hugged her to me.
We walked into the semi-darkness at the end of the promenade where the increased distance between the streetlights had reduced their effectiveness. Eventually we reached the last outpost of the town - an Edwardian bus shelter surrounded by well-developed shrubs. It was like entering a cave equipped with a slatted wooden bench seat along its length. Sandy led me gently into its gloom and sat down pulling me down beside her so that she could snuggle up close to me.
After a few minutes she kissed me a long deep kiss that said to me I want you . The smell and feel of this girl intoxicated me and in the short time that I had known her we had developed a new tactile non-verbal means of communication.
Without breaking our kiss she unbuttoned my coat and slid a small hand in to explore my chest through my thin cotton shirt. Not satisfied with that she undid a shirt button and placed her fingers inside and onto my breast twisting the hair she found there in her tiny fingers and rubbing my nipple.
I was shy but enflamed and responded by unbuttoning her coat. When I opened it I revealed two pert little breasts that strained wilfully against a thin but tight woollen top. I covered one mound with my hand and squeezed it ever so gently. She pushed it more firmly into my hand and I squeezed it even more.
Her hand had travelled down inside my shirt to my stomach and was playing with my navel. I responded by slipping my own hand underneath her tight jumper and let it linger on the warm flesh of her tummy before moving it up to cover her lacy cotton-clad breast. By tugging the top down I exposed her nipple and was able to roll it between my thumb and forefinger. She sighed. I pushed the bra up and over her breasts so that I could fill my whole palm with her firm young flesh and from her response I knew she had been waiting for this attention.
Her fingers were becoming bolder and had moved below my belt line just touching the head of my by now powerfully erect penis. Our mouths were still locked and our tongues desperately explored each other s mouths. It was as if our bodies were conducting activities on a number of fronts each designed to exact the maximum amount of pleasure from what it was doing.
I drew in my stomach allowing her little hand to delve lower and encircle my cock in a firm grip and the pleasure I felt caused me to draw a sharp breath. Sandy was clearly dictating the rate at which our sexual exploration was progressing. She was a sixties girl and wore a fetching mini skirt that stopped several inches above her knee I dropped my hand and rested it on the course nylon of the stockings that covered her exposed thighs. Her legs parted as I touched them to signal her approval to proceed and I slowly slid my trembling fingers along the inside of her soft thigh until they reached the top of her stocking and the unbelievable sensation of her bare cool gossamer flesh. They lingered for some time tracing tiny circles on that heavenly surface before advancing to the damp straining material that covered her most private place.
Her hand had stopped moving in my shorts thankfully as I caressed the outer lips of her sex through the taught material. Her breathing was becoming laboured even though my fingers had not yet entered her but I was about to change that and tugged the material barrier to one side sliding a probing finger into the sloppy entrance of her vagina.
She sighed even more deeply into my mouth and pushed herself forward onto my two rigid fingers forcing me to penetrate her more deeply.
For the next few minutes I plunged my fingers in and out of her and teased her clitoris with my thumb. I revelled in the pleasure I was giving her until she gasped gripped my cock tightly and announced her first orgasm with the violent spasming of her vagina around my fingers.
She fell silent and limp in my arms and her head fell onto my shoulder.
After several quiet minutes she spoke again
Are you a virgin John?
I hesitated wishing I were but unable to lie.
No I said but added defensively It was an older woman some years ago who showed me what to do and I know it must sound odd but despite that I really do feel very awkward with girls.
Somehow I new from the way you touched me that you have done it before so will you make love to me John? I feel that I am ready and there is no one who I would rather be my first than you.
Her hand was still encircling my penis and she squeezed it as she spoke.
I kissed her deeply in reply. It had been some years since my first full sexual experiences and although I had groped several girls since then this would be my first opportunity of proper sex.
What here? I whispered in her ear. Your first time in a bus shelter?
It s a warm night let s go into the woods over there pointing behind the shelter to a small copse.
We left the darkness of the shelter and walked the few yards up the grassy bank until we reached the edge of the trees and bushes where we stopped. The ground was spongy and covered with new mown grass. I kissed her lovingly on the mouth and dropped to my knees pulling her down to join me on the soft turf. I fell sideways taking her with me as I went and then I rolled on top of her tiny body. Supported by my knees and elbows I pressed my still not satisfied bulge into her groin. She thrust up towards me grinding her pelvis against it. After several minutes of this searching foreplay I lay down at her side and again slid my hand up under her top to continue my fondling of her young breasts. As her heavy breathing signalled her renewed arousal I re-inserted my hand beneath her skirt and resumed my stimulation of her clitoris and sopping vagina.
I cared for Sandy and whispered Do I need to take precautions?
I start tomorrow. It s OK. she answered and tugged at my belt releasing it quickly and then undid my trousers buttons.
I responded by pulling down her panties a task in which she wriggled co-operatively to lessen the time it took. At last she lay partly bathed in the late summer moonlight skirt about her waist top raised above her young proud breasts and missing both her panties and bra. She looked beautiful and as I positioned myself to enter her she asked quietly
Will it hurt?
I don t know I replied truthfully But I will be a gentle as I can.
She opened her legs and I hovered above her still supported on my knees and elbows - a gentleman - and allowed a very stiff penis to nudge up against her absolutely sopping wet outer lips. A little push and the head of my cock slipped into her. She gave a long sigh. I pushed a little harder sinking more of me into her and despite being deliciously tight her lubrication allowed me to move forward unobstructed for about a third of my length before coming upon her hymen. This was new ground for me as well. I had never deflowered a virgin before and felt very apprehensive.
This is it I groaned in her ear Are you ready?
Do it please she intoned.
I pushed and the resistance disappeared. She gave a little cry and flinched but the deed was done. She hugged me as I sank the whole length of my penis inside her letting my tangled mass of pubic hair rub up against her own softly downed mons. After a few seconds of enjoying having my cock completely enclosed by her warm wet tunnel I started to thrust - in and out with long slow strokes to which she quickly responded by thrusting up against me on each inward stroke.
I could have cum then and there but I remembered Rachel s advice and averted my mind from the pleasure I was experiencing until I heard and felt Sandy s approaching her orgasm. Her vagina gripped me in a way that I had not experienced before and covered me in a liquid that ran out of her and down my cock and balls onto the ground beneath. That was the signal I needed I thrust deep and hard several times to bring myself to orgasm.
The semen reserves of a eighteen-year-old are endless and I pumped my life source for what seemed an eternity into her before collapsing exhausted selfishly onto her small frame where I lay for ages afterwards not knowing how the experienced had affected her. It was true that it had been one of the highlights of my life but Sandy would never be the same again - she was now a woman.
I need not have worried. She gently pushed me off and rolled over to face me with a glow on her face that would have lit a room and a smile that would have needed Leonado di Vinci to capture. Hugging and kissing me she told me how wonderful she felt - a bit sore - but wonderful - and when could we do it again?
I laughed and looking down at my flaccid organ said
It will take a little time yet I think.
The warm days shortened and turned colder. Sandy and I still met and still made love whenever we could. The bus shelter at the end of the prom was our place our cave where we huddled together to keep out the autumn chill. Both of us had taken to wearing overcoats that we draped over our shoulders like capes. By standing facing each other with them open we could create a warm enclosed tent that left our hands free to explore each other s body.
Colleagues on the base laughed at me when I started to wear braces but how else was I to stop my trousers from falling when the front of my trousers was completely open? Sandy s apparel was similarly practical and allowed me full access to her. We spent hours kissing and fondling each other in our tent and we always ended by having a knee trembler .
When our respective genitals had reach that must satisfy stage I would lift her tiny form off the floor and slip her down onto my cock. There she would wriggle and squirm as I held her in position with hands that firmly grasped her tight little buttocks. Occasionally she would wrap her legs around my back leaving me free to pump her plump little pussy until warm fluids ran down our legs.
Despite my short head start on Sandy in the art of love-making she certainly caught up quickly and her enthusiasm and creativity brought constant excitement to our time together. It was she who suggested the overcoats and it was she who sat me down one night on the slatted bench seat as I was about to penetrate her and turned her back to me. She then pulled up the back of her coat to sit down on my lap and impaled herself to the hilt on my waving flag post. Even though there were no prying eyes on that dark night she gathered her coat about her to cover her disarrayed clothing and then bounced up and down like a yoyo until I exploded inside her with a force I was sure would sent her into orbit. Adolescent stamina meant that it was usually three times in a night that we needed this relief and despite the lubrication I was often left nursing a very raw piece of flesh. Her walk back to the bus was frequently a sore activity as well.
It was the sixties and sex information was not yet freely available and what there was was mostly passed by word of mouth around my group and not all of it was credible. I passed it all on to Sandy who was an avid listener to anything I told her and I remember when I first told her about oral sex how she wrinkled her nose in disgust but wanted to hear all the details.
It was about two weeks later when we had our very first chance to be alone together in true privacy. We were asked to baby sit for a school friend of Sandy s sister. Once left alone we sat together on the settee before a fire with the curtains closed to the world and the baby fast asleep in its cot and it was not long before we started the usual kissing and stroking. Sandy had undone my shirt buttons and was working on my trousers. When she freed my cock she looked at it examining it.
Do you know I haven t really seen a penis before. Oh I know we have made love lots of times and it s been up inside me but I have never had a close look.
She continued examining me tracing her fingertips up and down it testing for reactions as she touched it. She held my balls and weighed each of them in her palm. I lay back and enjoyed the experience and with a hand lazily placed between her legs I gently rubbed her mound. When she was happy that she had discovered all its sensitive areas she looked up at me and gave me the naughtiest of grins and then holding my cock at its base stuck out her pointed little tongue and licked the end of it like an ice cream. I let out an enormous sigh and she did it again then obviously remembering our conversation of a fortnight earlier started to suck it.
Um doesn t taste at all bad she said as she came up for air before continuing her administrations.
Having the very life sucked out of you is an entirely different sensation to that felt when fucking and it wasn t long before I was feeling the need to cum build up in my balls.
I m cumming Sandy. Take it out of your mouth.
She stopped sucking and said Why? What does it taste like? It can t be poisonous can it?
I have said she was adventurous but I did not believe that she would do what she did next. She encircled my shaft with her tiny hand swallowed several inches of my cock and pumped and sucked like fury until I ejaculated straight into her mouth. She kept pumping until I stopped throbbing and when she looked up at me again with cum all around her mouth she looked like a rabid dog. I wiped it away with a finger as she said It s a bit bland really a bit salty but nothing to like or dislike.
That was fantastic was all I could gasp as I lay almost naked on the couch.
After a short recuperation I said to a still fully clothed Sandy You know I would love to see you naked.
Would you now she teased striking a pose in front of me.
How about a striptease? I asked smirking.
She gave me an old fashioned look and put a slow romantic record on the player turning it low so as not to wake the baby. Then she started to move that lovely body with all the skill of the excellent dancer she was round and round bending and stretching removing items of clothing as she did. By the time she was down to her bra and panties she was hot and watching my cock coming awake again as she danced made her hotter.
She undid the clip of her bra releasing the straps but held the cups in place at the front by clasping her upper arms tightly to her sides. Then leaning over towards me she gave me a front seat view of her cleavage made deeper by the side pressure on her breasts.
After wiggling them enticingly for a time she let the garment fall and her small breasts hang before me. Licking her lips she held each breast in her tiny hands and offered it to me before quickly withdrawing the offer and playfully turning her back to me.
I sat and watched that taught little bum gyrate before me as she eased her panties down her thighs exposing inch by glorious inch her rear cleavage. As they reached mid travel she bent forward away from me and opened her legs slightly to let them drop crumpled to the floor. All this time she continued her erotic dance before me and as she spread her legs even wider I had my first rear view of her pussy as it hung blood swelled and shining in the firelight beyond framed by her slim brown thighs.
What Sandy had said about not having really seen a penis was also true for me - I had not examined a cunt before and now this thought filled my mind.
When my heart and breathing had slowed to a gallop I told her she looked good enough to eat.
I hoped you would say that she challenged After all - fairs fair.
In a single movement she flopped back down onto the settee striking another evocative pose. I kicked off my trousers dropped onto my knees between her outstretched thighs and lowered my head to within inches of her pussy. Her lips were flushed and pink and pouting and I traced their outline with my finger to open and moisten them. The inside glistened with her love dew and I rubbed away the fleshy hood covering her clitoris. It popped out and stood up.
I moved my head closer to her crotch and holding her lips apart I extended my tongue to take a long sweeping lick from her bottom to the pee hole buried in her hairy mound. She groaned loudly as I did it again and again. By this time she was helping herself to my tongue forcing herself into my face. I sucked in her clitoris and nibbled it with pretended savagery. She responded by thrusting violently against my face again and again and it was only my superior strength that stopped her knocking me over. Locker room talk was that women smelt of fish but Sandy was sweet and I enjoyed the honey that now flowed copiously from her.
Her movements indicated that she wanted deeper penetration and I stuck my tongue into her depths as far as I could causing my nose to rub roughly against her clitoris. Nature gripped her as she climbed towards the summit of her excitement. When she reached it she let out a long drawn-out moan that was followed quickly by spectacular vaginal contractions that rippled against my face for what seems ages.
I lay back on the soft rug before the fire - now a quietly glowing pile of embers and gazed at her relaxed body flushed from its recent excitement.
At last she stirred and snuggled up beside me her head nestling into the hair on my chest and my arm about her. It was a magical experience that I will treasure always.
However the night was not over - I still sported an obvious need for attention that did not go unnoticed and eventually after a brief rest Sandy s cool hand firmly circled my manhood. Pulling her on top of me I closed my mouth on the whole of her left breast and sucked hungrily whilst running a finger down between her cheeks and into the squelchy pit below.
She pressed her pubic bone down onto my cock as it lay waiting on my lower tummy and ground herself into me raising my own sexual temperature. After a few minutes of this she sat upright astride me and reached down to push my cock into a vertical position to engaged its end just inside the outer lips of her pussy. I could still feel little tremors pulsing in those sensitive lips with my own highly aroused organ.
Maintaining this distance between us she rubbed my rod forwards and backwards along those lips. Fortunately this did little to increase my excitement but had a devastating effect on hers. She dropped her body down quickly and my cock disappeared leaving only our respective pubic hair patches in view. She raised herself and my glistening cock reappeared only to disappear again as quickly as before.
I watched spellbound until I could no longer hold my head up having to lay back and let the pleasure wash over me. She was moving faster now hands on my chest steadying and supporting herself as her bottom rose and fell. She was biting her lips purposely and her firm young breasts with their stiff little nipples jiggled about in an abandoned way until I raise my hands to hold them. She came quickly this time signalled by a grunt and a moan and a trickle of honey onto my already sodden pubic patch.
After she stopped it was several minutes before she realised that I had not come and kissed me with concern.
That s OK so long as you are up for another go I joked. She put out her tongue and laughed.
I suggested a drink and left the room to bring one for each of us from the kitchen. She lay face down on the floor fearful that she was leaking too much to sit on the settee. I however was reclining like a Roman Emperor sipping my beer as we talked for half an hour about the thrill of being naked together and what we had done. Eventually she half rose and walked across the floor on her knees to rest her chin on the arms she draped across my lap and said Now how am I going to satisfy my stallion?
Her comment put the idea in my head By being my mare I answered provocatively.
What like this? She turned on her knees spreading them as she moved and then lowered her shoulders to the floor.
Her perfect rear was pointing skyward and that wonderful pussy hung low like when she had danced for me earlier. I had wanted to respond then but refrained but now I slipped to the floor behind her and rubbed the edge of my hand along her swollen slit. Her moisture ran freely again inviting an outstretched thumb to penetrate her like a small boys prick.
I continued this for sometime until she shouted Do it Oh please do it!
Knelling upright had caused my stiff cock to stick outward and upwards at an ideal angle to enter her so I presented it to her open lips. Any thoughts of teasing her with little thrusts went out of the window because she suddenly lurched backwards and engulfed my entire length in a second. Her body flew forward again and I followed not wanting to disengage and loose the feeling of that hot wet teenage pussy as it firmly gripped me. The hare was running as I pumped and drove and ground and thrust: my cock must have travelled a mile as it pistoned in and out of her in a relentless chase for fulfillment.
Her breasts hung down and despite their firmness jiggled waywardly in response to my movements. I should have waited for her I know but I needed to release the pent up tension inside my balls. I cried out on my vinegar stroke plunging deeper than ever before and erupting like a burst damn. A second thrust saw a second deposit then another on the third then another followed by a few slurping strokes to cool down the engine - like the slowing down laps of a racing car.
I need not have worried Sandy had had another orgasm - not as big she said as when I licked her pussy but different and warming. I suppose all women feel a deep and instinctive satisfaction when they have collected male sperm from a loving donor.
By the next summer Sandy had moved away with her family and I was preparing for my final examinations. The parting had been torture. We had grown up together sexually and it was a long time before I met someone who combined her physical beauty with such shear delight and enthusiasm for making love - but I have no regrets only fond memories.