by Carl Leckey
A wide grin splitting his face as he reappears, “It’s not often we get one over on them cocky bastards.” He says with satisfaction as he climbs in beside me.
“Now what have you been up to Scouse without me around to keep an eye on you?”
“You don’t want to know Bill. I reply with a grin. Never mind about me, how did you get on with the er, ladies?”
Chapter thirty-one
Experience
When he began describing his session at the house of Love there is no stopping him, every gory detail is described minutely, no doubt extremely exaggerated knowing my mate. The fact that he has left a rather large Russian prostitute gasping for more of his affections stirs my loins, I feel envious of his achievements with women.
Whatever dealings I have with the opposite sex seems to end in disaster for me. Billy finally he runs out of steam and sits back taking in the afternoon sun. I break into the haversack rations the hospital supplied and ate some sandwiches.
Billy suddenly discloses a piece of news.
“Eh Scouse! I forgot to tell you this, a funny thing happened on the way back from the er? Knocking shop. As I am looking for old Pompey Lill amongst all the other trucks and things you know what? I bumped into a scruffy looking Froggie. I only got a quick glimpse of his face, but get this? He is the dead spit of the German we captured in the farmhouse remember him? Oscar that’s his name, you were good pals with him wasn’t you?”
“Bloody Hell Bill! Just fancy Old Oscar having a double? Here get some of this tucker down you.” I did my best to dismiss his encounter with Oscar as a coincidence.
“Where are we kipping to night then?” Billy asks slightly miffed because I don’t seem to take any interest in his revelation.
“We have plenty of blankets, the weather is nice and warm and there is a rather nifty looking café over there, I reckon we will be comfortable enough here.” I reply. A crafty look appears on Billy’s face.
“I reckon’s you still got a few bob left then have you Scouse?” He adds hastily when I give him a quizzical glance. “I mean for er, some food.”
I pull my leather purse out of my pocket and count my entire wealth onto the seat between us, his face lights up when he sees how much money I have accumulated. I don’t drink smoke much or fornicate at all, I have no reason to go on leave so the pittance paid by the Army grew and grew.
“Eh Scouse! I’ve got a good idea, do you fancy a night with a woman. It will take your mind off Denise, anyway it’s about time you lost your cherry.”
I begin refusing until I feel a stirring in my trousers as carnal thoughts run wild through my mind.
“I wouldn’t know what to do with a woman Bill. I mean. I’d just get embarrassed and go red and make a bloody fool of myself as usual.”
Billy instantly replies. “I’ll show you what to do at the brothel. Believe me, when I tell the girls you’re a virgin they will fight to educate you. By morning you will be as good as me at the old goosing game. Ha-ha!”
“No I’m not having that, one of us will have to stay and look after Pompey Lill.”
I dismissed his idea of us both visiting the House of Love together.
Billy’s mind is as sharp as a razor today there is no deterring him as he replies with an instant solution.
“I’ll tell you what? Give me a few bob, I’ll go ahead and I might as well have another quickie while I’m there. I’ll tell the Madam to expect you, when you get there everything will be arranged.”
I answer hesitantly. “Ah! I don’t know about that Bill?” I feel myself weakening. He tries to persuade me in a more cajoling voice.
“Go on Scouse, you only live once.” Billy swears on his mother’s life and makes a solemn promise.
“I’ll only be gone half an hour at the most.” He adds quickly when he senses victory. “The girls will look after you I promise, as for not knowing what to do, bloody hell we’ve all been there. Believe me nature will show the way, once you’ve point your weapon at the target. Ha-ha!”
I hesitate for a while considering his idea. “How much will this cost me then?” I ask apprehensively.
He takes some coins out of the pile on the seat.
“That’s enough for me to have another little dip, for you Scouse my old mate well, that’s entirely up to you. It depends on what you want, there’s a price list in the parlour where you pick your girl. You see Scouse some of the services the ladies supply do cost more than other’s? Huh! It’s the same as any shop I suppose. Knocking shops are not much different.”
This information throws me into further confusion. I could feel my face reddening as I said.
“I thought there is only one thing to er do with a woman?”
Billy laughs at my ignorance without malice, patiently he explains.
“Don’t worry about a thing, I’ve told you before I shall arrange everything. I’ll even pay for the service for you if you like? You just turn up, tell them your name and leave the rest up to them.”
Billy decides he has won the battle of the wills and takes another handful of money from my depleting balance and almost runs back to the brothel.
Wild visions entertain my daydream, I note the time on Oscars watch and impatiently but at the same time nervously await Billy’s return, it is an hour later when he returns and apologises for his delay.
“I couldn’t satisfy the man hungry bitch.” Billy gasps as he slumps into a seat.
This causes more confusion for me, what does he mean?
Billy reveals. “Oh! By the way Scouse, it’s all arranged for you, just knock three times on the door, a little hatch will open. Tell them your name and Bob’s your uncle.” He closes his eyes and adds with a snigger. “The next time I see you Scouse, you will be a complete man.”
A loud snore ends his sentence, poor Billy looks exhausted. I reckon it must have been the run back that has worn him out.
I comb my hair and climb down out of the charabanc, straighten my uniform and set off for my first intimate encounter with a female.
Three times I climb the steps and retreat. Three times I very nearly knock on the door. My hand is raised to knock for the fourth time when I decide to give up this mad idea. As I turn to leave the door opens inward a huge be-jewelled woman grabs me by the arm and drags me inside.
“Are you the little cherry boy Billy warned us about?” She inquires with a strong Manchester accent betraying her nationality.
The blushing and stuttering overcomes my ability to answer, she smiles as she closes the door links my arm and propels me down a long barely lit hall.
She throws open a door located at the end revealing an elaborately furnished parlour.
Stretched alluringly on chez lounges and overstuffed armchairs in various stages of undress are some of the most breath taking women and girls I have ever seen. Who am I kidding? I have never before in my entire life feasted my eye on so much exposed female flesh.
My poor face blushes even brighter red as the large woman parades me around in front of her company of delectable females.
“Who has won the cherry boy then?” The large lady enquires. A young girl of about seventeen stands up.
“He is my prize madam.” She answers with a trace of a foreign accent hard to define. “The other girls have given him to me for my birthday present.”
God! She is so beautiful. Her perfect little breasts are pushed upward by a lace-topped corset, the only article of clothing she wore. Her long black hair cascades down over her shoulders reaching half way down her back. My eyes must have been popping out like organ stops as I glimpse other parts of her anatomy.
My man hood becomes firmly erect thrusting at the material of my uniform pants as she rotates in front of me revealing her scrumptious bottom. She turns to face me, with a most wonderful smile on her beautiful face and holds her small white hand out invitingly to me.
“Come Cheri, I am named Christina what is your name?”
I mumble “Adam.”
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sp; She clasps my sweating hand and whispers in a low husky voice.
“Then I will be your Eve for the evening Darling. I will take you to my Garden of Eden there you may have your first taste of the apple of sin, but Adam you will be in paradise when you taste it.”
The other ladies giggle as she leads me from the room.
The Madam advises her. “Take care Christina my girl, it looks as if you have a rampant bull on your hands there.” She looks pointedly at my nearly bursting trousers.
I feel as if it is an erotic dream I am taking part in as she leads me upstairs. After walking along a landing we enter a bedroom adorned with many mirrors. I sit on the side of a bed unsure of what to do next. Christina begins unbuttoning her corset as I start to remove my uniform jacket with fumbling fingers.
I damn the Holy Joe’s that reared me in the orphanage My sheltered upbringing forces me to close my eyes as I am ashamed to look at her beautiful body. As Christina begins to undress me her perfumed hair brushes my lap as she undoes my collar button. I’m paralysed with excitement, how I long to throw my arms around her and draw the girl to me.
But alas my strict childhood and imposed religious restrictions still restrains me from acting in a natural way yet again.
She gently kisses me on the lips. I want this woman so badly and yet something still holds me back. She undoes all the buttons on my shirt and slips her warm hand inside and begins fondling my nipples with her left hand. In the meanwhile her other hand busies itself with my trouser fly hole.
As the last of the buttons of my fly are released, my manhood escapes from its cloth prison, I gasp as she encloses it in her tiny hand.
Christina addresses my throbbing organ.
“My, my, you are a big angry boy aren’t you?”
The wonderful girl quells my panting with a deep passionate kiss.
This final act of the girl is all too much for me. My juices explode forth as a shudder of pure ecstasy begins in my loins and consumes my entire body.
After Heaven there is Hell as shame and embarrassment enfolds me, I just need to be anywhere but in that room with the wonderful girl.
Christina smiles a gorgeous smile rebuking my depleting organ with a few words.
“My, my, you are a naughty fast charger aren’t you?”
She hands me a small hand towel enabling me to wipe away the results of my first sexual encounter. She moves away from me and attends to something across the other side of the room.
Turmoil rages in my brain, what is to happen next? I sit on the bed head hanging down unable to meet her eyes. Christina returns and sits down beside me. I raise my head open my eyes and see her reflected in the mirror opposite, she has discarded the last of her garments the beautiful girl is now completely naked.
I have a glimpse of something in that mirror I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams of fantasy as she parts her legs slightly.
She whispers in my ear. “Do you want some more loving darling, or are you saving yourself for your future wife?” There is no need for me to reply my enlarging manhood speaks for me as it springs to attention. My first sight of a female body unadorned with clothing is breathtaking. Frantically I strip off the remains of my uniform.
I want desperately to experience her bare flesh touching mine. There is no holding back this time as I clasp the beautiful girl to me and kiss her feverishly; we both fall backwards onto the bed our bodies are as one. Billy is right, nature does show the way, Christina and I part for a moment and I move up the bed until we are laying full length together.
I explore her body clumsily at first until Christina slows me down and instructs me in the ways of lovemaking. After much tantalising foreplay I pant and plead for her to engage in the final act. She instructs me to roll onto my back, it is when I am in this position I see it for the first time, over the bed suspended by silver chains hangs a huge mirror.
Beautiful Christina positions herself astride of my body, I see all her actions reflected in the mirror this is to be the grand finale of our love making, I am about to have her completely.
As I feel her taking my near bursting organ into her hand and locate it between her legs, my hips involuntary begin to thrust. Christina rises and moves the prize away from my pulsating weapon. Rebuking me for my impatience she insists I lie still. When I obey her command by willing my eager body to obey, she gradually lowers herself engulfing my shaft within her womanhood.
I feel a sharp tugging sensation along with a slight pain then I penetrate fully into her lovely moist Garden of Eden.
At first she moves slowly up and down generating the most wonderful sensation in my shaft. But I know she is only teasing me, Christina is denying me the final fulfilment. I need more and I need it now. I clutch the cheeks of her buttocks in both my hands and pull her down onto me, she gasps as I thrust deep into her. Now I am controlling the act and she responds magnificently, I climax in a mind blowing finale as I spend my seed deep inside her.
I proudly congratulate myself for I am well and truly a man after our wonderful union. Although my shaft is slightly sore and bleeds when I withdrew from the girl
The sight of the destruction she has wrought on my once virginal penis seems to excite the girl.
“My very first trophy” Christina whispers as she caresses and kisses it fondly. I know I have to repeat the experience as soon as my body will permit. Thank Goodness for my youthful virility, we make love on two more occasions and thanks to her exquisite ministrations I gain experience in the wonderful art with every encounter.
Eventually exhaustion curtailed my passionate lovemaking, my eyes and my well-used shaft droop. Even the expert titillation’s conducted by the wonderful girl cannot reinvigorate me.
I’m at the point of falling asleep when I notice the time on a large clock hanging on the wall. Good God! I realise I have been with the girl for nearly six hours.
After many kisses and a promise I will return as soon as possible I reluctantly leave the establishment when I make my way back to Pompey Lill it is with a more confidant step.
When I return, Billy lies fast asleep on the rear seats. He hears me climb aboard and begins questioning me about my visit to the house of love.
“Did you have that young beauty Christina the Spanish girl I picked out for you?”
So that is her nationality, funny during our time together I never asked her where she came from.
Under his intense interrogation I reveal selected parts of my first sexual encounter. I reveal how the women drew lots for me and Christina had won me as a birthday present.
“I said they would fancy you.” He points out boastfully.
“Come on tell all. What do you think of Big Mary the English Madam, scary eh?” I agree
“How many times did you do it, what positions did you use? Did it hurt first time? Did you satisfy her?”
One question he asks puzzles me, did I satisfy her? How could I possibly answer that question, I must investigate this further without making a fool of myself when I next meet Christina.
Billy throws these questions at me in rapid succession. I refuse to answer the more intimate details much to his annoyance and I bed down for the night with a feeling of contentment enveloping me. So this is what the lads meant when they ragged me about staying a virgin. Well that is the last time I would have to accept their ridicule, I giggle quietly to myself and fall asleep.
I awoke at five in the morning with another erection a slight headache and a snotty nose and it is already day light. I have experienced a restless night with dreams of yesterday dominating my sleeping hours. I count my money wondering if I have enough to go for a quickie before the passengers arrive for transporting back to the chateau. Yikes! This love business has been an expensive distraction and my funds are at an all time low. A bit of loving doesn’t come cheap to someone on Army pay, Aye but it was worth every penny.
I console myself with my vivid memories of yesterday and my encounter with the beautiful Christina
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The dock road café is open on the far side of the parking area. Pangs of hunger attack my stomach the aroma of fresh brewed coffee makes them worse. When Billy wakes I send him over to the café with the remains of my money along with the thermos flask to seek food and drink.
I am wondering where I can wash etc when a voice hails from alongside Pompey Lill. At the door an elderly man in civilian clothes stands below the entrance steps looking bewildered.
“I see you’re in Army uniform?’ He remarks much to my surprise.
“Course I am, that’s because I’m in the bloody Army.” I answer as if addressing an idiot, my headache is getting worse and the last thing I need is a load of idiotic questions.
“Where is the civvy driver then?” He enquires looking even more bewildered.
“I’m the bloody driver, this is my bloody vehicle. I am in the bloody Army, and I’m bloody starving. I feel like shit, here’s my mate with our breakfast so if you don’t mind Bye, bye.”
I’m not usually so aggressive and rude, the manner I addressed the old man quite shocks me. Maybe it’s something to do with me being a man, passes through my mind.
I relent and apologise for my rudeness to the crestfallen man.
“I’m starving you see?” I confess in the way of an explanation. “Now what can I do for you mate?”
“It’s my brother you see? Fred brought this vehicle over from Portsmouth five months ago. He was only supposed to deliver it to here then return home, we haven’t seen or heard of him since.”
Feeling even more like a shit I invite the man to join us aboard and share our breakfast.
While we eat the bacon sandwiches and drink the scalding coffee he explains. His twin Brother and himself are retired bus drivers, they had volunteered to help the war effort on a number of occasions. However because of the advanced age most jobs were closed to them.
When the man shortage in industry became acute they were contacted and asked to pick up vehicles from depots around Britain. On collection they then delivered the seconded buses to France and Belgium.
