Kala is a beautiful woman - part Hawaiian courtesy of her mother and part English courtesy of her aristocratic English father. She was raised and educated in England. Since leaving school she has held down repetitive clerical jobs, had a six year affair with a married man and gone to university as a mature student during which time she not only got her degree but also graduated in sexual experiences. Feeling awakened and the affair going nowhere, she evaluates her life and decides to connect with her Hawaiian roots.
Once graduation is over she moves to Hawaii. And there she discovers why it is called the Aloha State and why everyone is always smiling. Her life explodes in an orgy/orgasm of delights, adventures, experiences, people, excitement and tension teaching her more in one year than in all the time she had spent in England.
And she meets the love of her life. Jeff. A Caucasian, Hawaiian, Japanese poi mix.
Kala is a beautiful woman - part Hawaiian courtesy of her mother and part English courtesy of her aristocratic English father. She was raised and educated in England. Since leaving school she has held down repetitive clerical jobs, had a six year affair with a married man and gone to university as a mature student during which time she not only got her degree but also graduated in sexual experiences. Feeling awakened and the affair going nowhere, she evaluates her life and decides to connect with her Hawaiian roots.
Once graduation is over she moves to Hawaii. And there she discovers why it is called the Aloha State and why everyone is always smiling. Her life explodes in an orgy/orgasm of delights, adventures, experiences, people, excitement and tension teaching her more in one year than in all the time she had spent in England.
And she meets the love of her life. Jeff. A Caucasian, Hawaiian, Japanese poi mix.
"Wikiwikiâ exclaimed the young lady lying on the eiderdown quilt.
âWhat?â exhaled the young gentleman, pausing what he was doing.
âFaster,â she replied.
And the young gentleman resumed pounding her from above - at an increased speed.
And a few minutes later, maybe more, maybe less, the young lady began to moan.Â
And the young manâs breath grew faster, his vision blurred.
And he did a final, deep push.
And the woman said, âAiwaiwa.â
âWhat?â he asked, not knowing if his thrusts had pleased her or hurt her.
âAmazing, fantastic, mystifying, marvelous, wonderful.â she replied.
She smiled sweetly, and kissed the man.
Meanwhile his sperm, deposited so deeply by the man inside her vagina, began their journey to her cervix, through her uterus, and up her fallopian tubes.
The man and woman were unaware of this quiet process within. They were enjoying themselves -- dancing, drinking, and enjoying a country house buffet.
But eventually, a solitary sperm reached one of the womanâs eggs -- and I was conceived.
When I was born, they named me Kala.Â
My name means The Sun, but it can also mean Princess. It is said, âpeople with the name Kala have a deep inner desire for love and companionship and want to work with others to achieve peace and harmony.â Â
My mother, Tiare Holman Wong, was a âhapa haole,â a wonderful chop suey mix of Caucasian (haole), Hawaiian, and Chinese ancestry. Born on the Valley Island of Maui, she could trace her lineage through her haole mother back to one of the missionaries on the Thaddeus, the first missionary ship to arrive in Hawaii. Her father was part Hawaiian and part Chinese. Tiare was striking: large almond-shaped eyes with black irises, full lips, caramel colored skin, and long black hair that waved almost to her waist. She was also brilliant: sheâd received her BA in History from Yale (the school that educated most missionaries) and was now writing her dissertation for her Masters. She was interested in the Paulet affair -- where, in 1843, an enthusiastic naval officer seized the sovereign Hawaiian Islands, much to the horror of the British Foreign Office.
Tiare started her research at the Bishop Museum and the Hawaii State Archives, and was able to convince her wealthy mother to finance her trip to London to search the Public Records Office for Pauletâs shipâs log and correspondence between the Kingdom of Hawaii and the British Foreign Office.
On a bright spring day Tiare found pleasant tea rooms near Chancery Lane for lunch. The rooms were crowded with few empty seats.
âMay I please join you?â asked a handsome young gentleman in a well-cut suit and polished Brogues.
âYes, please do,â replied Tiare, and so The Honorable Victor Greenway sat down. Sheâd later learn that he was the second son of a Lord â which meant his older brother had inherited the family wealth and titles.
They spent the afternoon chatting. They spent the evening dining and dancing, and, on a later night, fumbling in Victorâs Jaguar. In no time Tiare was caught up in a whirlwind of fancy dress parties and country house weekends, and Paulet and the PRO were soon forgotten whenever Victor offered her another martini or tickle teased her neck under her hair.
At one of the house parties in Cheltenham (or was it Cirencester?) there was a particularly voluble group of guests, and more champagne and pink gins were consumed than normal. As Tiare became intoxicated, she grew particularly merry. Victor thought it best she retire so he helped her upstairs and into her room, and then (for the first time) out of her clothes. They made love on the large four-poster bed that is found so often in large English estates on sheets that were slightly musty.
I doubt I was conceived on that first evening â but I understand more evenings of passion followed quickly. And a few early mornings and afternoon naps. Victor could not keep his hands off Tiare, nor his penis out of her. These were days long before the pill, and it hadnât occurred to Victor that Tiare would actually yield to his advances. Repeatedly.
When it became apparent that Tiare was pregnant a marriage was soon arranged. Victorâs family were very accepting of Tiare â she personified the true Spirit of Aloha. She was caring, gentle, and able to easily converse with everyone from the kitchen maid to a visiting duke.
I grew up in the family home in Surrey. My Dad became a successful chartered accountant and was in demand as a company director.
As is the English custom, I was sent off to a girlâs boarding school in Malvern as soon as I was old enough. As I matured into young womanhood, there were few opportunities to meet the opposite sex. Some of the students would seek out the company of the local bad boys who congregated around the off-campus tuck shop, but I was a good girl. I knew a little about sex, most of it wrong, but my friends and I were still just gangly, giggly girls.
My schoolwork was unremarkable. My teachers said I was bright, but I was a lazy girl with a short attention span.
I had no interest in going to university. Instead, I was lucky to get a civil service clerical position with the radar research establishment just down the road from my school. Three of my friends from school did likewise, so we pooled our modest salaries to rent a miniscule two bedroom flat.
The research establishment was male dominated, mostly older and fussy men, the type who smoke pipes, wear cardigan sweaters, and write letters to the Times. There were, however, a few younger men, and they soon introduced us to the social life at pubs.
I was now 5â 7â tall. My long hair is auburn with a slight wave, brown eyes, a small Roman nose, and teeth that are nice and straight. My posture is good as I carry myself like the well-bred young lady that I am. My skin is creamy white. Nice boobs with small pink areola, sensitive nipples, flat abdomen, innie, nice bush, labia minora smaller than labia majora, easy to find clit, and slender long legs that look even better in designer shoes.
I wore what I thought was âage appropriateâ clothing, although the General Manager of the research establishment once asked my supervisor â as he watched me walking from one building to another â âWhere does Kala think she is? At the beach?â
I liked Biba fashion, short skirts, spaghetti straps, but Iâm not fond of the feeling of bouncing boobs so I usually wear a bra. I feel sexier wearing bras that match my knickers. I am not fond of froufrou adornment on clothes, particularly bows, large or small. I love green â especially yucky green. I learned about makeup from womenâs magazines and became quite skilled at its application, particularly eye makeup.
The dating scene in those days revolved around the various pubs. Each with its own flavor of clientele: the hunting-fishing crowd went to one, trainspotters to another, farmers to a third, and so forth. My girlfriends and I werenât interested in any of these activities: we were interested in lipstick, make-up, fashion, and shoes. Above all shoes.
Weâd go to different pubs, and sometimes more than two in an evening. I wasnât aware at the time that I was attractive, so was always surprised when a fellow took an interest in me. When I went on a date this usually involved a pub meal (or fish and chips if the guy was skint) and a movie at the Odeon. We sat in the back row of the cinema and went through a choreographed fumbling routine. Lots of kissing -- slippery lips, darting tongues, and slobber -- but always too soon the guyâs hands began to wander. I guess the kissing suggested to them that I wanted more, but I still viewed myself as a good girl. I never let them put anything â even a fingertip â beneath my clothing. They could squeeze my boobs, and did, repeatedly. Sometimes with too much gusto.
I got bored with the same fumble and started to want more. If I thought a guy was particularly good looking, or even better if he was a bad boy, I started letting him put his hand on my leg â and then up my skirt. While my knickers remained resolutely in place, the gentle movement of my dateâs fingers on my inner thigh and over my fabric covered pussy surprised me with a whole new range of sensations. And they were very pleasant.
On one evening my date managed to pull his dick from his trousers. It stood there, erect, in his lap. He looked very embarrassed, and I had no idea why he was showing me this appendage. Iâd only seen one other penis before â on my six-year old brother as he played, nude, in the garden sprinklers. There was a considerable penile size differential between that of my brother and that of my date.
My date mustered the courage to ask me to please stroke it.
I politely refused. It soon shriveled, and he tucked what was left of it back into his trousers. I later overheard him telling his mate that I was a âcock teaser.â This didnât sound like a good thing, so I asked my best friend Cathy what it meant.
At around the same time I was growing increasingly curious about this mysterious thing called âfucking.â I knew Cathy was not a virgin, so I asked her what it was like.
With the levels of arousal, Iâd experienced so far, and with Cathyâs description of the two times she got laid, I was now ready to be deflowered. Malvern, however, is a small community. Still hurt from the âcock teaserâ comment, Cathy and I decided if I gave away the cow locally the news could spread rapidly, and guys would be keen to ride the new village bike. Furthermore, I didnât want an inexperienced man taking away what the Sex Ed teacher called âour precious gift.â If I was going to pop my clutch, I felt I needed an older, more experienced man to properly initiate me into the world of sex -- to do the breaking and entering.
In my job I regularly spoke with Giles in London â the research agency purchased laboratory supplies from his company. He was always flirting with me on the phone, inviting me to come down to London where heâd show me a good time.
One day he asked me the usual question and was pleasantly surprised when I actually said, âYes.â I told him that Iâd like to bring my friend Cathy, and he happily agreed.
âThe more the merrier,â he said.
Arrangements were made for the upcoming August bank holiday. Cathy and I decided to hitchhike â it was a different time, and we were totally unaware of the dangers since neither of us read the papers or listened to the news.
Our journey took all day. We met Giles at (where else?) a pub at about 7:30pm. As is often the case, he didnât look at all like what I expected. On the phone his voice was low and mellow, with an assured calmness. I had expected a strong, quiet man with a dark complexion. But Giles was tall and gangly. He had a large forehead because his brown hair (which he combed straight back) was receding. He wore large eyeglasses (as was the fashion then), a bright-colored Paisley shirt, and tight pants. He seemed nice.
After enjoying a few pints, we headed to Gilesâ flat, picking up our meals at the chippie along the way. Giles, a gentleman, paid for our drinks and meals.
He lived in an old building, up three flights. The stairway smelled like boiled mutton with an undertone of mold.
Gilesâ flat was small but tidy. There was a settee in the lounge, along with a coffee table, a small TV, and a single plastic chair. The small bathroom opened off the lounge, as did Gilesâ bedroom. He had a single bed â neatly made up with a duvet â and a dresser.
We enjoyed our fish and chips â eaten out of the paper wrapping -- and discussed our sightseeing plans for Sunday. Giles brought out a bottle of Baileyâs Irish Cream. Neither Cathy nor I had ever heard of Irish Cream, and we each enjoyed several glasses. It was sweet and cold and felt very grown up.
Cathyâs and my plan was to offer up Cathy as Gilesâ bedmate that first night.  On two occasions â fogged by a few pints â sheâd let a guy slip off her pants and insert A into B. When Cathy gets very drunk, she grows licentious â whereas when I have too much to drink I simply fall asleep. (Both are potentially perilous.)
Cathy was to be my Quality Inspector. I didnât want to lose my virginity to someone who didnât have a clue. Cathy was enthusiastic to accept this mission.
Giles, of course, knew nothing about our scheme. When we talked about the sleeping arrangements, I said Iâd take the settee and Cathy would share his bed. He was just happy a young lady would be sleeping with him and didnât want to spoil things by asking questions. Heâd pulled one girl tonight, and if he didnât make any mistakes, he probably pulled a second for tomorrow.
I went into the small bathroom first and did my ablutions. I changed into my nightie â essentially a long t-shirt â and sat on the settee. Giles fetched me a blanket and some pillows while Cathy got ready. She put on a similar long t-shirt, went into the small bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. Giles went to the loo, and he walked out of the bathroom proudly naked.
I could see his skin was pale and almost hairless. He had nice pecs, a flat abdomen, strong arms, and what I assumed was a decent sized penis nestled in curly brown pubes. His cock was not erect, but I knew this would happen soon. As he walked into his room, I saw he had a nice, firm bum. I like firm bums. Â
Giles shut off the ceiling light in his bedroom and I shut off the light in the lounge. I was happy that he only closed his bedroom door half-way. With no curtains on his windows the flat was illuminated by the streetlights. I could see him ask Cathy to stand, and he gently pulled her nightshirt over her head and stood there admiring her nice body. I have nice boobs, but Cathyâs are larger with areola like puffy pink pillows. Sheâs a natural blonde with pale wavy pubes.
They hugged and kissed and then got under the duvet: my view was now largely blocked by the door. I found the ensuing moans and grunts quite interesting and wondered if Giles would be able to make me moan like that when it was my turn â assuming, of course, he passed Cathyâs inspection.
The noises grew louder, and then stopped. I fell asleep, only to be awoken a few hours later by the moans starting up again.
The next morning naked Cathy walked out of the bedroom and gave me the thumbs up. She was followed by naked Giles. His white skin was reddened by the exertion, and I could see scratches on his back. They walked together into the bathroom. There was only a small bathtub, but heâd added a hose contraption so you could take a shower. They did so together, amidst giggles, and then dried each other.  Giles gave Cathy a kimono-like robe that was hanging on the back of the door, and he wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked over, sat on the chair, and said heâd enjoyed his evening with Cathy very much, and hoped he could spend tonight with me.Â
I enigmatically replied, âWeâll see.â
âWould you like toast?â he asked.
And the man in the towel made toast for the three of us, with Fortnum & Mason marmalade he said heâd received as a gift from his aunt.
Once dressed, and after the mandatory fussing with hair and applying fresh make-up, we spent the day sightseeing in London â Buckingham Palace and the Houses of Parliament from the outside, Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly Circus. We were more interested in Carnaby Street and Soho â but, being Sunday, most of the stores were closed. The few that were opened had darkened windows. Giles explained they were sex shops and asked us if we wanted to go inside â of course we did. Cathy and I came out wide eyed and gobsmacked, each with a souvenir we wouldnât be able to show our parents.
We had spag bol
 for dinner at a small Italian restaurant near the flat, washed down with Chianti. Giles paid the check once again, over our weak protests.
Back in the apartment Giles brought out a bottle of Polish vodka and a carton of orange juice and we drank screwdrivers.
As it grew late, Giles looked at me and asked, âYou ready?â
I was nervous. I was about to take a big step. I asked Giles, âAre you?â
âOh yes, more than ready.â
Cathy chuckled, and told Giles, âDo your best.â Thankfully she didnât say, âI give you the girl, bring me back the woman.â (I read that in a Mills & Boon bodice ripper, I think.)
Cathy came out of the bathroom wearing only white knickers and she sat on the couch. Fortified by screwdrivers, I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my boobs and barely covering my pussy. I went to Gilesâ bed â still unmade from the night before â and lay down on the right side. Soon afterwards Giles strode in, naked. He flicked off the ceiling light and made no effort to even partially close his bedroom door.
He crawled up the left side of the bed and raised himself up on both elbows, so his face was above mine, and we began to kiss. They were warm, passionate kisses, and I could feel his tongue gradually start to explore my mouth. I reciprocated.
He then asked me, with his mellow voice and assured calmness, âReady?â
âI need to tell you something first,â I replied.
âSure.â
âIâm a virgin. Youâll be my first.âÂ
âCathy told me. Iâll be gentle. Are you nervous, Kala?â
âNo, I donât think I am. Cathy has helped me to understand what will happen, and I feel like I know you.â
âIâm honored to be your first,â he said.
He gently opened my towel, exposing me from head to toe. I felt a strange, pleasant sensation. He lifted his head further up to look at what heâd found inside the wrapper. He was unhurried â as if he was examining all the goodies on a buffet and planning what he wanted to eat.
Giles started to kiss me again, moving the fingernails of his right hand gently down the side of my neck and on to my shoulders. Then slowly down my arm and over to the ribs on my side. He paused and waited some time before gently cupping my left breast.
âOh, Kala, so nice,â he whispered.
I discovered that while my nipples are small, they are hard-wired to my clitoris. He rolled my nipple gently with his fingers, and I began to moan. He then lay on his left side, facing me. His eyes were soft. He gently encouraged me to lie on my right side, facing him. We resumed kissing.
His right hand moved slowly from my boob down my abdomen to the outside of my left leg. He carefully pulled my leg so that it was on top of his. And then, from below, his fingers were on my inner thigh, then on the side of my vulva, then the other side, then lightly moving over the hair of my pussy.
He paused, took my left hand and gently moved it down to his penis. It surprised me â it was rock-hard, and it twitched slightly when I touched it. I was nervous but he wrapped his hand around mine and together we held it upright from his body. It was silky smooth, and I liked the sensation.
He said âthe head is sensitive, be gentle there. You can stroke the shaft.â I did and this time he moaned. I must be doing it right.
A little later his hand returned to my pussy. His gentle movements over my pubic hair became fingers moving into my vulva. My inner labia were swollen and tingling, helping to spread my other labia for his roving fingers.
âYouâre so wet,â he said. I moaned. His fingers felt so good sliding around the slipperiness.
As he had done with my nipple, he found my clit and softly moved it between his fingers. I moaned even louder. I heard Cathy, in the other room, chuckling.
Next thing I knew he was back on all fours and turned me gently onto my back. But rather than getting on top of me, I was surprised that he slid down the bed. And even more surprised when he spread my legs and put his face into my wet curls. I could feel his warm tongue moving slowly from my vagina up my vulva to my clit. He repeated this â but I wasnât counting. It felt great, and I didnât want it to stop.
He then raised his head and crawled on top of me, until we were face to face. He kissed me, and I tasted â for the first time â the unique transferred taste of pussy. It was surprisingly sweet.
He whispered. âNow?â
âYes, oh yes,â I said, ânow.â
âIt might hurt. The pain wonât last.â
âFuck me!â I commanded.
And he did.Â
There was no pain. I suspect if I ever had a hymen, it had long since vanished as they quite often do. I could feel his hard penis move slowly into my vagina, filling it with his warmness. It just kept going in -- but then stopped -- and he gradually pulled it almost entirely out before repeating the stroke. Â
By this point his hands were beside me, holding him up. I could look down, through my boobs, and see his dick gradually disappearing into my cunt, and reappearing. Even in the semi-darkness I could see it glistening with my wetness.
âLook,â I said. Heâd been looking at my face and lowered his head so he could share my view of our coupling Parts A and B.
âYou feel great, Kala. So tight.â
He varied the pace from time to time. Sometimes he only did short movements at the portal to my vagina. I could feel the edge of the head of his penis. Other times he did long, slow, deep pushes. As his breathing grew more excited, he would slow down, often stopping completely. Then heâd start moving again, sometimes by first grinding in a circle against my pubic mound. I moaned, of course. The variation meant my brain didnât know what to expect so I could just turn my mind off and let my body feel all of his surprises.
My arms were around him. I moved my hands down to that lovely firm butt that I glimpsed the night before, my nails gently digging into his skin, encouraging him to thrust more. Deeper. I wanted to feel all of him, squeeze everything out of this experience.
He then started, purposefully, to increase the pace. I looked down again and saw his dick moving in and out ever more rapidly. His eyes were closed. My hands bounced on his butt with his movement and sometimes I pushed him to help the momentum.
âCum inside you?â he asked, breathing heavily.
I knew what this meant but had no idea what was best. My brief hesitation meant my answer no longer mattered.  I could feel him pulsing inside me, throbbing, as he exclaimed âYes, Gawd, YES!â He pushed his dick into me, as far as it would go, and held it there.
Cathy heard this and started to applaud. Heck, folks in the next building would have heard Giles. I was pleased I could bring so much pleasure to this kind man. Iâd offered him my honor, and he honored my offer. I now felt like a woman.
He then lowered himself down on me, still supporting most of his weight with his elbows and knees. He was still in me, but as the blood left his penis it plopped out. He made no effort to get off me.
âDid you enjoy that?â he asked.
âOh yes, very much. Why did I wait so long?â
âYou waited for me.â
He then rolled off, and we resumed looking at each other side-by-side. As I turned, I felt his cum sliding out of my pussy onto the towel, still open on the bed beneath me. I put my hand down to feel it -- it was warm and slippery.
âThe Big Dipper needs a short intermission,â he explained. âThere are many other positions we can try â like the Magic Mountain. Would you like another ride?â
âYes, very much,â I said. âIs that your name for it, or did another bedmate bestow that on your penis?â
âI named it the Dipper because itâs been in many cream pots, but one of my bedmates blessed it with the âBigâ aphorism.â
We kissed.
âWould you like some water?â I asked.
âYes, please. And thereâs some brandy in the cupboard.â
I left him in bed and walked into the living room. Cathy was lying uncovered on the settee, with one of her hands inside her knickers, in her pussy, moving rapidly. As I approached,
she also started to moan: it must have been contagious. Her moans grew louder, the movement of her hand faster. And then both stopped.
âWould you like some water or brandy?â I asked Cathy.
I could see her body gently pulsing and shaking. No reply.
I found a small tray in the kitchen and six glasses. I poured three of brandy, three of water.
By this time Giles, still naked, was sitting in the chair in the lounge. I distributed the drinks and sat next to Cathy. Her face was still flushed, but sheâd regained most of her composure.
âWas it all you expected?â Cathy asked me.
âAll, and more,â I replied.Â
As I spoke, I noticed more of his white, sticky cum oozing from me onto the settee.
âHow much of this is up there?â I asked, putting my finger in the cum. It seemed never ending.
âLots, I hope,â Giles said, and Cathy laughed.Â
We chatted a little more, until Giles looked down at his dick â which was starting to swell.
âBig Dipper is getting ready for Round 2,â he said, as he began to gently play with it.
He took me by the hand and said, âCome on, girlâ as he led me back to bed. I wondered if Cathy had wished it was her turn, but I didnât care as I wanted to have more and more of this adventure.
I looked over my shoulder to Cathy and said, âSee you in the morning.â
âHave fun, kidsâ she replied. âPlay nicely.â
Once in the bedroom Giles gave me a big hug, his now erect dick folding up so that it didnât stick into my abdomen. Clever design feature.
âWhat would you like to try? With you on top, or sitting on me, or doggie fucking, or with us standing?â
âI have no idea, Giles. Your choice.â
âWell,â he said, âlast time I did all the work. Letâs switch so youâre in charge.â
I didnât have time to answer before he was flat on the bed, with his head at the foot and his dick standing up like a flagpole. I wondered why he hadnât put his head on the pillow.
âOkay, he said, straddle me so my dick is beneath you.â
I enthusiastically did as I was told. He reached down and put a couple of his fingers in the slit of my vulva, and then on his dick.
âYouâre still nice and wet. Now slowly lower yourself onto my dick. Iâll move it so that it slides in.â
Again, I did as I was told. Iâm sure my teachers at school wished Iâd been this willing to learn new things. There was no resistance, and his dick again filled my entire vagina.
âNow move,â he said, âSlide back and forth, up and down, or both. Anything that feels good. All good for me.â
I looked down at him and saw him smiling. I started to lower my face down to kiss him.Â
âNo, no,â he said. âIâd like to see your pussy and watch your tits bounce while you fuck me.â
I remained upright and started sliding at first, then bouncing. At first, I was a tiny bit self-conscious but soon I started to enjoy the feeling of my boobs â not ample, but certainly adequate â coming along for the ride. He was obviously enjoying the show. And now I could see why Giles put his head on the foot of the bed: I looked forward through the bedroom door: Cathy was sitting on the chair, smiling at me, as she played with her pussy. I smiled back.
Giles reached up and cupped one of my breasts. He gently squeezed my small nipple between his fingers. This sent a bolt of energy right to my clit, as if from my own power source.
Giles seemed to sense this: he moved his hand down to my pussy. He found his way through the hair to my bouncing clit and rubbed gently.
I felt happy. I was making Giles happy. But I was starting to flag a little with all my bouncing. Giles seemed to sense this as well and he started moving beneath me â slowly at first, but then ever faster. Oh my goodness, the sensation changed with his countermovement. I watched his pale skin turn red, heard his breathing quicken, and was surprised how rapidly he could move his pelvis up and down. All of a sudden, he lifted me up and off him by my waist. His erect dick â looking larger than before â started to pulsate and squirt cum into the air, like a fountain. Three or four ribbons, all falling on his abs.
He grabbed his dick and stroked it, producing still more cum. And I could hear Cathyâs excitement from the other room.
âWow, that was some display. Is it always that much?â
âUsually more. This was our second time tonight, and it reduces each pop.â
I grabbed my towel, now on the floor, and wiped his tummy.
âIâll be right back,â I said, âI just need to go to the loo.â
I went to the bathroom and had a pee. My vagina was sore, no doubt the result of all the friction. I tried to blot my vulva dry with some tissue, without great success. The wetness continued to flow.Â
I walked past the settee and heard Cathy softly snoring.
I climbed into bed on my side and faced Giles.
âI had a wonderful evening, Giles. You were so tender â so sexy.â
âTrust me, Kala, it was my pleasure. I hope you wonât be offended, but you were a great shag. 10 out of 10. Remarkable for a novice.âÂ
I softly rubbed his cheek and smiled. I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what Iâd done that was so great because really, I felt like Iâd just done what came naturally. For now, I was elated that he was satisfied. My virginity was gone, and Iâd loved every moment.
I turned to face the other direction and backed into Giles so that he could spoon me. He put one arm over me, his hand rested on my tummy. We fell asleep. The first time Iâd ever slept with a man.
I slept soundly: I was spent from the sightseeing and the evening activities. Losing oneâs virginity is hard work.
In the early pre-dawn light, in that limbo between dream and reality, I felt a gentle pushing near my vulva. As I awoke Gilesâ penis found its destination and he gently pushed it into my vagina. I lay there, pretending to still be asleep, as he began a very slow rhythmic pace. He was trying to fuck me without waking me up. I should have been annoyed, but it felt so good.
After a moment, a minute, who knows, I started to moan.
âThat feels so damn good,â I whispered.
âGood morning, Kala. Your early morning wake-up call.â
It was slow and gentle and lasted a long time. There were some moans â as quietly as possible. And then came the tell-tale change in his breathing as he picked up the pace. And then I felt that lovely swelling as he pushed and shot still more cum into the most distant corner of my cunt. Some atavistic part of his brain made him try to push even further than physically possible, as though driving him to seed the very core of my body.
We stayed locked in this position until he lost his erection and fell out, followed by the inevitable flow of semen.Â
We all got up, did our ablutions, got dressed and did our hair and slap. As I reflect on this, I think how horrified Iâd be to let anyone see me without my eye makeup and lippy, yet I happily let Giles look at the pink, moist, most intimate part of my body, and then ram his big prick up my cunt.Â
We went to a nearby cafĂ© for full English breakfasts â eggs, fried bread, beans, bacon, sausages. Giles offered to pay our train fare back, but Cathy reminded him that trains donât run on a bank holiday. We went back to the flat to pack our few things and get ready to start hitchhiking when Giles said, âI have an idea. Give me a few minutes.â
In about ten minutes he was back, grinning. âIâve borrowed my mateâs car. I will be your chauffeur.â
âAll the way to Malvern?â Cathy asked. âItâs about 140 miles â one way.â
âOf course, my ladies and lovers. Itâs the least I can do.â
The three of us squeezed into his friendâs old VW Beetle. We drove via Oxford where we had sandwiches and pints at a pub along the river. We paid. I sat next to Giles most of the way, and he often put his left hand on my bare knee. By late afternoon we were in central Malvern. Giles parked in a layby and got out of the car to say goodbye. Cathy and I each gave him a long kiss and thanked him for his hospitality.
âAnytime youâre in London please be my guests.â
He gave me another kiss, and then whispered in my ear, âThere are many more positions for us to try, Kala.â  I felt the blush rise to my cheeks.
He got into the car and waved through the driverâs window over his shoulder as he left. And I waved back:Â farewell to my first experience.
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From her first-time dalliance with a man named Giles and her best friend at the time, Cathy, to the first, but hopefully not last, penis-in-vagina orgasm, From This Night, Forever More takes readers on an exotic coming of age experience unparalleled outside of an 80âs skin flick film. The biggest difference is the intimacy and emotions the author conveys through storytelling.Â
In just 539 pages, author Craig Walsh had me thinking, laughing, unsettled, curious, and many things in-between. I enjoyed reading the informative tidbits that the author included in each chapter juxtaposed against the graphic erotica. Titled both interesting Facts and Fun Facts interchangeably. Information includes Hawaiian culture and myths like The Moâolelo of Naupaka to more informative info, like the clitoral - urethral meatus distance (CUMD) and The Adonis Belt.Â
A very short part of the book about The British-Hawaiian land court case Jeff was assisting with caught my attention. If this was any other book, I would want to read more about it. But From This Night, Forever More by Marjorie Walsh is an erotic, fast-paced, explicit woman's journey to find the life she wanted on her own terms.Â
Entertaining sections in the novel had me laughing. One section was in one of the aforementioned informative tidbits. It was an aside about how biting through a penis is harder than one might think. The encounter between Diane and Blair made me think and my skin crawl. Once again taking into consideration the era of the writing, I was not surprised, simply disappointed considering the rest of the novel is relatively upbeat.Â
Towards the end of the novel, the character combinations were very intriguing and unexpected. There was a navy veteran slash escort, and a surfer slash IRS agent. Some of the dialogue felt corny to me. For example: while waiting for a plane, one asks; âArenât you all in the mile high club?â and the response is, âI certainly am... I renew my membership whenever I can.â But concurrently readers must take into consideration that the timeframe of this book is between the 1970s and â80s.Â
Readers of From This Night, Forever More are adults that enjoy both memoirs and erotica novels. Its explicit sections are not for the faint of heart. Perhaps I went into this Women's fiction expecting a slightly different reading experience, but I believe readers will enjoy this book.Â