Crammer

Crammer

Part One

I winced as I sat down at the kitchen table, and I'm sure that Chrissie noticed it. Let me explain, Chrissie was my age and our next-door neighbour. Earlier that day, when I returned from sixth form college, Dad had taken me into my bedroom, and he brought his cane with him. I had to drop my trousers and underpants and bend over the end of my bed. He gave me 12 strokes, very hard. The cane made an almighty crack as he swiped it into my bottom. 12 strokes for coming back past midnight, and each stroke burned and stung like a white-hot wire, just because I'd stayed out most of the night with Chrissie. I did deserve it, but she seemed to have got away with it, and that surprised me. Her dad was as strict as mine and she didn't show any signs of a well-smacked arse. When he had finished, Dad left the bedroom and left me to silently weep as I slowly nursed furiously burning welts across my arse.

It had been a couple of hours since I had slowly pulled my pants and trousers up, and in the meantime, Dad had prepared tea. Chrissie usually joined me for tea, and then we would do our homework together. Homework from sixth form college, I ask you. We were both 18 and looking forward to further education at university. No sooner had we sat down for the meal, (rather gingerly in my case ), than Dad was called to the phone. Chrissie and I looked at each other as we tried to make out what was being said on the phone. He returned to the kitchen and told us he had to attend to an emergency. As Mum was visiting her sister and Chrissie's dad was working late as he usually did, we would have to look after ourselves on our own.

"Don't get up to any funny business," he quipped.

He was trying to be flippant, as if we get up to anything!

We locked the door after he left, and then looked at each other. Chrissie was the first to break silence.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

As if I didn't know, we had shared our experiences since being toddlers. We knew each other's bodies, (latterly in a biblical sense), even though there was a hiatus when we both reached puberty.

"Come off it, you've got a very sore bottom. I want to see if it's as bad as mine."

"So, your dad tanned your backside for you."

"Of course, silly."

She dragged me upstairs to my bedroom, as I pretended to be reluctant about baring all in front of her. I could feel developments in my groin.

The moment that we crashed into my bedroom and closed the door, she started to take off her clothes. I beat her to the goal and got my underpants off before she managed to get off her bra. As usual, her titties were magnificent and I moved forward to help her with her knickers. I stepped backwards as she stepped out of them and my cock was at half-mast.

"OK then, let's see that bottom of yours."

For a moment I played at being shy, and then turned around putting my hands on the bed.

"12 sizzlers, I reckon, they must have been agony."

"Full sized senior ratan," I confirmed, "let's see yours."

I stepped away from the bed as she copied my previous movement, with one additional act. She spread her legs, and showed a glistening vulva. I was now at full-stand and made my move; I didn't get far!

"No-no," she teased, "I want the cream first."

I delved into the bedside drawer for the cold-cream, so useful if one needs a little lubrication. She stayed in her cock-teasing position as I opened the jar and spread a dollop on each of her cheeks. It was so tempting to bury myself in her crack as I massaged both cheeks simultaneously. I felt the throbbing through my member as I kneaded the cream into the deep welts that crossed both of her cheeks. At first, she winced with the additional pain, and then the massage seemed to help her. It was driving me crazy with lust, her globes had that perfect consistency, and she had dipped her back. She had spread her legs a little further as well, and even though I was in close proximity to her arse, it was angled so that I could see both her arsehole and her cunt. She was really turned on, and enough was enough. I lifted my hands from her backside and grasping my manhood, I prepared to roger her tight arsehole. She had other ideas, she abruptly turned around and sat down on the side of the bed. I was almost poking her in the eye with my erection, when she opened her mouth wide and swallowed me whole.

"Can I do you now, Sir." It was an old joke between us.

From where she'd learnt her fellating technique, she never told me. She worked back and forth, and in the few seconds I managed to contain myself she withdrew my affair and slipped her tongue along the underside, licking me into a frenzy, and then swallowed my length whole again. She did this three times and my cock throbbed in tune with the throb of my very sore arse. I couldn't control it, I exploded in her mouth, and she milked me dry. She swallowed pulse after pulse of my semen and I wallowed in ecstasy. She released me and moved her backside to the middle of my bed.

"Time for you to do your duty, Sir," she commanded.

I had to obey and moved into position as she spread her legs and moved them towards her shoulders. We had tried this position many times, it was our favourite. I grabbed two pillows and pushed them under the small of her back, and she let her knees down so that they were either side of her magnificent rack of tits. Her vulva was gaping and swollen, and looked just as stunning as usual. I had studied her ladies bits when we discovered sex for the first time, but that is another story.

The vista beckoned, and I caressed her grotto with my tongue. It was already moist and the taste was delicious. I licked over her vaginal opening upwards past the urethra and over her clit several times. She moaned and writhed, and then I moved onto her clit to suck it and whirl my tongue around it. When she climaxed, I moved up to kiss her mouth and we curled our tongues about each other. My cock had regained its hardness now and I began to manoeuvre it in position. She reached between our bodies and placed my purple helmet by her vagina and I slowly pushed it home. I savoured the process as I eaked out the enveloping feeling of her vaginal walls along the length of my member. At first, I eased myself in and out, and my climax was building up. Chrissie was getting rather excited as well and our languid movements developed into a frenzied coupling and I drove my cock vigorously in and out of her. This was despite her locking her legs about my torso. I hammered my way to a climax, but Chrissie beat me to the finish line. After a terrific spend I lay temporally exhausted and we lived in the moment of bliss.

We didn't get another opportunity to slake our lust. A few days afterwards, Chrissie and my dad went to visit her mum's grave. Dad used to go out with Muriel before she married Ken and had Chrissie. Unfortunately, a young teenager decided it would be fun to play with a bulldozer. It was twilight and the lighting in the cemetery wasn't great. Before Dad could manoeuvre the car, it was bulldozed into a tomb. It was said that they died instantly, and it wasn't much consolation when the youth was sent for a lengthy custodial sentence. I missed her terribly; my college work went downhill rapidly. I'd lost my love and sex partner as well as my enthusiasm for anything but lolling about the house.