I was quite young, by the standards of 1956, when I lost my virginity. Today, of course, any guy reaching the age of 18 without having experienced the savour of pussy juice would probably be considered a freak. But, in those days, it was a fairly normal thing. Enough of that, let me tell you what happened....
My mom and dad had been transferred to Europe, shortly after I completed my matric examinations. Dad was involved in the overseas office of one of the large South African manufacturing companies and he held a high position in that company. Because of his position, we moved in quite high circles and I was soon introduced to the pleasure pastimes of Europe. Of course, our home was beautiful and, in keeping with the standards of my dad’s business associates, we had a tutor for my young twin brothers and a live in au-pair girl.
The tutor, Madame Du Pont, was employed to teach the twins and also to help me in my adjustment to a new language and my college studies. Today, with more maturity, I recognise that she was a truly beautiful person but, at first, she seemed ancient to me. She was only about thirty-seven years of age and, although her figure was not that of a young woman, she did not need to be ashamed of it. She had nice, if a trifle small, breasts, a trim waist and good hips. She was a widow and was a tyrant when it came to studies but was soft and friendly at other times. Her husband had been a pilot in the air force during the Second World War and had been killed in action.
The au-pair girl was a sort of maid and baby sitter for the twins. My folks had to go out during the evenings and they needed a baby-sitter. So, the au pair had been employed. Ingrid was a curvy, voluptuous blonde from Scandinavia. I had been entranced, from the moment I saw her but because she was about twenty-five or twenty-six years of age, I believed that she would just see me as just an eighteen year old, callow youth. However, unbeknown to her, she had co-operated in many of my nocturnal fantasies and was always able to bring me off to a shuddering climax.
The week I turned eighteen, I was invited to a skiing weekend at an alpine resort. One of my dad’s buddies had arranged to take his son and me to the resort with him. It had been great in the mountains and the skiing and bobsledding had been incredible. In addition, both Mario and I had used every opportunity to score. Both of us were inexperienced but it seemed that our chance of losing our virginity was very favourable.
But, then came the accident...
I was trying a ski jump when I landed awkwardly and tore the ligaments of my ankle quite badly. This meant a trip to the hospital, resulting in treatment and splinting of my ankle. Of course, skiing was out and so was my chance of scoring. When I was supposed to be in the resort having drinks with Jane, the wild English rose, I was lying in hospital having my ankle bound up and being issued with a pair of crutches. It didn’t deter Mario though - he scored and kept the lady’s wet-stained panties to prove it. The bastard.
Anyway, that put paid to the weekend and early on Sunday morning we were taken home. When we got home, Ingrid had to help me up to my room. Mom and dad were out at a function and Madame le tutor was away for the weekend. She wasn’t due back until late. The cook and the housemaid were there but the chauffeur was with my folks. Ingrid was very gentle, as she helped me up the stairs and, in view of all the fantasies, I had previously enjoyed, I laid it on a little thick and allowed her to mother me more than was really necessary. I had been told to go to bed and rest and so, she asked me if I needed help getting into my pyjamas. Of course, I said, “Yes.”
Ingrid helped me to undress. I had to hold onto my crutches, to remain upright and so she loosened my belt and gently drew the pants down over my bound ankle. Of course, having a beautiful girl undress me was really wild and my cock grew to its throbbing fullness, quicker than a wink. My underpants stood out, pushed by the raging hardness of my manhood. Ingrid seemed to smile for a second before she studiously pulled down my shorts and left my pulsating member open to her gaze. She didn’t flinch. Picking up my shorts, she slid them up over my legs and settled them at my waist. I felt her hand brush my prick as she straightened the pyjama shorts.
“Sit,” she ordered, “You can do the rest of your undressing on your own. I must go and see to the twins.” With that, she walked out of my bedroom. I felt embarrassed. I thought she would go for my dick, which wasn’t the smallest in the world, but no, she had walked out on me. I took off my shirt and vest and lay down on the bed. The warmth of our centrally heated home and the comfort of my bed caused me to relax and remember the lightest of a feather touch I had received from her hand.
“Okay,” I thought, I’m probably too young for her. But, she can take everything I can give her, in my dreams and fantasies.” I took my cock in my hand and started to rub it gently, dreaming about Ingrid. I didn’t hear her come back into my room. I didn’t realise that she had gone to check that the maid was downstairs and that the twins were asleep. She hadn’t rejected me, she just was aware of her responsibilities and was being careful.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Keeping it hard and stiff for me?” I turned in surprise. Ingrid was back and was standing behind me, one leg cocked backwards as she slipped off her panties. Her white blouse was unfastened to the waist and I could see the lush roundness of her magnificent breasts. During her absence, she had removed her bra and her nipples were like hard pebbles. She moved closer and I could see her glistening pussy lips beneath her short black skirt and white frilly apron. I ran my tongue over my lips - my mouth was suddenly dry.
“Have you ever had a woman before?” she breathed. I shook my head in a negative response. I couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. She smiled.
“That’s good,” she said, “now I can teach you the right way to pleasure me. Pull off your shorts.”
I lifted my arse and slid my shorts down to my ankles. I sat up and took them off. My dick stood erect, rigid as an on-duty sentry.
