Extract from Butter Wouldn’t Melt

In the basement would be old Mr Prufrock, the dirty minded, wrinkly old gnome whose penis I had to offer to take in my mouth.

I remembered how big it had looked, bulging beneath the crotch of his brown tweed trousers. His balls had looked pretty large too, and I wondered if he’d make me suck on them as well, a thought that made me gag a little. Maybe men always expected that? I didn’t know. Nor did I know much else, save what I’d picked up from friends, least of all how to make a man come quickly, which I could see might be very valuable knowledge in the days to come. It would be my first time.

Firsts are important to me, especially sexual firsts. My first spanking had been a wonderful experience I would remember with pleasure for the rest of my life, over Penny’s knee in an old pill box beside the Thames with my school skirt lifted and my knickers well down. The first time I’d had pussy licked was equally intense, and when I’d first returned the favour. I could even remember the first time I’d put something inside myself, the mouthpiece of my recorder, and how I’d been so excited I’d done the same with my bumhole just hours later, holding my cheeks apart in the bathroom mirror as I squeezed a blob of toothpaste onto the tiny pink hole to help a finger go in, only to discover that toothpaste stings. Now there was another first on the horizon, the first time I sucked a man’s cock, my first blow job, a disgusting, crude expression that always made me shiver, and it looked like it would be for Mr Prufrock.

I couldn’t bear it, not the first time. Yet I was headed for Montague, Montague, Todmorden and Montague, where Mr Prufrock lurked in the cellar. I was drunk, and feeling vulnerable, horny too, although I didn’t want to admit it to myself. Once I got there, down I’d go, in more ways than one, quite possibly, down the steep old stairs and down on Mr Prufrock, taking his fat, wrinkly cock in my mouth, sucking until it began to swell, doing whatever dirty things he told me to until he was ready, and then taking his load. For the rest of my life I’d know that had been my first.

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