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The 4 1/2 litre Bentley

Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Prostitution, Reluctance, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

undressed neither?" she asked. "Cripes no!" I explained, "Not the done thing." "Never seen a girl's cunt?" she asked. "What?" I asked. "Cunt, vagina, twat, fuck hole," she added. "Not exactly, but Ginger Longhirst had some photos once." I explained, "Some girls out in Burma." "Didn't they show her cunt?" she asked. "No, they showed her willy," I explained. "A girl with a willy?" she asked. "Yes showing her willy, in Burma after the war," I explained. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Oh yes with a group of sailors," I confirmed "Oh" she said, "I think you'll find those were really men dressed as ladies." "Possibly," I agreed, "But why?" "Takes all sorts," she said. "But how can you know?" I asked. "Proper girls don't have willies," she announced, "Didn't you know?" "Oh, gosh!" I said, "Cripes!" and I nearly forgot to swerve round a chap pushing a bicycle who fortuitously dived into the hedge to avoid me. "They have cunts like mine," she paused, "Haven't you ever seen a cunt sir?" "Fraid not, no," I confessed in confusion, as the speed bled away as my mind reeled. "Do you want to?" she asked. "Not really," I replied though my mind was spinning with the immensity of her revelations. "That's a cunt," she said and she lofted her skirt and pulled her pants down revealing, well nothing for as I gasped in amazement, there was just this slit where her willy should have been. I stared fixed at it for far too long, only the thumping of the wheels against a roadside drain that brought me ... back to reality and I stamped on the brakes to skid to a halt with the nearside front wheel locked up. "Cripes," I gasped, "Is it painful?" "Only when someone pokes me before I'm ready," she chuckled, "Do you want to poke me sir?" she asked. "Gosh," I replied, "Lot to take in, are all girls, sort of, you know, the same?" "Not the same sir, some's bigger and some's smaller and some's hairier and just a few's shaved like mine," she said saucily. "Right," I agreed. "You can feel with your fingers if you like sir," she said. "No thank you," I replied, "We aren't engaged or anything." "There's a pub," she said pointing, "I'll have a wee there." I straightened the car and drove slowly along with the thought of Doris's cunt embedded inextricably on my minds eye. We stopped at the pub in some unpronounceable welsh village where she went to the loo and then we resumed our journey. "You do want to feel my cunt don't you sir?" she suggested as she read my mind, "I bet you really want to stick your willy inside it and poke me don't you sir?" she said. "Uh," I said. "Your willy tells me he wants to be inside my nice juicy cunt," she said, "We could get a room for the night." "Be late for dinner," I explained, and I put my foot down hard upon the throttle and cast thoughts of cunts from my mind. We arrived at three minutes to eight, Mummy was livid, "Where the hell have you been?" "Ah," I explained, "Angela went off in a huff so I had to pick up a prostitute to make up a fourth for whist." ...