Harry's Island Initiation

Her breathing deepened, became more gasping and I knew exactly what my intentions were. As her hips began to heave, I awaited her usual reaching to pull me upwards. When it came----"Now, Harry. Oh, now."---I ignored it, and continued licking and sucking at her clitoris, occasionally poking my tongue into her vaginal orifice.

Her hips heaved again. "Harry!" Her body twisted in orgasmic spasm. I just kept my tongue working hungrily, until her whole body gave a convulsive heave, desperately pressing her whole undersides into my face, while her near squealing told me I had achieved my goal.

"Orgasm?" I asked raising my head to look up at her hair striped face.

" You young devil." she murmured. "Now what?"

"Now this," I said, and slid my body up over hers, kissing her breasts on the way. Finally, I kissed her half open mouth, as I slid my erect penis deep inside her, which, in spite of my mouth on hers, had her issuing a long, "Mmm" sound.

Now, as I moved inside her, for the first time I felt in control. Yes, my scrotum was heavy and ready to expel, but I was confident I could sustain a longer bout of rhythmic action. A long full stroke reaching to her very limits, a slow retraction, then fully in. I could feel her vaginal walls begin to tug at my erection, but I needed no such encouragement. Faster strokes now. Really humping over her.

For a second I broke our kiss and looked down at her face, her eyes were closed, but her lips smiled, as she breathed, "You could get a gold star for this one, Harry." Then her face burrowed into my neck as I thrust deeply into that mystic cavern.

Her teeth gnawed at my neck and shoulder as I began harder, longer pounding. The sound of her breathing became harsher, more frantic. Suddenly, without warning, I realised that I had been a shade too confident, and I was about to ejaculate. I had so wanted us to hit the high together.

In an effort to delay, I slowly withdrew my penis until it was almost out of her vagina's grip, and she groaned, "Oh, no, Harry---not now." Thinking I had spent.

Without further thought, I plunged hard and deep feeling I was reaching into her welcoming womb, and at the same time I spurted into her. She was twisting her body in exultation, while I was consumed by the ecstasy of the moment. But while my erection held, I was able to manage two more vigorous drives into her, and was delighted to hear her make a choking sound, and her head began to toss from side to side, as her hips lifted to grind against mine.

Almost, but not quite. We lay in silence calming our thundering hearts.

"Gold star?" I asked at last.

She mused for a moment before saying, "At least an A plus."

"We almost got it together, didn't we?"

She sat up, and looked down at me, "Harry, don't be so demanding on yourself. If you never get closer than we just did you should be, and your partner will be---well content."

And so that mystical holiday rushed by, each encounter trying to surpass the last, until came the day before we were due to go home.

I had been told, without any room for argument, that, since it was our last day, the family would spend the whole day together. On my morning run I found Laura where I knew she'd be, and explained the situation. How different it was looking at that body now that I had explored almost every part of it.

Laura had looked a little disappointed at my news, but then she smiled and said, "Well, we can't have your last day go cold. We'll need to put in another late shift." So it fulfilled me for the day to know I had her sensuous company to look forward to.

And I certainly needed fulfilling, as the day included yet another stretch in Athens, where my mother's main aim was seeking out presents and souvenirs. Just where her worry about the afternoon heat went to when she was involved in shopping I'll never know. What I did notice was that as the day wore on my father was becoming increasingly ratty with her. That in itself was a rarity.

Anyway, the day passed and we were back dining in the hotel restaurant in the evening, slightly overheated, but calmer. After a good meal we were in the bar and I was treated to a small glass of white wine.

"For our last night, Harry," my mother said. "And you have had a restful time, haven't you?"

Oh, yes, mother. You couldn't know how restful it has been! But all I said was, "Suppose so."

Later in the evening my mother commented, "There's that woman again. Do you think she's one of those who seeks out men?"

My back was to the bar and I hadn't seen her entrance. I didn't dare turn round now.

My father looked around the room, "She can't have a lot of choice," he said, and then chuckled, and stroked a finger over an eyebrow. "I don't think she's noticed me."

I laughed, but my mother hissed, "Raymond!"

At last my mother declared we should have an early night since we had an early ferry to catch. I glanced towards the bar. There was only an elderly couple sitting there.

In my room, I showered, doused myself in talc, and left my room via the French window. It only took a couple of minutes to get to the rear of the taverna, where I knew the drill. Her door was slightly ajar, and she leapt from her chair as I entered. We just stood there and kissed deeply.

Very quickly we were out of our clothes, but still standing locked in each other's arms, my rising erection trapped against her flat stomach.

As we broke the kiss I said, "My father complained that you hadn't noticed him."

She laughed, as she led me towards the bed, and I told her the circumstances of his remark. "I think your mother would have been just a little sharp if I had."

Then we were lying close together on the bed under that cooling fan. I had determined on this last night to treat her to at least twin orgasms. So the process between us began on familiar grounds, continued deep kissing, hands stroking over bodies, my hand finding that spot behind her ear, and then stronger action began.

Her hands strayed down to my erection, stroked it , held it, while I moved my mouth and tongue down over her body. This time I savoured the smoothness of her inner thigh before concentrating on the fuzzy groove, and began licking and kissing along the entire area, absorbing the creaminess and the warm ripe aroma of her.

Was this to be my last time? Then I had to concentrate. While my tongue lapped at her clitoris, my fingers probed her deeper areas, even touching on the tight little circle of her anus. That really made her jerk. But all the time I listened to her breathing. Now familiar with the quickening, the grunts that signalled her rising passion, I also tuned in to her movements, the twitching of her legs, the raking of her fingers over my body.

And they all started, and I waited for her desperate reaching for my penis, which I tactfully kept out of reach, as her head started to rock. Her voice came to me in broken gasps," Now--Har--ry----now--Oh, please."

I ignored it all, and just kept my fingers probing and my tongue and lips caressing her clitoris, until I was very aware of her breaking apart with the orgasm that gripped her. The expected lift of her hips, thrusting herself tightly onto my face, which became aware of the extra moisture. At last she fell back, still panting and cursing me, "God, help me. I've created a devil."

I began to move up her body intending my erect penis to enter just as at other times. But this time it was her who moved. She twisted her body so that I rolled over beside her, as she sat up.

"Now you just lie there on your back. I've been saving something for you to remember me by," she giggled.

My erection was huge and I felt momentarily disappointed, so ready to plunge into her. I was then puzzled to see her grab a pillow and place it behind my head.

"So you can see what's happening to you," she said firmly, before sliding her lips swiftly down my body.

She wanted to kiss and lick my penis? Well, she had done that before.

And that's how she started. Her tongue ran along the length and tickled at my scrotum, before coming back to the head via the underside vein. Slowly she licked around the purple head.

Every so often her eyes glanced up at my face, gauging my reaction. "Very nice," I muttered, but wondered why she was doing that now. I soon found out.

Unbelieving, I saw her lips close around the head, while her tongue continued licking, and her hand gently began squeezing my scrotum.

I was inside her mouth! I never knew this was done. In her mouth!

Even as the thought hit me she moved her mouth to engulf more of me, her tongue continually rolling around it. Her head sank lower until I felt my tip touch the back of her throat. Then she was drawing back, fingers tightening on my scrotum.

The sight of my erect penis disappearing into her mouth was almost too much. What if I started shooting?

Her eyes were on me briefly, and I'm sure they were smiling. Her lips began riding up and down my penis faster and faster, while her tongue continued its ministrations. I was sure I was getting harder and harder, and knew my gently squeezed scrotum was fit to burst.

"Laura--" I gasped, "I'm going to--"

Immediately, without ceasing her up and down movement, she moved her hand beneath my buttocks, pushing them upwards, so that it felt there was no escape.

Too late. Before I could do anything to save her, and with my penis deep in the back of her throat, I was spurting. Out of the exquisite sensation of it, I was able to glance down and see her throat throbbing as she swallowed every drop I expelled into her. Her eyes were on me, eager and willing me to continue. That very sight increased my pleasure to levels I just didn't know existed.

"Oh, God," I sighed, as I felt my penis wilting in her mouth. Laura drew back her head from it, and reached for a tissue to wipe at the silvery thread that trailed from her lips as my limp penis fell dead across my thigh.

Seeing that enforced the guilt that overlaid my recent pleasure.

"I'm sorry, Laura. I couldn't---"

She came up alongside me and kissed my cheek, "Don't be silly. Nothing happened there that I didn't want to happen. You liked it?"

I tried to tell her how much but my words were clumsy and insensitive.

"Knowing you were going tomorrow, I wanted you to leave with something to remember me by."

"But there's so much to remember you by."

"Yes, and one day you'll talk about how this ancient thirty six year old was an easy conquest."

Thirty six! She was thirty six. "I won't do that," I told her.

"But one day you will talk about it. To your friends or to a girl friend, but when you do---please, Harry---be generous."

"But I'm so grateful. And I had told myself you were about twenty nine." It wasn't true, but it seemed like a good time to start being generous.

She nudged me in the ribs and kissed my cheek," Oh, you're going to be a big success with the ladies. And if you find one who does what I've just done for you, given that she's a good girl in every other way, then you'll know she loves you."

I had to ask, "Does that mean you love me?"

Her eyes studied me frankly, "I can't say that, Harry. You're one of the sweetest men. But what I did was a gift."

We were quiet for a while before she added, "And you should know that I've only ever done that with one other man."

"I'm honoured then," I said, then voiced what had been troubling me. "Does all this future talk mean we won't ever see each other again?"

She hugged me, before saying sadly, "I've thought about that a great deal these last few days. The idea seems good now, but sooner rather than later that age difference would get in the way. If we corresponded we would be in that situation---and I've encountered this---where the letters get fewer and fewer and the gap becomes hurtful. You understand?"

I nodded, and told her the truth, "But I'll miss you so much."

"That's good to know. But soon you'll be at university---amid lots of girls, and with the confidence you've found, you'll get over me quickly. A solid quick break is best for both of us. And don't think I won't miss you."

I thanked her and repeated how hard it was going to be.

"For both of us. But I'll look for your name when the Olympics come around. Oh, yes---what is your name?"

We laughed together as I told her my surname, and then we had slow no nonsense sex for the last time. And it was good.

As I opened the door to leave she called, "Harry!"

I looked back at her, still naked, on the bed, an image that I wanted to imprint on my brain forever, "Yes, Laura?"

She held up a thumb, "Gold star!"

How good it would have been to rush back into her arms, but I closed the door behind me and it was over.

I didn't sleep too well but by nine o'clock the next morning we were boarding the near empty ferry for Athens. With my parents, I stood at the hand rail as the ferry pulled away. On the landing there were only a few people watching. And my heart leapt.

Laura was there, waving her hand in farewell.

"Isn't that the woman we saw in the bar?" my mother said.

I had hung my hand over the rail, trying to give a hidden return wave. Laura briefly held up a thumb, just as she has on the previous night.

"Who can she be waving at?" my mother asked irritably, and she looked both ways along the deck.

I was aware that my father's eyes were on me, and I feared my face would reveal the emotions I was feeling.

"Probably the skipper," he said unconvincingly, his eyes never leaving me. Then, a half smile on his face, and his head nodding knowingly, he looked across at the landing and added, "Or some other very lucky fellow."

"Raymond!" my mother scolded.

I watched the landing until her white blouse faded in the heat haze, but I stood there watching my favourite island also vanish.

My university time more than fulfilled Laura's wishes for me as far as the young ladies were concerned. And my Olympic prospect? Well, that ended in my second term when I attempted an unscheduled triple jump and ruptured one of the quadriceps in my upper right thigh. So targets changed.

But memories of Laura never went away.