| A PROPER EDUCATION
by Julia Harringsford
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Any resemblance to real people is coincidental.
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m/f, oral, male and female solo
Liza couldn't help but take another glance around the crowded
ballroom. Adam was sure to attend tonight, with his uncle and aunt.
Liza was looking quite forward to seeing her friend Julia again, but
she had to admit that she was looking primarily for Adam.
He had come to her nearly every night since they had begun their
liaison two months ago. He had lived up to all the potential he had
shown in those first few encounters. Last night, however, she had sat up
until nearly midnight waiting for him. At first, she had been angry that
he hadn't sent word, but soon admitted that she had never indicated that
he had to come every night. Rather, he was to come in response to his
own needs, not hers.
Another sweep of the room and she found him. Captain
Harringsford and Julia were in conversation with each other a couple of
feet from him. Adam's eyes swept across the room. His gaze locked
with Liza's and, smiling foolishly, he took a step toward her. She gave a
sharp shake of her head, stopping him. His smile vanished, replaced by
the look of a kicked puppy. She smiled, trying to reassure him. He
turned away to join the conversation of his uncle and aunt.
Slowly sliding from one group to the other, Liza made her way
toward the Harringsfords. When she reached the outskirts of their
group, Julia caught sight of her. "Liza, dear! It's been ages since I've
seen you." Liza stepped forward and exchanged a brief embrace with
her friend, who turned to the gentlemen with her. "You know Andrew,
of course, but have you met our nephew, Adam? Adam, this is Lady
The captain's speaking gaze echoed what Julia's natural tone of
voice had already made plain. Julia did not know of her friend's liaison
with her nephew. Liza dropped into a demure curtsy, then let her gaze
slowly wander up Adam's body until she met his eyes with a coquettish
smile. His mouth curled up into a smirk.
"Will you perhaps do me the honour of a dance, Lady Wilforth?"
Adam asked, extending his hand.
He led her onto the floor, joining the end of the set. They began
to move in the patterns of the dance. The twists and turns gave Liza
delightful glimpses of his long legs, surprisingly well-muscled for one
"I missed you last night." The words tumbling out before she
could stop them. Liza bit her lip.
Adam reddened slightly. "I wanted to come, but was in
one of her moods. I couldn't escape."
Watching his blush, Liza had a wicked idea. When the turns of
the dance brought them close enough, she whispered, "I wanted you,
Adam. You won't believe how much." She let them separate in the
dance for a moment. After a few more turns, her mouth was again by
his ear. "It got so bad, I had to start touching myself."
The blood flashed to his face.
"I thought about you as I stroked myself. I orgasmed hard, but it
wasn't the same. I wanted you. Even now, being to close to you like
this, I'm getting wet, down there."
He stumbled, but recovered.
"Did you want me last night, Adam? Did you lie awake thinking
of being inside me? Do you want me now?"
Before he could answer, the dance ended. Adam bowed over her
hand. Liza leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "You must excuse
me, Adam. I have to go do it again. If I don't get some release, I'll
explode. Liza dropped a saucy curtsy and turned to walk away, careful
to swing her hips provocatively as moved.
I watched her lift the tapestry covering one of the alcoves and
disappear behind it. I nearly ran after her but managed to control
myself. Exchanging a few words with several acquaintances, I slowly
worked my way across the room. Lifting the tapestry, I slipped behind
She was half-reclined on the sofa, her arms behind her head.
The first two buttons of her dress were undone and her straining
at the rest. Her skirt was lifted above the height of her garter, exposing
her ankle and calf to full view.
She slipped one of her fingers into her mouth then, pulled her
bodice aside, tracked her wet finger around her nipped, making it
contract into a tight, suckable nub. My trousers echoed the constriction
as my cock stirred further upright.
"Well?" She smiled invitingly. "Aren't you going to touch me,
I moved to the chair across from the sofa. "No."
"I'm going to watch."
For the first time in our relationship, I could see he had surprised
Liza. She recovered quickly however. Slowly, she pulled her skirt up,
revealing inch after aching inch of smooth calf and plump thigh. I
shifted in the chair, but refused to allow myself to answer the throbbing
need of my cock to pounce on her.
When the skirt was bunch around her waist, she dropped one leg
to the floor and hooked the other over the back of the sofa, exposing her
womanhood to my adoring gaze.
Her body had grown so familiar to me in the last two months. I
knew those folds intimately. All I had to do was reach over and stroke
them "just so" to have her writhing in ecstasy.
Instead, I watched as her hand drifted down to touch them,
stroke them, disappearing into her entrance, then sliding out again. Her
eyes fluttered shut, forgetting my presence.
The scent of her arousal drifted across the space between us,
making my body tense with the need to take her hard and fast, right here
in this alcove. Clenching my hands on the arms of the chair, I refused to
move, no matter how the sight before me was arousing me.
Liza began to gasp as she approached orgasm. "Oh. Oh! OH!"
Her hand chaffed relentlessly at her pussy, which was dripping arousal
onto the fabric of the skirt beneath her. My hand wandered to open my
trousers and I began to pleasure myself as I watched her.
I had masturbated a thousand times, but this was an entirely
different experience. The sight of Liza pleasuring herself made me
hotter than I had ever been. My frantic strokes matched the thrusts of
Liza's hand as she plunged her fingers deep into her body.
Liza's eyes opened to meet mine as we each pleasured ourselves,
thinking of the person just a few endless feet away. Her mouth curled
into her enigmatical smile as her hand plunged a final time and she gave
a final climatic gasp. Her hand fell to her side. The sight of her release
made me lose control, my seed spurting suddenly in a froth of white to
litter the carpet between us.
She smiled across to me. "That was amazing. I've never done
I pushed myself up from the chair, leaning over to kiss her.
"There's something you haven't done?"
She chuckled. "Not all women have a lover like you, my dear.
So generous. And willing to experiment." She glance away, then back,
"Do you have another experiment, Liza?"
"I do." She pushed herself up from the sofa, smoothing her skirt
back over her legs. "Meet me at my house in an hour."
I caught her arm as she tried to leave the room. "Why not now?"
She smirked. "Because we'd lose our balance on that tiny sofa."
She put a finger against my lips. I kissed it, then she pulled away and
slipped out of the room.
It took some convincing for Aunt Julia to let me leave ahead of
her and Uncle Andrew. When I finally managed to slip away, a full
twenty minutes after I saw Liza leave, Uncle Andrew flashed me a
Slipping a few coins into the driver's hand allowed him to whip
the horses to a wicked pace and soon, I was outside her door. I locked
the door behind me and leaped up the stair, two at a time, reaching her
She was naked on the bed. I crossed the room quickly, stripping
off clothes as I went. I climbed over her pressing my skin against hers,
my cock teasing between her legs. She wrapped her arms around me
and kissed me fervently for a few moments, then broke away with a
chuckled. "Lie on your back and closed your eyes."
I obeyed, wondering what devilry she had invented for us
tonight. I felt her blow a soft stream of air against the head of my cock.
I shivered as she closed her mouth over it, slow and deep. I
groaned in appreciation.
"You like that, Adam?"
The bed shifted as she crawled over me, so her mouth still
clasped my cock and her was positioned just above my face. A
drop of her arousal fell onto my lips. I licked it into my mouth,
savouring it. A moment later, I buried my face eagerly in her mound.
Liza squirmed with pleasure as he forced his tongue into her,
returning the favour with a firm suction on his cock, just the way he
liked it. She rested her weight on her elbows, leaving her hands free to
play with the base of his cock and his scrotum.
Adam swirled his tongue around her clitoris, making a rush of
blood sensitize her entire body. Her mouth opened in a gasp, allowing
his cock to plow deeper into her throat than she had thought a cock
could go. She pulled back and lowered her head experimentally, pulling
it even deeper.
Adam's hand rounded over her buttocks, massaging them, as his
tongue swirled in her sex. His fingers found the tight sphincter of her
ass, caressing it lightly before a finger began to push gently inside it.
Liza groaned around Adam's cock, returning to the tip to suck hard. Her
hand rubbed up and down his length, the source of the greatest pleasure
she had ever experienced.
Adam's finger grow bolder, pushing in and out of her sphincter
as his tongue ravished her. When he gently nipped at her mound with
his teeth, she squealed and shuddered into a violent, aching, debilitating
Collapsing over Adam, she barely heard his chuckle over her
gasping breath. "You like that?"
He gently turned her over, then pushed his cock back into her
mouth. She closed her lips over it and let him fuck her mouth until,
with an groan, he climaxed, flooding her with his seed. She
swallowed it eagerly, even as she faded off to sleep. He pulled her
against him, warming her with the heat of his body. She sighed,
snuggling closer. He was so wonderful.
For a moment, the thought jarred her away, but almost
immediately, she started to drift again. She would thing about that
Was it possible? Did she love him?
I awoke groggily to an unexpected sound. Sitting up, I saw that
Liza was bent over the chamberpot, retching painfully. I pushed aside
the covers and move toward her.
"Sweetheart, are you alright? What is it?"
She wiped her hand against her mouth. "I know exactly what it
is," she snapped. "I get sick from the very first moment."
I froze. No. It couldn't be. It couldn't happen. Not like this.
She pushed herself up from her knees, her hand instinctively
grasping mine. "It's alright Adam. I know a doctor. He's helped me
with this before."
I felt my heart give a lurch. "H-how many children do you
She bit her lip. "None, Adam. He's not that kind of doctor."
It look me a moment to put the pieces together. "You mean
you're going to kill it?"
She stroked my face. "You're still so young," she said softly.
"Yes, Adam. We have to get rid of it. It's the only way."
END OF CHAPTER FOUR