Raise your skirts and lie over my knee’. I said sternly. At this time, the crinoline was de rigeur for any fashionably-dressed young lady. Normally...the crinoline skirts kept their shape by means of a thick, heavy bell-shaped horsehair petticoat, itchy and uncomfortable in wear. The tendency of the crinoline to rise up and reveal an embarrassing amount of lower limb had led to the wearing of under-drawers, (not so long ago the exclusive province of women of easy virtue), and straight petticoats. Finally I had to pull over so I could catch my cum and not make a mess all over my pants. I shot my load into a paper napkin and put it in the trash bag that I kept in the car. That helped for a while but I kept thinking about how to get laid while classes were out. Maybe I could get lucky with some of the girls that I dated while in high school. I had my share of pussy back then.When I got home I used my key to let myself in and headed to my room. As I passed the family room I saw quite a. The first step was successful. Bela was inside my room now I had to get inside Bela.While we drank our coffee, I asked her, 'Bela, teri umer kya hai? (Bela, how old are you?)" Sir, I am about fourteen years old," she said."She is very young. Would it be all right to fuck her?" I thought.Then I recalled that Mamta, the girl who had taught me all I knew about fucking, had told me that my father had deflowered her on her fourteenth birthday. I decided that Bela was old enough to take my lund. I commanded myself not to move, to just take what was coming; itcouldn't be worse than a beating or broken legs!Then I felt it, I went from being a limp rag doll and tensed up, almostpulling myself away. Using the utmost self-control I forced myself to golimp again in his arms and allow him to ply my body against his. What Ifelt was a long iron bar that could only be an erection pushing againstmy stomach. I could feel it though the material of his slacks and myskirt.Eddie was gyrating against.