This teen slut loves to get her pussy stretched by a big hard cock. And when he finishes her off her busts nut all over her sexy titties.

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So, I’ve had this fantasy for a while. I’m a gogo dancer/stripper, whatever you want to call it. I’m wearing this outfit, complete with glass heels. I’m on the stage, dancing to the music, surrounded by a bunch of guys. They’re all staring at me, as I start to tease, slowly taking off my clothes. I’m wearing nothing buy my socks and heels and they all want me.

My friend has been trying to get me to go to the amateur night at the local gentlemans club. She doesn’t understand why I don’t want to go - I mean I guess it doesn’t make sense that I take off my clothes online for everyone to see but won’t do it in person. Anyways, for now, I’d like to keep it as my own personal fantasy, that maybe, I’ll share with any guy lucky enough to come into my bedroom.

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Carolyn Engel sat in the outer office of Dr. Matthews office paging through the latest weekly news magazine without really paying much attention to it, as her mind was on much more important things. Lifting her head out of the magazine, she glanced around the waiting room,
trying to imagine what each of the people sitting there were seeing the doctor about. She made a quick observation that none of the other women in the room had her particular problem!!! There was one woman who had a nose that looked like a ski slope, while another looked like she had three chins instead of the usual one!!! No, she was the only one who was a candidate for breast reduction surgery!!! While most of the female population would probably not choose to have breasts the size of hers, most of them would never even think of going through what she was contemplating!!! Her thoughts were interrupted by the receptionist who announced, “Dr. Mathews will see you now, Miss Engel!”

Taking a seat in an empty examining room, she passed the time waiting for the doctor by counting the tiles on the wall! “Get a grip,” she admonished herself, “this is just a consultation, nothing’s going to happen today,” but then she went back to counting the tiles!!! A few minutes passed before Dr. Matthews arrived, but when he did finally come in, he immediately made her feel comfortable with his easy manner and casual conversation. “Well, Carolyn,” he began, “I see from your chart that you’re thinking about having breast reduction surgery, not a common request I must admit, we usually have patients who want to go the other way!!!” Carolyn nodded and then poured out her heart, “Doctor, I know it sounds crazy, but I almost feel like freak, the women smirk at me, and the men, well you know what they think, that all I am is a pair of big boobs with not a brain in my head!!!” The doctor listened for the next ten minutes as Carolyn described her life as the owner of a pair of 38F breasts on a one hundred twenty five pound body before asking softly, “What does your boyfriend think about all this?” After a moments hesitation she replied slowly, “I-I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m too ashamed to even think about letting a man see or touch me when I know he doesn’t care about me a whit, and besides, I think they’re so unattractive no man would want me anyway!!!

After Carolyn had completely finished venting, Dr. Matthews patted her arm and said, “The first thing we have to do is give you a thorough exam to make sure you actually need the procedure, so if you would please remove your top we can begin!” Carolyn stood up while turning her back to the doctor and slipped of her blouse and bra before turning around with her arms at her side and her incredible hanging from her chest!!! “The doctor immediately responded, “You’re right in that you have a truly massive chest, but you are totally wrong in thinking that they are unattractive, believe me although they’re large, they have perfect symmetry and elasticity with large pink distinct nipples and excellent skin tone, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, you have exactly what most of the women who sit in these examining rooms desire, which is a truly feminine chest!!!” “You mean that you won’t do the surgery,” Carolyn asked sadly?!? “I didn’t say that,” the doctor replied gently, “what I said is that although you’re big, you are normal, and that before you do something you may later regret, that you should try and work through this with someone close to you!!!” “You mean a man,” she replied!!! “Shaking his head, he replied, “That, is exactly what I recommend, give yourself a chance with a man who appreciates you for being you, and see if he could care less if you are a A-cup or Z-cup!!!”

“That’s just great,” she said while flagging down a cab, “now I have to scrounge up a man just to see if he likes my tits!!! She sat lost in thought as the cab careened through Chicago’s rush hour traffic and until it stopped in front of her building on the near north side, she paid the driver, hopped out, and took the elevator to her thirty eighth floor apartment, where upon she removed her clothes and stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom and stared at her huge chest, wondering if maybe the doctor wasn’t right after all!!! She cupped them in her hands, tweaking her nipples until they stood out almost like two little thimbles, fairly begging to be sucked!!! She lifted one of the nipples to her mouth and easily sucked it in, nibbling it with her teeth and licking it with her tongue!!! “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, as her pussy drenched itself with cunt juice!!!
She was just about to drop her hand to her clit when the door buzzer rang from down stairs! “Shoot,” she thought to herself, “I can’t even do myself without being interrupted,” while throwing on a house coat and going to the intercom to see who was on the other end!

“I’m sorry to bother you at home,” John offered as he entered Carolyn’s apartment, “but the boss wanted you to review these files before tomorrow morning, and since you weren’t in the office this afternoon, he had me drop them off for you!!!” “That’s okay, John,” she replied, “come on in and let’s have a look at what you’ve got there!” They sat down at the kitchen table and quickly Carolyn went into work mode as she reviewed the documents that John had brought with him!
She had totally forgotten that she was wearing a loose fitting robe that was only wrapped around her, and not buttoned or tied, which resulted in the front of it separating and revealing a good portion of her chest to John’s astonished eyes!!! When she looked up and saw him staring, she quickly covered herself up and he stammered, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but I-I……”
Still feeling the effects of having just sucked her nipple, she touched his arm and said quietly,
“I’m not upset, John, but may I ask you a question?!?” “Sure,” he replied gratefully, “anything at all, shoot!!!” She thought carefully for a moment, but then asked, “When you were looking at me, did you like what you saw, or was it gross to you or upsetting to you!?!” “You’re kidding, right,” he asked!?! “No,” she replied while shaking her head, “why would I be kidding?!?” “Well,” he stumbled while his cheeks turned crimson, “I mean, uh, you’ve got an unbelievable chest, and who wouldn’t like to look at it!!!” “You really mean that,” she asked doubtfully?!?
Giving her an unbelieving look he replied slowly, “Yeah, why, don’t you think they look good?!?”
“What I think is unimportant,” she answered quickly, “what I want to know is, what exactly do you think about my breasts!?!” “Jeesh, Carolyn,” he stammered, “I don’t know, well, I just like’em that’s all!!!” “But you haven’t really even seen them,” she pressed on, “how can you be sure?!?” Now he was sure she was pulling his chain and he responded, “Come on now, you have one of the most fantastic sets of boobs I’ve ever seen, and just because I haven’t gotten a guided tour doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to have them!!!” Carolyn let that last sentence sink in and then asked, “John, would you like to do me a favor!?!”

Now sitting on the sofa, Carolyn turned to face John before slowly opening the front of her robe until her whole chest was exposed to his eyes! He gulped audibly and mumbled, “Sweet mary mother of god, I’ve never seen anything like it!!!” “Is that good or bad,” she asked seriously?!?
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he whispered with a now dry mouth, “is this a joke or what!?!”
“It’s no joke,” she responded, “do you really like them!?!” “May I touch them,” he asked, “why don’t you let me show you?!?” It had been years since Carolyn had felt man’s hand on her body, and just the mere touch of John on her breast sent a shiver through her body, that was palpable!!! Seeing her reaction, her coworker grew emboldened, and this time without asking,
leaned over, took a hard nipple into his mouth, and then commenced sucking!!! “Ohhhhhhh,” she sighed, “that feels so good, and it’s been so long!!!”

The fury growing between her legs was quickly reaching a fever pitch, so when she let her hand slide into John’s crotch, she was overwhelmed when she encountered his already rock hard shaft!
“Please,” she begged, “take it out for me, I have to see it right away!!!” John’s head was already spinning, because for the past three years he had fantasized what Carolyn had looked like in the nude, and now he not only was getting a chance to see it for himself, she was also pleading with him to show her his cock!!! Not wanting to release the luscious nipple from his mouth, he struggled to undo his belt and zipper, but with a little patience he was able slide out of his pants and shorts!!! “M-my gosh,” she blubbered while taking him into her hand, “i-it’s beautiful, oh, John, you have a lovely penis!!!” John groaned as his boss began sliding her warm hand up and down the length of his shaft, and just hearing her sweet voice talking about his “penis”, well, that was as much of a turn on as her hand!!!

Although the taste of her nipple was sweet, John had other ideas for the huge chest that jiggled sexily with each one of Carolyn’s slightest movements! Letting the nipple slip from his mouth, he found her mouth and kissed her deeply, while she jealously held on to his thick manhood! He pulled away and whispered into her ear, “Have you ever had your tits fucked!?!” She moaned at hearing the crude question, but instead of being repulsed, she found herself replying hoarsely, “N-no I haven’t, but if you want to……………!!!” John quickly positioned her on the couch and in one smooth motion mounted her waist and guided his erection between the massive pillows of mammary flesh!!! “Hold them together,” he panted, while starting to slide his pecker in and out of the now tight crack formed by her incredible breasts!!! She had heard of tit fucking, of course, but never in her wildest dreams had she dreamed that it would be this wonderful, and just like a slut in a stag film would do, as his pecker poked out of her boobs just below her mouth at the end of each stroke, she let her tongue flick over the velvety head for quick caress!!! The taste of hard cock was incredibly intoxicating, and just the idea that her breasts had given him his erection made it all the sweeter!!!

He was close to losing his nut, and even though it would have been great to have blown it on her face and boobs, he instinctively knew that for their first time together, he should be inside of her!!
He mounted her quickly, carefully placing his head against her gaping vulva, making her moan with anticipation as he slid it up and down her crack, making sure that she was wide open and available to him!!! He could have just slammed it home, and in another time he might have, but he was making love, not just fucking her, so he entered her slowly, letting both of them savor the feeling of gradual penetration!!! Her initial moan grew in intensity until by the time he was fully inside of her, she was groaning loudly and begging to fucked hard, so now was the time, she was ready and demanding, her pussy a reel with desire, holding the thick male invader in its velvet like grip!!! He looked down at her as he took her, seeing the glow on her face that only came when a woman was being ravaged sexually by a lover she desired!!! As with all men, however, there comes a point in time, when the pecker head takes over from the mind and thousands of years if
evolutionary instinct takes over!!! The pace of his stroking increases now, until it becomes almost a blur, pounding and ramming, the basic need to ejaculate overwhelming all other thoughts and desires!!! While she on the other hand, is caught up in a vortex of desire and need that turns her into as female carnivore, who demands that her lover use her for what nature intended, the repository for his burning seed!!!

It’s over much too quickly, but both of them, still hungry for the other remain locked together until he again becomes erect while already inside of her!!! Again he takes her, and again she meets each thrust with equal passion, this time, however, they take their time, reveling in each others body!!! He kisses her a whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever made love to, and I-I……………..” “What,” she whispers back fiercely, “tell me what you were going to say!!!” “Well,” he stammered, “I think I love you, I know it’s incredible, but I feel I know you better than anyone I’ve ever met!!!” Tears welled up in her eyes, as she thought about what Dr. Matthews had said, “Find someone who loves you for you,” and she knew in her hear that she just did!!!

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Not only does she look so sweet and so innocent, this brunette teen is so sweet and so innocent. She’s never rode a sybain sex machine before. She’s never even heard of one before but that’s okay. She needed a little coercing from one of her girl friends but it wasn’t long before she was climbing on to the contraption.

Click here to see the pictures of Austin’s first time riding a sex machine. It’s a safe bet she’ll be back for more. You can tell by her facial expressions she loved it. It didn’t take long to make her moan and orgasm. Looks like we’ve got another girl hooked on a fucking machine.

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Aphrodite Notte’s first adult modeling pictures!

I had done some a "regular" modeling, but these pictures are from my very first nude photoshoot. I was a little nervous and at first, I felt awkward in front of the camera. However, as I took off my clothes, the photographer kept telling me how good I looked and how much the men were going to love my pictures. I’ll admit, that started to get me really horny. I started to imagine men getting turned on by my pictures, and maybe even masturbating to my dirty photos. I started to feel really naughty and completely forgot that the camera was there by time I had my clothes off and started to masturbate! It was definitely a fun experience and made me want to do it again and again!

Check out all my dirty photos and watch all my naughty videos inside Aphrodite Notte. My website might be brand new, but I already have lots of naughty adventures to share with you!

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   The year does not matter. When one is fourteen, nothing much matters except being fourteen and enjoying to the full, those opportunities that life deems worthy of your participation in, at that precise moment in time.

    So it was, that fate that morning should have tossed Marion clean across the footpath right in front of me on my way to school. Not that she was overweight in any way I stress, she simply slipped on the icy footpath, sprawling face-downwards into quite deep snow. The least I could do was pick her up.

    Now when one loses one’s footing, leading to the humiliation of falling over, and especially in the case of a female, this detracts totally from any sense of outer elegance, denting entirely the victim’s dignity. In falling, her legs had splayed outwards and a momentary glimpse of some light-colored material beneath the gusset of her winter stockings had worked its unavoidable retinal magic. As I hooked my arm beneath hers in an effort to pull her to her feet, she reacted as one might expect a young school-girl to, thus affronted.

   “It’s OK, I’m fine thank you,” she gritted, seemingly less than grateful for my intercession.

    In falling, her satchel had slipped from her shoulders and now lay upturned in the snow which itself lay feet deep, drifted up against the school chain-wire fence. Dislodged from the confines of their leather protector, books, set squares, geometry equipment and her pencil-set were now strewn around her, their final resting places identified by multiple holes in the snow. In hindsight, the scene was not unlike the Titanic wreckage field. Retrieving her possessions in near silence, it was a case of neither of us knowing really what to say.

    Handing over her protractor, the last escapee, Marion half smiled.

  “Thanks,” she said “Sorry I was a bit gruff just now, I was really embarrassed.” I wondered for a moment if that included my up-skirt viewing option.

  “Oh, that’s alright,” I replied. “I’ve never seen you at school, what class are you in?….I’m Noel by the way.”  I added.

    Shaking gloved hands she told me her name and confided that it was in fact her first day there,  having transferred from Dartford Grammar. I had to suppress a grin, our soccer team having crunched the ”Dartford invincibles”  five-nil the previous weekend.

    It wasn’t until we actually had gotten to school and had stowed our gear in the lockers that I was privileged to catch a glimpse of the real Marion, sans her winter outerwear, gloves, scarf and hat. It was worth the wait.

    Laughably inexperienced and with all the predatorial  instincts of  Bambi, I still could recognize a sexy young body when I saw one…and right then, I was definitely looking at one. Slim-hipped but with curves in all the right places, those bright blue eyes looked across the hallway at me from the prettiest of heart-shaped faces. A flawless complexion and full “why-not-try-me-now?” lips certainly dropped my anchor. I think I was in love with her before recess. Judging by several other boys’ double-takes however, I certainly wasn’t going to be having this all my own way. I figured I would keep one step ahead of the herd though and asked her if she would like to see me at lunch time. I think I noticed the beginnings of a blush. At least, I like to think I did!

    I couldn’t tell you what I had to eat that day but I remember with undiminished recall every last detail of that lunch period.

    Marion, having been billeted to 3B (British equivalent of 9th grade) whilst I was resident in 3A, meant that we were unable to sit at the same table. It didn’t stop me from looking across at her in-between mouthfuls though. I was encouraged by the fact that she was sharing her table with seven other girls however, rather than mixed company.

    Now the canteen in that school was colossal. One supposes that having to cater for almost seven hundred kids in two sittings, it had to be. We’re not talking prison food either. Steaming hot Shepherd’s pie, the width of the plate with vegetables, heated rolls with cheese followed by rhubarb or apple pie with as much fresh cream as you could take on board, together with just about any soft drink you care to name - and that was a bad day. You paid nothing for it either!

    I think it had been a roast chicken Tuesday. Shuffling now the remnants of my dessert around the plate, I noticed Marion about to get up. Informing the dorky sixth-form prefect at the head of our table that I had some assignment to complete, he waved me free to leave.

    I already had a spot picked out.

   At the northern end of one of the three enormous playgrounds, right alongside the tennis courts, sat the largest of oak trees that had probably been there when Oliver Cromwell was a lad. Around its huge base someone had thoughtfully constructed a circular seating arrangement that could probably have housed twenty children shoulder to shoulder. As it was, there was rarely ever more than half a dozen school-kids clustered around that tree at any one time. On this day  there was no-one.

    The air freezing but invigorating, I see it all now as clearly as I did that day. The great tree denuded of its leaves but with snow piled-up thickly at the confluence of its upper boughs. Icicles hanging like stalactites from the roofs of the Assembly Hall and Science block away to our left. Someone had painted the most beautiful vanilla sky also, that hung over the distant playing fields while more snow clouds were obviously building up in the east.

   As Marion talked I just looked at her. I could see the gentlest of curves beneath her woollen jumper and as she moved her arms to emphasize a point once in a while, their presence would be highlighted. I tried shifting my focus of concentration but at the back of my mind was the sexual awakening I had experienced with Ruth just eighteen months earlier and I simply wanted now to see Marion undressed. I think my hands betrayed my physical unrest and how sweet was the feeling when she took them in hers as she talked. So wide was the gulf at that moment between a young girl on the very fringes of maturity and a fourteen year old schoolboy with absolutely no control of either his emotions or his dictatorial hormonal urges.

    I have no idea whether the afternoon’s concluding periods included, Latin, Chemistry or French…all I remember are successive teachers shouting out “Pay Attention Noel,” their pleas falling on majorly distracted ears.

    When the final bell sounded at 4.10 p.m. darkness had fallen and I walked Marion to her bus stop, pointing out on the way my own home, not so very distant. I asked if she would like to come over at the weekend maybe. Her reply of “I’ll have to ask my dad,” was all I needed to hear. Obviously she wanted to.

    In contrast to the laissez-faire if not fully unhinged social dictates of the new millennium, fathers of small children and especially young girls in those days, had a keen interest in “sizing up”  the family environment  whenever any offer was made for a son or daughter to “come over” for a while. Before relinquishing the reins in any shape or form, at the very least, a phone call would be made to determine the family’s suitability to host their child for even the shortest of periods.

    Despite passing the preliminaries, Mr. Cardiff was adamant he wanted to “meet” me before granting his daughter leave to visit.  Accordingly my father agreed to pick her up the following Saturday morning at which time I might be “evaluated.”

    I had never been so well behaved.

   At the point I heard Marion’s mother whisper to her husband,  “He’s such a nice boy Arthur,” I figured I was on easy street. If only she could have known some of the thoughts I was having, looking at her daughter standing there in those figure hugging jeans. More than likely Mr. Cardiff already knew. He was staring at me, such as one might ponder a squashed ant.

  “We want her back no later than 9 p.m. sharp, alright?”  he barked. Dad assured him he would have her home on time.

     I was luckier than most.

    Our home, being adjacent to a huge park had meant that never in all my childhood had their ever been a shortage of options when friends came over.  Every holiday the enormous fairground set-up camp just a ten-minute walk from our rear fence, straight through the forest. Miniature train rides, large well-equipped playground, tennis courts, the Mansion House with its tea-rooms and lavish museum of middle-age weaponry. In Summer, firework displays and the motor boats and skiffs on the lake. Beautiful Olde English gardens to walk through and of course the enormous public swimming center with four separate pools and a refreshment kiosk that doubled as a ball room.

    Mid-winter and with the great lake frozen over, kids would spend hours ice skating. It was to this very venue that I took Marion after she had dumped her stuff in our hallway and following our ingestion of a few ham, cheese and cress sandwiches that my parents had kindly provided.

    Rugged-up to the max, we could probably have made a decent assault on Everest. One of so many pairs and family groups there that afternoon, just being with her was all I wanted. She clung to my coat-sleeve as I pulled her relentlessly towards the tiny island now ice-locked center lake, which in summer so many young couples would row out to, for a brief romantic interlude.

    As my pace quickened, I unfortunately discovered that my co-ordination skills were not on a par with my directional inertia, resulting in a folding of my lower limbs and the direct placement of my rear-end on the ice.  It was also brought to bear that I had no ready-made braking system to hand and was otherwise still travelling at a healthy rate of knots. Marion, in attempting to avoid my ankles, orchestrated her second collapse of the week and lying atop me now was laughing and giggling hysterically.  With those wonderfully soft and pliant lips but inches from mine, I kissed her. She stopped laughing!

    At the conclusion of a late supper, there was time for little more than a TV show before we had to take her home.  Sitting in the back seat, I caught my father’s smile in the rear-vision mirror, as I captured one further kiss just as we negotiated Marion’s driveway. It was 9 p.m. on the dot.

    It was to be a further fortnight before she was able to come over again and had Mr. and Mrs. Cardiff been forewarned of the circumstances to be played-out that afternoon, I would have been welcomed at their front door with an electric cattle prod, if not a double-gauge shotgun. Probably both!

    Dad should never have bequeathed me that bedroom - by far the largest room in the house.  Now in normal circumstances, the least responsible of parents would think twice about allowing their son to take a fourteen-year old girl upstairs alone to his bedroom for hours un-supervised. Like I would have ever permitted such license towards any of my three daughters? The fact is though, it was rather more than a bedroom. More of a lounge/study really, with a fold-out day and night. The room contained my work desk, and with its own television and stereo system, doubled as an entertainment center, even a small museum of sorts with glass cabinets all around the room, containing artifacts and treasures I had collected since early childhood. With its own intimate gas-heating also, It was always hard getting friends and acquaintances to go home!

    The Saturday in question,  Marion and I had walked up to the High Street, but eight minutes distant,  checking out the record stores, having sodas in the ice-cream parlor  and just strolling around the shops. Not five minutes after we returned home, some friends of the family turned up unexpectedly and forthwith commandeered the main lounge which left us with little or no privacy.

   “Would you mind if we go up to my room for a while dad?” I asked hopefully. Never for one moment expecting him to agree, I was staggered when he replied, “Sure kid, I’m sure you two have something better to do with yourselves than hang around us adults.” My mother however, more alert to the ways of the young male evidently, shot me a glance. “Just behave yourselves up there.” I think I noticed out of the corner of one eye,  a smile playing around dad’s lips and a blush forming near Marion’s. Inside, I was performing high fives.

   I had no choice but to behave myself  as it turned out.  So interested was Marion in all my treasures and collectables, I spent the first three-quarters of an hour answering questions and showing her various exhibits. Then she wanted to play records, I was beginning to think this hadn’t been such a hot idea after all.  By the time “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” dropped for its fourth play I was beginning to wish Elvis had never been born. I figured I would break the monotony and asked her if she’d like a Coke.

When I got back to my room, Marion was standing over at the huge bay window, which offered up a panoramic vista of the rear garden, the dense forest beyond and the gentle undulations of the parkland east of our fenced border. Most of the snow had melted and though still freezing cold, everything was picturesque in its wintry solitude.

   “You are so lucky,” she whispered, “No one else has anything like this to look out at. My little bedroom just looks over other people’s boring rear gardens.”  

    She was right of course, I had known that since I could first see over my high-chair. She was standing there hands free at her side, her hair just curling softly at the nape of her neck. I stood behind her, simply encircled her waist with my arms. I knew she could feel my breath on her neck because she put her hands on top of mine and hugged them tighter. A fair bit shorter than me, I could see over her shoulder the curve of her young breasts clearly now and it would have been so easy to cup them and then squeeze them softly but I was little more than a child myself….my technique would doubtless have amounted to little more than an indelicate mauling. Anything more forward than a kiss was going to have to be at her own instigation. 

    I let her go so we could drink our Cokes. We sat on the ‘day and night’ and I seem to remember having so much trouble with my hands - trying to control them that is. At the point she turned her pretty face towards me I just kissed her and for the longest time, I just allowed myself the luxury of contact with those wonderfully soft lips. I think my motor sensory systems were shutting down one by one - I wouldn’t even have fancied my chances if the entire ground-floor had been alight.

   “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” was long finished and with no likelihood of being replayed for quite a while.  At the point I realized Marion had a hold of my hand and was holding it flat up against her left breast I needed little further encouragement. So yielding and warm there, I squeezed the softness enclosed in my palm which only served to make her kiss me more passionately. I shifted my hand to the other side and began fondling her with quite some dexterous passion of my own. During this phase both of us had slipped further down the couch and Marion was almost on her back. Slipping my hand up beneath her jumper took us both to the next level.

    She emitted a couple of “Ohhs” as my hands sought to cross the borderline between soft curvy skin and what lay beneath the edge of that flimsy little bra. I knew little about erect nipples but those that I found that afternoon were the catalysts for the most exciting and arousing of times I had ever known.  With growing confidence, I began pulling her nipples gently and the effect on Marion was dynamic. A truck-load of moans of (as I know now of course) pleasure and the onset of some serious hip wriggling.

     Almost supine now and with a healthy few inches of midriff visible, Marion presented as teasing a profile as any fourteen-year old boy has likely encountered. Pausing only for breath, we were still kissing in anything but moderation and with an enticing “tunnel” now visible between her jeans and her lower abdomen, I slipped my hand down inside the forbidden zone. This did cause a reaction!

   “Noo, not there,” she pleaded, tugging my hand out. Obviously she hadn’t heard of the old maxim, “If at first you don’t succeed….” Thinking to launch a major counter offensive, I kissed her for a bit more, fondling her breasts until she was nudging white-line fever, then recommenced my lower-abdominal activities. On a trajectory that took me beneath the elastic of her panties on my first incursion, I found my hand in a world of downy softness before Marion could react.

    More cries of “Noo, please not inside my knickers,” but so half-hearted were they, her grip on my arm was lessening even as my fingers reached her hot little pussy.

    Now this really was education plus! Eighteen months ago I had learned the ins and outs as it were with Ruth, but eighteen months makes for a remarkable difference. I knew what I was doing this time. Pushing two fingers inside, I felt her shudder partly because of her obviously intact hymen and partly because I suspect this was her first ever penetration.

   “Just be careful…please,” she whispered, nuzzling up to me and obviously clearing the playing board for a completely new game.

   “What if we just unfold my bed?” I asked her…well, she didn’t say no at least”

    I had the thing pulled apart in milliseconds. I dragged her under the eiderdown even quicker.

    Covered, she let me undress her just as quickly as I could …well all but her panties that is. It fascinated me watching her undo that tiny bra. Like most young girls they don’t mind so much showing off their new and developing breasts but anything south of the belly button is not for easy display. Didn’t bother me I have to say, so long as I had digital access, I wasn’t complaining.

    We must have spent more than forty minutes ‘experimenting.’ Her breasts she let me do most anything with. Pulling them, rubbing them and best of all, suckling them until my mouth ran dry with excitement. Marion was not even averse to tugging down the covers and letting me just look at her topless and believe me, that in itself beat the hell out of playing Monopoly.

    Things were not exactly in remission over on the Western front either. More than aware quite obviously, of the biggest erection I had ever had, I was somewhat keen you might understand to address the problem. Whilst trying to pull her panties down a few minutes later, as she giggled seductively, my erection brushed up against her hips. I heard her gasp “That’s naughty!!’ I had every intention of being naughtier.

    Fully undressed myself I wasn’t expecting her to do what she did. As a cool girlish hand took a hold of my erection I almost passed-out with pleasure.

   “Do you like me doing that?” she whispered.

  “As much as you like this,” I answered, rubbing my fingers the length of her pussy and pushing in a little as I did so. I felt her legs spread apart and saw now what I would later have recognized as “urgency” in her expression. I pulled her on top of me, her breasts flush up against my chest and our genitals together. I don’t know what it felt like to her, but to me, this was heaven beyond my wildest dreams.

   After a few minutes of this frictionalized arousal, my erection was pressing hard up against her outer lips. More than once I had felt her own hand up between her legs. Would have been years before I realized why!

   “We can’t make love Noel,” she murmured, “I’m still a virgin and anyway, you could get me pregnant.”

    Get her pregnant? Right at that moment, that was the least I’d like to have done to her.

    I had to relieve myself - that much was beyond question. It was just then I realized that with all the wriggling about we’d been doing, the head of my erection was but a few inches from the entrance to her vagina. She must surely have known that my hands, having a free rein across the soft expanse of her sexy little bottom, were gradually re-aligning perspectives and it was no accident that my erection “slipped” suddenly upwards into the most delicate of ingresses.

   “Noo,” she cried out softly, shaking her head but making no attempt to move off me. I figured this was the ideal time to kiss her long and hard. Barely able to make headway because of the natural barrier, I was doing it tough. Marion I suspect was doing it tougher.

   “We have to stop,” she pleaded. All I could see was the light stuck on green. Turning Marion over on her back I got on top of her and would probably have ended up in Juvenile Court had not a series of knocks at the bedroom door put paid to my new-found manliness.

   “Noel, may I come in please?”

    If nothing else, mom’s timing was impeccable as always.

(c) “In Times Past” appears courtesy of the published anthology “Room Service & Other Tales of The Erotic” by Peter_Pan (2006 Lulu Press: Morrisville NC)

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“Scotch is your safety.”

I simply nod in reply, body quivering. You’re wearing the cologne that you know drives me crazy. You haven’t shaven, and the thin, light stubble gracing your cheek scratches the skin on my neck as you whisper this into my ear.

I’m all ready naked and cold, but your body is warm and I feel almost disappointed as you pull back, running a hand down the skin of my back. I know I won’t use the safety word you’ve reminded me of - It’s more for you than for me.

I know you won’t hurt me past the point that I need to use it, but it means you’ll comply to my fantasies - Of course, you know more about this more than me, so I’ll accept your need for the word. I never know, maybe I’ll need it one day.

I’ve asked you to treat me like this, and you’ve agreed. You know I’m young, and only had sex with a few other men, far too close to my age to excite me. I like how firm you can be and how excited you make me with the rules you’ve prescribed and how I’m treated when I defy you (mostly on purpose because sex with you is always better when I’m being punished). I like how you’re older and more experienced.  

That’s why when you found me on my knees, finger fucking myself, I came the second our eyes met. I’m not allowed to touch myself, or climax without your permission. Two rules broken meant a punishment and that pushed me over the edge. And now I’m getting what I deserve.

I’m sure the first time I asked you to punish me I surprised you… You had probably thought me more prudish than that, but you rose to the task wonderfully and now I goad you almost as often as I think I can get away with it.

You sit on the bed, telling me to come to me. I straddle you eagerly, smiling, even though you’re fully clothed.

“Turn around…” You muttered, eyes sweeping my form. “And wipe that grin off your face, before I do…” You pat me on the cheek, a little harder than we both know is needed, but I turn, and stop smiling, well almost.

Your hands run over my neck, my shoulders down my back and end up cupping my ass. You squeeze, just hard enough to hurt. Down the outside of my thighs, over my calves and to my ankles. One hand leaves to push me gently down, mid back and then returns pulling me closer. Your jeans burn the skin of my stomach and chest, but as your hands sweep up the inside of my thighs and push them apart I find I don’t care.

The chilled air hits my sex and as you part my lips carefully I moan quietly pushing back up against you, my body asking you for what I know I’ll be denied if I vocalized my need.

I’m denied anyway, as your hands moved to my ass, rubbing my skin warming it up. You don’t talk, you don’t need to. I know I’ve broken two rules, but you’re taking so long in beginning. I’m about to glance back when your hand lands on my left ass cheek. I gasp, then groan quietly, pushing against you again. Then my right ass cheek. Then left again. You repeat this pattern, so my ass doesn’t grow sore too quickly.

“How many?” You ask, and then I realize I failed to count.

“Seven?” I guess and am met with both hands hitting my ass. I get three guesses, and then you tell me. You begin again and this time I count, when you ask this time I answer confidently. “Thirteen.”

“Wrong…” You say and my ass receives both hands again.

“No-” I begin, but I am silenced by your hand, much harder than before. It was thirteen.

“Are you saying I’m lying?” I shake my head. “I think you are…” You shift slightly and then I feel something different smacking my ass. A paddle, it hurts less than your hands, but is more targeted, and soon beings to sting ever so slightly. I count carefully, but each time I answer you insist I’m wrong and for a while I don’t protest. But when I get specific, and you deny my answer I contest it again and the paddle is replaced.

Replaced with a small whip. That begins to bite far earlier, and you do get harder with each hit. I squirm, moan and gasp, gripping at the sheets as you make my ass go red.

It seems to take ages for you to stop, each hit biting more and more. It’s delicious and turns me on more than you could imagine, but it keeps on driving me closer to my safety word. Only pride stops me. Pride and if I’m not careful and use that word you may stop this session completely.

My silence is rewarded however as the whipping stops.

I jump as your hand returns, holding something frozen. I glance back to see you gliding an ice cube slowly over my skin, looking almost disinterested. I shiver slightly as the cold chills my very warm ass, soothing me for now. water leaks down to my sex which has grown wet, hot and desperate for you.

The cold of the ice soon penetrates me and I’m shivering as the last of the ice has melted away and your hand slips down to my sex. The water hasn’t even chilled it and as you stroke my pink slit that is wet with my juices and water I groan and push back against you.

Your finger slips inside and plays slowly and gently for a short while before being joined by another. I push hard against you, one of your knuckles grinding into my clit. It almost hurts, but as with most things with me, the pain seems to bring pleasure and you push back, fingers exploring me. My punishment has brought me close enough all ready, so it isn’t long before…

“Please..?” I ask breathlessly, my chest heaving as you stroke my insides with an experts fingers. Heat and pressure are building up inside me and I’m squeezing around your fingers.

“No…” Comes your reply, just and rough and ragged as I feel. I let out a low groan, pushing back against you.

“Please…” I begin soon afterwards. “Please may I come… I-I-I n-need to. Please. Please.” I stutter and gasp, knowing how close I am and how I won’t be able to hold off much longer. I’m denied the right to climax again and seconds later begin begging you, my words being lost and cut short by gasps and groans.

“You may not come…” You tell me firmly, but my body isn’t listening and I can fight it not longest. I gasp, as my body tenses, every muscle freezing up. I’m pushed up against you as I groan and begin breathing again my body pulsing as I end up coming with out your permission.

Once I’m done and my muscles relax, I turn to jelly in your lap. You remove your fingers and move me so I’m sat up again, you behind me, holding me close, whispering to me again.

“You just don’t learn, do you? Another climax without my permission… I hope you don’t make a habit of this…” You muttered and I grin giggling slightly. “You need punishing for that to. A weeks abstinence should remind you of the rules.” I stop giggling, with the raging hard on you can’t be serious. I can feel it through your jeans, pressing into my ass. “Like I said, don’t make a habit of it, or I’ll have to get more creative…”

I’m released, and you leave the room, my grin is gone and I know we’ll both struggle with this week as my fingers return to my tender and excited sex.

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God it was hot out! Danny was sweltering as he made his final delivery for Elmo’s Finer Foods, the bags of groceries getting
heavier and heavier as the day had worn on, until finally he was down to the last stop. It was a large stately home at the far end of
Main St. almost out of town. The name on the bags said “Deb Ryan”. They must be new in town because Danny was at least
acquainted with just about everyone who lived in Eldon. As he rang the door he again thought about how warm and thirsty he was.
The door opened and a very tall dark haired lady of about 45 asked his to come in. She was a striking woman with long hair, long
slim legs, and a very big chest! Danny caught himself staring at her as he moved into the living room and headed to the kitchen.
“Thirsty,” she asked? “And how,” he answered!!! With that she gave him a tall glass of cold lemonade and motioned for his to
follow her into the den. As he settled into the easy chair at the far end of the room, Deb Ryan sat down on the ottoman in front of
him giving him a good look down the front of her cleavage! Danny felt his dick begin to harden as Mrs. Ryan rubbed his leg asking
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His head began to ring and his words seemed to slur as they continued to talk. Danny had no clue that his drink had been spiked
with a drug designed to make his totally subservient and submissive. As his head was spinning, he felt someone pulling him to his
feet and leading him down the stairs to a room lighted by candles. Along the walls he could barely make out chains, stocks, and
other devices used in bondage games. He stumbled and fell to the floor but couldn’t find the coordination to stand up. He heard
voices in the background but couldn’t make them out. Again he felt hands pulling him to his feet and struggled in vain to keep them
from removing all of his clothing. Quickly his wrists were bound and pulled over his head and attached to the ceiling, while his legs
were pulled apart and shackled to the floor with ankle restraints. Now completely immobilized, he was powerless to prevent his
captors from doing anything they wanted with him.

In what could have been minutes or hours, the next thing Danny felt were hand rubbing something cool and creamy all over his
body. From his neck to the tip of his toes not a a square inch was neglected. Not able to put up a fight he just relaxed as the cool
mixture was massaged into his skin, and surprisingly, the feeling was actually quite pleasant, and his dick became quite stiff as the
hands roamed over his skin. Just as he was getting used to the feeling of being massaged, he felt a cold blade scraping his legs!
He was being shaved! He tried to struggle but a hard slap to the face stunned him back into submission. For the next twenty
minutes every square inch of him was shaved smooth as a baby’s bottom. After it as over and he had been washed off, a cool baby
powder was sprinkled and rubbed from head to toe. A shiver went through him as the powder combined with the cool basement air
caused him to get goose bumps all over.

Danny now was now coming out of his stupor. The extent of what was happening was just beginning to set in, and he now
focused on the room he was in and saw that it was a makeshift dungeon, complete with all manner of restraints! Now coming into
view was Mrs. Ryan dressed in a black leather wasp corset, her huge breasts were naked and hung down with big brown nipples
obscenely hard in the cool air. Her outfit was complete with black garter belt, stockings, and five inch spiked heals. Standing over
six feet tall, she was an imposing sight indeed! Behind her wearing a leather studded dog collar was a fifty year old man who was
also shaved from neck to toe. Mrs. Ryan said something to her slave and he nodded in agreement. He shuffled over to Danny,
dropped to his knees and took his prick into his mouth and began to suck. Danny was still in somewhat of a daze but he was alert
enough to know what was happening to him! Even though he had never had sex with a man, his pecker became very hard and stiff
in the mouth of the naked slave kneeling before him. Deb Ryan grabbed him by the hair and harshly told him that from now on he
was her slave and would address her as “Mistress”!!! If he didn’t obey her every command without question, she had ways of
punishment that would assure his obedience. She then slapped him hard across his face and asked him if he understood. He
nodded his head and answered, “Yes Mistress!” She then took one of her huge nipples and stuck it into Danny’s mouth and told
him to suck it! Like and young calf starving for milk, he hungrily took the hard dig into his mouth and sucked like it was the last
nipple he would ever taste! When Mistress Ryan sensed that he was about to school his load she pushed away her other slave and
used Danny’s prick in her own hot cunt. She turn her ass to him and backed into his dick and let him bury it to the hilt! She moved
her butt up and down until they both came in a shuddering cum! She pulled away from Danny and had her foot slave, still on the
floor, clean up her cunt and then Danny’s cock with his tongue.

Mistress Ryan then unlocked Danny from his bindings and lead him over to another apparatus that resembled a barrel laying on
it’s side. She had Danny lean over the barrel on his stomach which left his ass exposed from the rear. Danny then felt something
slick being rubbed into and around his asshole, while now and then a finger would penetrate his rectum making him squirm. When
he moved too much a hard slap to his ass and an admonishment to stay still would make him quiet down. A few minutes later he
felt something big and hard pushing against his hole! It then dawned on him that the foot slave was now going to fuck his ass! He
struggled to get free but was quickly subdued by his mistress. Soon the foot slave was driving his hard cock in and out of Danny’s
virgin ass! Although it was painful, he couldn’t help but feel his own pecker begin to stiffen! “My God,” he thought, “I’m getting my
ass fucked and loving it!” At that moment Mistress Ryan took his head and guided it to her gaping cunt. “Eat it slave,” she
ordered!” Now not only was Danny getting the fucking of his life, he was eating one of the sweetest pussies he had ever tasted!
Danny reached down and began jerking his own pecker keeping time with the big cock that was stretching his asshole to the limit!
Both men began to geyser their cum together and they both groaned as it shot from their peckers. Hearing her two slaves grunting
in orgasm pushed Mistress Ryan over the cliff and she too was crashing in to the rocks of her own cum! Mistress then had the two
men stand facing each other and then ordered them to French kiss. As they kissed Danny could feel that the other man was also
totally devoid of body hair. The Mistress the sat down on the couch and called her two “little boys” over to her where she had them
each take a nipple and suck her. She then produced a long fat dildo and began fucking herself with it. Each “boy” sucked on her
boobs until she again had a hard climax with the big latex dick!

They lay there together, each boy snuggling up to a a big tit, and the Mistress with a dildo hanging from her spent pussy!
“Tomorrow,” she said, “We’ll pick out your lingerie.” Now very contented in his new role as slave, Danny could hardly wait!!!

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