A VIRGIN WITH A PASSION

Cute is not the word to describe the teenager, with a
smile that was highlighted with dimpled cheeks. Light
brown hair, with lighter streaks, a voice that oozed
hints of hidden passions, and for those who knew her
well. Chrissy, remained a virgin at the age of 17. 

One mustn’t overlook a body that was a perfect work of
art, even with an extra five pounds, and possibly a
few more than that, on her 5'3" frame. Chrissy’s
exceedingly round 36 C-cup breasts stood out firm and
high and many of her dates and other males in general
wanted to feel those soft rounded mammary glands with
kneading fingers and lips, but so far they remained
untouched.

Chrissy worked at one of the local fast food
restaurants in the small town where she lived, as did
I, which was also the county seat. The natural smiles
on her face seemed to never leave, and this feature
helped make Chrissy popular amongst her peers. One
evening when I entered the restaurant, one of the
other counter helpers, (they didn’t have waitresses)
who I had photographed, started teasing me, and asked
when I was going to finish her portfolio she was
having me do for her.

Enter Chrissy, who until then, I had previously spoken
with, now she smiled and asked, "When are you going to
photograph me?" Joking with her, I replied, "Whenever
you want, just let me know."

With that comment, and a smile from Chrissy that
caused me to become excited, (make that hard,) I
walked away from the counter, and enjoyed my snack
along with my friends. The next time I saw Chrissy was
three days later, and once more, she was working, only
this time it was only she and I at the counter.
Smiling, while flirting as only a young teen girl can
do, in pure innocence, she stated to me, "You haven’t
called me to do my photos, so when are we going to do
them?"

Handing her my business card, I told her, "Call me
when you aren’t in school and you can meet without
your mother getting upset, but I must speak with her
before we do your shots." When I handed her my money
for my snack food and coffee, I felt her hand touching
mine, and she allowed her fingers to slide across the
top of my hand. Chrissy smiled, and told me, "I’ll
call you, and perhaps we can do them Saturday."

Late Friday afternoon, I answered my phone and
listened as Chrissy informed me that her mother was
next to her and wished to speak with me about my
taking her photos. I spoke to Mrs. Danklin for nearly
ten minutes, and then she told me she would see me
Saturday morning, and asked if I would take a
photograph of her and Chrissy prior to my taking her
daughter, to do her photos?

Arriving at the Danklin’s home, I was welcomed inside
by Mrs. Danklin, and found an older version of
Chrissy. For the next half hour, I shot several
different poses of Chrissy and her mother, and during
the time I was photographing the two, I discovered
Mrs. Danklin, Margie, was divorced.

I had told Mrs. Danklin that it would likely be around
1:00 or 2:00 P.M., before we returned, unless she
needed her daughter home before then. Margie told me
not to worry, as she was going with a friend, and
likely wouldn’t be home until around 9:00 P.M., that
evening.

The first stop I made to take photos was down a lane
on a large farm that a close friend owned, and the old
house and other buildings had been torn down, except
for the old barn, with weather worn sideboards. There
was still loose hay in the mows that must have been
there since the late 40's or early 50's. After setting
up some shots of Chrissy in her Levis, and plaid
blouse, I asked she tie the blouse at the bottom, she
unbuttoned all the buttons on her blouse, except the
two in the middle.

After Chrissy had tied the bottom of the blouse in a
knot, I was ready too shoot, but saw her red bra was
partly exposed. I could see her bra was visible no
matter how I asked her to adjust her blouse. Finally
Chrissy told me, you don’t need to worry if it shows,
it will be like those photos you see of Hollywood
stars in similar poses. "Mom told me that I could let
you take my pictures with me wearing only my bra and
panties, but no nudes, honest, Ed," Chrissy told me as
I looked dumbfounded at her.

"Chrissy, is that what your mother meant when she told
me that you wanted sexy pictures taken?"

"Yeah, I asked her if I could have you take sexy
pictures, and that is why she gave me a note to give
you, and it is in my bag, and I forgot to give it to
you."

"The two of you discussed my taking such photographs?"

"Yes," and as she spoke, Chrissy walked over to the
large gym type bag and ruffled through it until she
found the note from her mother.

Taking the note from Chrissy, I read the short note,
"This is permission for Ed Morrison to photograph my
daughter in photographs as he deems appropriate, and
my daughter feels comfortable in allowing." The note
was signed, Margie Danklin.

For the next few minutes I took photographs of
Chrissy, and finally she asked if she could take her
blouse off? And she was doing so as she asked, and
before I could reply.

Knowing Chrissy’s reputation in the small town where
we both lived, I was somewhat taken back with her
boldness. Then I believed, falsely I discovered later,
Chrissy was living the fantasy of a girl who believes
her photographs will land her in the movies or a
career as a model. I took a half-dozen photographs in
her levis and bra, and I watched as she stood up and
removed her pants. The red panty she was wearing was a
thong, and I could see she did not trim her pubic hair
close. There was a slight line of hair on each side of
her panty leg, and I could see she was a natural
blonde. What have I gotten myself into, I wondered, as
I watched the teen stand in front of me, then lie back
on the hay and begin rolling around as if she was a
real model, moving to give the photographer the
various poses he needed to complete the session?

‘Hurry, this hay is sticky, and pricking me all over,"
Chrissy said with laughter in her voice, and on her
face.

I finished the roll of film, and told Chrissy I needed
to reload the camera while she put on something else.
After inserting the new film in the camera, I
suggested we do some shots on the barn floor, so we
descended the latter; I carried my camera gear, and
Chrissy’s heavy gym bag.

Once we were on the barn floor, Chrissy spotted some
old farm equipment, and one item was an old horse
drawn hayrack, and it had a seat on it, in front of
the high curving tongs of the rake. She climbed on the
seat, so I started taking shots of her, and she even
lay on the tongs, and it was obvious she was enjoying
posing, and in her bra and panties. One thing I
discovered later, was how the red of her bra and
thong, was highlighted with the old rake, with its
rust and rust colored brownish-red color.

"Okay, what say we do something where you’re dressed,
and in fact, I would like you to put on a dress and
heels, and we will shoot you next to the barn door,
and over by that old window," I said to Chrissy. I
watched in disbelief as the teenager moved to where
she had her bag, took out a white lacy bra and thong,
and Chrissy exchanged the red bra with the white one.

I was fascinated, and started shooting her as she
changed bras. Only the profile of her breast showed,
but after developing the film, and printing a
composite, I saw one photo had her nipple pointing out
from her breast in perfect display, and I had shot
those photos with the background nearly blacked out.
This photo later turned out to be Chrissy, her
mother’s favorite photograph, and mine, and I
submitted it in a national photography contest and won
best of show. The image of her face was such that the
shadows kept her from being recognized, and that made
the photo even more fitting to the title, "Virgin
Undressing" I gave the photograph.

Chrissy kept her back partly to me as she changed, and
she reached under her dress to remove her red thong,
and then slipped on the white one. We did several
shots of her in the white dress, which was linen, and
I had her stand in the doorway and shot her with the
light shining through the material, which highlighted
her legs.

After a while, I suggested we go to the next place to
shoot, and I drove to a small stream on the backside
of the property, where the no longer used road had an
old bridge made of native sandstone. The stones were
hand carved, and were tapered off along the side the
creek bank on each side of the bridge. I took a few
photos of Chrissy in the white dress, and then
suggested she put on a pair of shorts and a top of
some sort.

After removing her dress, Chrissy asked, "Ed, would
you photograph some of me in my undies?"

"Sure, if you would like that."

"Ed, did you do any of Rene in her underwear, or
nude?"

"No, only when she was dressed, why do you ask?"

"I just wondered if you had, and I would like you to
take mine nude lying on the sloping sides of the
bridge."

The idea that Chrissy wanted me to photograph her
nude, and I had written permission to do so from her
mother, made me realize that I was either a pedophile
or one lucky photographer. Suddenly I wanted to view
the teen body of the lovely young girl, and smiling at
Chrissy, I asked her if she had ever been nude in
front of anyone?

"Only my mom, but that was a few years ago, but no boy
has ever seen me, and I’m a good girl, really Ed, I’m
not like some of the girls my age, or even my
friends."

"That’s nice, and I will do some nudes of you, but
please don’t tell your friends unless your mother
allows you to show them your photographs, as she might
be embarrassed."

"I know, we spoke about my not telling or showing
anyone about my pictures, unless she and I discussed
them first." I watched in awe as the lovely girl
pulled her dress over her head and then unfastened her
bra, and slipped her panties down over her hips and
off her legs. As she was undressing, Chrissy told me,
"Ed, mom said she’d like you to take pictures of her
in the nude, and both of us nude together, and told me
to ask you." She didn’t have the nerve to ask you
herself.

"Did your mother really say that, or are you kind of
teasing me, Chrissy?"

"Honest, she said for me to ask you, but she didn’t
know how you would think of her if she wanted or asked
you to take nudes of her."

These were no doubt that I would have extreme pleasure
in viewing the mother and daughter in the buff
together, and I told Chrissy, "If your mother wants me
to do nudes of her, tell her I would be happy to shoot
her."

Chrissy was now standing in front of me, and holding
her dress so her body was not exposed, and asked, "Do
you want me to get on the stones now?"

"Yes, go ahead, I’m ready to shoot."

I picked up my other two cameras, and both were
holding full rolls of film, and one was a
two-and-a-quarter format film. When Chrissy let her
dress, fall onto the gym bag, and move to climb over
the edge of the bridge to get on the sloping sides of
the bridge, I commenced shooting her from all angles.
When Chrissy moved her legs apart to climb onto the
sides of the bridge, her rounded hips showed how firm
and attractive they were. I could see her sex from
behind, and her pink anal ring was on view. I later
found the photos were so clear, and showed Chrissy’s
body off in pure form.

Once on the side of the bridge, I took several photos
of Chrissy, and a few of them, she had arched her
back. Her round and perky breasts were pointed to the
sky, despite how large they were, and were pointed and
firm. The nipples were short and full, and seemed to
be larger around than any I had ever seen or made love
too in my life.

Chrissy had lain on her side, and her feet were facing
me, after I had climbed down below her to take some
shots from a different angle. When she pulled her one
leg back, and resting her foot on the stones, and her
leg was bent at the knee, I could view between her
slightly spread legs. With the motor drive on the
camera, I captured her sex completely exposed, and
parted. The photos later showed how pink the insides
of her sex were, and her sex seemed to be small. I
shot six rolls of film of her on the bridge, and
several of them I had zoomed in so only the blonde
hair-covered sex between her legs was in the shot.

After a while, we climbed on down to the creek, and I
shot some of her in the water, the typical shots of
flipping the water with her fingers, or splashing the
water when she kicked her legs out.

Climbing back up the bank, I followed her, and I was
snapping pictures of her rounded hips, and the back of
her body, and they later proved to be great studies of
a female form. I printed fifteen 8x10 photos, and
framed all of them in the same frame, with an inch of
matting between them. The long print became one of my
favorite photo efforts, and I have it hanging in the
hallway of my home.

Chrissy stood nude in front of me, and asked, "Am I
bad, because I’m nude in front of you, Ed?"

"No, you’re lovely, but how about you get something
on, before I forget our age difference."

I watched as Chrissy slipped on the white thong and
bra, and then put on white shorts and a grey top. The
look of her body was perfection, even with the few
extra pounds, and I wondered who the lucky guy would
be, who would be Chrissy’s first.

After we got in the car, I drove to a small stand of
trees, and I shot a few photos of Chrissy near the
trees and in the high grass. I took a blanket from the
car and spread it out on the ground, and as I took her
photos, Chrissy simply undressed in front of me. Then
she asked me to take some sexy pictures of her nude,
while lying on the blanket.

Chrissy was soon trying to show her body off, in such
a way, I was certain she had studied men’s magazines
to determine how to move. Then my world turned upside
down, as Chrissy asked, "Ed, will you take your
clothes off and lay down with me, but can we not have
sex, but I want to play some, but you will need to
show me what to do, as I’ve never done anything?"

There was no doubt that I wouldn’t honor her request,
even if she was only 17-years-old, but her playful way
all morning had finally made me decide to give into
her request. I undressed, and when I removed my
boxers, my erection was pointed firm from my body.

"Wow, so that is what a man looks like, and it isn’t
like in the pictures, I’m scared, Ed."

Moving down onto the blanket, I lay on my side, and
propped my head up on my hand so I could look down at
the lovely girl, and looking in her eyes, it was
obvious we both knew what was about to happen if one
of us didn’t move from the blanket, and both of us got
dressed once more. I looked at the 17-year-old lovely
girl laying on her back nest to me, and my hand
reached out and I caressed her shoulder. I eased my
hand down, moving it against the top of her round
breasts, and Chrissy’s eyes never left mine. Lightly
my fingers were stroking their way all around her
right breast, and when my fingers moved to the edge of
her areola, I could see her body shake from the
knowledge I was about to touch her nipple.

I watched as Chrissy’s stomach moved inward from
sucking in her breath, knowing the point of no return
was near. What were her thoughts, I wondered, as my
finger tips had moved to play with her short nipple?
Then my fingers were moving down her stomach, and I
moved my middle finger so it was teasing her navel,
and I heard her breath leave her mouth. Slowly I
worked my fingers and hand down onto her blonde pubic
hair, and I lightly pulled them between my fingers,
and watched her hips move upward in response.

Moving my hand from her body, I took her left hand in
mine, and placed hers on my erection. At first the
pulled her hand back when I released hers, but I once
more moved her hand onto my cock, and told her to hold
me. Her hand did nothing but rest lightly around my
hard-on, but my fingers were once more on her blonde,
and slightly curly maiden hair. My hand moved down and
cupped her mound, and I felt her body shake from the
contact. "Chrissy, do you want me to stop or continue,
the decision is yours?"

"Ed, how old are you, and don’t be upset in my
asking?"

"I’m 42-years-old, and from what I’ve just done with
you, could be enough to make me spend the rest of my
life in prison."

"No one will know you have touched me, as I will never
tell anyone, really Ed, I won’t say anything."

With that, I moved my finger between the dampening
lips of Chrissy’s sex, and moved my finger up and down
the slightly, hair-lined opening to her sex. After a
few moments of foreplay, I knew I wanted to make love
to this lovely creature. I lay down beside Chrissy,
and my lips sought her nipple, one after the other,
while I was playing with her clit.

"Oh, Ed, you make me feel funny," and as she spoke, I
felt her hand squeeze my cock with her full grip.

Without waiting longer, I moved until I was lying on
top of her, and I felt Chrissy spread her legs open to
allow me to settle between them. The youthful skin of
her thighs was firm and smooth, as she moved them back
against me, after I was settled between them. My cock
was probing her slit, and found its way to the
slightly parted labia, and the head worked its way
into her inner body.

I started making small in and out strokes of my cock
in her sex, and then I pushed a little deeper, and I
heard her sharp intake of breath as I realized I had
pressed against her hymen. My cock was moving in and
out her sexual entrance, and each time I pushed
against her cherry, I heard her sharp intake of
breath, and her hips pulled back slightly.

Still Chrissy was not saying anything, and I decided I
was going to make love to her all the way. Moving my
hips forward and feeling my cock hit against what I
knew was her virginity, I pressed through the thin
material of her hymen membrane, and Chrissy cried out,
"OH, IT HURTS!"

Nothing else was said, and I commenced making love to
Chrissy, and it was perhaps a minute later that she
began to move her hips up to meet my strokes. Chrissy
had not said anything since crying out when I took her
cherry, but suddenly she was uttering soft vocal
utterances. They sounds weren’t words, but soft grunts
and moans, and her hands moved down and latched onto
my hips, and I could feel her fingers pressing into
the meat of my hips.

Then I heard Chrissy sobbing out, "Ed, oh my, Ed, I’m
getting it!"

I felt Chrissy pushing her hips up against me, and her
arms moved up and hugged my neck, and she pressed her
lips to mine and for the first time, we were kissing.
Finally I felt my body ready to come, and my body was
shooting my cum into her just de-flowered pussy.

After we had both gone off, we lay facing each other,
and Chrissy asked me, "Did you enjoy being with me,
and be honest?"

In my mind I asked myself, how can a man my age not
enjoy getting a 17-year-old virgin for her first time,
especially one who is attractive, and was honored with
the girl leading to the act of sex between them? "My
god, Chrissy, you need not ask such a question, and
your perfection, and I can only wish there wasn’t such
an age difference between us."

"I liked it, and I had a climax, didn’t I, "Chrissy
asked me?

"I believe we both did, and I hope you are not in your
cycle, you know what I mean, so you won’t become
pregnant."

"I just ended my period three days ago, so I’m safe,"
Chrissy replied.

Looking down I could see the evidence of her lost
virginity, which wasn’t the most redness I’ve seen
easing from a girl’s ruptured hymen. Chrissy seemed to
accept the loss with a difference of concern that
wasn’t of concern some girls cried and blamed on me
after they had allowed me to mount them. This caused
me, to once more become erect, and I eased between
Chrissy’s delightfully formed thighs, wanting to
sample the smooth skin of her legs again against my
body.

"I’m a little sore, be gentle, please, oh, it feels
different going in this time, Ed. I feel you in me and
it is exciting this time, ohhh Ed, I hope you’re happy
with me." For the next few minutes we enjoyed making
love, and I will never forget the feeling of Chrissy’s
hands rubbing up and down my back, and her fingers
playing in my hair. Chrissy was soon bumping her hips
up, too meet my thrust, and once more I heard her sob
out, "Ed, I’m getting it, yes, oh, Ed!"

After I went off the second time, I lay over the warm
flesh of the lovely, and naive teenage girl, and I
listened as she told me how it felt to make love. The
closeness I felt for the appealing girl was something
I had not known with other females, including my
ex-wife, who had left me 5-years previously. Her body
was like lying on a soft downy quilt, and the
smoothness of her skin was stimulating again, and I
soon became erect.

Chrissy whispered, "Your becoming excited again,
aren’t you, Ed, do you like making love with me?"
Feeling the male penis growing inside her vagina,
Chrissy continued her inquiry, asking, "Tell me what
it is like to become aroused sexually while we lay
together, and I’m feeling those strange feelings I
experienced when you first entered me, after the
initial pain I felt when you became my first lover."

Stroking deep into the lovely girl who was breathing
hard underneath me, I raised up and groaned, "My god,
Chrissy, I have never taken a girl 3-times, in such a
short time." Pressing deep inside the 17-year-old
girl, and holding my erection as deep in her sex as I
could reach, I spoke softly, "Chrissy, if you were
older, I would marry you at this moment, and nothing
in my life has ever felt as wonderful as knowing I’m
your first."

I could not believe the feeling I received when
Chrissy moved her smooth thighs up and around my back.
Chrissy was urging me to give her my cream, and I felt
her fingernails scratch across my back, knowing she
had left marks in my skin. When the need to release my
cum, I pressed my cock as deep into the girl as I
could shove my erection, and I pulled her legs up and
onto my shoulders as I emptied my semen into her
welcoming sex.

For a short time, I kept Chrissy’s legs up in the air,
and I knew she hadn’t reached a climax this time, but
I listened as she told me, "Ed, that was different,
but wonderful, and you were deep, and I feel like your
still up in my body."

We sat up, next to each other, and Chrissy looked down
and saw the blood on me, then looked between her legs,
and knew what the redness meant as it leaked from her
narrow slit. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and
she sobbed a few times, then she hugged me tightly
against herself. With a slight trembling and crying
sound in her voice, Chrissy said, "I’m glad you were
my first, and the other night, when you said we could
do my pictures today, I have thought of nothing but
making love with you, and I’m not disappointed, are
you?"

"Hell, Chrissy, no man could have a reason to be
disappointed in making love to you, and you’re an
extremely attractive woman." Then I added, "I can’t
decide which I find the most enjoyable, your round
breast, or those exquisite thighs?"

Laughing, Chrissy asked, "You mean they are better
than that little place between my legs that you about
killed?"

"Chrissy Danklin, you’re an ornery young girl, and
should be spanked for asking such a question," I
replied.

"Stay where you are, I want to take a few photos of
you, if you don’t mind," I stated, as I wanted to
capture the evidence of her lost virginity.

We spent another hour taking her photos, and we had
driven down to a rocky ledge that was alongside a
small creek. In bathing suit, shorts, and even her
white dress, I took her photograph. When I took
photographs of her in the nude, I watched as Chrissy
seemed to find a way to flaunt her sex, not in a
vulgar manner, but one of being female, and knowing
her looks were truly beautiful to the man she’d given
her virginity.

"Chrissy, put your white dress on, with nothing under
it, and I want you to get completely under the water,
then stand up, jump up and down and flip your hair
back and forth with your head." Thinking for a moment,
I told her, "Chrissy, I will buy you a new dress, but
this should make great photos, so do you wish me to
shoot you like that?"

"Sure, Ed, I will do anything you want, anytime."


"You’re something else, and if your mother knew what I
have done to you today, she would kill me, and I would
go to prison forever, but I wouldn’t complain after
what you have given me, Chrissy."

The photos, I found out, after they were printed
turned out to be the best of any I took, except the
one the first one he had taken with her breast in the
profile, and dark background. After she removed the
wet dress, and she was holding onto my arm to steady
her self while she started to step into her shorts,
Chrissy asked, "Ed don’t laugh at me, but can I ask
you something personal, and promise you won’t laugh at
me?"

"Ask away, and I promise not to laugh at anything you
should ever ask of me, Chrissy,"

"Would you... have... show me how a man does oral sex
on a girl..."

Without waiting for Chrissy to finish her sentence, I
eased her down onto her back on the thick soft grass
along the creek, and then moved between her legs and
commenced kissing and licking her young sex. Within a
few minutes, I felt and then heard Chrissy uttering
out her satisfaction, and then she flipped her hips up
from the ground and cried out, "ED, I’M GETTING IT...
YES, ED, IT’S HAPPENINGGGG!"

I felt Chrissy’s body become limp, and yet I continued
licking the juices as they eased from her sex. My
tongue was once more attacking her clitoris, and I
felt her body quiver, and she once more cried out in
her orgasm. "EDDDDD, YOUR MAKING ME DO IT AGAINNNNN,
OH, EDDIE, I LOVE YOUUUUU, LOVE YOU, EDDIE, MY
DARLING!"

I watched as Chrissy lay on the ground, her hands had
moved down and clamped over her vulva, as if she was
trying to protect her sex from further stimulation.
When Chrissy stood up, I looked at the girl, and knew
that she would likely never forget her day of being
photographed.

Driving home, we discussed about her having more
photographs taken, and when I dropped Chrissy off, and
I went home, I had no more entered the house, than I
heard his phone ringing. I had just about decided to
not answer the phone, but as I looked at the caller
ID, I saw it showed Marge Danklin’s name.

"Hello, the party to whom your calling is not
available and is completely worn out>"

"That’s a shame, because I just got a call from mom,
and she said she would be home around 7:00, and she
wanted to invite you to join us for dinner, her treat,
so see you in two hours, goodbye, you nasty man." I
listened as Chrissy hung up the phone and decided to
not call her back, but to work up a few of the photos
as quickly as possible. Having noted the contents of
each roll, I soon had four rolls developed and ready
to print.

Looking at the composite sheets, I quickly printed two
11x14 prints of the profile shot of Chrissy’s breast
being highlighted by the dark background. I printed
two 8x10 photos of Chrissy in the water with the white
dress on, and also one of her completely nude standing
in the water, with the background being hazy. A photo
of her in the haymow was also a beautiful portrait of
her, and I printed two 11x14 photos of that shot.

The photos of Chrissy laying on the blanket, and she
was half on the throw, and half on the grass, after
they had made love. Looking at the photos, it showed
Chrissy with a look of having just enjoyed sex.
Studying the red tint on her maidenhair, inside her
thighs, and her partially opened sex, glistening with
their combined juices, wasn’t pornographic as I had
expected, but reflected the pleasures the 17-year-old
girl had enjoyed. Printing a couple more photos of her
in the barn, I saw I had about a half hour, to shower,
then dress, and drive to the Danklin’s for dinner.

Picking up the phone, I pressed the select button on
my phone, and within two rings, I heard Chrissy
answering her phone, "Hello, may I help you?"

"Yes, I knew I should have spanked your behind, and I
will later if I get a chance."

"Would you want to spank someone as sweet and innocent
as I, you mean man?"

"Might be fun, but how about I pick you and your
mother up, and I have a few photos to show the two of
you," I replied? After hanging up the phone, I walked
into my storage room and took a few frames into the
kitchen, and placed them on the kitchen table, then
walked into my studio, and picked up the dried prints.
Using the mats, I soon had the photos ready to take
with me. Then I took a quick shower, dressed and
taking the photos with me, drove to Marge and
Chrissy’s home.

When I carried the photos into the house with me,
Chrissy was grabbing at them in her impatience to view
her first formal photos. Marge told her to let me
alone before she caused me to drop them, but I asked
her to lead me into the kitchen and I would place them
on the table so she could view them. "Chrissy, why
don’t you go back in the living room, and I will put
them on the table, and when I have them ready, I will
call you to come look at how lovely you are?"

In a couple of minutes, I had the photos spread out on
the table, and I listed as Marge looked at the one
with her breast exposed. "My that is the most
wonderful photograph I have ever seen, and I can’t
believe how attractive my little girl is." Then she
looked at each of the photos, as I told Chrissy,
"Okay, come on in and see what we did today."

"Mom, look how nice I look, is that really me, and oh,
this one, it is the best, even if my breast is
exposed, mom, I love Ed, he makes me look lovely."

"Chrissy, you are not only lovely, you have a beauty
most women would kill for, and I hope you enjoy the
photos, and now I have this one for you to really
enjoy." The photo showed her in the creek in the white
dress, and the image was either a photograph of a
young girl being baptized, or a girl looking like pure
sensual delight to anyone, who appreciates the image
of a pretty girl.

"Mom, can I buy them all," Chrissy asked her mother?

"They are yours free, so enjoy them," I told the
excited girl.

It was another hour before we left for dinner, and as
we drove, Chrissy sat in the back seat, while her
mother sat in the front with me. We drove about
20-miles up the highway, to an excellent restaurant
that had been around for nearly 75-years.

After eating, Chrissy went to the restroom, and after
she left, Marge looked at me, and asked how I enjoyed
photographing her daughter? Marge smiled at me, and
asked, "Did the two of you enjoy your day together,
and tell me, Ed, how does one tell a teenager that
someone is too old to be her husband, because she
loves you, and I know why, I went through the same
thing when I was her age.

"Marge, she is a wonderful young woman, and you can be
proud of her."

"Ed, she is starting back across the restaurant, but
be honest with me, the two of you were intimate,
weren’t you?"

"Yes."

"Thanks, Ed, I think, now what do we do with a
lovesick pretty teen?"

"Hi, you two talking about me," Chrissy laughingly
asked she sat back down at the table?

The following weekend, Marge and Chrissy drove over to
viewed each of the photos I had printed including the
one image illustrating what could only mean Chrissy
had been intimate with me. When Marge looked at the
photo of her daughter, with the evidence of her
virginity on display in the photograph, she smiled as
she looked at me, then her daughter, and spoke softly,
"Truly a blessing to have such an intimate, and truly
a once in a life time occurrence recorded for life’s
fleet passing."

"Mom, your not upset, you really aren’t?"

"No, honey, I spoke to Ed last week while you were in
the restroom, and I decided the two of you had been
intimate, and no, I’m not upset, even if as a mother,
society says I should be."

"Mom, is it possible for me to love Ed, even if he is
older?"

"Yes, honey, now lets go have our photos taken
together, if Ed believes he can stand looking at two
naked women," and with that all three of us busted up
laughing.

The drive to photograph Marge and Chrissy started in
the old barn, and I watched how Marge removed her
clothes without any thoughts of being nude in front of
me, and most of all, her daughter. Once Chrissy was
nude, and she was next to her mother for the first
shot of them unclothed, I knew they could pass as
sisters, as Marge appeared younger than her age. Both
of their breasts were identical in size and shape, and
there was very little sag to those of the mother.

Marge’s pubic hair was identical to that of her
daughter, and one could believe they had trimmed their
own pubic hair in front of the other. I knew that
wasn’t true, but seemed to ensure the deception of
identical looks stayed, even to the looks of their
pubes. As I had the mother and daughter seated facing
me, in Indian fashion, the crossed legs displayed
their vulva to the camera lens. The only difference I
noted was Marge’s labium was slightly larger, or at
least were more puffed up than Chrissy’s guardian to
her inner sex.

We drove to the creek, and once more they were nude,
and I enjoyed photographing the mother and daughter
together. They surprised me they both pulled white
dresses from their bags, and I knew I had double
visions ahead of me when I was ready to shoot them
after they were soaking wet from playing in the water.

The day’s shooting was finally over, and I watched as
Marge and Chrissy pulled the wet garments from their
bodies, and after drying off, sat on the towels they
had used. For several minutes it was only small talk,
and I wondered how two women, one the mother, the
other the daughter, could be so at ease on display in
the nude before a man who was nearly a stranger 

Then to my surprise, I listened to Marge describes how
she first had sex when she was a young 17-year-old
girl, and had walked in the wooded land behind the
rural home where she lived. The story was a simple one
Marge had left home early one summer morning, and had
walked from the home where she lived with her parents,
after they had left for their work. There was nothing
new in the hike that day from any other, Marge stated,
and told how she had reached the small spring feed
stream within the trees.

After a while, Marge told how she had lain down the
mystery novel she was reading, and undressed, deciding
to relax in the cool water. The water was only waist
deep, as she sat with her back against the small bank
of the creek, and Marge noted small minnows darting
around in the water

"Chrissy, I hope you aren’t shocked with what I’m
about to relate to you, but this is the first time I
have ever spoken about the first time I had sex."

Marge looked at the two, and told how a voice had
startled her, and she looked up to see the favorite
person in the world to her standing at the edge of the
creek, looking at her, as the man spoke, "What is my
favorite granddaughter doing nude in the middle of
nowhere?"

"Grandpa," Marge said she answered when he startled
her, "How did you locate me here, and I’m sorry I’m
nude, I’ll get dressed"

"Nonsense, enjoy the water, perhaps I’ll get in with
you, don’t you recall telling me you always came here
to relax, and read during the day, so when I got to
your house and you weren’t home, I simply followed the
path too here."

Chrissy and I listened, as Marge told how her grandpa
had undressed, and she was viewing the first male
organ of her life. When her grandpa got in the water,
she saw his thing started to get bigger, and kind of
stand out from his groin. Marge told how she knew what
it was and why it was getting larger, and when he sat
down next to her, she became excited.

"I’m not certain to this day, who lead the other from
the creek, to the grass and eased the two of us down
on the ground, but I believe I did." Marge thought for
a moment, then told us, "I remember reaching out and
taking grandpa’s erection in my hand, and within a
minute at the most, he was between my legs, and I had
sex for my first time, at the age of seventeen."

Marge then explained, "From what I can remember, my
grandpa must have been nearly 60-years-old at the
time, and three times that day, my body was racked
with orgasms." We both listened as Marge told us, "My
world fell apart a week later, as grandpa died in his
sleep, and from then until I was married I did not
have sex.

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EIGHT VIRGIN

his week, I'm still not sure who or how, I'm going to 
get number nine and be ahead of my stinky brother. 
He's got eight red dots on his dashboard, symbols of 
the eight virgins he's deflowered, although I suspect 
some of them were really sluts that lied about it. It 
doesn't matter. I just got my eighth boy, one of the 
best and I'm still a bit sore, my labia glowing with 
A&D ointment, but either Joe James or Michael Nulley 
is going to do what I demand and give me his cherry. 
I've already got both of them primed and they both 
have sizeable cocks, which is what I want and need. 
One will be nine and the other number ten. And I'm 
three years younger than my stuck-up brother and his 
big cock.

I typed number eight's info into my data base, 
estimated him at 7.5 which might be a slight 
exaggeration, and leaned back and smiled. I had been 
babysitting last night, Friday, two cooperative little 
kids, an easy ten bucks, when this tall boy came in 
the back door wearing a gray uniform, their older 
brother. I didn't know they had one.

So he saw me and stopped and blinked. That was when I 
knew I had him, right then, nailed. I know what I look 
like and how men look when they see me. He was nearly 
pretty he was so handsome, tall and lean with a close-
cropped haircut. We said hi to each other and I told 
him his folks had gone to dinner and a movie. He said 
his name was George and he went to a military school 
on the edge of town, out in the sticks, stayed there 
all week. "I just got promoted," he said proudly, 
"first sergeant. And we're free this weekend, until 
Monday morning."

I hugged him and kissed him hard and leaned back in 
his grip, our bellies mashed together, and said, 
"Congratulations." I could feel his cock hardening. 
Well I'm, let's admit it right now, pretty exiting to 
look at, jailbait my daddy calls it. I wriggled and he 
took his hands away, mouth hanging open. He let me go, 
blushed and said he was going to go take a bath and go 
to bed.

"Need any help?" I asked.

He ran up the stairs.

I straightened up the mess I'd made with the kids, 
waited a few minutes and when I heard the water stop 
running, quietly went up the stairs and waited in the 
hall, feeling my belly quivering, my pussy leaking. In 
a minute he came out naked, rubbing his hair with a 
big towel, and I squealed.

He turned toward me and dropped the towel. Obviously, 
he had been playing with it. And it was a beauty 
sticking straight out from his well-muscled body, 
prime, at least a half-foot of rigid boy member.

In the last year and a half I've become something of a 
connoisseur of cocks, and most times I can judge 
length and girth with just a glance and usually 
estimate endurance as well when I see them jump or wag 
about. I just the love the up-curved ones but the 
straight-out horns were OK too. I really can't tell 
you how many I've handled.
George's was kind of thin but it was curved and 
pointed upward, and I smiled and licked my lips, 
planning on at least three sweaty couplings, one with 
me on top. I sure hoped he was cherry. He looked it, 
shocked and embarrassed.

I walked across the rug in the dark hall, rolling my 
hips and tensing my chest muscles as he reached down 
to pick up his towel and hold it to his belly.

"You look so good, George, really good," I told him. 
And he did, thin but well-muscled, a handsome, well-
groomed kid who was about to get the thrill of his 
young life. "I just love your muscles, especially that 
long one."

He nodded and ducked into his room and closed the 
door.

I laughed and followed, then leaned back against the 
closed door and stripped off my clinging polo shirt. 
He stood there frozen so I stepped right up to him 
smiling, my boobs jiggling, my big nipples hard and 
pointed up at him. He made some funny noises in his 
throat, gulped and swallowed.

"Have you ever done it?" I asked sweetly as I grabbed 
his towel and tossed it away behind me. I always 
check. I've humped a couple of dozen guys who were not 
cherry, but right now it's virgins I want. I just love 
teaching them and breaking them in and being their 
first. It's extra exciting, the cherry on top if you 
don't mind the pun.

His mouth fell open and he shook his head; his eyes 
were riveted to my breasts, but his cock floppy 
limply. I think he might have been drooling. My tits 
are worth drooling over, especially when my fat 
nipples get excited. I lifted one and licked it. He 
whimpered and backed up. His prick was, I was glad to 
see, alive.

"Did you come in the shower, jerk off?" I asked calmly 
as I stepped toward him, reached out and grasped the 
head of his trembling penis. It was firm and warm; it 
filled my palm, and I grinned at him, twisting my 
fingers around the flange as if I were going to 
unscrew it.
He shook his head and gulped as I stroked down the 
hardening shaft and then back up a couple of times. I 
had been right, six or seven inches and decent width, 
like the handle of an aluminum bat.

"Well you don't want to come too quickly, do you, so 
let's take care of that." This was a lesson I learned 
early on. I've had virgin boys ejaculate before they 
got it all the way into me and cry like babies in my 
arms as they begged me not to tell on them so I always 
want my lovers to have come at least once recently, 
and blow jobs, while they aren't my favorite activity, 
do the important task of priming those testicles. Most 
young men are multi-orgasmic and have short recovery 
times, but one of my eager virgins rolled over and 
fell asleep after humping me just once. I kicked him 
in the balls before I gave up on him and don't even 
count him in my eight.

I held back my long, blonde hair and bent at the 
waist, giving him a first class look at my dangling 
boobs and then I licked around and sucked in his hard-
ridged glans and reached down to grasp his dangling 
scrotum and squeezed firmly. His nuts felt like golf 
balls. He squealed and arched when he came, and I 
swallowed down his jerking explosions of jism, rich 
and sticky as they were, just a bit salty but very 
generous outpourings. I swallowed and stood up 
straight, smiling, with goo on my lips.

I shook back my hair and licked my lips, getting it 
all in, and smiled at him and then kissed him and 
tongued his mouth giving a taste of his own cum. I 
could feel his cock trapped between us and getting 
hard again, fully aroused which is how I wanted him, 
eager for friction.

He looked at me dumbly, shaking his head. "I've never 
done it," he gasped as I griped his long prick firmly, 
feeling it pulse and harden, the tube on its base 
going quickly rigid, his balls tensed up tightly in a 
sack the size and shape of a baseball.

'That's Ok," I told him. "I have and it's natural, 
normal, nothing to it. And it's fun." I took his hand 
and led him to the bed. "Let's start here with you 
behind me." I faced the bed, leaned over and spread my 
long legs. "Now step right up and put it in. OK?" I 
could feel my outer labia fluttering and dripping. I 
reached between my legs and spread my lips to make it 
easier.

He made funny noises but got right up behind me and 
laid his cock in my butt crack. "Where?" he asked, his 
voice cracking. 

"Bend your knees," I told him, holding back a curse. 
He was maybe six feet tall and I'm only five-eight but 
my legs are longer than his I think.

I reached back between my legs, grasped his blood-hot 
cock and set its slick head at my dripping folds. I 
petted it a couple of times, feeling veins pulsing, 
and stroked its length. "Now push," I told him, trying 
to relax my entryway.

In it slipped smoothly and easily, and I had virgin 
number eight.
"Good boy. Now push it up and in, deeper, much deeper. 
You can do it. Hold my hips if you want or grab my 
jugs." He whimpered but he shoved it up into me and 
filled me.

"Oh, oh, oh," he sobbed as he sank up into my clinging 
depth inch by wonderful inch. I gave him a couple of 
ripples and squeezed gently, not wanting to scare him.

'Yee," he cried, but he rammed onward.

"Now back out slowly and push in again, get moving." I 
reached back and slapped his butt.

It took a few minutes, but he quickly got the idea and 
pretty soon he was smacking us together, and we were 
both grunting and heaving. His cock seemed to get 
thicker as he fucked which was nice, and I could feel 
his hard balls tensed at its base as he pressed them 
to me, but then I felt him hold it deep and his whole 
young body shook as he came and came and came, filling 
me with his hot semen. Just what I wanted.

"More, more," I demanded, but he sank to his knees and 
his big rod popped out of me.

I turned and helped his stand, kissed him and said how 
well he had done, how strong and manly he was. I 
always tell them that. Then I lay back on his bed, 
legs spread and knees raised and urged him to climb up 
and mount me. "I want to see you do it, get in between 
my legs, you're so handsome, so big and strong," I 
told him. 'This is called missionary, this position."

He nodded and clambered up, his still hard cock in his 
hand and in less than a minute he was balls deep and 
wrapped in my long legs and we really started fucking. 
George bounced me off the bed, arched up and gasped 
for breath before he climaxed again and squealed with 
pleasure or relief or something.

He pulled it out and flopped down beside me, breathing 
hard, his cock still long but rather flabby.

I hurried off the bathroom and squeezed out what I 
could, washed my groin and hurried back to praise him, 
lick his prick and suck his now much smaller balls 
until I had him tense and upright. He just laid there, 
a smile on his lips as his prong stood there all by 
itself.

"Now it's my turn," I said with determination. I 
hadn't come yet, but I was sure I could bring myself 
off with his help.

I mounted gently, easing my hot body down on is iron-
hard rod, rocking from side to side and telling him 
how strong he was, how big and hard, how good, how 
brave and manly. Then I brought his big hands up to my 
breasts, leaned forward and rode him, moving up and 
down on his loins and shoving six inches or so of his 
manhood in and out of me as I ground my clit into his 
bones and coarse hair.

"Do it sergeant! Do it, hard and deep!" It was good 
and I was close.

I felt it coming deep within me, let myself down on 
his muscular body and orgasmed twice, gasping and 
groaning and, I'm sure, scaring him as I clamped down 
and my whole body shook.

I rolled off and lay beside him, well satisfied, but 
then I felt his hand exploring my body and grasping my 
breasts and then pawing my belly and probing my well-
satisfied cunt.

"More," he sighed. "More, more!"

I felt down his hard stomach and was surprised to find 
his upright cock, standing there proudly and dripping 
with my juices.

"Don't hurt me," I whispered as he rolled over atop me 
again, rose on his elbows and after several tries, 
managed to get his cockhead into my dripping slot. He 
smiled down at me. "Here he comes," the eager boy said 
as he thrust, sighed, closed his eyes and then 
collapsed, shivering and mewling. "I can't, I can't."

I left him there, face down on his bed, pulled up the 
covers, found my clothes and went back down to wait 
for the parents to return. By the time they did, my 
breathing and color were back to normal and I told 
them their son had come home and gone to bed. I was 
sore but happy.

As I said, number eight was a good one.

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VIRGIN HOLIDAY

My Mum and Dad divorced when I was three years old. Dad 
moved aboard to Tenerife, he remarried and had a 
daughter, Sara, whom I had never seen. The only times I 
got to see my Dad was when he came back to England on 
business, which was very rare. A month before my 
seventeenth birthday Dad phoned and asked Mum if I 
wanted to go over to Tenerife and stay with them for a 
couple of weeks as a birthday treat and he would pay 
the air fare. Of course I jumped at the chance, and who 
wouldn't for a free holiday.

Time flew by. After a four and a half hour flight, Dad 
was at the airport to pick me up. It was the first time 
I had seen him in two years. It was only a short 
journey to his Villa over looking the bay of Los 
Cristianos. 

When we arrive we were met by his wife, Sue who was 
forty two and daughter Sara thirteen, and what a sight 
that was. You could have mistaken them for sisters if 
it wasn't for the age gap and breast sizes. Sue had 
what I suppose were average sized tits and Sara's were 
like an orange size. Both were about the same height 
about 5'5. They had long blond hair and like a golden 
brown sun tan. 

Well after the greeting and kissing and hugging 
ceremony we went inside. Dad showed me my room and I 
unpacked. We had a late supper, we chatted and got to 
know each other a bit better. After supper I told Dad I 
was tired, it had been a long day. He said that he and 
Sue had a couple of days off and was taking us to the 
water park in the morning. I went to sleep straight 
away.

The next day at the water park, The weather was 
beautiful. Me and Dad went into the changing rooms, got 
our trunks on, I did notice how small Dad's penis was 
compared to mine. Once we got our trunks on we went 
outside and waited for Sue and Sara to come out of 
their changing room. When they appeared I swear my 
heart stopped they looked incredibly hot in their swim 
wear. Sara had an all in one high cut red costume on 
which hid her body except for the bulge of her pussy 
mound. Sara on the other hand wore a bright pink bikini 
I could still see the outline of her nipples through 
the nylon material. I could see her prominent bulging 
pussy mound. 

Both had their long blond hair tied in pony tails. We 
made our way to the pools and slides. Sara and Sue 
bounded off towards the pool while me and Dad climbed 
up to the slides. After an hour or so me and Dad made 
our way to Sara and Sue who were when we left them sun 
bathing by the wave pool. The wave machine had just 
started up we all jumped in. As waves got bigger and 
bigger I saw that Sue's bikini straps had ridden down 
revealing her right breasts, and long hard nipples the 
size of a cigar but. I couldn't keep my eyes off them, 
feeling my cock start to rise in my trunks. 

Being a virgin didn't stop me from desiring sex, it 
just meant that I had no idea how to go about getting 
laid. So to release my frustrations I masturbated 
constantly. When the waves stopped looking at me Sue 
pulled her straps back up. We got out of the pool, I 
felt a bit uncomfortable, trying to hide, and hoping 
that she Dad and Sue didn't notice the bulge in my 
trunks. We dried ourselves and went to get changed, my 
erection had subsided by the time we reached the 
changing rooms. 

Once back home Dad said that he and Sue had to go back 
to work in the morning so me and Sara would have to 
fend for ourselves till they got back in the evenings. 
In bed that night I couldn't get the image of Sue's 
tits out of my mind. Stripping off I lay on the bed and 
started to play with my hardening eight inch cock, 
gripping my shaft and wanking fast and furious. I felt 
a shuddering building in my body making me grind my 
teeth and close my eyes. 

Finally, the climax came to its peak, and I let loose a 
flood of spunk, cleaning myself down I went to sleep 
laying on top of the sheets coz it was too warm. I was 
woken in the morning by the sound of my door shutting. 
I was naked on top of the bed sporting the normal 
morning erection. Pulling on my shorts and t-shirt I 
went for a piss. Coming from the bathroom I bumped into 
Sara. "Wheres Dad and Sue" I asked "O they went to work 
ages ago. I was going to wake you up, but you were 
naked" she said giggling.

I had some tea and toast, then wondered onto the 
balcony. Below Sara was setting up a sun lounger. 
Stripping off her t-shirt and denim shorts to reveal a 
pale blue bikini. I watched her for a bit, then decided 
to go down and do a bit of sun bathing myself. I got my 
trunks on and made my way to the back garden. "Where's 
the loungers!" I shouted over at Sara.

"Over there under the balcony," she shouted back. 

Getting it, I set it next to Sara. My eyes nearly 
popped out of their sockets . I could see the slightly 
darker spots of her nipples under the bikini top. Her 
pussy mound was very pronounced, her plump pussy lips 
were bunched up and her pussy slit was very visible 
through the thin material. Stealing glances at her it 
wasn't long before my cock started to rise. 

I had to lay on my stomach to hide it from her. After a 
few hours of idle chat Sara got up saying she had 
enough of the sun went back to the house. I stayed a 
bit longer before it got too hot for me, I went inside. 
Grabbing a cold drink from the kitchen I went to my 
room, passing Sara's room, the door was slightly open. 
I just couldn't help myself, I peeked through the gap 
in the door. Sara was lying on the bed, her bikini top 
was off she was playing with her nipples, turning and 
twisting them between her fingers. 

She ran her hands down her taut belly and down between 
her bikini bottoms rubbing herself between her legs. 
She then slid her blue bottoms down her thighs, I saw a 
thin patch of blond hair that covered her young pussy. 
She ran her hand back between her legs and pulled her 
fingers through her little patch of pubic hair. Never 
before had I seen such an erotic display. My hand was 
sliding up and down on my throbbing hard-on. 

She used her fingers to spread apart her dark pink lips 
apart, slipping her finger between her pussy lips and 
rubbing franticly. I erupted in a torrent of semen, 
catching as much of it as I could in my hand. As her 
body stiffened as she came. Withdrawing quietly I went 
back to the bathroom to clean up. I couldn't believe it 
I had just seen my first real pussy even though it was 
my thirteen year old half sisters.

For the next few days things were just as normal, Dad 
and Sue going to work while Sara and me sun bathed, 
shopped and went to the beach a couple of times. I 
didn't get chance to see her naked again, although she 
looked stunning in the costumes she wore. 

In the early hours one night I woke to a loud banging 
noises, getting out of bed I wander out in the landing. 
The noises were coming from Dad's room, a dim light was 
shinning from the door. I crept over looked threw the 
half open door. Dad was on top of Sue pounding away at 
her. She was moaning and groaning, the headboard was 
banging against the wall. Dad's ass was hammering up 
and down Sue screamed, "Oh, fuck me John! Fuck me!"

In moments, I was sporting a tremendous erection and I 
was so engrossed in what I was seeing that I completely 
failed to notice the fact that young Sara had come out 
of her room behind me. "You little pervert," she 
whispered in my ear. 

"Jesus!" I hissed, almost jumping out of my skin. 

She had startled me so badly I nearly fell into Dad's 
room. "What's happening?" she asked, suddenly appearing 
at my elbow. 

Stealing a glance to my left, I took a look at the 
pretty young girl beside me in her short nightie, her 
rock hard nipples were clearly outlined beneath her 
nightie. 

My cock was embarrassingly stiff in my pants as we 
watched on for a few more minutes. Fearful of being 
discovered and feeling somehow horny I went back to my 
room, leaving Sara to go to hers. I wanked off 
furiously before falling back to sleep. The following 
day when I got up I was bit embarrassed when into the 
kitchen, Sara sitting eating her breakfast, she looked 
up at me "Perv" she said giggling at me. 

Pretending not to take any notice of her I ate my 
cereals. Well it was the day of my birthday, Dad had 
booked a table at a restaurant. We had our meals then 
went to Dad's local bar, never being a drinker I soon 
got a bit drunk, but Dad kept knocking back the 
whisky's. Sue had to call a taxi because Dad was so 
drunk. I helped Sue and Sara get Dad in the taxi. 

Once back at the Villa, Sara and I went straight to bed 
leaving Sue and Dad in the lounge. I stripped down to 
my briefs and got in bed. About ten minutes later there 
was a knock on the door, Sue peered around the door and 
asked me to help her get my Dad to bed. I pulled on a 
T-shirt and followed Sue into the lounge. Sue was in 
her nightgown and not wearing a bra and I could see her 
big nipples through the thin fabric of her gown. 

Dad just about unconscious on the settee. 

We grabbed him under his arms, lifted him up and hauled 
him towards their room. My eyes were glued to Sue's 
nipples as we struggled to get him on the bed, my cock 
was beginning to ache in my pants, tenting out in my 
briefs beneath my T-shirt. Well we got Dad on the bed. 

Sue said, "Thanks Rob. Oh happy birthday," and gave a 
kiss on the cheek. I went back to my room. It was in 
the early hours of the morning that I heard a sound 
that disturbed my sleep. I rolled over and slowly 
opened my eyes. I jumped to see someone standing at the 
end of my bed. I recognized the silhouette it was Sue, 
naked. My heart was beating wildly, I sat up. 

Before had a chance to say anything she then pushed me 
on my back and slid on the bed next to me. I lay there 
unable to speak or move. "This is your birthday gift 
from me." She kissed the middle of my chest. With a leg 
and arm on either side of me, she got on all fours and 
started making her way down my body, kissing a line 
right down to my briefs. 

All I could do was run my fingers through her hair. I 
felt her finger slide into my briefs but couldn't get 
it through my brain what was about to happen. She 
carefully pulled my briefs down and took my solid 
erection in her hand. My whole body jerked from her 
touch. She kissed the tip, licked it, and starting at 
the base, ran her tongue up the underside of my 
erection. 

I came right there, shooting a shower of my spunk over 
my stomach. I never felt anything like it I never 
wanted it to end. 

When I finally caught my breath, "Look..." I began 
hesitantly, "I...I'm really sorry that happened, Sue." 

"Enjoy it did you?" she said.

"Y-yes," I whispered. 

"My turn now," Sue said taking a hold of my hand. 
Slowly gave my hand a guided tour of her body. It went 
over each breast, down her belly to her pierced naval 
and finally down to the mat of hair at her hips. She 
was pushing my hand down between her legs. When my 
fingers touched her moist hot pussy lips, she moaned. 

Sue maneuvered my finger on to a hard lump between her 
wet pussy lips, gripping my hand she began moving my 
finger hard and fast over her lump I could feel her 
writhing beneath my touch, I could feel her hips arch 
up to meet meet my finger. A few minutes later she 
moved my finger inside her wet and warm pussy. She was 
moaning and groaning and moving spasmodically beneath 
my hand. Her breathing got heavy and she took quick, 
short breaths between moans, Sue grabbed my neck and 
pulled me down. Our lips met, my fingers moved 
feverishly inside her and she... well... moaned loudly, 
it was a scream that was muffled by our kiss. 

Anyway, when she stopped screaming and moaning, she 
told me to stop rubbing. I did. When it was over, we 
lay side by side while she caught her breath. "This is 
our secret OK." she said getting up and left me dazed. 
I woke in the morning trying to work out if it was a 
dream or not. 

Sheepishly I got up went to the kitchen. Dad and Sue 
were dressed, just about to leave for work. Sue gave me 
a wink as hey left. The end of my holiday was fast 
approaching Id an amazing time. Three days before I was 
due to fly home Dad got a call from Mum she told him if 
it was too much of a problem could I stay for a few 
more weeks because the house had been flooded and was 
in a mess. Dad said it wasn't a problem. Of course I 
was more than happy. 

At the weekend Dad had taken Sara to see her school 
tutor to talk about her work. Sue was on the back lawn 
sun bathing topless. I spied on her from the balcony 
until my hard cock was burning. I needed relief. I went 
to my room lay on my bed and masturbated, close to 
reaching my orgasm. Sue came in my room without 
warning, still topless. In shock I pull my shorts up. 
Sue sat on the edge of my bed. 

She was asking if I had a girl friend and I told her 
kind of and she laughed and said, "Kind of?" what does 
that mean? Are you still a virgin?" 

I can't even describe how embarrassed I felt, when she 
asked me that and I tried to lie and say, "N-no, I've 
had my share of girl friends."

"Your lying, aren't you?" 

I nodded yes. 

With that she pulled my shorts off. My immense cock, 
sprang up, "You're a big boy, arn't you?" Gently she 
lowered her head, allowing her hair to fall on my 
chest, around my legs, and by my testicles. It felt so 
soothing. Gently she kissed my manhood, her tongue 
under the rim and around and around. 

I felt her part her lips, then take the head of it into 
her mouth. She sucked on it for awhile, teased it again 
with her tongue, then started kissing the shaft. All 
the while her sensuous hair tickled my chest, legs, and 
balls. Her kisses came now on the balls themselves, I 
moved my legs further and further apart, eyes closed, 
relishing the joy I felt building up in my loins. Then 
slowly, she lessened her attack on me. 

My cock glistened with the moisture, from her teasing, 
and desired immediate, intense release. Sue pulled off 
her bikini panties. I stared at her blond pussy hair 
for a while. Sue got on the bed pulling me on top of 
her. Instinctively I frantically began punching at her 
pussy with my stiff cock trying to enter her cunt when 
Sue said, "Hold on," and pushed me off on to my back. 
She straddled her over my waist and lowered her pussy 
slit towards my pulsing cock head. Holding onto my 
shaft she then ran the head of my cock down between the 
sopping wet slit, she shuddered with pleasure as she 
massaged. My cock against her pussy opening. 

"Doesn't that feel good?" she asked.

"I-its nice," I gasped. My gaze firmly fixed on my cock 
as it slid between her swollen lips of her pussy. Sue 
began to lower the weight onto my cock, slowly my cock 
disappeared in her hot pussy.

"God you're so big!" she gasped as her pubic hair met 
mine. She now leaned back and begin to fuck herself up 
and down on my cock "Mmmmmmmmm," she crooned. "Oh! That 
feels so good." 

Her hands were hard against my chest as she bounced up 
and down. My shaft glistened, coated with Sue's cunt 
juices. Everything began to go out of focus and room 
began to spin as wave after wave of pleasure filled my 
balls. I couldn't hold back any longer, my cock 
throbbed as is it shot spunk deep inside Sue this sent 
her into an orgasm. "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" she 
moaning and screamed very loudly. Then finally, she 
collapsed on top of me breathing heavily, our bodies 
were covered in sweat. 

We stayed like that until my cock went very limp and 
slipped out. Sue climbed off leaving a trail of my 
spunk on my thighs. Kissing me on the cheek she said 
"Dot say a word to anyone OK" I just nodded still not 
being able to believe what had just happened. I felt a 
bit guilty later when Dad came home and asked if I'd a 
good day. "Mer not bad Dad," I heard Sue kind of 
snigger when I said that.    

A couple of days later Dad asked me and Sara to tidy up 
the back garden and mow the lawn while he and Sue were 
at were. As I mowed the lawn Sara weeded when we had 
finished. We went inside. I had a shower, wrapping a 
towel round me I went to my room. "Rob!" Sara shouted. 
"Come and rub some after sun on my back please!"

I went into her room Sara had on a yellow bikini, she 
lay on her stomach, with a bottle of lotion in her 
outstretched in her hand, taking it off her I sat on 
the edge of her bed and began rubbing slowly into her 
back, then down her slender legs. The inevitable 
started to happen to me, my cock was getting rock hard 
beneath the towel. Sara let out a little squeal as I 
rubbed her inner thighs. "That tickles Rob" 

Sara got up then looked down and saw my hard on poking 
up under the towel. Saying nothing she lay on her back. 
"Now the front of my legs please."

Hardly daring to breathe, I lightly caressed her 
slender legs with the lotion. Moving up further I 
allowed the hand that now rested lightly on her hip and 
then down the top of her thigh, inches away from her 
crotch. I paused, to see what she might do and, when 
there was no noticeable reaction. 

I began to slowly caress her inner thigh, I continued 
in the same area for several minutes and then I began 
to move my hand further up, inch by inch, until I felt 
my fingertips graze the nylon fabric of her bikini 
bottoms. I held it there for a moment and then, taking 
one hell of a gamble, I slid my hand sideways until my 
palm was flat across the gentle swell of her pussy 
mound through her tiny yellow bikini. 

If there was going to be a negative reaction from Sara, 
I'm sure it would have happened right then. When she 
didn't scream, or pull away, I breathed a silent sigh 
of relief to myself. My cock felt heavy between my legs 
now and, emboldened by my success so far, I angled my 
hand until it pointed downward, allowing the middle 
finger to lie flat along her crack and push gently 
inward. Her breathing was coming slow and heavy now, 
her eyes looking almost glazed, Sara shifted her hips 
slightly, parting her legs to allow my hand to slide 
between pussy mound through her tiny yellow bikini.

My finger slowly rubbed up and down along her pussy 
slit. As I rubbed, Sara gave a tiny sigh of pleasure 
and twitch her hips seductively. After a few minutes of 
just rubbing her slippery sex slit through her bikini, 
I reached over, put both hands on her hips, and hooked 
my fingers under the elastic waistband of her bikini . 
Slowly I rolled it down her slim girlish hips, Sara 
lift her behind so I could more easily slip them off, 
dropping them on the floor next to the bed. Now naked 
from the waist down. 

I looked more closely at her small, very light triangle 
of silky blond pubic hair was covering her plumpish 
pussy lips. Sara moved her legs apart and raised her 
knees slightly up and out, inviting me to play with the 
soft folds of her pussy lips. I reached over with my 
right and hand and cupped her pussy, I let my middle 
finger slide up into the furrow of her pussy and my 
heart skipped a beat when I felt the slick wetness of 
her plump and vaginal lips. I slid it back and forth, 
coating my digit with the sticky fluid from her cunt. 

It surprised me when I felt Sara's hand come and slide 
down and rest over my towel at the top of my leg. 
Feeling the excitement I eased my finger between her 
sticky pussy lips and I pushed inward a bit, sliding 
the tip of my finger into her wet hole. Before I knew 
what was happening, she had run her hand up onto my lap 
and was pulling squeezing my cock with her finger tips. 
"You ever done this before," I whispered to Sara. 
"You're sure, a couple of times with a Spanish boy from 
school. Lie on you back Rob. It's my turn now."

Reluctantly I pulled my hand from her wet pussy, and 
lay down next to her. Sara got up, sitting next to me 
she quickly pulled apart my towel. My rock hard cock 
sprang free slapping against my stomach. I couldn't 
help but arch my back a little and gasped with pleasure 
as her small hand closed around my throbbing shaft. 
Sara expertly pulled down on my cock slowly, forcing my 
foreskin down to expose my wet cock head. "GOD, you're 
bigger than the guy from school, and he ain't got a big 
piece of skin on his cock like you've got. Juices were 
seeping from my piss hole as Sara stroked my cock... 
out of the blue Sara said                                    
"Do you want to fuck me? I'll let you..." she said, 
softly, her fingers working their magic on my swollen 
shaft. 

"Would you...really? I mean..... Yer..." I spluttered 
out. 

"OK, but if I say stop, you've gotta stop. Right, but 
first I want you to lick my pussy, OK?" 

"You're OK then." Sara lay back on the bed her knees 
pulled up and she parted her legs. I've never done this 
before so I didn't really know what to do or expect. I 
knelt between her open thighs, just looking at her wet 
slimy pussy, Sara's hips thrust out, invitingly. "Come 
on Rob! What you waiting for?"

Lowering my between her open legs. The fist whiff of 
her pussy hit my nostrils, it wasn't a pleasant smell 
either. "What you waiting for Rob" she hissed at me. 
Moving forward, extending my tongue I licked the length 
of her slit, making her body jerk. Her pussy tasted 
sweaty and tangy, not really attractive. But I licked 
at it anyway, I didn't feel good doing this but I 
carried on, just teasing her pussy with my tongue and 
at the same time trying to hold my breath. Till Sara's 
hands grasped the back of my head pushing my tongue and 
nose hard against her smelly pussy. 

She was moaning and grinding herself against my face. 
My tongue was pressed against a hard nub. "God, it 
feels good...I like it..I'm goin to cum. Lick me Hard! 
Harder! Yes go on Harder! Harder! Oh Yah! Oh Yah! Oh... 
oh... FUCK!" She ground her climaxing pussy into my 
face. Jerking and twisting wildly, her body trembling 
and rocking frantically. 

Eventually she released her grip on my head, pulling my 
face away from her soggy pussy. Panting, she lay there 
her blond hair slashed across her face. "You can fuck 
me now if you want" Sara said in a voice husky. My cock 
was aching painfully, lowering myself between her legs, 
my cock shaft made contact with her sticky pussy. Sara 
moved her hips forward allowing my cock shaft to rub 
between her wet and sticky pussy lips. 

I groaned and whimpered, the stinging sensations in my 
dick. I tried to fend the feeling off. I felt the surge 
burning, swelling, my balls tingle signaling an 
imminent release. I cried and I whimpered and I came, 
shooting in great convulsing spurts, my spunk 
splattered all over her stomach and bikini top. It was 
rather embarrassing I fumbled myself up and off of her, 
breathing unevenly, lowering my head in shame. 

"Is that it? Look at the mess you've made all over me!" 
Sara snapped at me. 

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Don't worry about it," she said, and then disappeared 
into the bathroom, presumably to wipe off my little 
present. I sulked off to my room unable to come to 
terms that I had just blown my chances with Sara.

The week was uneventful, it seemed Sara had lost 
interest in a replay, even her Mum showed no interest 
either.

One night while I was asleep, I was woken. Some one 
stroking my dick, slowly up and down. Opening my eyes, 
it was Sara "What the fuck are you doing in here? It's 
too risky," I said in a low voice. 

Without saying anything Sara slipped between the 
sheets. I could feel her hot naked body heat against 
mine, she smelled kind of fresh and perfumed. Sara took 
hold of my hand and placed it on her pussy mound. "I'm 
all wet. You want to try it again Rob" Her pussy was 
very damp. I did need anymore encouragement. I climbed 
between her legs. 

When I finally touched the tip of my swollen cock head 
to her cunt it almost felt like a little electric shock 
going through my body. God I hoped I wasn't going to 
cum too soon again. Then she grabbed my cock and placed 
the tip right up against the soft warm entrance to her 
cunt and said, "Now push. But do it slow" "Have you 
done it before Sara" "No" she whispered back. "Push it 
in. its okay, honest." I did as she told me to and 
pushed my fat cock head in. I could feel it slip 
through her wet pussy lips, pushing into her tight 
opening. "Oh, my God! Oh! Uh! Oh, owwww stop stop! I 
don't know if I can take it," Sara said, her breathing 
was hard and moaning. 

I stopped pushing. Sara spread her legs even wider, 
lifting her knees. I applied little more pressure. She 
was biting her bottom lip, I continued increasing the 
pressure. She moaned and gasped from the pain. I felt 
my cock head break threw some resistance inside her. 
Her nails were digging into my back as I slide my whole 
cock up her. All the moaning and groaning and Sara's 
cunt twitching on my cock made my own sperming coming 
on pretty fast. 

I pushed her legs even wider and began ramming into 
her, my balls making a whacking sound as they slapped 
against her bottom. I really wanted to cum inside but I 
didn't want to get her pregnant and I couldn't imagine 
it with my sister. Oh man that would be sooo bad. I 
felt my sperming coming on and quickly pulled my cock 
out of her tight warm cunt and jacked it. 

I came so hard that I swear I saw stars, like when 
someone shoots a flash bulb off in your face. "Oohhhhh 
fuuuuuuck!" I groaned as I came, my sperms squirting 
out three, four, five times at least. 

The first one blasted clear up to her chest, leaving a 
white trail to her belly button. The next three squirts 
went in the same direction but not quite as far, there 
was cum from her pussy slit all the way to her nipples. 
Sara had a look of shock and disbelief on her face. 
"Err, get something and wipe it off Rob. I got my T-
shirt and wipe my spunk off her. I can't believe you! 
You're so selfish."

I laid down next to her, my cock still quite hard. I 
started to play with her little titties, tweaking her 
nipples. "Oooooh," she murmured softly. 

"I've never felt this horny before, Sara," I said, and 
then I groaned as Sara reached out and lightly stroked 
my hard cock. I rolled Sara over, scooted into position 
so that I was crouched between her splayed legs. Using 
my right hand to guide the tip of my cock, wincing with 
pleasure as I felt it touching Sara's cuntlips. 

"Ohhhh, yesss!" she hissed, as I eased back, pushed 
forward, my cock slipping easily into her pussy this 
time. "Oh! Oh, my God! Yes! Oh, fuck! Ungghh! She 
groaned deeply, "Oh, God, that's good! I felt her body 
moving underneath me. Oh God, how I loved her slippery 
velvety tight little pussy. I withdrew slightly and 
then pushed hard, all the way up into her cunt again 
and again. 

Within moments, she began moaning in ecstasy. I felt 
her raise her hips "My God!" She moaned softly, "Ohhhhh 
Rob, I just keep cumming. Harder and faster I moved 
above her, In and out my cock slipped, faster and 
faster between the delightfully tight grip of her pussy 
lips. 

"I'm going to cum!" I grunted as I rocked out of 
control back and forth above her. Sara's legs were 
locked in the back of my thighs. I tried to pull away 
but I couldn't. I squeezed my eyes shut and grunted out 
as I felt my cock explode deep inside her cunt, spasms 
of pleasure so intense they were almost painful as I 
spurted six, seven times, my cum flooding her pussy.

We seemed momentarily frozen together, our bodies 
tightly connected. It was several minutes before either 
of us spoke or moved. "That was innn...credible," I 
said softly to the Sara, my hands roaming over her 
smooth teenage body, caressing her in the afterglow. 

"Mmmm," she murmured, slowly opening her eyes. "I've... 
never had orgasms like that before... that felt so 
good... I thought I was gonna die, it felt so good." 

We talked softly for a little while, my softened cock 
firmly held by the grip of her pussy lips. "I'd better 
go." 

She giggled as she rolled me off her got off my bed.  

Over the next week, we repeated this game often. She 
would come to my room at night, I'd lick her pussy, 
suck on her titties then we would fuck, sometimes three 
times a night.

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