Movie Gallery From Teen Dream

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jamaica's got meat in her mouth. She's been fucking every hour lately and always with a different guy. But who cares, she' young and she's got a hot body. This delicious babe can take as many cock as she wants, as long as they squirt her face instead of her cunt.

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Old guy fucks teen with dildos

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Harry is just trying to get some work done that he has to have finished today! He even got up early to do it leaving his pretty 18 year old girlfriend asleep in the bed. Well when Jana wakes up she was very horny and tries to get Harry to give her some of that cock but he refuses because he just has too much to do. Jana gets frustrated and pulls out a huge dildo and begins playing with her very tight teen pussy. Harry can’t take much of that and very soon the two are fucking ferociously!

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The Stroll part 1

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Tags:  Strangers, Outdoors, Exhibitionism As 2 lovers meet…..

Part 1

 

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Oriental babe gag and gaped

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Nothing is as hot as a petite tiny tittie teen sucking cock or getting fucked. Unless of course she is choking on it and getting her ass ripped open! Mia gets Gag-N-Gape and loves every deep stroke of it!.

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Business party

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It happened a year ago. I was 23 that time. We had a business party in the office. There were a lot of people there. Lots of ladies and gentlemen, you know. There were lots of big bosses there. I was an administrative assistant and just had to be present at the party too.

Boss gave me money to buy new clothes for the party. He said I must look charming and elegant. He even went shopping with me. Practically, it was he who chose all the clothes for me. He chose panties, the skirt, stockings, the blouse… everything I was wearing that night.

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I was really pretty. I looked elegant and fashionable. I was talking to guests, drinking Champaign with them. I really liked it. I met a lot of top-notch layers and prosperous businessmen there. I saw how men looked at me. Seemed they wanted to look up my skirt and get under my blouse. But they couldn’t do it as we were surrounded by lots of people.

There was a man who managed to look up my skirt, though. I was in my office talking on the phone. A 40 year old guy was passing me by. I was standing with my back at him. All of a sudden I felt his hand on my butt. He pressed me against the table. I couldn’t move. His hand slipped under my skirt. His fingers were rubbing my panties and then got under them. I had silk lacy panties on, I really liked them a lot.

As soon as his fingers got under my panties he started looking for the clit. When he finally found it he started tossing it off. I had to drop the phone, his finger fucking felt really good. I liked the sensation. I started moaning, trying to spread my hips wider. But he heard some noise in the hall and jerked his hand away. He made a step to aside. I set my skirt right, but I couldn’t set my panties right, they were still thrust to aside, it didn’t feel comfortable, I must say. People passed us by. The finger-fucker went out of the room.

I took a cocktail and went to my boss’s office. I sat on the couch there. A lady of about 40 was sitting in front of me. She had a lot of make up on. She looked at my panties (the skirt was really short). I blushed. She noticed it. She sat down by my side. We stared chatting. We both were sipping cocktails. She was interested in my work. She also asked me how old I was and whether I was married. She didn’t say a word about herself. Although I didn’t ask her about it.

She put her hand on my hip and kept on asking me questions. She was looking straight in my eyes. First I didn’t pay attention to her actions. Then I felt her hand slip down to my crotch. I stared at the lady. She was staring back at me. She asked me if I had ever had lesbian sex. I didn’t know what to say. I was silent. She stopped caressing my hip. She took her clutch and gave me her card. She said I could call her if I wanted to try sex with a woman.

I took the card. An elderly man came into the room. He was her husband, I think. He took her by the hand and they left. I went to the loo because I had to do something with my panties.

I saw a woman in the loo. She had a great body. She was standing by the sink in front of the mirror. Her skirt was raised up to her waist. Her legs were spread to sides. Her panties were drawn down. Her hand was lying on her pussy, as it seemed to me.

She got her hand out of her panties the sec she saw me. Her fingers were wet. She was looking at me, and I was staring at her. She waved her wet hand to me. I came up closer. She turned me round and I found myself leaning on the wall. She raised my skirt and her wet fingers got under my panties. I didn’t even have time to say a word. My pussy was freshly shaven and her fingers slipped inside me. I was impaling myself on her fingers, helping her ram me. I spread my hips wider to sides. I really liked her fingering me. Just thinking those weren’t man’s rather woman’s fingers in my pussy made me so hot!

I stretched my hand and touched her vagina through the panties. Her panties were wet through. My cunt was gushing too. Juices were streaming down my leg. The woman smiled. I wanted to get my fingers under her panties but she had such a hairy bush there. She wasn’t shaving it at all, it seemed.

She whispered she had to go and got her fingers out of my cunt. I sat down on the floor. It felt so great. I lifted my eyes and saw the woman’s panties. They were silk and lacy, just like mine. She wiped her pussy with a tissue. I saw her pussy. It wasn’t at all shaven. It was covered by a black bush. She wiped her wet panties with a napkin then. Then she set her skirt, looked in the mirror and then looked at me. She smiled and went out of the room.

I was left all alone. I stood up from the floor in a couple of minutes. My face was blushing. My panties were wet. I needed a tissue too. I took one and started wiping drops of cum off my legs and pussy. I was still confused as it was the very first time a woman made me cum. And I must confess I liked it. I decided I would call the woman who gave me her card. I was ready to call her that very moment but decided not to. I would do it later.

When I was through with wiping off the drops I set my skirt and panties right and looked at my reflection in the mirror. The skirt was so tight that seemed I saw my pussy’s outline through it…
Anyway, I had to go. Boss was probably looking for me everywhere. I looked in the mirror again. I looked damn hot.

The party was over. Everyone was gone. I decided to stay for a while and finish some stuff. There were some drinks standing in the bar, so I was sipping along. When I was through with the papers I was pretty drunk. I sat down on the couch and … just couldn’t stand up. I fell asleep there and woke up only in the morning. It was Saturday, there was nobody in the office.

Boss arrived in about 30 minutes. I was looking terrible. Boss glanced at me and sat down in his armchair. Then he asked me to come up and take off my skirt. We had a great fuck. He was ramming my cunt and feeling up my boobs. I couldn’t focus on my sensations as I had an awful headache. I was thinking about the woman with the card. I came dreaming about her. The orgasm was so strong, I squirted on my boss. His pants were all wet.

I took my panties, my bra, and my skirt then and went to my room. I changed clothes there. I went home. My boyfriend was waiting for me there. He was really angry I didn’t call him and stuff. So we made love to settle the issue.

I called that woman in a week. We arranged a meeting…

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Mmm Mmm Mmm Julia

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This heaven sent cherry is quick in stripping of her denim skirt and underwear and laying down on the couch where, slowly, she spreads her legs and slides her fingers down to her butterfly which she rubs, flicks and dips her fingers deep into! This sassy little teen isn't shy in front of the camera and loves the fact that she can turn people on just by playing with her tight, teeny clam!

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Breast Love

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“Hello, Heather,” the smartly dressed middle aged woman said while ushering the twenty year old student into her living room. “And you have you been this past week, dear?” “Mmmmmm, pretty good, ma’am,” Heather replied softly. “That’s good,” Marie McDonald answered while directing her young charge towards the rear of the large house. “Are you ready to have some fun?” Marie asked. “Yes, ma’am,” Heather quickly replied, “I’m ready if you are.” “Good, then let’s get you out of those clothes!”
The fortyish woman quickly took over and in a manner of a few seconds had the young woman standing completely naked in the middle of the room. “My you have a lovely body,” Marie sighed while caressing Heather’s full chest, “tell me again what size bra you wear.” “A 34D,” Heather replied with a little smile. “Is that okay?” she asked softly.
“Oh my yes,” Marie moaned, “you have beautiful breasts.” “I don’t know,” Heather said doubtfully, “sometimes I think that I look top heavy.” “Ohhhhhhhh no!” Marie replied quickly. “They’re just perfect!” “Wellllllll,” Heather said softly, “if you say so.”
“Okay, dear, up on the table,” Marie ordered. The lithe young woman easily hopped up onto the leather padded table and waited for further instructions. “I think that it’s time for mama’s baby to have her vagina and bottom washed,” Marie said firmly, “and then we’ll put on a diaper.” “Okay, mommy,” Heather answered in her best little girl’s voice,
“please wash my pussy for me.” Marie quickly slapped Heather on her bare ass and scolded, “We don’t use such crude gutter language young lady, we call it a vagina!” “I-I’m sorry, mommy,” Heather replied with her head hanging down. “That’s better,” Marie said softly, “we want to grow up to be a nice young lady.” “Yes, mommy,” Heather answered in her little girl’s voice, “a nice young lady.” By now Marie had taken a warm wash cloth and was carefully washing every square inch of Heather’s very hairy cunt. “My, my,” Marie offered, “my little one is very bushy, very bushy indeed.” “Is that bad?” a wide eyed Heather asked. “Of course not, dear,” Marie said with smile, “it’s just unusual for such little girl to have such a hairy vagina.” “Do you like my vagina all hairy?” Heather asked innocently. “Of course I do, dear,” Marie replied thickly, “you have a perfectly lovely vagina.” “Mmmmm, thank you, mommy,” Heather replied, “I’m so glad that you like it.”
After making sure that Heather’s ass and cunt were clean as a whistle, Marie had the young woman lift her butt off of the table whereupon she deftly put on an oversized diaper. As soon as the diaper was in place Heather complained, “Mommy, I’m hungry!”
“I’m sorry, dear,” Marie replied, “it’s past time for you afternoon feeding.” Marie helped the young woman down off the table and led her over to the sofa that was up against the far wall of the large den. Marie said down, and with her arms held out stretched pulled the young woman down onto her lap. “Hurry up, mommy,” Heather said in a babyish voice, “I’m so hungry.” “In just a minute, dear,” Marie said while unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking the clasp of her front opening bra. Soon Marie’s huge tits spilled out, ready and available for Heather’s hot eager mouth! Without wasting even a moment Heather grabbed a huge boob in her hands and guided an already hard nipple into her waiting mouth! “Ohhhhhhh myyyyyy,” the older woman sighed, “that’s a good girl, suck mommy’s big nipples for her.”
Marie was in absolute heaven! Here she was nursing a large breasted young woman who was playing the role of her little baby to perfection! Heather licked and sucked the two big nipples for the next fifteen minutes or so before announcing, “Mommy, I’ve been a bad girl!” “Oh dear,” Marie replied softly. “Have you gone potty in your diaper?!?” “I’m sorry, mommy,” Heather whined, “I didn’t mean to, it just happened.” “That’s okay, dear,” Marie replied gently, “let’s go back over to the table so we can change you.” Seconds later Heather was back on the table where Marie quickly removed the sopping wet diaper. “You went pee pee,” Marie said with a smile, “now mommy has to wash baby’s vagina again.” After she had again bathed the young woman’s pussy, Marie leaned over and kissed each of her large pink nipples and announced, “I think that baby’s pussy needs some attention.”
“What kind of attention?” Heather asked in her best baby voice. “Baby’s vagina seems to be all wet and gooey,” Marie replied, “I think her vagina needs a toy to play with.”
“What kind of toy, mommy?” “I think baby’s vagina needs a big fat penis to calm it down!” Marie replied hoarsely. “D-do you have a big penis for me?” the young woman stammered. “Of course I do, dear,” Marie replied smiling, “I have it right here.” With that she reached into a drawer on the side of the table and produced a stunningly large black rubber pecker that must have been at least nine inches long! “Oh, noooooooo, mommy,” Heather cried, “it’s gonna hurt my little vagina, please don’t.” “I’m sorry, dear,” Marie said firmly, “but sometimes mommy knows what’s best for her little baby, now be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” With tears filling the young woman’s eyes she slowly separated her thighs, exposing her tight little hair pie to Marie’s ravenous eyes! “That’s a good little girl,” Marie said gently while rubbing the massive head up and down Heather’s drooling slit. “Are you ready to have your vagina tended to?” she asked in a wavering voice. “Y-yes, mommy, I’m ready!” Heather stammered.

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With her huge breasts still hanging out of her blouse, Marie slowly inched the huge dildo into Heather’s tight little pussy. Even though they were only playing a game, the size of the fake pecker was truly immense, and it took all of Heather’s concentration to relax her vaginal opening enough to allow it access inside of her! When almost all nine inches were finally buried deep in her pussy, the walls of Heather’s cunt began contracting wildly as the first of many orgasms slammed into her helpless muff! “How does that feel?” Marie asked softly. “Does my little baby feel all better!?!” Heather’s head was by now rolling back and forth on her pillow, and as she attempted to reply another orgasm racked her body, causing her to shake like the proverbial leaf! “Is it good, dear, does your vagina
feel nice and full?” “G-god yes!” Heather gasped. “I feel so fucking full!!!” Do you think that this would make it feel even better?” Marie asked just before shoving the hard dick in and out of Heather’s cunt at and unbelievable rate of speed.
Heather’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as the black hammer pummeled her into complete and total submission! Her little pussy was being brutalized in a most vicious fashion, and yet it was inducing untold number of climaxes with each and every stroke!
See the hairy little muffy engulfing such a murderous weapon as well as her cute tits bouncing freely to and fro was just too much for Marie as she shoved her hand up under her dress, wildly fingering her super hot pussy until she slipped to the floor in a stunning climax of her own! Both women lay in a shocked state of silence, with their heavy breathing the only sounds to be heard. As she lay on the table with her legs splayed open, the huge black prick slowly slid from Heather’s gaping slit as her senses finally returned to normal!
“D-do you need any help getting dressed?” Marie asked. “I can get it,” Heather giggled as she looked down at the shell shocked older woman. “Are you sure you want me to come back?” Heather asked while slipping on her blouse. “You don’t look so good!”
Marie reached into her pocket and extracted a one hundred dollar bill, and after handing it over to Heather replied, “Don’t worry about me, same time next week?!?” Heather pocketed the cash and replied, “Okay, same time next week!!!”

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In Times Past

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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 nightÂ’ 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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Kolia is one lucky guy because he walks in on a girl reading a book and looking kind of freaky but when he tries to score a little pussy for something different it turns out to be a guy! Vlad likes to dress up and act like a girl quite often and he is more than eager to get on his knees. He sucks Kolia's cock like a master and takes it up the ass like a slut!

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The two of them drove in uneasy silence until Frank offered sullenly, “I don’t see why you keeping seeing this guy!” “Don’t you realize how degrading it is for me?” “I’m sorry,” Dana replied, “but you know it can’t be helped, and by the way, today Jack wants you to watch.” “What!?!” her husband of fifteen years yelped indignantly. “I certainly will not!!!” “That’s up to you of course,” she answered evenly, “but he said if you didn’t show up he was gonna drop in at your office and beat the crap out of you.” Frank let that sink in as he parked the car in front of a nondescript brownstone two flat on a quiet side street on Chicago’s Near North Side. Dana opened the passenger side door, and before alighting from the vehicle turned to her husband and asked, “Well, are you coming or not?!?” Frank took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before replying, “Yeah, I guess so, let’s go up.”

“You don’t know how humiliating this is,” Frank whispered while they waited for Jack to answer the door. “Oh shut up, Frank,” Dana said while rolling her eyes, “if you don’t wanna be here then leave.” “Yeah, sure,” he shot back, “and get my ass kicked for my trouble, not thanks!!!” Before Dana could reply to her mewling husband the door swung open and a smiling Jack invited them inside. He took Dana into his arms and kissed her deeply on the lips while Frank just stood by watching helplessly! After breaking their kiss Jack asked Frank with a laugh, “And how are you today, pussy?!?” When Frank didn’t reply quick enough for him Jack back handed the stunned man right across the cheek while spitting, “I ask you a question, pussy!!!” Frank slumped back against the wall with his head buzzing from the sneak attack but at the same time managing to stammer, “I-I’m doing okay, I guess.” “That’s good,” Jack replied while turning his attention back to Dana, “now I want to watch and see how a real man takes care of a woman!” With tears now filling his eyes, Frank watched his pretty thirty five year old wife drop to her knees to take Jack’s huge black pecker head into her hungry mouth!

It was really Frank’s fault. About five years ago it was his idea to watch his wife have an hour of hot sex with a black man. It took him months of prodding and begging before she gave in, but much his dismay, not only did she love fucking a huge black pole, she became absolutely addicted to it! It was not unlike opening Pandora’s Box or trying to put the tooth paste back in the tube! Once it she got a taste of the big black bamboo it was all over! Now it had come to this, the man he had recruited four years ago for a one night fling had moved into their lives permanently! Now here he was, being forced to watch his wife satisfy each and every depraved fantasy of this black dominant! For her part Dana couldn’t get enough of him. She would fuck him every day if he would let her, but just to keep her on edge he limited her to once or twice a week. By the time he called her she was usually so worked up that she would have fucked him in front of her parents!
So now with his heart breaking he watched while his beautiful Dana fellated Jack’s huge erection to a cum gushing cum! “Thata way, baby!” Jack moaned. “Show little pussy over there what a good little cocksucker you are!!!” Dana literally groaned as the fury in her pussy was whipped into and absolute frenzy!!! The sensation of having Jack’s huge black pecker safely in her mouth, coupled with the incredible rush of having her panty waist husband looking on in utter shame was incredibly intoxicating!!! Her lips and tongue then went into overdrive, scouring the egg sized head until her black stud’s legs buckled slightly while his pecker unleashed an incredible torrent of hot jizz deep into the back of her throat!!!

“That’s a real talented lady you have there, cunt,” Jack said to Frank. “I don’t know why in the fuck she married a piece of garbage like you, I guess it just proves that any asshole can have some luck!” He pulled Dana to her feet and kissed her again on the mouth before shoving her into the living room and ordering Frank to do the same. “Okay, both of you strip,” Jack ordered, “and make it fuckin’ snappy, we don’t have all day here, I’ve got another white pussy comin’ up in a couple of hours!” Dana felt an instant pang of jealousy at the thought of another woman sucking Jack’s big black boner, but she knew better than to even act a little upset by that bit of bad news! When both of them were completely naked Jack casually fingered Dana’s drooling pussy while asking, “Hey, pussy, have you ever sucked a big cock?!?” Frank wasn’t quite sure he had heard correctly and asked in askance, “W-what do you mean by that???” “Jesus, baby, he is always this fucking stupid?!?” “I ask you a question, cunt, now answer me!!” With real fear now quickly spreading through him, Frank gulped loudly and replied, “N-no, never.” “Well,” Jack laughed while fingering Dana to a hard climax, “I guess now’s as good a time as any to start!!!”

Jack roughly shoved Dana onto the sofa before turning his attention to the now shaking Frank. “All right, pussy,” he said evenly, “on your fucking knees.” “I-I don’t want to!” Frank pleaded. “I don’t want to,” Jack mimicked in a high pitched falsetto voice, “I don’t give a good goddamn what you want, cunt, now get on your knees before I knock you down!” Frank gave one quick glance over to his wife who by now was mindlessly fingering her wide gaping pussy with utter abandon! “What are you looking at her for, cunt?!?” Jack snapped before driving his fist into Frank’s unready belly. With the air whistling out of him, Frank slipped to the floor gasping for breath! “Next time do as your told and you won’t get hurt,” Jack growled while grabbing Frank by the hair and pulling him to his knees. “Okay, pussy, open wide for papa!!!” Frank was stunned beyond feeling, so when the smooth soft head brushed against his lips he automatically opened his mouth and let it slip inside! “Mmmmmm, baby,” Jack sighed to Dana, “I can see why you married him, he sucks really good!!!” For Dana the sight before her was incredibly arousing! Her pussified husband was kneeling on the floor with a huge black pecker shoved down his worthless throat! For the first time since they arrived Dana spoke with a groan, “S-suck him, Frankie, suck him off!!!” “Oh god he tastes good, doesn’t he?!?”

For Frank the humiliation was more than he thought he could bear! What was even worse was that he actually was getting into it! “Hey, baby!” Jack laughed. “Look at the pussy’s pecker, “he’s hard as a fucking rock!!!” Dana dropped her eyes to her husband’s groin, and just as Jack had said stood Frank’s hard erection!!!” “Oh god,” she moaned, “he loves it just as much as I do!” Her finger was literally flying in and out of her hot wet box as another orgasm of unbelievable intensity racked her swollen pussy over and over again! Just hearing the hot pussied bitch having another cum was more than Jack could take, and while staring over at Dana’s spayed legs and wet cunt, his black piece of meat spasmed hard while filling Frank’s mouth with a gusher of burning goo!!! Even though his legs were the consistency of spaghetti Jack still had the presence of mind to make sure that the little cocksucker swallowed down every last drop!!!

Dana’s eyes had long since glazed over while watching her husband blow the powerful black stud. Now with his hands on his hips Jack returned his attention to Dana and her overheated pussy. Plopping down on the sofa next to her, Jack fisted his prick to another quick erection before ordering Dana to climb aboard to take him for a ride! Gingerly she positioned her bulging slit over his rock hard prick before slowly lowering herself onto it! Almost in unison they sighed deeply, savoring the sensation of massive black dick in tight white pussy! From his vantage point across the room Frank had a perfect view of his wife’s pretty pussy being impaled by what could only be described as a monster cock! Slowly at first Dana lifted her cute bottom up and down on the incredible thickness until after only a few minutes she was literally bouncing up and down on it like a pogo stick gone mad!!! Frank abhorred the thought of his wife being used by the black giant, but the guttural sound escaping his lips and of course the rhythmic pumping of his hard pecker gave him away! It was quite evident from the grunts and sighs that filled the room that all three of them were rushing towards organ wrenching orgasms! Frank thanks to his fast flying fist, and of course Jack and Dana courtesy of their entwined cock and pussy!

It was Dana who first let out with a animalistic groan that induced both men to let loose with fire hose like torrents of cum, Frank into the air and all over his belly, while Jack filled Dana’s defenseless little cunt to overflowing with another blast of his love juice! Dana literally passed out from the excitement of it all as she slumped over onto Jack’s powerful chest totally spent from the experience!!! After taking a moment to regain his senses Jack rolled Dana off his now deflated cock and ordered Jack, “Get this bitch out of here, I’ll see both of you next week!!!” Ten minutes later when the stunned pair climbed into their car Dana said softly, “Okay cocksucker, let’s go home!!!”

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