My name is Father Francis O’Reilly and everything you are about to read is absolutely true, as told to me by parishioners in my flock!!! The confessional box is one of the final places on the face of the earth where you can pour out your heart without fear of retribution or exposure, and I believe for this reason more and more people are forsaking the “communal forgiveness” that is bestowed each week during regular Sunday Mass, and opting instead for the much more intensely personal experience of sitting down in a tiny dark room with hands folded and head bowed, and confessing to a Priest before God!!! I personally find it amusing when I read in the liberal press that the sexual revolution is dead, because it has been my experience that that not only is it alive and well, it is proliferating and growing exponentially in the very heartland of America!!! So, dear reader, with out further or do, these are my stories!!!!

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Kit’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned in the eyes of the Lord!!! When was your last confession, my son!?! It was over two years ago, Father, but I’m ashamed to say that since then I have fallen from grace in the most debaucherous of ways, I’m not even sure that you can help me!!! God only requires that you ask for his forgiveness, your simple request will open up his kingdom to you, so why don’t you begin!!! Well, Father, about a year ago I lost my job and with it my self respect!!! I was too proud to call and ask my parents for the help they would have been happy to give me, and now every night when I go to bed, I rue my decision more and more!!! After my savings was depleted on the necessities of life, I found that the only way to make the money I needed to survive was to sell my body!!! I have been endowed with a much larger than average penis, and I immediately found that a large penis is the currency of trade in the gay community!!!

In the gay bars men would pay money just to feel my erection, and a lot more to put it in their mouths!!! It became common for me to sit at a table in the back of a bar with my erection out, letting anyone who passed by feel or suck it!!! On may occasions in the bars I frequented all of the men had their penises out all of the time, and I must admit it was exhilarating to be among men with large full erections and being able to touch and suck them when ever I wanted to!!! Many nights I would stand at the bar drinking beer and pressing my hard penis against another man’s erection, until both of us would finally ejaculate all over each other to the cheers of those around us!!! Older men from the suburbs would come into the bars and we young guys with the big erections would have anal intercourse with these men in the rest room and then we’d make them suck us until we ejaculated all over their faces and take all of their money!!! I finally realized the error of my ways when I found myself walking around my apartment with my penis out and erect when no one else was there to see it!!! I beg of you to help me, Father!!!

My son, knowing you were wrong is over half of the battle, now say one hundred Hail Marys and go in peace!!! Thank you, Father, Hail Mary full of grace……………..

Bobbi’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned!!! How may I help you, my child!?! Oh, Father, I don’t know where to begin, it’s been so long since my last confession!!! Why don’t you take a deep breath and start at the beginning, and take your time, we’re alone here, so begin whenever you’re ready!!! I-it stared about a month ago, Father, at a friend’s house, and it was so innocent!!! My friend had just recently had a baby girl and I just dropped in to help with her housework, because she was so worn out from taking care of the baby!!! Anyway, she was nursing the baby as I worked, and naturally we talked about how things were going for her, and after she put the baby down for her nap, she began complaining about how her breasts were so full of milk that they had become very painful!!! She was trying to get her breast pump working, but the hose had a crack in it, so to make a long story short, I ended up on the sofa sucking the milk from her breasts just to ease her swelling!!! It didn’t take long for both of us to become aroused from the breast play,

and as I continued suckling her, she slid her hand into her panties and began masturbating wantonly!!! It was very embarrassing, but what stunned and frightened me was when she began caressing my breasts with her other hand, and pretty soon my own vagina was as hot as hers was!!!

My friends breasts were always large, but when they were filled with milk they were absolutely enormous, so when she struggled to her feet and stripped of all of her clothing, she looked so erotic with her breasts hanging down low and full that I just automatically reached under my skirt and began doing my own clitoris!!! She stood there in front of me with her hands on her hips and her legs apart, with her crotch thrust forward in the most lewd way you could possibly imagine!!! He vagina had been shaved for the birth of the baby, so her lips were bare but very full with her clitoris sticking out between the folds of her labia!!! While I was furiously fingering my own vagina, she moved a little closer to me, and in a soft voice pleaded with me to orally satisfy her!!! I was so far gone by then that I offered no resistance when she took me by the hair and drew my mouth to her sex!!! She was sopping wet, and within a matter of minutes my tongue had brought her to at least two blinding orgasms that almost made her pass out, while my own climax slammed into my vagina just as her first one commenced!!!

Well, my child, that was quite the story, but I feel that fifty Hail Marys and regular attendance at Sunday Mass should be sufficient to reconcile your sins with the All Mighty, go in peace and sin no more!!! Thank you, Father, I will try!!!

Judy’s Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, my last confession was three weeks ago!!! My, my, have we fallen from grace so soon, please, confess your sins, my dear!!! I-I have committed adultery, Father, for the first time in my life I have broken my wedding vows!!! My husband is a good provider and a wonderful man who doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment, but it was as if it was someone else doing these foul deeds and not me, but alas, I know that it was!!! It all began a week ago when I was downtown shopping for some summer clothing for the kids!!! I stopped in a coffee chop to get a soft drink, and I was just minding my own business, when a very handsome young black man sat down at the counter next to me and ordered a coffee to go!!! I hadn’t really given him much of look, but he nodded at me and smiled a very dazzling smile that momentarily flustered me!!! I went back to my soda while he waited for his coffee, and it just turned out that when I left the cafe, he was right behind me!!! Out on the street I turned and started walking north, and incredibly he moved along side of me and matched me stride for stride and introduced himself!!! I was nervous but flattered all at the same time, but when he offered to drive me to the train, for some unknown reason, I smiled and got in his car!!!

Father, I never ever have done something so reckless let alone dangerous, but when he pulled his car off the main street into a deserted alley and calmly exposed himself to me, I don’t know why I didn’t scream, but instead I just went down on him, and it was heaven!!! I think every white woman fantasizes about making love to a black man, and this one was just so handsome and perfect that I just couldn’t resist him!!! After filling my mouth with semen, he gently reached under my dress pulling off my panties, pausing for a second or two to give me a quick fingering!!! I leaned against his shoulder whimpering like a baby, but it wasn’t long before he picked me up like a rag doll and sat me down over his lap and onto his hard penis!!! I’m glad the alley was deserted because as each inch of this thickness pierced me I groaned louder and louder until I was practically screaming at the top of my lungs when I bottomed out on his gigantic organ!!!

It was incredibly addictive, so for the next twenty minutes I rode myself to a multitude of brutally animalistic orgasms, the next even more intense than the one preceding it!!! When I was but a limp dishrag slumped over his against his chest, he opened up my dress and sucked my nipples like he was a little baby!!! I didn’t think I could cum again, but his insistent suckling finally roused my clitoris one more time, and out of nowhere my vagina was wracked by another two or three hard climaxes while my vagina convulsed over and over again!!! I met him twice more, but I want to save my marriage, Father, so please grant me absolution for my sins!!!

The sixth commandment, Thou shalt not commit adultery!, recite it twenty times and do Fifty Hail Marys, and good luck my child, let God walk with you!!!

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Click here to see some naughty pictures of me in some sexy lingerie! This is a little special treat for all you guys. Most of the time, I wear what I’d call cute underwear. I’m sure lots of guys think that’s sexy, but for me it’s just what I wear every day. But today, I was in the mood for something naughty. My guy friend bought this outfit for me awhile go. I decided today was the perfect day to wear it for a photo shoot. Wearing something erotic like sheer lingerie and stockings makes me feel so sexy.

I was planning on just posing for the camera and doing a little strip tease. But even when I was done with my strip tease the show wasn’t over yet. I was so turned on, that I started to finger myself. I was so wet already.

I hope my lingerie turned you on too. You can see more of my pictures at my website.

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Looking for Mark, I followed a trail of clothing down the hall, smiling
at his discarded shirt, trousers, socks, and finally shorts. The trail
led me to the bathroom. Just as I came around the corner I heard the
shower starting to run. Smiling, I watched from the doorway as Mark
stepped inside, closing the glass door behind him. For a moment I
watched him through the glass, the tall, lean body that I knew so well.

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He stood there letting the steaming water run over him, his head tilted
back. I recalled his nakedness on other occasions, of intimate encounters,
and the memory brought a new surge of passion in me, a tingling in my loins
and I felt my nipples growing hard.

Casually, I began to discard my own clothing as I watched him. I pulled my
t-shirt over my head and let my long hair cascade down my back, then
slipped out of my cutoffs. My lips curled in a playful smile as I shrugged
out of my bra and stepped out of my panties, now totally nude. I tiptoed to
the shower door and opened it slowly and quietly.

Perhaps Mark was aware of me from the first moment I was there because he
did not act surprised when I stepped inside. He simply said,

“Hello, baby. Glad you could join me.” Then he pulled me into his arms as
the hot water cascaded over both of us while we embraced each other, not
moving.

We stood motionless for a long time, just holding each other. After awhile
Mark reached for the soap and began slowly rubbing it all over my shoulders
and my chest. As his strong, hard fingers glided over my flesh, I shuddered
at the pleasure it gave me. My breath was short and shallow, almost
gasping. Mark turned me around and soaped my back and my buttocks with
long, slow strokes, then my thighs and my legs.

He squatted behind me as he ran the soap slowly up each leg, all the way up
to my trembling pussy. Breathlessly, I parted my legs and leaned forward
against the wall of the shower, hungry for his touch. I was panting and my
legs were shaking so hard that I fleetingly wondered how they continued to
support me. Mark’s hand cupped my hairy mound from behind and below and I
gasped. Mark stroked my outer thigh as he continued to cup my vulva with
his other hand. My hips swiveled, pressing my sex harder into Mark’s palm,
wanting the pleasure his touch would give me. He began moving his palm in a
circular motion and I sighed as my body responded to the rhythm.

I’d almost forgotten we were in the shower until I felt Mark running a bar
of soap up the back of my thighs, then between my legs, still massaging my
cunt with his strong hand. I gasped as I unexpectedly felt the rigid bar of
soap probing between my pussy lips. But it felt so good that I groaned and
opened my legs wider as Mark pushed the hard slippery object upward. It
easily penetrated my vagina, aided by my own wetness from within. My
passion had grown so intense I began thrusting my hips and moaning, and
Mark’s free hand moved upward to pinch my nipples.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, and Mark immediately responded by pinching harder. The
bar of soap fell to the floor of the shower with a thud but my instant of
panic was erased when I felt Mark’s fingers quickly take the place of the
soap as he shoved them deep inside of me, faster and harder than before. It
was more than enough to push me over the edge, and I cried out as I
climaxed, my whole body shuddering. When I thought my body could not stand
any more pleasure, Mark took my nipple into his mouth and sucked i t hard,
teasing it with his teeth — I cried out again as more waves of pleasure
descended over me. Slowly, I collapsed into a quivering heap on the floor
of the shower, hugging Mark close to me as I gulped in great lungfulls of
air.

I put my arms around Mark’s neck and kissed him deeply on the mouth.
Kissing him was so wonderful, tasting his tongue and the hot water, with
the memory of the feel of his hands gliding over my body still fresh in my
mind. We both stood, and I picked up the fallen soap and began lathering
him up, letting the water rinse him off as quickly as I spread the suds,
following up by kissing him everywhere that I had soaped. His neck, his
chest, his shoulders, his arms, his stomach. I knew where he really wanted
me to kiss him but I made him wait. I turned him around and soaped his
back, then kissed him all over from shoulder blades to buttocks, down his
spine, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing. I dug my fingers into his
waist, his chest. I loved the feel of his flesh.

He pushed my hand downward and I did not resist. Adding more soap to my
hand, I let my fingers glide over his magnificent shaft. Not surprisingly,
he was already very hard, but I felt him stiffen and grow at the touch of
my fingers. It was wonderful holding him from behind. I could feel him
strain against my hand, and I stroked and stroked him.

As I stroked him I continued to kiss his back and also caress his back and
his buttocks and his thighs. Mark turned away from the water now, facing
the tiled wall, bracing his hands on it as my hands worked over him. I
pressed my body as tightly as I could against his back, my breasts
flattened against him, my knees touching the backs of his knees, and my
hand continually stroking his cock. He was humping into my hand and my body
also followed the motion of his, it was incredibly erotic, like being insid
e of his body while he made love to me.

I slowed my hand movements and disengaged my body from his, sliding
downward onto the floor of the shower. Resting on my knees, I looked up
into Mark’s face and as he looked down on me I knew he loved me. I felt as
though my heart would burst. I held myself steady by holding on to Mark’s
legs. My face was level with his cock now and I just let it brush all over
my face with my eyes closed, loving the feel of it. Then I felt Mark’s hand
at the back of my head and I opened my lips wide and felt him guide his
cock into my waiting mouth. He turned so that the water was now running
down on us, like hot rain, as his cock drove into my mouth, and I sucked
and savored the tasted of it. I reached my hand up to grasp his shaft and
felt his fingers holding onto himself, and my fingers closed over his.
Slowly, I drew his cock out of my mouth and began licking it with long,
smooth strokes, from tip to base and back again. Mark groaned.

“Yes, baby. That is wonderful.”

I continued licking for several more moments before I took his cock in my
mouth again. This time both of his hands were at the back of my head and I
wasted no more time, I just let him fuck my mouth and he was so intensely
and incredibly into it that I took his lead. All I had to do was just be
there, he did the rest, driving his cock deep into my mouth, I could feel
it at the back of my throat, again and again and again. Harder and deeper,
he drove into me as the water from the shower cascaded over my f ace.

Then his whole body stiffened and I knew he was ready to cum. So I
tightened my mouth and started to suck but he withdrew from my mouth and he
was spraying cum all over my face, spurts of it intermingled with the
shower water, I let it run in rivulets all over my body as Mark finally was
still. Then I raised myself back up onto my knees again so that I could
kiss his cock and lick around the tip of it, and kiss the shaft. I got to
my feet and Mark drew me into his arms, holding me tight.

“Laurie, I love you,” he said, and again I felt as though my heart might
burst as I embraced him as tightly as I could, the hot water still
streaming over us.

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Kira is just learning about her sexuality and her boyfriend wants to show her how to suck cock. But what she isn't ready for his how big he is and how much she is going to gag when he rams it into her mouth. Once he is done fucking her throat, he puts Kira on her hands and knees and shoves his cock into her asshole. He opens her asshole so wide you can see a gaping hole.

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I was digging through my old stuff today and found this baton. I used to love it. I’d spend hours walking around the house playing with it. Throwing it up in the air, spinning it around, fun stuff like that. However, now I have a lot more naughty thoughts about it. I’ll admit that the first thing I thought was that it looked like a really long cock. Somehow (LOL) it ended up between my legs. Next thing I know, my clothes are coming off and I’m starting to play with my pussy. I just got so horny imaging it was a really long cock! I guess, I’m just perverted like that. Come check out these pictures of me playing with my baton then getting naked and fingering myself!

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Life as a private tutor is not without its perks.

    Teaching might well be termed the “noble profession,” but at the same time it can set in train some diabolically risky situations. I should know….I have been a hired educationalist these last three decades and this is but one such early encounter.

    New-Age thinking insists that obstacles and difficulties which befall us during our lives are in reality no more than “opportunities” in disguise. Such might be up for protracted debate admittedly, should a wayward semi carouse through your lounge-room one evening midway through CSI, or a herd of marauding bison trample you underfoot in South Dakota mid vacation. 

    Denise though was infinitely more of a challenge! 

    I was in my mid thirties at the time. Having had it big-time with the State educational boards and being tired of High-School theatrics and the one dimensional power-plays inside most staff rooms, I decided I could do no worse as a private teacher.

    As it happened, it proved to be a great career move. In charge of my own destiny finally, rather than being at the whim of some lame-brained politically incorrect school Principal, I developed a greater pride in my vocation, taking pleasure from helping individual students to understand what the education system appeared unable to pass-on within a class environment.

    My specialty, if you can accurately describe it thus, is remedial work. Parents call me in when their child is having difficulty with mathematics or science – most usually around the sophomore stage but occasionally even in their final year.

    Denise in fact had only nine months left to graduation.

    Her father, a prominent up-state attorney, was from the “nothing short of perfection cuts it in this world” school of thinking. Straight A’s for his children were the lowest acceptable ranking and anything less than the number one class position at year-end was an embarrassment to be endured. Failure was not an option let’s say!

    Denise as it happened sat well inside the top percentile band of math students…having done so since sixth grade. She had simply pulled down a B plus in an early year-twelve spot test which had been enough for her father to throw a nervy turn, insisting he call in a home tutor to ‘rectify the problem’ before it was too late. Denise was both demeaned and upset by the suggestion but like everyone else in the family, powerless to argue or reason with this particular control-freak.

    Thus it was, I was ushered late that Friday afternoon into the lofty hallway of the Sanderson manor, a riot of mosaic flooring, scatter rugs and marble statues. Conrad Sanderson himself, splendidly attired in an Armani tuxedo and on his way to some sort of legal-eagle ball downtown so I learned, escorted me up the semi-circular staircase to Denise’s suite of rooms somewhere along the east wing.

  “Just suss out her problem areas and help her as best you can,” he muttered, knocking on his daughter’s suite.

   Best I describe for you in detail, the young lady who now stood before us.

  ‘Pretty,’ does her an injustice. Just seventeen, Denise radiated both a poise and elegance that belied her years. Still attired in her immaculately pressed school uniform, everything about her was ultimately feminine and desirable. From the neat collar and cuffs of her blouse to the hem of her shortish but fully decent skirt, she exuded confidence and dignity. Her quite obviously natural copper-colored hair hung shoulder length, framing a somewhat inquisitive visage whose light blue eyes would have stopped a T-Rex in full flight. Together with smooth cheeks that had surely been sculptured from the finest alabaster on hand, backed-up with generous lips that would be in majorly serious demand in the coming years, here was a package that could not only reduce the average man to an outpouring of nonsensical gibberish but  would be likely damaging more hearts in the short term than a regular intake of a Quarter-Pounder and fries.

   
    I shook her hand upon her father’s introduction and noticed that she maintained eye-contact where other girls might have betrayed a hint of embarrassment or insecurity.

    Having been married for well over a decade…and happily so I may add, let me state for the record that I had never strayed from the fold, not even looked at another girl to be honest. This was but a child technically and yet something about her captivated me on the instant.

   “Well I expect you will want to be getting on with it,” Sanderson barked, obviously impatient to be on his way. “The housekeeper will let you out when you are finished,” he added as a seeming afterthought, before heading off without so much as a backward glance. Denise looked momentarily embarrassed by his curt manner but smiled sweetly at me nevertheless. I followed her into the room.

    Ultra feminine young girls normally have ultra feminine sleeping quarters. It emphasizes their sexual birthright and highlights their orientation. Denise as I said had a small suite of rooms to color her world. Her “ante-chamber” as one might assume it to be, contained classic period furniture that would have set daddy back many a long hour in the Supreme Court. Pretty light green drapes that matched the painted décor, hung at the huge bay window that was wide enough to host a leather-ingrained desk, presently piled up with school-books at one end. Another table, smaller, but with chairs clustered around it, sat against the left wall. Home to a state-of-the-art computer system, it was to this that she led me. I had a momentary glimpse of an expansive bedroom through the far doorway, containing what looked like a four-poster adorned with a coverlet and cushions from the Persian Empire. Denise lived comfortably it appeared!

    Ushering me to a chair she sat down herself, looking at me somewhat expectantly. I touched upon her father’s concerns and asked if there were any areas she would like help with?  Unable to nominate any she merely commented.

   “It’s just the way dad is Mr. Carr. He thinks anything less than total perfection is “failure.” He wants me to go to Law school with a perfect one-hundred percent examination record.” She lowered her pretty head for a moment.

    “I don’t even want to be a lawyer,” she confided. I thought I could see a few embryonic tears and wanted to cuddle her more than anything right then.

   “What is it you would like to do then Denise?” I asked.

    Hastily controlling her emotions she looked up again.

   “Something with children…..disadvantaged families,” she replied. “I’d really like to make a difference to a few kids’ lives. Give something back to people who have had way less fortunate lives than me.”

    It wasn’t so much her words as the sincerity of them that touched me. I knew right then that she was more than just a pretty young girl…she was something else completely. She possessed the unfathomable, something I recognized and sadly...needed.

    Neither of us spoke for a moment.

  “Anyway Mr Carr,” she said smiling once again, “Since you’re here, maybe we should let you earn some of dad’s money…right?’ She leaned across the desk and retrieved some of her workbooks.

    As it turned out, the session was not without purpose. Whilst she ranked at the fore-front of academic ability, perhaps the smartest young lady I ever had the pleasure of teaching, there were a few areas involving calculus and algorithmic logic that in her case, could benefit from a theoretical make-over. It wasn’t that she had failed to understand anything, merely that she had never been taught correctly.

    By the second month, we had covered every aspect that needed attention. Her work ethic and retention capability quite astounded me but this paled into insignificance when measured against my own escalating obsession.

   I was beginning to think of nothing else but that next Friday night. I desperately needed to be near Denise, to share in some small measure a part of her life….however insignificant that might be to her. I would gaze unhindered at her beautiful face as she might work at a problem, those expressive blue eyes of hers when they would flash with youthful pleasure at the point she might resolve an equation.

    It was the week after she turned eighteen that the equilibrium was for ever fractured.

    Pulling into the manor’s driveway at the appointed 8 pm. I was surprised to see Sanderson striding forth angrily from the front porch towards the chauffeured Mercedes. Fully ignoring my presence, he climbed into the limo, barking instructions to the driver who lost no time in circumnavigating the huge fountain before accelerating swiftly back down the driveway up which I had just cruised.

    The puzzle deepened when Denise herself opened the front door to me.

   “Is everything OK?” I asked

   “Sure,” she answered, a large smile creasing her face. “It’s just daddy – he fired the housekeeper a few moments ago.” She actually broke out into giggles. “Laura had just polished one of the hallway floors and dad slipped on it and spilt coffee all over himself. He was soo mad!” She all but collapsed in mirth at the recalled image it seemed.

   “Well isn’t that rather unreasonable?”  I asked. “She was only doing her job.”

  “That’s my dad,” she replied, “But it’s Ok, he’ll calm down and re-hire her next week, he’s done it before.” She added breezily.

    Closing the front door, she led me back to her rooms. That was no hardship I have to be honest. Following a teenage girl up a reasonably steep flight of stairs when she is wearing a figure-hugging white dress that clings to everything it was fundamentally designed to latch on to – is, if one is honest – well, fun!  I wondered whether she even knew that the opaque nature of the garment did little to shield her modesty so far as undergarments were concerned. Now as it happens, I like pastel blue panties as much as the next private tutor and those that were wiggling up those risers not eighteen inches from my gaze, were indeed a source of inspiration.

    You can understand then that my peristaltic rate was unusually high by the time we sat down at the desk. My mind was definitely not on things mathematical. As she worked at the first of a few problems I set for her, my gaze fell, as they had done many times previously I must be honest, upon the upper part of her dress. Adrift to the third button, it was enough let’s say, to display her small but delightful cleavage, not to mention a substantial ribbon of lacy bra. Even chiding myself for such voyeuristic pleasures, I was unable to wrench my gaze from that field of dreams. It was at that second she happened to look up and catch my decadent line of vision.

    I think we blushed equally.

    It’s funny how one often makes with the dumbest of comments when caught in a personally embarrassing situation. I simply looked at her and muttered. “I’m so sorry Denise…it’s just that, well I think you are so beautiful.” It’s hardly a plausible excuse for staring fixedly at a teenage girl’s breasts but certainly it was the truth.

    Instinctively she raised her hand to her chest, which only served to heighten my desire.

   “Do you really think I’m pretty?” she whispered.

    The weeks of unspoken affection could no longer be suppressed. I leaned across and kissed her gently on the cheek. For a moment she said nothing, simply looking at me with what must have been shocked bemusement. The blush lingered however and I could hardly fail to notice that she had made no move to either distance herself from me or to air the least of reprimands. Her body language if anything, suggested a complicity of sorts.

    Once again I inclined my head towards her and discerning still no implied resistance, I kissed her on the lips.

    When a girl wants to be kissed, it is very obvious. When you have been desperate to kiss her for a couple of months or more, the odds are the floodgates will open of their own accord.

    I don’t even recall pulling her on to my lap, all I remember is the softness and sweet taste of her young lips. Holding her to me, I reveled in her warmth and seductive perfume as I continued kissing her passionately. Eventually we broke off, both quite obviously in respiratory distress.

  “I have wanted you to kiss me for ages,” she said, looking up at me with what might have been pleasured victory.

  “No more than my own thoughts on the matter Denise,” I murmured. “I have wanted to do this just about since I met you.”

    I could see clearly down her cleavage those delicately receding curves. She appeared not to mind in the least. Intending to define the rules of the game a little further, I kissed her neck then her collar-bone. The girl’s sharp intake of breath suggested I was moving in a positive direction. Kissing her literally an inch above her right breast brought both a cry of surprise and a definitive wriggle of her hips. It also wrought changes to certain anatomical areas of my own…none that I was wanting her to notice right that moment you can understand.

    Kissing is downright dangerous if you’re serious about it! Denise was committed to learning, no doubt about it! Unable to prevent my hands from their own little trek of indecency, I suddenly found a wonderfully soft and pliant little breast within the confines of my right palm. It’s owner looked at me and sighed as I squeezed that oh-so-desirable mound. I think she had in mind to say “No…don’t” but nothing ever eventuated and thus I not only continued to fondle that which I shouldn’t, but my hand slid it’s illicit way deep inside her bra where tactility ran riot and the sighs multiplied threefold. She raised her own hand to mine – not to remove it but to ensure I think that her breasts might remain cupped and fondled until time ran out.

   “I’ve never had a boyfriend,” she whispered to me between breaths…“Dad refuses to let me have one.” I wasn’t sure right that moment whether I viewed that as an act of cruelty or one of gratuitous sexual opportunity. Either way I had a wife at home and doing what I was with an inexperienced and majorly vulnerable young lady was, if not downright reprehensible, way left field of responsible! It’s definitely not what I signed-on for with the Parish Priest. The deductive process however is stymied when one is on the road to inflamed passion in a teenage girl’s bedroom suite, the senses intoxicated by a heady mix of girlish scents and the seductive delights of a partially exposed bosom.

   There was also the inescapable fact that in some way I needed this girl. Needed her closeness, her intrinsic inner beauty and her intellect...if that makes any sense?

   With an arm around her shoulders holding her to me, I had just the one hand free for other things - not that this was any great hardship. Turning my attentions to Denise’s other breast, I had both pretty much three-quarters out of their bra cups with now just a hint of nipple either side. I decided to push the boundaries yet further and began to undo another button. Oddly, Denise just sat there looking downwards as her dress gaped yet wider, revealing in all its provocative glory that sexy little nylon restraint. Cupping her breasts with both hands brought forth a formative moan from that half-open if not delicate mouth. It was definitely time to kiss those lips a little more.

    Risking a full scale rebellion, I gradually lowered my mouth to the girl’s fully exposed cleavage. A sharp intake of breath heralded my initial contact. The smell of her breasts in such close proximity I have to say, was addling my thought processes. I wanted her more than any female I was ever privy to be with. For her part, even as I began kissing her breasts along their upper perimeter, she closed her eyes and leaned back against my shoulder breathing hard, to compensate I imagine for her increased pulse-rate.

    Very gently, I eased both breasts clear of their padded crèche. A more beautiful and desirable sight I had never seen. Lowering my mouth further, I drew down upon her right nipple which caused her to shudder with unforced pleasure. Latching on to that wondrously hot little teat I suckled her then, taking such pleasure myself as I am incapable of describing accurately. Making the cutest of little sounds, she opened her pretty eyes and the expression there-in was one of pleading expectation. I began to draw down now on her other breast – dead center.

    I don’t even know if she was aware that she was arching her back in an instinctive attempt to thrust her young breasts out more prominently. I can’t say I was actually dwelling on this possibility. All I knew is that I wanted to suck those eighteen-year old nipples until either the Police showed up or her Father took me out with an AK47.

    What man would be satisfied with his achievements thus far? What man could be??

    Even as I continued tenderly suckling the girl, my right hand re-located itself low down on her thigh, just above the knee. I began caressing the soft skin through her dress which at this juncture was fulfilling its purpose by maintaining an impressive level of modesty.

    Gradually my hand slipped lower although I took care to maintain a caressing action rather than anything more intrusive. Just a few inches below her knee I reached the hem of her dress. The skin there at the back of her legs was like hot silk. Deliberately I stopped kissing her momentarily as I wanted to gauge her reaction to this latest line of offense. She certainly was interested in my modus operendi, to judge by her yelp of surprise as my hand slipped beneath her dress, commencing its imperceptible ascent north. She permitted all troop movements up until mid thigh level where the heat was approaching that of a tropical rain-forest. Despite having instinctively spread her legs meanwhile, she placed her hand atop mine, shaking her head slowly and murmuring “No, please…no further.”

    Now think about it logically. A teenage girl sits on your knee willingly, her cleavage not ten inches from your face. She encourages you to kiss her, responds in kind, having no objection when you begin fondling her breasts. She permits you to not only put your hand down her top but to undo the buttons of her dress and gaze at her bra, before exposing her breasts totally in order that you may suck them stupid. She then lets you caress her leg and knees before slipping your hand up her dress and feeling her up as far as mid thigh.

    Then she calls a halt to proceedings under the rights of the citizen act?  I don’t think so!

    What she is saying of course is “I’m scared!”

    Holding her hands, I just looked into those deep blue pools of hers. “You’re safe with me sweetie,” I told her. “I know you’ve never done anything like this and you’re desperate to know what it’s like, right?  I understand it’s a huge step for you Denise but it’s one you have to decide to take – I can’t do it for you.” She was studying me now closer than ever.

    “For what it’s worth sweetheart, I want you more than anything else – not just for the sake of sex but because there’s something about you I just frankly have fallen in love with these last two months. I know have no right to expect anything from you, I shouldn’t even be doing this at all. I am being completely unfair to my wife…to my own conscience even. It’s just something I never thought I would do. Having said all that though, it changes little. You’re still sitting on my knee and I can think of nothing else but making love to you.”  It looked to me like there were the beginnings of a few tears in her eyes.

   “That wasn’t my intention either sweetheart – to upset you I mean.” I added somewhat meekly. If you want this to stop right now – tell me, I will respect and understand your decision totally.”

    I might have expected one of several responses but certainly not that which I received.

    Giving me a gentle but rather loving kiss, she slid off my lap then turning slightly, took my hand in hers. Leading me through the doorway to the left of the table at which we had been seated, she ushered me into the main bedroom. Her feminine influence was everywhere from the pinks and pastels to the half a dozen stuffed animals on her pillows. It was a beautiful girl’s room for the most beautiful girl.

    Relinquishing my hand, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Words were not necessary!

    Seating myself alongside, I kissed her once more. Whether she lay back of her own accord or I instigated proceedings I really cannot recall, but moments later we were both lying full-length on the coverlet, Denise on her back, me on my side facing her. At no stage had she buttoned up and thus her pert young breasts still lay open to my gaze, fully adrift from her gaping top. Provocatively displayed as she was, my immediate interest lay within certain latitudes south of the equator. Maintaining eye contact with her, I slipped my left hand beneath the hem of her dress as before, having determined a fixed route to the north this time.

    Once more a soft cry of shocked surprise issued from the girl’s lips as her dress was eased high enough to display the first glimpse of her light pink panties – cute and frilly much like their white counterpart in the northern climes. Instinctively trying to cover them with her hands – a gesture I found extremely arousing – I had simply to grasp her arms and return them to her side. Understandably nervous in the extreme, she nevertheless showed what I considered great determination in allowing me to continue my progressive abuse of her young body.

    The first of many audible gasps accompanied my total exposure of those rather skimpy briefs. For a few seconds I could but stare at such total perfection. That wonderfully flat girlish stomach giving way to pronounced flared hips that were highlighted so delightfully by those sexy little knickers. The prominence of her as yet hidden vulva concealed as it was by that colored rayon fabric – those sexy curves descending tantalizingly between her legs. I was just able to make-out a darkish area beneath, that could only be pubic hair…curls actually, to judge by the two or three stragglers I could see peeking out rather suggestively.

    Only three inches from her panties now, I worked my hand more towards the inside of her leg which not only made her wriggle slightly but caused her to part her knees sufficient that the front of her panties was now quite visible. It wasn’t something one could really overlook. Wishing to tease her no longer I allowed myself the luxury of actually brushing up against the soft material with the side of my hand. She reacted as is scalded, apologizing immediately. “I’m sorry, I’m just not used to any of this it’s all so new to me.”

   Might have been “new” to her but to me it was heaven on earth! Opting for the more direct approach now, I laid my hand across the front of those searingly hot panties of hers and with my index finger began indenting the front of them the whole way down between her legs. I could feel the heat emanating from that virginal crevice right through the soft material.

    Unable to prevent herself arching upwards slightly and despite the obvious embarrassment of her predicament, more than one soft moan was now audible. I began to caress the flatlands, smoothing my way across her lithe tummy before returning to center stage to rub and apply pressure to her entire vaginal area.

   Once she was comfortable with this latest development (and what it was doing to me anatomically is best left unspoken) I leaned forward and kissed her slightly below the belly button. Again a little cry of shock as I continued to kiss her, locked-on to a southerly trajectory as I was, planting one final smooch dead center of her panties. That brought on a couple of “Ohhs” with some accompanying hip wriggles.

    It was really time to divest her of her outer-wear although I must say, sprawled on her back like that, her dress pushed up to her hips, legs slightly apart with both her panties and breasts fully exposed, did have its visual benefits!

   “May I take your dress off sweetie?” I whispered.

    She looked at me for a moment, unsure exactly of what this might be committing her to in the short term. Sitting up then, she reached behind her back and unzipped herself. Easing her on to her tummy achieved two goals. Firstly, the ability to pull the dress off and following that, the relatively simple task remained of extricating her bra also. I was faced then with what – up to that moment at least – was the sexiest image I had ever encountered.

   Just three days into her eighteenth year and being a rather small girl – five-two at the most, she looked, lying there face down on the coverlet in just her panties, like a highly vulnerable fourteen or fifteen-year old girl sleeping. It was an scenario I found highly conducive to my on-going arousal.

    Unable to pass-up the opportunity, I gave her a gentle spank on that curvy little bottom. She gave a cry of probably genuine shock and turned to look at me.

   “Why did you do that?’ she giggled

   “Because sweetheart,” I replied, “you have the sexiest little bottom it has ever been my pleasure to encounter. Allow me to give you one more!”

    I have this theory that most girls find being spanked highly arousing. Never met one yet didn’t like it. In any event Denise just turned her head back to the coverlet and if I didn’t know better, wriggled that sexy little rear-end of hers just enough to register her thoughts on the matter.

   The follow-up was a doozie. Denise yelped as my hand impacted across both cheeks causing them to ripple momentarily. Reaching behind her she covered her bottom with both hands. “No more,” she frowned, “that really hurt!”

    For fear of overstaying my welcome, I apologized and retracted my hand. Call me perverted, but if you have never had the privilege of spanking a teenage girl at some juncture, then your life must by necessity be that much poorer for the loss.

    Kneeling alongside her hips I figured the best course of action right that moment might be Knight to Queen’s Bishop 3. My eyes still glued to her pert little bottom I slipped a hand up between her legs and applied some digital pressure to the precise spot on her panties where I knew her vaginal lips must be concealed. The effect was immediate. Quite forgetting about her ill-treated rear-end, she gasped in surprise and closed up her legs – a fully automated defense move.

    One can always find a counter-move in any given situation.

    In this case, taking a hold of the waistband of her panties and pulling them two thirds down her bottom seemed to me very appropriate. Whether you’d call it a gasp or a squeal I’m not sure, but certainly she had her hands behind her in an attempt to salvage some modesty, before you could say “how rude!”

    Completely over-awed by the sight of her partially exposed rear crevice and incredibly smooth cheeks, reddish as one side was, I did what any aroused male would have done. I leaned forward and kissed her bottom softly.

    “Don’t pull my panties down…please” she whimpered, whilst making no further effort to tug them back up though I noted.

    By the fourth kiss - slightly higher, at the very base of her spine in fact, she was wriggling herself stupid. Despite her protestations, I managed to peel her panties off altogether, yielding finally that which I had imagined, but in my wildest dreams could never have hoped to see – Denise undressed and at my procreative mercy. To say that she was beautiful in her nakedness is to laughably understate the situation. She was every man’s greatest desire!

    Slowly I turned her over, allowing her to cover her pussy with both hands as I did so. It left more than enough to admire, believe me. Her expression was one of complete trepidation yet innocent expectancy, discomfort yet seductive encouragement.

   “Would you let me see you sweetheart?” I asked softly, glancing down at her hands.

    Shyly but bravely she slowly brought her hands apart. I think I gulped! I know I was close to being rendered catatonic.

    To be afforded the privilege of gazing at that which a teenage girl has never let anyone see before is almost a humbling experience. Those incredibly sculptured downward curves of her clearly moist vaginal lips, hemmed in on all sides by that triangle of protective but equally provocative little brown curls…that my friends, is something you can never buy on eBay.

    Already besotted with her, I was overcome now by feelings of passionate need and protective intent. Other facets to my life had ceased to have meaning. With no game plan whatsoever I pulled her on top of me and kissed her with an intensity I never knew I possessed. She responded eagerly and I was a boy again.

    With her breasts crushed up against my shirt I was vaguely aware of holding her around her bottom whilst her legs draped either side of my own. Occasionally she would arch her back upwards, so that her pretty dark brown hair would cascade in my face while she regarded me fixedly between kisses. I think she knew also the extent to which her naked breasts were driving me crazy in that position. In the space of two minutes we had reversed roles. It was she was now the teacher and me the committed student.

    I’m not sure if she was aware I had unzipped my pants, though logic would suggest she would have to be. I do know that she made no attempt of any sort either physical or verbal, to dissuade me from my course and even as I fumbled beneath her abdomen, extricating my swollen and desperately needful erection, she was still permitting me to kiss her passionately.

    At that angle, and especially given that the girl’s legs were substantially apart as she straddled me, locating her vaginal ingress proved something less than a major feat of engineering. Penetration however was not without its initial glitch.

    Most eighteen-year old girls, even if they are still technically virgins, have generally loosened up the general area courtesy of their own or their boyfriend’s fingers during certain moments of self-gratification shall we say?. The hymen you may assume has frequently lost a degree of elasticity at least.

   Denise however must have been a very good girl, for despite her obvious willingness if not desire to part with her virginity that day, its accomplishment was not without considerable application on her part.

   “No, I really want you to do it to me,” she pleaded, when I offered to withdraw from the playing field as it was obviously hurting her a lot.

    Eventually we worked our way through the minefield – mainly by way of her controlling depth and pressure with her own hips and I was able to sink deeply inside that ragingly hot cavern for the first time.

   I can still see her lips open in silent pleasure as I began to thrust up into her. She minded neither my  hands as they caressed her bottom from hip to thigh nor my face as it nuzzled her breasts atop me. All she seemed to care about was what I was doing to her with that swollen rod I had inside her. I did a lot too…even if I do say so myself!

   There is probably nothing more sexually encouraging than a pretty and majorly innocent young girl pleading with you to “fuck her” when you are doing just that. Not words I can ever imagine Denise having used in her short life, she appeared suddenly to have an expanded vocabulary on site.

    Fuck her I did though and in every conventional position. An attentive student to the end, she showed great aptitude for her chosen subject. By the time we had run the gauntlet of:  missionary, all-fours center quilt and draped half-off the end of the bed with her hands on the carpet, it’s line-ball who was the most seriously skinned. Eventually we just curled up in that bed and slept for a while.

     I was so in love with this girl I could think of nothing but holding and nuzzling her. For a while I just lay there watching her sleep and caressing her hair. I had no idea what the following day might bring, let alone the rest of my life.

    At the point Conrad Sanderson knocked at his daughter’s door two hours later, calling out “Denise, would you come out here NOW please?” I had a lot on my mind!

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When I was a boy, around the age of 11 or so, I used to visit my maiden great-aunt Gladys, who lived nearby. She would have been about 60 years old at the time.

I enjoyed my visits for two reason. First, aunt Gladys would feed me on the most wonderful home-made fruit cake. Second, I would get fantastic views up her dress as she relaxed in her armchair. Of course, at that age I had no practical sexual experience to speak of - I’d only recently discovered the pleasures of wanking – but, like all boys, I always enjoyed a surreptitious glimpse of knickers or stockings. Aunt Gladys wore floral print dresses that buttoned all the way up the front. The neckline was low enough just to show the start of the cleavage in her very ample bosom, and the hem came just below her knees. Underneath, she wore a full slip with broad lacy edging, a bra, stockings and old-fashioned pink bloomers that covered half her thighs. This much was easy to find out but what intrigued me was how her stocking were held up. I couldn’t see any suspenders because of her bloomers. Then, one day, I sneaked a peek through the keyhole when she went to the bathroom and my question was answered. She wore a girdle with six stout suspenders holding up her stockings. Knowing all this, aunt Gladys was frequently the object of my fantasy while I wanked.

One day it rained heavily on my way to see her. When I arrived I was soaked to the skin. Aunt Gladys said I would have to get out of my wet clothes so she could dry them off. She took me upstairs and, collecting some towels from the bathroom, she told me to undress while she found me a bath robe. I’d stripped down to my underpants and she sat on the edge of the bed drying me with the towel. She didn’t want to get her dress all wet, so she had it pulled half way up her thighs. I could see those beautiful bloomers clearly and I was struggling to stop my cock from getting hard. Then aunt Gladys helped me on with the robe but said I’d have to take my underpants off because they were soaked too. She sensed I was reluctant and said, “Don’t be silly. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before”, and with that, she put her thumbs in my waistband and slid my underpants down.

As she started to towel me between my legs, I couldn’t help getting a bit hard. At first aunt Gladys carried on as if nothing was happening but it quickly got to the point where she couldn’t fail to see my cock growing. “My, my!”, she said, “What’s causing that, I wonder?” I didn’t know what to say but aunt Gladys hitched her dress a bit higher and parted her legs so I could get an even better view of those bloomers and her gusset. My cock immediately came to full attention! “And I wonder what ought to be done about it?”, she said, gently taking hold of it. “I’ve often noticed you looking up my dress”, she said. “There’s no need to ask if you like what you see.” She smiled as she gave my cock a few short strokes, just teasing the foreskin back.

Pulling me by the dick towards her, she had me lie down on the bed and, still sitting on the edge, she started to wank me properly. All the time I was transfixed by the sight of her, with her dress now pulled up shamelessly around her waist, showing off those bloomers in all their glory. “You can touch if you want to”, she said. I ran a tentative hand over her thigh, feeling the suspenders through the leg of her bloomers. After a few minutes, letting go of me momentarily, she stood up and pulled her bloomers down, stepping out of them. Then she sat back down and started to wank me again. I was stunned at the sight of her in her girdle, with those suspenders pulling her stocking tops so tight.

My hand returned to her thigh and this time found its way over her stocking tops, along a suspender to the hem of her girdle and down between her legs. I was a little shocked at the feel of her lightly furred pussy - I hadn’t expected it. Most of the pictures I’d seen in glamour books had the photos retouched so there was no pussy hair (this was the late 1950s). My finger found its way to her slit and easily sank in because she was so moist – another surprise for an inexperienced boy. All this time, aunt Gladys had been wanking me steadily and, just as my finger found its way into her juicy chasm, my cock erupted in a shower of boyish spunk. “Oh dear!”, said aunt Gladys, “Now I’ll have to clean you up again, you naughty boy.”

She wiped all my spunk away with the towel. Then, gazing at my now deflated cock she said, “Well, that seems to have done the trick. If you get that problem again, just come and see your aunt Gladys and let her sort it out.” In fact, my clothes still hadn’t quite dried before I had a relapse and my delightful aunt had to minister to me yet again – this time offering me a choice view and taste of her wonderful tits. That was one visit that I’ll always remember. Although it’s been a lot of years since, and aunt Gladys is no longer with us, I still think fondly of her every time it rains.

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I rose early for my morning jog. I grabbed a banana before leaving my
house, consuming it before getting to the trail. The trail wound around the housing
complex and a manmade lake. The scenery was actually quite lovely and peaceful this
early in the morning. Expecting to see no other runners, I removed my shirt, tying
it around my waist. I enjoyed running bare chested, my large breasts heaving up and
down with every step. I liked how the wind felt against my nipples making them hard.
Occasionally when the feelings over took me, I would change directions and run into
the forest. Once the trees hid me completely, I would stop and strip naked. I
loved rubbing my body against the trees, feeling the roughness of the bark. When I
reached between my legs, I was always dripping wet. Occasionally, I would find the
right size stick and striping the bark. I would lean against the tree and spread my
legs wide. I would insert the stick as far as it would go, riding it between my
legs. Just the shear wickedness of my actions made me cum. Sometimes I would
imagine my husband catching my naked ritual and thinking about his shocked surprise.
My husband was the king prude of prudes. Why I still remained married to him, I
would never know. He saw me as a common housewife, someone to make his food and wash
his cloths. He had mistresses that made him cum… My mistress was nature…

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