24 comments/ 333414 views/ 54 favorites Cute Model By: Happy Snapper I never knew when I took a photograph of some young girls next to a swimming pool at a carnival, that it would lead to undoubtedly the most erotic experience of my 47 year long life! One of the girls was from my neighborhood, although I hadn't seen her before. She asked me what the photographs were for. I told her it was for a spring page for a local news rag. She smiled and asked me to keep her a copy of the newspaper, which I promised to do. About two weeks later I was sitting in my studio sorting out some contact sheets, when she knocked at my front door – all smiles and friendliness, looking too cute for words. She asked if I had saved her a copy of the paper, to which I replied that I had one in the drawer of my desk in my office. We walked to my office – she all eager and nearly skipping with happiness. It was the first time anyone had taken a photograph of her that had ended up in anything else than a photo album at home. I rummaged through my untidy desk drawers to find the copy of the newspaper I had kept for her, and she commented that someone ought to clean-up my desk drawers. I said what I probably needed was an assistant to help me get some order in all my filing. I handed her the newspaper and she couldn't wait to find her photograph in it. She giggled and shouted with glee when she found it stuck amongst tens of other photographs on a spring specials page. She was so proud of having her photograph used and begged of me to give her the newspaper to take home and show her family and friends. I couldn't help but to smile and agree to this blushing cutie! She left all smiles and thanks, skipping ahead to the exit door quicker that you could say photograph, and I returned to sorting out my contact sheets. The following Saturday morning I had only just arrived in the studio and was busy brewing some coffee before I tackled the task of filing all my photos, contact sheets and negatives, when there was a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and was a bit pissed off, because I deliberately didn't make any bookings for the day because I wanted to catch up with my filing. When I opened the door she was standing there, dressed in a pair of cut-off jeans, showing her shapely young legs, and a tight fitting t-shirt, hugging her proud young breasts – about a size 33 B in size and proudly firm in their youth. I am in my middle 40's and have been doing modeling and other photography for as long as I cared to remember. I have seen many beautiful women and budding young beauties, so for a young piece of fluff to stir my loins, would take some doing, yet this cute little girl – barely turned 18 – was creating a stir in my loins like no woman has done for a long time. I have been divorced some five years ago and since then have had a couple of roles in the hay, yet haven't made any firm attachments. My work kept me busy enough that I didn't go out at night to hunt for a willing piece of fluff often anymore. Most of my latest fucks have been divorcees whom I had picked up at a nearby singles club, which I sometimes frequented when my apartment became to oppressing. They also served fairly good food there at decent prices, so mostly I went there for an evening meal more than to find a lay for the night. So to find myself getting all warm with sexual feelings towards this girl, who could have been my granddaughter, was something I wasn't used to at all. She blushed and told me she had come to offer her services as an assistant to help my clear-up the mess in my filing, if I would have her. (I mentally said to myself I would have her anytime anywhere in all kinds of compromising fuck positions!) I told her I would appreciate the help and would even pay her a small amount to help me, which she gladly accepted. We first had some coffee, which she insisted in pouring, and then she washed the mugs while I went into my office to make space in my filing cupboards for the new files which I had bought in which to file photographs and negatives alphabetically, according to the dates when they were shot. She came back rubbing her damp hands dry against her jean clad ass, leaving slightly damp rubbing marked against the smooth round orbs of her bum. I explained my filing system to her and she immediately started sorting our photographs along with contact sheets and negatives in piles with scraps of paper indicating dates. We could then alphabetize them before committing them to storage files and packing them into the cupboard space. I must admit, having her help made short work of this tedious job, and her bubbling chatter about the subjects I had photographed, made it a fun event too. I liked having her there. She suddenly became quite pensive, studying a particular set of shots. I leaned over her shoulder from behind to look at what she was looking at. It was shots of a young model of 20 which I had shot some ten years ago. The model had the same honey blonde colored hair as my new assistant, and she was also quite petite, like her too, with perky young 34B breasts, partly revealed, through a chiffon wrap, which had been folded around her. The model was obviously naked apart from this piece of see-through wrap. My cute, young assistant blushed and softly said she thought the photographs were beautiful. She asked me if I still shot modeling photographs like these. I answered that I do still from time to time, but me being an old guy, many young girls didn't feel comfortable doing naked and semi-naked photo shoots for me anymore. I said, perhaps they felt I was a bit perverted if I suggested shoots like that. They probably felt more comfortable with young studs that aroused them sexually, than with an old guy like me. She didn't comment and we went of with our filing. When it came to packing the files into the cupboards, she took over the task of doing the walking about, while I sat on my ass on a chair next to the cupboard passing her the files in the correct order. She used a small stepladder that I have brought for the task from the studio. I used the stepladder both as prop for shoots and to adjust lights in the studio. The first time she climbed on it to reach a top shelve, I saw that her short jean pants has shifted quite high up her firm young bottoms, leaving the lower rinds of the smooth, golden fleshy orbs exposed. Now, I am intrinsically a titties guy, loving smallish, firm titties, but there are very few turn-ons like two smooth round orbs of a well-shaped young ass, and hers were absolutely perfect. I could feel a hard-on growing in my pants and was glad I had opted for loose fitting, baggy jeans that morning, also that I was sitting down then, otherwise it might have become quite embarrassing! When she reached over to the side away from where I was sitting, she stuck her smoothly shaved leg closest to me out for balance, and her crotch opened up, showing clearly the smooth outline of her soft white panty inside her cut-off jeans. I nearly gasped at the beautiful vision. She leaned over a bit more and the panty's elastic shifted a bit towards the center to expose a few soft, downy, light reddish pubic curls. Now I knew she didn't shave her pubic hair off and I could just imagine softly stroking that silky soft hair . . . When she climbed down again, she lost her balance a bit and gave a startled cry, which had me jump up to catch her if she should fall. I grabbed her waist to steady her and my hands shifted her t-shirt up, to expose her creamy golden tummy. There were the same colored downy curls running up from the top of her pants halfway towards her navel. I found this extremely enticing! I was so used to models always shaving their pubes that to find a beautiful young girl with so much innocence that she didn't even shave off her pubic hair, was amazingly erotic. If she noticed me blushing, she didn't comment, but simply said thanks, and I let go of her as she regained her balance in stepping down a rung or two. My hands had moved up to right underneath those two small, perky titties, and I could just feel the firm roundness where they started extending from her chest, at the tips of my two thumbs which were strategically placed in the center of her chest. I cleared my throat and suggested that we should perhaps break for coffee again as our work had progressed much quicker that I had anticipated. She immediately went over to the kitchenette and filled the kettle to boil water for our coffee, while I returned to the filing. While we drank our coffee, she sat on my desk, swinging her legs. They were slightly parted so that I could just make out how the seam in the center split her crotch into two fleshy halves. I had to consciously avert my eyes from this intoxicating sight. I was sure she didn't mean to deliberately tease me, but was doing it in all innocence. I saw the file with the model that she had previously admired was lying next to her. I asked her if she didn't think it was too sexually explicit to photograph a model like that, indicating to the file. She picked up the file and studied the photographs again. No, she said, as long as the model and the photographer had a good working relationship, she felt it was acceptable. She said she found the particular model to be extremely beautiful and attractive, and could see that I could have enjoyed shooting the photographs. I admitted that it had been a pleasurable shoot and commented that she reminded me of that model – the same colored hair, the same kind of petite body and all, except that her breasts were a bit smaller than the model's, and her bum was rounder and higher. She looked at a photograph I had shot of the model from behind, showing her nice bum, which was a bit more pear shaped, than my assistant's. She got up from the desk and went across to a mirror to look at the difference between her bum and the model's. Yes, she saw what I meant. She felt that her legs were a bit skinnier than the model's too. I stood up and went to stand behind her. I agreed that her legs were a bit leaner, yet were more beautifully shaped, the model's legs being a bit less shapely. I also said I liked her skin color more than that of the model, because she had a golden tanned skin, where the model's skin was a lot paler, almost alabaster in color. I told her, her skin color offset her hair color more than that of the model. Her hair was also longer than the model's. Next she took a photograph of the model taken from the front, with her legs slightly ajar, clearly showing just a hint of her pussy, which was obviously clean shaven. She asked me if it was necessary that all models should shave their pussy hair (yes, she called it pussy hair – so innocent, so cute – and blushed when she said it!) I told her that it was only in high fashion circles considered necessary, because the models had to model all kinds of clothes, especially underwear and bathing costumes, and it wouldn't look nice on some models, especially those with dark hair, when their pussy hair stuck our along the side of their panties' elastics. I told her, however, when the model's pussy hair was as light as hers I wouldn't insist on the model being clean shaven. I told her I had seen her soft hair peeping out above her pants when my hands had rucked-up her t-shirt when I steadied her on the stepladder. She looked me in the eyes with her soft, green eyes, and asked if I would like to shoot some photographs of her someday. I hesitated a breath or two, and said yes, I would love to. It would be a great privilege if she would pose for me sometime. But, now, let's finish with the filing first. At which she bent down to pick up a file again, showing off her beautiful bum again. We broke lunch and had some pizza which I had ordered. And two hours after lunch we were finished. I thanked her sincerely as she had definitely made a tedious job easier and much more fun. I told her I hadn't had such a nice day in a very long time, with someone so full of life and laughter as company. I paid her 50 bucks and she promised to come again the next Saturday to clean-up in the studio and darkroom, which I was only too happy to accept. She knocked on my door the next Saturday early – much earlier than I was used to being up on a lazy Saturday morning. My hair was still tussled and I hadn't even shaved yet. I was still dressed in my boxers and a t-shirt in which I usually sleep. I didn't even have time to complain about the early awakening, when she stepped inside all chirpy and smiling and told me to go and get ready, while she organized coffee. I did my morning routine in record time and was dressed just as she called that the coffee was ready and she was going to start in the darkroom, as I had told her previously I had planned to do today. I went through into the kitchenette, grabbed my coffee and sip-sipping when through into the darkroom. She had on similar cut-off jeans and a small tank top showing off her smooth shoulders and revealing a bit of tummy, and when I got to the darkroom she was already busy stacking all the negatives in their protective sleeve coverings into cardboard box to be filed later. I finished my coffee and started emptying the chemicals trays and putting them into a washing sink so that I could wash them. I poured the smelly chemicals into containers, from half empty bottles, filling up other half bottles and placed the empties into the sink too. Before I could stop her, she had already started washing them. She had found my rubber gloves on a shelve above the sink and had put them on before starting to wash out the bottles. Half the morning passed quickly in cleaning up in the darkroom and pretty soon we went into the studio to tackle it too. There wasn't a lot to do in cleaning the studio – some sweeping and dusting and storing away the gear into cupboards provided for that purpose and pretty soon we were nearing the end of our job before 11 o'clock. She had told me the previous weekend that her mom and dad both worked in their shop on Saturday morning until 1 o'clock and only got back at about 3 o'clock as they had to first finish all the paperwork before they could go home, so there was no rush for her to get home before that time, which left us with about four hours still. I jokingly started setting up my cameras for a shoot and told her to pose for me for focusing and lighting purposes. She complied and took in an exaggerated mock modeling pose, posing this way and that way, and I started snapping away, because she looked too cute for words through the lens. As I zoomed in for a closer shot of her flushed face, with tell-tale dust smears on her one cheek, I noticed that her nipples were standing out a bit more than I had seen them up until now. I saw her puffy areolas were swollen up a bit more too and I realized the excitement of posing for the camera was arousing her a bit. She had started posing with her bum towards me and pulled up the ragged hem of her pants a bit on the one side to show more of her creamy bum. I stepped out from behind the camera and told to her to keep that pose, as I went to fetch a face cloth from my bathroom to wipe to dust streaks of her cheek. I also brought a new hair brush which I had bought the previous day for modeling purposes – I always keep one because models sometimes forget theirs – to brush her hair, and a small female make-up kit just to add a bit of make-up to enhance her natural beauty. I had become quite adapt in doing this over the years and could rightly claim to be a competent make-up artist. My hands were trembling slightly with pure excitement as I prepared her for the shoot. Once I was satisfied with her hair and make-up, I took out a shawl from a props cupboard, and draped it over her shoulders. I showed her and even turned her physically around into some more photographically accepted poses, and went to take some shots of her. I took Polaroids of the same shots too, and showed them to her. She was speechless when she saw how she looked on professionally done shots. She exclaimed that she had never though she could look so beautiful. I told her I thought she was one of the most naturally beautiful models that I had ever photographed, to which she blushed and said I was pulling her leg. We did about a dozen more shots of her in this outfit and then I went to the cupboard to take out a long white cotton skirt and a chemise top with buttons in front, and asked her to try them on for me in the change room next to the studio. She came back, holding the top's sides closed with her hand, saying that the top was a bit small and she couldn't close the top three buttons. I smiled at her and told her it was meant to be so, because the model was required to show a bit of her breasts' roundness peeking out through the unbuttoned top. She blushed and said I must think her prissy and silly. I told her no, I though her even more beautiful because she was so innocent. I told her she could hold the top closed with her hands until I was ready to shoot. I would pose her and then go to the camera and tell her from there how to place her hands. She nodded her head in understanding, lightly biting her lower lip in shyness. I posed her and lifted her hair to the top of her head, leaving tendrils of her long hair tumbling over her shoulders. When I was satisfied with the pose I went to the camera and explained to her how she should place her hands. When she took her hands away from the front of the top, it opened up enough to show half of each of her small pert breasts, just-just concealing her dusty pink areolas. Her breasts were firm and a smallish B-cup. Not quite a hand full. Amazingly beautiful and more erotic to me at that moment that any other ever seen before. She became more and more used to posing as the morning progressed and by lunchtime I had already exposed her shoulder towards the camera with the rim of her puffy, swollen dusty pink left areola just peeking over the edge of the top's material. They had become darker by a degree or two and had nearly doubled in size with her growing excitement. I could see by the flush on her cheeks and growing slowly up into her neck, that she was finding the photographic session enticing too. I decided to break for lunch to give her time to recompose herself and to do a re-think about continuing with the photo session. We scrambled up some stuff from the refrigerator and quickly had a nice lunch spread, along with some white wine I had left over from the evening before, chilling in the refrigerator. I knew she wasn't allowed to use alcohol yet, but I thought one glass of the light wine wouldn't do too much damage. I knew I was still in total control of my emotions and could stop before things got too rough. During lunch she asked if I had had enough shots, or would like to continue. I told her it was entirely up to her – this was just fooling around a bit and not a proper shoot as for a modeling portfolio. If she wanted me to do a proper portfolio for her, I would gladly do it, but we'll plan that better and make sure that we had all the props and clothing for a proper shoot. But this was fun and we could play around a bit more if she felt like it, until it was time for her to leave. It was only 12 o'clock so we still had some time in hand. She said she would like to continue if I was willing to waste some film. I told her I had boxes full of film nearing their expiry date, which I had better use up, so it was fine by me to go on. She smiled and said she'd like that very much. Perhaps, she said, we could do a couple of shots like the ones in the model's file she had looked at earlier. I warned her that it would mean she'd have to take off all her clothes and wrap herself only in the chiffon wrapping. She blushed and said she was willing if I would just look the other way while she undressed, as she had never done this before. I told her she could get undressed in the change room and wrap the wrapping around her before coming out to the studio for the shoot. It was warm enough in the studio that to go naked wouldn't be uncomfortable for her. She blushed again and said let's get to it – she wanted to experience posing in the nude. Cute Model She went into the change room while I set-up the cameras and lights for the shoot. Her soft cough warned me that she was standing waiting for my instructions. I told her to stand at the same spot where she had stood before, and she moved into the lit-up area. I saw her whole body was evenly tanned – no bikini or bra lines. I asked her where she had picked up an all-over tan, and she blushingly told me she had used a sun bed at home for the all-over effect. I complimented her on the beauty of her tan and she smiled her thanks to me. I walked up to her and arranged her hair to cascade down her shoulders and back, whilst re-arranging the wrap to close-up all of her. The wrap was double layered so what could be seen, was subtlety hidden away. Yet the appeal was perhaps even stronger because of the hint of sexuality, more than blatant nudity. I explained this to her and she looked at me in awe. I asked her if she was comfortable and she told me she was now that I had explained what I was seeing. She told me she trusted me and would do everything I told her to do in front of the camera, so that the shots would look beautiful. I told her the shots would probably look more like amazing, than mere beautiful, to which she blushed again. We went through ten or so posing changes with the wrap slowly slipping off to reveal a bit more of her exquisitely beautiful young body. She warmed-up to the shoot and even started playing along – pouting her mouth seductively, or biting her lower lip, or licking her lips with her wet, pink tongue, teasing me through the lens. I could feel a boner of an erection growing in my pants – something that has never happened before while I was busy with a shoot, even shooting soft porn shots of really sexy models. This young girl was really getting to me! I asked her to cup her breasts in her hands and push them up slightly, so that her nipples would just peep out over her fingers. By doing this the wrap shifted down to reveal her entire tummy, with her soft pubic hair just peeping over the top edge. I asked her to turn more towards me and the wrap shifted down even more, revealing the top of her bulging pussy. I could just see the root of her clitoris, which was standing quite erect in her arousal. It was only then that I realized this young girl was getting as sexually aroused as I was. On the studio clock I saw that only 20 minutes had passed during the shoot. I went to her and started rearranging her hair again for another angle. When my hands brushed against the skin of her shoulders, a shiver ran through her upper body and she gave a contented sigh. She lifted her chin and her mouth opened slightly. Her eyes were closed and a blush was spreading from her smooth round breasts up to her soft neck. I brushed her cheek with my lips and slowly traced my way down to her neck with my mouth. When I started kissing her neck softly, gently, she drew in a sharp gasp of breath and turned around in my arms to face me. Her eager lips sought mine and we started kissing. At first gently and slowly, but as the passion was awakened in her, she became more eager in her kissing, parting her lips slightly to allow my tongue to enter her warm, wet, soft mouth. I started rubbing her back and her shoulders with my hands, gently massaging her shoulder blades. She made purring sounds like a small kitten and pushed her pert warm young breasts forward. I broke the kiss momentarily to take off my t-shirt, telling her it was getting hot. As I threw it aside I saw that the chiffon wrap had long ago fallen to the floor and she was standing in front of me entirely naked. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I looked at her in awe and told her she was exquisitely beautiful. She fluttered her eyelashes and blushed, yet smiled a thank-you, but didn't try to cover her nakedness. I knew she trusted me implicitly and I could hurt this young girl tremendously if I wasn't extremely careful. I took her into my arms and hugged her, whispering in her ear that she was the first model that had ever turned me on like this. I told her that she was the most attractive, most beautiful young lady that I had ever encountered, and as an old guy, I was extremely privileged that she would allow me to touch her in this way, and kiss her, and if there was anything I did that she didn't like, she should tell me immediately. I promised to stop immediately if she wanted me to. Her reply was to turn her lips to me and to start kissing me again. This was the craziest mixture of pure innocence and erotic sensuality that I had ever experienced. It was a wonderful sensation. After about five minutes my lips moved from her mouth to her neck again and this time I felt her lean into my caressing of her neck. I slowly traced kisses down towards her chest and started to encircle her breasts with my tongue, licking a moist trail of warmth in circles around and around first one young swollen breast across to the next and back again, slowly narrowing the circles, until I felt the puffiness of her engorged areolas. I didn't yet close my mouth over her small ruby red, hard nipples, but concentrated on arousing her even more by just licking around her areolas. In the meantime my hands had moved down to her firm young buttocks and I had one buttock cupped in each hand. I was gently kneading them with my hands spread open to encompass as much of her bum flesh as I could grab hold of. I heard her breath quickening and I decided to chance licking over her nipples. I was rewarded with a sharp gasp when my tongue first rasped over her left nipple. Her entire body arched forward pushing her pubic mound forward so that she stepped astride my right upper leg. I could feel her wetness even through the material of my jeans. I started gently sucking her nipples, followed by some rougher licking, flicking their tips with the tip of my tongue. She made mewing sounds in the back of her throat, arching her torso forward so that I could reach her breasts even better. She gasped every time my tongue flicked over her by now extended and rock hard nipples. My hands had moved down to cup her buttocks where they met between her legs and I could feel the warmth of her pussy at my fingertips. I could feel that her pussy hair was soaked with her own moisture and I could smell the warm musky womanly aroma of her arousal. I stared to kiss towards her tummy and lowered myself down onto my knees in front of her. I tickled her navel with the tip of my tongue, leaving her gasping for air with the erotic sensation of my tongue probing her navel cavity. I licked the soft down of her pubic hair running from just below her navel to her mount of Venus. I gently sucked on the fine soft hairs, nibbling my way ever downward towards her pussy. With my hands I pushed her legs open from behind, so that I could have easier access to her by now extremely hot and soaking wet young pussy. I deliberately shifted the path of my tongue towards the side so that I wouldn't brush against her clitoris yet – I wanted to leave caressing this little pleasure button until last. I licked down the left side of her swollen outer pussy lips and was awed by the softness of her skin. I had muffed many women before, but never had I encountered such baby softness in a pussy. The warm muskiness of her arousal was intoxicating and I felt my head buzzing with my own arousal, yet I knew instinctively that if this young was wasn't a virgin still, she hadn't had many sexual encounters and I could scare the shit out of her if I rushed now. I had to concentrate in giving her maximum pleasure like she'd never experienced before, or loose the chance of ever having her trust again. Fuck this up and I probably would even see her again, what still touch her soft, beauty again! I had to find a frail balance between gentleness and answering her passionate inquisitiveness. In this she actually was her and my own worst enemy, because her youthfulness demanded action, yet at the same time gentleness, compassion and caution. When the tip of my tongue had reached the bottom end of her outer pussy lip, I slipped it into her ready pussy crevice. She was extremely hot down there and her juices were nearly dripping out of her aroused vagina. This little love channel was opening and closing its little mouth in readiness and I could see the button of her by now extremely aroused clitty bobbing up and down. It had even peeped out from under its protective little skin hood and was glistening with erotic moisture. Her hands were grabbing my hair and tugging at it to the point of nearly hurting and she was making moaning sounds which increased in volume with every touch of my tongue to exposed pussy flesh. I slowly started licking up into her slit, flicking her engorged inner vulva from side to side and licking long strong strokes up and down them to just below her clitty. Her hips started pumping forwards and backwards in a rhythm of their own and I had to restrain her hip movements with my hands, grabbing her buttocks firmly and pushing them forwards to open her pussy lips for my licking. I started to probe her vagina with the tip of my tongue, to which she responded with a mighty thrust to take in as much of my tongue as possible, moaning encouragement – yes, yes, yes! I managed to get about an inch of my tongue into her vagina and could feel it clamping around my tongue. I could just imagine the sensation of that tight young pussy clamping around my dick! I tongue-fucked her for about two minutes until I felt her movements increasing in strength. I didn't want her to cum yet. I wanted her orgasm to build up into a mighty release like she had never experienced before. I pulled my tongue out slowly and started licking up into her slit again to the base of her clitty. I moved my right hand to the front and started to gently explore with my index finger around the entrance to her love hole. When I started to insert my finger into her soggy wet, rhythmically contracting and extremely hot vagina, I also started licking around the base of her clitty which was pumping up and down like a little dick. I didn't want to touch her full clitty yet, as I first wanted her to experience the sensation of my finger entering her fully. I wanted to find her G-spot first and rub that to enhance the sensation even more. My finger probed the hot moistness of her inner pussy slowly, gently opening up a passage into her love grotto. She was extremely tight, yet pliant and her vaginal walls were contracting around my finger in pulsing spasms, literally sucking my finger deeper into her pussy. With the tip of my finger bent slightly towards the roof of her vagina, I felt the softly ribbed section where I thought to encounter her G-spot and I bent the tip even more upwards to start caressing this magic spot. She gave a hoarse cry and thrust her pelvis forward in hard jabbing thrusts increasing in rhythm. I heard her mumbling nearly incoherently "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm starting to cum!" I eased off a little, although she fought against it and started pumping forcefully, wanting her orgasm desperately. I pulled my finger out, dragging the tip along the roof of her pussy, sending shivers running up her tummy and back, and when the tip popped out audibly from her vagina, she cried out: "No! Put it back! Put it back, please!" I complied, but this time using two fingers. It was tight fit, but she was so aroused that she helped by pushing forward, making encouraging sounds of "Mmm! Yes! Mmm! Oh yes!" as I gently, yet continuously pushed my two fingers into her vagina again. She was extremely wet which helped to lubricate the way for my fingers into her again. When I encountered her G-spot again, I started rubbing slowly across it, up and down and sideways, encircling the spot at times, and them putting more pressure to the tips of my fingers, really building up to a major orgasm. When I felt she was about ready to explode with cumming, I sucked her clitty into my mouth, sucking onto it like it was a nipple from which I could extract milk. This pushed her over the edge and she stopped breathing for a second or two before exploding with a loud groan into one of the most volatile orgasms I had ever given a woman. Her entire body was spasming while her pelvis was thrusting forwards and backwards in quick hard jabs sucking my fingers in so deep that the palm of my hand was jabbed against her outer pussy lips. If I hadn't sucked hard onto her clitty, I probably would have lost it in the might of her thrusting. Her pussy suddenly seemed to gush fluids and I could feel her juices flowing down my wrist. I had never before felt anyone cum this marvelously! As she passed the peak of her orgasm I felt her entire body – apart from her still spasming pussy walls – starting to relax. Her clitty contracted and slipped out of my mouth. She slowly toppled forwards and I had to move my left hand up to catch her as she slowly fell forward onto me. I kept my fingers in her still contracting pussy and lowered her gently until she was also standing on her knees in front of me. I hugged her to me with my left arm and spoke to her softly telling her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever encountered and that I had never experienced anyone cumming with such intensity before. She just sighed and nestled against my sweat soaked chest, her hair – also wet with her own sweat – plastered against my cheek. I felt her pussy spasms subsiding slowly and felt her vagina relaxing. My fingers slipped out slowly and I pulled her down with me to lie down on the carpeted floor of the studio. I cuddled her to me and gently rocked her in my arms, whispering endearments in her ears. She just sighed from time to time and made small, soft mewing sounds of pure pleasure. I looked up at the clock and saw we had still about an hour before she had to leave. I gently untangled myself from her, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, where I turned on the shower, and we took a shower together, washing each other. She gently stroked my dick in her soaped hands until I also came in mighty squirts like a young buck as I hadn't cum in ages. I kissed her in thanks and we stepped out to dry off and get dressed so that she could go home, without saying anything. At the door she turned into my arms and we kissed goodbye. She looked into my eyes with those two soulful green eyes of hers and said: "See you next Saturday for breakfast!" and she turned away to walk toward her bus stop. I couldn't wait for the week to pass! -------- As it turned out I didn't see that next weekend. She stopped by the Monday to tell me she had been informed at school that she had to attend a two week seminar from that Wednesday and would be out of town for the next two and a half weeks. I took this in my stride, already used to life's little disappointments, and concentrated on my job, despite the fact that my thoughts were filled with visions of her most of the day and many nights in my dreams. I had received a commission to shoot some stuff for a gardening calendar and had become so engrossed in this task that I had lost track of time by the end of the third week. I didn't recon on seeing her again and had actually suspected that her school seminar was simply an excuse not to see me again, having become scared of how a simple photo shoot had turned into a steaming sex session, even though I had not gone all the way with her yet and what we had done was probably what today's kids simply saw as heavy petting. I was still asleep on the third Saturday morning after I had last seen her, having been busy the night before until whatever hours of the early morning finalizing the pics for the calendar, when there was a knock on my door. I ignored it and hoped who ever had the indecency to wake me up this early on a Saturday morning, would go away so that I could catch up on some sleep. The knocking continued after a short interval and I shouted O.K! O.K. I'm coming! I stumbled out of bed looking the worse for wear, and feeling the cold and damp of the early autumn morning seeping through the soles of my bare feet. I didn't even bother to put on a robe or slippers as I intended to chase who ever it was away and get back into bed a.s.a.p. I unlocked the door and opened it slightly to see who the culprit was. She stood there smiling her shy smile. Her hair was damp from the soft misty rain in which it tended to curl. She had no make-up on. She was wearing an old army issue duffel coat and a pair of full jeans with blue and white sneakers. I could see a light pink turtleneck sweater peeping out above the collar of the duffel coat. There was a rosy blush to her cheeks and her eyes twinkled full of mirth. She was a vision of beauty and innocence and I loved seeing her again. My heart nearly stopped beating for a while and I was left breathless. I suppose my mouth was agape as I stood there staring at her. I suddenly realized that she was probably getting soaked standing there on my landing and put out my hand to take hers and pull her inside where it was at least dry and a degree or so warmer that outside in the rain. As I closed the door behind me, I heard her shrugging out of the wet duffel coat, and when I turned to face her, she was turning back to face me after having hanged her duffel on a peg next to the entrance. We just stood staring at each other for what felt like hours, yet were probably no more that a minute or two, drinking in the sight of the other. My heart was racing and I could hear my blood coursing through my veins. I had trouble breathing. She broke the spell my rushing across the empty space of about six feet to me and wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. "I've missed you!" she whispered in my ear and kissed me just below my ear in the nape of my neck – one of my most sensitive spots! It was so endearing and so wonderful. I felt as if I was walking on a cloud! Totally unromantically I answered in a hoarse whisper "You're soaking wet. Let's get you dried off!" and picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bathroom. She stood there and assisted by lifting her arms and feet up when needed as I took off all her clothes, which were truly damp from the rain and must have left her feeling wet and chilled to the bone. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see the effect of the cold had puckered-up her beautiful puffy areolas, turning them a darkish dusty pink. Her small nipples were hard and erect. Her light pink bikini panty was clinging to her contours with dampness, showing clearly her pubic hair plastered to her pussy. I could even discern the valley between her swollen pussy lips ending in the hooded rose bud of her clitty. I pulled down her panties too, and they clung to her firm round buttocks as I pulled them off. As she was standing there in her full gloriously beautiful nakedness, I took a large towel and wrapped it around her. I took another towel and started drying off her hair, which had become quite lively with the dampness. She sighed contentedly and turned around for me so that I could dry her hair from behind. When I had finished with her hair, she leaned back against me and sighed a soft "Thanks – that feels good!" as she nestled into the circle of my arms. I turned her around still encircling her lithe young body, and started softly, gently kissing her warm lips, hugging her closely to me. While still kissing her I picked her up again and carried her to my double bed, where I had left the covers turned back as I had climbed out earlier. I laid her down – still wrapped in the towel - on the side where I had slept because the might still be some residual warmth from my own body, and covered her with the sheet and eiderdown duvet. I went around to the other side – her right hand side – and climbed in beside her, and she turned towards me and nestled against me. Cute Model I felt the towel was slightly damp too, but didn't want to break the spell of the moment by suggesting that she take it off. She must have read my thoughts as I felt her start wriggling under the covers and the next moment saw the towel being dumped on the floor next to the bed. She wriggled close to me again and I could feel the warmth of her body nestling against mine as she hugged closer to me. We lied like that for a long time just being contented to be close together, and I heard her sigh with shear contentment a couple of times. We must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I became conscious of, was her stirring and getting out of bed. When I enquired with a questioning "Mmmm?" she answered she was "just going to wee quickly – keep my place warm!" I heard her peeing, flushing the loo and washing her hands, and then she ran back to bed, jumping in under the covers again, immediately wrapping herself around me again to regain the warmth lost in getting out of bed. She lifted herself up on her elbows and smilingly said in mock scorn: "It's unfair! I am stark naked and you've still got your clothes on. Besides, I want to feel the warmth of your body, not your t-shirt and boxers!" I told her that it might be dangerous, because I was definitely attracted to her in ways that she might not be quite ready for yet, so perhaps it was better if I kept my clothes on. She bent down and kissed me gently again, and laid down with her head on my chest. "The day before I went on the seminar, I went to see my gynie – a dear woman with whom I can share even the most secret of secrets. I told her I was seeing a guy and I considered getting into a more serious relationship with him, which might include intimacy, and I asked her to provide me with contraceptive pills, but in such a way that my folks won't know. She understood and gave me some with a pamphlet on how to use them, and on sexually transmitted diseases and sexual relationships in general – the birds and bees stuff we've already learned about in sex ed at school," she told me in an excited whisper, hugging herself tightly to my chest. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest and heard her breathing quickening. I started pulling off my t-shirt and with her help got it off without allowing too much cold air to get in under the covers. My boxer shorts were off in less than two heartbeats to join the t-shirt and the towel on the floor. I pulled her warm firm young body on top of mine so that she laid spread-eagled across me, her perky titties burning into my chest and the heat of her pussy burning a hole in my lower tummy. I started caressing her back up and down in slow massaging movements, eliciting mmm's and aaah's of contentedness from her, which sounded almost like a kitten's purring. I could feel her arching her back forward so that her titties burrowed sharply into my chest and her smooth and warm tummy spread itself over my hairy stomach. She started kissing my unshaven face all over, as my fingers sought out erotic stimulation points along her spine and lower back, right down to the start of the swelling of the orbs of her beautiful firm young buttocks. I gently massaged her coccyx where in ended her spine at the entrance to the valley between those two heavenly orbs. This brought a shudder from her lower body and a grinding of her pelvis into my groin. I could feel the heated moisture of her pussy spreading through my own pubic bush. I could hear her breath quickening as she left a moist trail of kisses along the nape of my neck towards my chest, and back again to search out my mouth eagerly as her passion increased. I had realized when she told me she had asked her gynecologist for contraceptives that she was still a virgin, and I knew it would take extra caution and gentleness to treat this young beauty the right way. I lifted her lower body up with my hand and allowed my erect dick to lie facing upwards against my stomach. I slowly lowered her down again and pulled her lower down, so that the tip of my glans – now moist with pre-cum – was lying just above her mount of Venus. I heard the sharp intake of her breath as she felt my dick against her lower tummy and her pussy. I placed my hand behind her knees and pulled her upper legs up and open so that her pussy lips opened up like a flower spreading its petals to the early morning sunshine. She gasped again and started trembling gently in excitement. I grasped a buttock orb in each hand and started slowly to pull her body upwards, rubbing her pussy over my rock hard dick. When its head reached the bottom ends of her engorged inner labia, I pushed her down again, rubbing my dick's head in her by now soaking wet pussy slit, right up to the root of her clitty, and back down again. She didn't have a very long pussy slit – only about two and a half inches between clitoris root and vaginal entrance, so the strokes where short and thus fairly quick. It must have felt damn good to her as she groaned softly and said: "Wow!" That one word was all the encouragement I needed to continue. I felt her pussy slit get wetter and radiating heat more and more as I slid my dick up and down it firmly and steadily, yet not too quickly – I wanted this to last as long as possible. Once, when my dickhead had reached the top of her slit, she involuntarily pushed down and it slipped over her erect little swollen clitty. She gave a sharp gasp and a moan escaped from deep in her throat. Thereafter I allowed it to slip across her clitty every third or fourth stroke and every time it did so, I could feel the muscles of her entire pelvic area contract sharply. It left her gasping for breath every time and I felt shivers run down her spine to end in her tightening buttocks. When my dickhead rubbed her clitty again once, I felt the muscles of her buttocks contract in spasms and she ground her pussy hard onto my dick. I heard her breath gasping in short, sharp rasps and her groan quite loudly: "Ohhh! Yes! Yes! Ooohhh!" and I knew she was going over the edge for her first orgasm brought on by a dick. It was a fabulous sensation to feel this little girl cumming so beautifully and knowing I was responsible for that wonderful experience. She lifted her upper body high as she arched her back inwards to be able to grind her pussy even harder onto my dick as wave after wave of her orgasm rippled through her lithe young body. Her nipples were dark reddish and her areolas were swollen to nearly double their size. They glistened with sweat from our passion enflamed bodies. Her eyes were clamped shut and her mouth was wide open as she gasped for air in the final ecstasy of her orgasm. I had never experience anyone cumming this intensely before and was astounded by the erotic beauty of it. She held herself rigid like this as the waves of her orgasm subsided slowly, pulsing spasms still rippling through her lower body decreasing in strength and frequency as she came down from the high plateau of her ecstasy. Her eyes flickered open slowly and she stared into mine with such wonder that I felt my heart contract in love for this beautiful girl at this exquisitely beautiful moment in her young life. I felt wonderfully privileged to have shared this moment of pure ecstasy with her. She slowly lowered herself down onto my body again and held onto me like a drowning person who had just been saved clings to a life-saver. No words could express the feelings we were feeling towards each other then. She fell asleep in my arms like that and once I heard her breathing become regular and deep in sleep, I relaxed too to fall into a contented slumber. ---------- I came out of a deep sleep filled with passionate erotic dreams of cunnilingus and fallatio such as I hadn't experienced since my teenage days, and slowly became aware of the source of my dreams. My cute little model was actually slowly stroking my rock hard dick and admiring it from all angles. I murmured to her that if she really wanted to please me, she could try licking its head, which was already glistening with some pre-cum. She blushed, yet bent her head down toward my pulsing penis, pulled the foreskin down, and tentatively started licking the glans. I gasped involuntarily and groaned in pleasure, which encouraged her to become a bit bolder in her actions – much to my pleasant surprise. She first just licked around the base of the glans, and then extended her licking to cover the entire swollen glans. She licked the pre-cum off the tip, and withdrew her tongue to taste it. With an audible "Mmm – not to bad tasting at all!" she continued to lick it even more vigorously, but now started going up and down the shaft too. I encouraged her with moans of pleasure and she became even bolder, and when she reached the tip again, she opened her mouth and engulfed the tip in her warm wet mouth, slowly letting her lips slide over the now extremely sensitive glans. This sent shivers down my spine and had my dick bopping spasmically up and down in ecstasy. I new she was going to make me cum pretty soon if she continued doing this, and I encouraged her to suck the entire head and some of the shaft into her mouth, to which she complied with enthusiasm, her head bopping up and down too as she slid half the length of my pulsing dick in and out of her hot little mouth, whilst stroking the bottom end of the shaft with her warm small hand. I told her it was a long time since anyone have given me head and this was probably one of the best blow-jobs I've ever had – which was gospel truth. What she still lacked in technique, she sure made up in enthusiasm! I warned her when I was on the brink of cumming and pulled her head up and away from my spasming dick, and allowed her to finish me off with just her hand. Boy-oh-boy, did she wank me but good! I shot spunk into the air like a geyser – some of landed on her sweat shining titties, her taught flat tummy, and her smooth young legs – a few drops even splattered onto her tightly curled pubic hair, glistening in the sunlight shining through the open window. It probably was over in seconds, yet if felt like just going on and on and on, with my dick gushing out gooey semen like a fountain, creaming her hand and my lower body, matting my own pubic hair into a soggy mess "I'll need a shower after this!" I thought out aloud. "We'll both need it! " she giggled, as she stared as if mesmerized and my gushing dick. "Well – no need to ask if you enjoyed THAT! she giggled again: "The evidence is overwhelming!" "Yip!" was all I could think of as a reply. Eventually my dick subsided and she came to lay nestled in the crook of my arm again, hugging me closely. I savored the warmth of the aftermath of one of the best orgasm I had experienced in years – and that without copulation! After lying like this for about a quarter of an hour, she suddenly jumped up and challenged me to a race to the shower. I sluggishly complied on legs still rubbery from my ecstasy! The rest of the day was spent just languishing in each other's company, after a shower which left my body tingling all-over. We walked around in the studio butt naked and I savored every minute of watching this beautiful young girl as she cleaned the lunch dishes, as she made coffee, as she packed away some props in the studio cupboards, as she lay listening to some of my old Jim Crocé LP's, as we lay in each other's arms talking about photography, modeling, life in general, and also about what she had experienced when I had made her cum all the previous times. She admitted to still being scared a little bit of "going all the way!" I didn't want to push her into allowing me to pop her cherry, so I left it there and soon the time had arrived for her to leave for home again. I helped her to get dressed, brushed her hair, which had now dried out and was a little frizzed, and she gave me a kiss by which to remember her until we could get together again the next weekend. ----- She surprised me with an unexpected visit the Wednesday morning about 10am. I was busy putting the finishing touches to the calendar shots, when she rang the door bell. I didn't expect anyone so was pleasantly surprised to see her, standing at my door in the uniform of the private school she attended. "Two of our teachers are sick and I had only one class early this morning. We're supposed to do self study in one of the empty classes, but it was such a beautiful day, that I decided to rather get some fresh air, and when I looked again, I was on your street, and I thought – hey why not – and decided to come and help you finish the calendar pics . . . " she blubbered in obvious ecstasy mixed with embarrassment for her truancy. I smiled and held the door open in invitation. We went through into the kitchen to make coffee before going into my office to finish packing the photographs of the calendar into thick, padded envelopes, to be delivered by courier the next morning. With her help the job was finished some time before lunch. I told her I found the school uniform quite sexy, and she offered to pose in her uniform for me. I nodded and smiled in agreement, and we went through into the studio, where she went into the change rooms to freshen up, whilst I set up the lights and camera. We fooled around more than doing serious shooting and it was great fun. I asked her when she was expected back at school, or home and she assured me that the rest of the day was ours to do what we pleased – winking slyly at me, and blushing at the action. Her innocence once again struck me as the most endearing quality of her young personality. It dawned on me that she had changed her attitude soon after this and had started to deliberately expose more and more of her lithe young body, shoving a bit of bra, a glimpse of panty, seemingly accidentally popping a button on her blouse – all in a very deliberate attempt at seduction! I could feel my groin responding in kind, and my tight fitting jogging shorts were no help in revealing my arousal! I caught her looking furtively at first, and more daringly as time progressed - at the growing bulge in my pants. I could see her pert young nipples responding likewise. I shot some Polaroid shots and when she came over to look at the results, her bare arm brushed against mine, sending shivers running up my spine. I could smell her womanly arousal in the heated, closed studio. When she looked up at me, I saw her eyes were sort of glazy with her arousal and I leaned down to kiss her. She gave a low moan and her arms snaked up around my neck to embrace me as her mouth opened to my tongue and soon our tongues were meshed in a love embrace which had my head spinning and my blood racing though my veins. Somehow we both became naked – I still don't know who undressed whom! I was busy nibbling one of her engorged areolas, swirling her rock her extended nipple around my mouth, flicking it from side to side with my tongue, reveling in the audible response this was eliciting from her, when I realized that my one hand was firmly grasping her other swollen titty whilst my other hand was fondling her bare bum! I remember thinking: "When did we get undressed," realizing that I too was standing there butt naked, because I could feel her small hand fondling my balls! I picked her up in my arms, still licking and sucking her titty, and carried her to my double bed, which, thank God, I had made up that morning. I had woken that morning with a raging erection and whilst taking a shower, had wanked shooting great globs of cum all over the shower cubicle, thinking of exactly this same scenario. This was only some four hours ago, so my middle aged ball bag had not yet quite recharged, yet I was as horny as a young stud with this beautiful young girl fondling my rock hard erection, whilst I was stroking her inner pussy lips with two fingers, rubbing her by now erect and swollen clitty with the ball of my thumb, and giving all my attention to her swollen pert titties at the same time. She showed her appreciation quite audibly with loud groans and moans, arching her pelvis upwards to allow my fingers better access to her soaking wet pussy. The air was filled with her sweet muskiness and I breathed in the heady fragrance as I gasped for air in my own heightened arousal. I felt her G-spot swollen with passion when I slipped in two fingers into her extremely hot and soaking wet vaginal passage. When I started rubbing the tips of my over and around this extremely sensitive spot in her love channel, she yelped in pure ecstasy and thrust her pussy up hard to meet my fingers. She clamped my cock so hard with her small hand, that it nearly hurt, whilst the nails of her other hand was raking nearly painfully down my exposed back. I suddenly felt her vaginal walls contracting, clamping down on my fingers, and her gasps and moans told me in no uncertain terms that she was experiencing an earth shattering orgasm. I allowed her to come down from the high plateau of her orgasm, just keeping my fingers still inside her, and softly licking her nipples, neck and ear lobes, telling her again and again she was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I knew she was ready for more when she gently started stroking my still hard erection, and I turned on my back to allow her easier access to my throbbing shaft, which by now ached for some release. She kisses me deeply, passionately, whilst giving special attention to my immediate needs and soon I was cumming like a virgin school boy, spurting gushes of cum all over our bodies and the bed. After my cock had gone soft, I got up, ripped the eiderdown duvet off the bed, and went to fetch a face cloth to clean my spunk off our bodies. She giggled when I washed my congealing cum off her tummy, pussy hair and legs, and playfully grabbed the face cloth to do the same with me, pushing me down on my back. Her ministrations soon had my cock half erect again, and she lifted her eyebrows in mock wonder: "Mmm, ready again!!" and planted a warm kiss on my exposed glans, creating fresh pulsations down my now again rigid shaft. I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to mine and started kissing her fervently again. I pushed my hands across her flat tummy up to her titties and started fondling her still hard nipples and swollen areolas again, eliciting pleasant croons from her. I took her one leg and pulled her across me so that she straddled my body. My right hand snaked around her and I started to rub her back, all along her spine. When my fingers brushed her lower back, she started to push her pelvis down towards mine. I fondled the smooth round orbs of her beautiful bum and I could feel her pushing down even more. The soft down of her by now soaked pubic hair rubbed against my stomach and I guided her lower down by pushing down on her bum, so that her pussy was within reach of my cock. I swapped hands and grabbed my stiff shaft and started rubbing my cock up and down her now sopping wet pussy slit, just touching her clitty every second or third time it reached the apex of that hot, wet valley between her swollen inner pussy lips. She was making mewing sounds as my cock glided up and down her slit and every time the head rubbed against her clitty, she gasped quite loudly. Every time my cock head slipped past her pussy opening, I could feel the warm, slick juices oozing out of it, covering my cock's head, shaft, balls and even my hand in her hot womanly nectar! Her moans and gasps and her thrusting pelvis was too much for me to handle and as if at its own volition my cock head slipped into the inviting opening to her exquisite young virginal opening. I could feel her pussy opening like a fresh flower petal before the onslaught of the juice covered glans of my cock head and I felt her pushing down to meet my thrust. It took all my will not to push it in all the way in one mighty thrust, aware of her virginity. Cute Model The head of my cock slipped in fairly easily into her slick vaginal opening, which had been opened somewhat by my fingers recently. As it pushed deeper into her, I could feel however that the channel narrowed and tightened around my cock shaft. I gently started rubbing her back again to assure her of my love, and I could feel her pussy starting to relax slightly to allow more access to my pulsating cock into her untouched inner love channel. I told her to take her time and to ride up and down in short thrusts. With a loud moan she started riding up and down, each time taking a little bit more of my seven inches long, and nearly two inch thick love sausage into her pulsing hot pussy. I could feel her juices coating the exposed part of the shaft in preparation for deeper entry, and I could hear her groaning and gasping as her pussy got more and more accustomed to this invasion of this foreign object into its private innards. My cock suddenly encountered an obstacle, which seemed to span the entire width of the excruciatingly hot passage into which it was gliding. I felt her pushing down on it with a groan, yet the thrust wasn't strong enough to break through her still intact maidenhead. I told her to take it gently and push down in one sustained push, yet she opted for a one mighty thrust, lifting herself up so that my cock head nearly slipped out, before plunging down hard. She howled just once and when I looked at her face, her eyes were clamped shut with obvious pain. I grabbed her hips and held her still with my cock buried deep in her where nothing had ever been before. I crooned soft endearments to her, reassuring her that the pain would subside soon and will be replaced by pleasure. She looked at me and her eyes were filled with wonder, not with blame, nor with pain. She whispered in a nearly croaking voice: "I love you!", before closing her eyes again and slowly started moving her hips up and down again. After no more than half a dozen thrusts, I could feel her pussy starting to spasm and heard her groaning softly as she started building up towards an orgasm again. I could feel my own love juices starting to rise from the depths of my balls and knew that I would be able to hold out too long before cumming deep inside that wonderfully tight, hot, juice love channel of hers. All outside sounds seemed to seize and the only sounds that penetrated my senses were the sounds of our labored breathing, our mutual moans of ecstasy, and the slapping, thudding sounds of our passion emitting from where our bodies where intimately entwined. Then the world stopped revolving and somewhere inside by pelvic region all the fireworks of the fourth of July exploded like an atomic explosion. I howled in a harsh groan of ecstasy, which was only rivaled by likewise sounds emitted by the most beautiful young woman I have ever had the pleasure of loving passionately. We slowly surfaced from a deep slumber, still entangled in each other arms, our bodies still interlocked and my cock still clamped tightly in her pussy, when the afternoon was already starting to cool down towards 4pm. I glanced at the clock and saw there was still some two hours before she had to leave for home, and I felt my cock stiffen again. She looked at me with wonder in her eyes and I saw a smile starting to crease her mouth. She bent down to kiss me and her hips started slowly undulating in renewed passion. We managed to grab a quick shower and a cup of much needed coffee before I walked her to the bus stop just in time for her bus. I gave her a platonic peck on her forehead as she climbed on the bus and she whispered: "See you Saturday morning – early!" before turning towards a seat in the bus. I simply stood there staring after the receding bus until it turned a corner and disappeared from my view. I couldn't wait for Saturday to roll around . . .