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# Posted: 3 Feb 2006 18:03
My name is Amelia, and I’d like to tell you a story about what happened to me.
Things were very awkward for me when I was twelve. Things can be difficult enough for any girl at that age, but having my dad leave us a few years before and my weight seemed to make it especially difficult for me. I was a long way from being fat, but as my mom used to say, I still had my “baby fat.” The most pronounced effect of this was that I had much larger breasts than any of the other girls my age in school. The boys my age didn’t seem to care, but I did uneasily sense older boys and men looking at me. In the summer, two of the older boys at the pool kept rubbing against me. I just didn’t know how to handle it, and so my boobs made me very self-conscious.
We had a neighbor that was always really nice to me and my little sister (she was ten then) Heather. Mark was like forty or so, and divorced. One day after school, I was hanging around outside with Heather when he came out of his house with a digital camera. He told us he just got it and showed us how it worked, and then he took a few pictures of us. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a polo style shirt that fit pretty tightly across my chest. He kept telling me how pretty I looked, as he took the pictures. I felt really good, because I liked him a lot and he always made me feel special.
A few weeks later, Mark came over to the house on a Saturday morning. My mom was at work, like she usually was, and he sometimes took care of us for her. He had a photo album with him, and he showed Heather and me the pictures of us that he had taken that day. Looking back, I now know that every picture of us either showed our asses or our (especially mine) chests. Back then it didn’t dawn on me though. Afterwards, Heather went outside to play with her friends, while Mark and I stayed in the living room.
“You look really pretty in the pictures, Amelia,” he said, “Just as pretty as any grown up girl.”
I blushed, but felt very proud.
“It was fun taking your pictures. Did you like it?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said a little self-consciously. “I guess.”
“Maybe we could take some more?” he suggested.
I shrugged and answered, “I guess…”
He smiled at me and put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me as we sat next to each other on the couch.
“Can you keep a secret?” he whispered into my ear.
I looked up into his eyes. “Yes,” I answered, “I guess so…”
Smiling at me he explained that he’d like me to wear my red swimsuit. I had a red one-piece suit that he saw me in over the summer and kept telling me looked really good. After I agreed, Mark told me to change, while he went over to his house and got the camera. When I changed, I realized that I had grown a little taller and bustier since the summer, and the suit now fit too tightly. When Mark came back, I sadly told him that I didn’t think he’d like it anymore because it was now too small. He just smiled, and told me to put it back on and let him decide.
Mark practically licked his lips when I came out of my bedroom wearing the swimsuit. He kept glancing at me, and seemed a little nervous as he took his camera out of its case and adjusted it.
“Amelia,” Mark said with a sincere look on his face, “this is just between us, right?”
“Yes,” I promised.
Mark took a few pictures of me – full length and chest up. But he said the light wasn’t good in the living room, and suggested we move somewhere else. After he looked in my room, he said the light was better there.
He told me to sit on my bed, and he took some more shots, then he started directing me.
“Get up on the bed,” he instructed, “on your hands and knees, looking at me.”
I did as he told me, and he took some pictures of my face and cleavage.
“Beautiful Amelia,” he said, “your breasts are so lovely.”
When he said that, I blushed with a gasp, and covered my chest with my arms.
Mark chuckled and reassured me, “You shouldn’t be ashamed Amelia. You’re beautiful.” He gently moved my arms from my chest. As he did, his hands brushed over my boobs. “Let me adjust this,” he said as he rubbed my breasts through my swimsuit. His gentle touch felt incredible.
He then told me to “Lie on your stomach.” He positioned me so that I was bent over the edge of the bed, with my feet on the floor. I complied with all of his directions, and opened my legs when he told me to “spread your legs.”
Marks warm hands were touching me more frequently – gently massaging the inside of my thighs, caressing my back, my arms, and gently touching my face. It felt very nice, and I felt very special.
He was now positioning me with his hands instead of telling me what to do. Every touch involved a caress. His gentle strokes over my soft skin were sending sensations through my young body that I had never experienced before. I didn’t know what was happening, but I didn’t want him to stop touching me.
He positioned me in a sitting position on the edge of the bed, and took the straps of my swimsuit off my shoulders. He lowered the front of my suit until my breasts were almost exposed, and took several pictures of me like that.
“God, I love your tits,” he gasped with lust. “Show them to me.”
I hesitated, being a little nervous and unsure of the change that seemed to have overcome Mark. Nobody had ever said that word to me.
“Show me your tits, Amelia.” he instructed firmly but gently.
I slipped the shoulder straps over my elbows and off my arms, and then lowered the front of my suit to my stomach. I now sat bare-chested in front of Mark, and nervously covered my breast with my hands.
Mark took my wrists in my hands and gently pulled my hands away. He kissed me gently on my lips.
“Don’t cover them up,” he instructed me. “They’re so beautiful.”
He then took some topless pictures of me while he talked lustily.
“I’ve been dreaming of your tits for a long time, Amelia” he told me. “Your sexy big tits. Do you like being sexy Amelia?”
“Um…,” I didn’t know what to say.
“Yes, you do,” he told me, “You love flaunting that sexy young body of yours.”
Mark put his camera down and stood close in front of me. He cupped both of my breasts in his hands and began gently squeezing and caressing them.
“How old are you Amelia?” he asked.
“Twelve,” I gasped.
“Mmm… I know,” he leered, “that’s so delicious.”
Mark was massaging my boobs and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. My body was reacting to his stimulations, and I felt euphoric and out of breath. My nipples had become swollen and sensitive, and I tingled between my legs.
He sat down next to me on the bed and leaned over. I gasped and moaned as he placed his lips over my left breast and began licking and sucking the puffy super-sensitive nipple. He moved his mouth to the other breast as he moved me into a lying position. Mark suckled and caressed by breasts for what seemed like hours. I was so aroused and excited – absolutely at his mercy and loving every second of it.
He lifted up from me, and moved me up against the headboard with some pillows under me. I watched with a mixture of nervousness and lust as Mark got off the bed and pulled his shirt up over his head, kicked off his shoes, and pulled his pants and underwear off.
I had never seen a cock before, and the sight of Mark’s long hard dick made me very nervous.
He climbed back on the bed and knelt straddling me. His cock was only a few inches in front of me, and I didn’t know what would come next. Mark leaned forward and it pressed it against my chest, between my breasts. His cock was hot, but the skin felt soft.
“I’m gonna fuck your tits,” Mark hissed with uncontrollable lust.
He started moving his hips, and his hard cock began sliding up and down on my chest. Putting his fingers on the outside of each boob, Mark squeezed them together.
“Oh yes,” he groaned, “I love your tits Amelia.”
It became moist and slick between my breasts as he continued pumping his cock up and down. I watched the big swollen head popping up and down, and noticed the fluid leaking out of the tip.
“Mmm,” Mark purred with satisfaction, “I’m gonna cum all over your tits Amelia.” Then he ordered me to “Squeeze your tits together for me.”
My hands replaced his, and he took hold of the headboard. Mark’s movement became more impassioned and urgent, and he grunted with each forward thrust.
“Ugh… ugh…,” he grunted with lust as he pumped his cock between my soft breasts.
His paced quickened for a few seconds, and then Mark froze as his body tensed. I felt his cock twitch, and then I learned what he meant, because his hot creamy cum spurted out of the tip of his cock all over my chest and neck.
“Ohhhh… yes!” he cried with delight as he anointed me with love juice for the first time in my life.
Mark lifted his hips and used a hand to direct his cock toward my breasts as he continued spurting cum. He rubbed the tip over my nipple as his cum coated it.
After he was satisfied, Mark lay down next to me and kissed me. It was the first time in my life that I was French-kissed. He reached his hand under my suit and worked it down to my thighs. He placed his hand on my pussy, and began working my little clit and fingering my slit. He kept kissing me and playing with my tongue as he rubbed my pussy. In a few minutes, he had worked me off for my first orgasm.
That was my first sexual experience. Mark taught me many things that day and after, and I came to appreciate my blessings, and enjoyed that men loved my tits...
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