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Subject: {ASSM} Forbidden Photography  Mf Voy Virgin First Time
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Date: Mon, 10 May 2004 16:10:05 -0400
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Forbidden Photography  Mf Voy Virgin First Time

By David Lavenham
davidlavenham@hotmail.com
I also write custom stories and scripts. Contact me at the e-mail above for 
more information.

My aching dick pressed harder against her tight wet slit. `Please do it', 
she whispered, `I want it to be you'. Slowly I felt her pussy open to accept 
my manhood. She shut her eyes and bit her liped as I stretched her virgin 
pussy open for the first time.

I smiled down at her, taking in her beauty, wanting to remember this moment 
for ever. I let my eyes pass over her body, from the long soft hair that 
flowed across the pillow like water over a rock, the perfect skin of her 
face with the hint of a few freckles across her cheeks.

She opened her legs a little wider allowing me to slip further into her. I 
remembered the first time I noticed her. It was those long legs that caught 
my attention, slender alabaster stretching from the hem of her short tartan 
skirt to the black patent school shoes topped with white socks.

I felt my dick meet some resistance. I pushed forward slightly, causing her 
to wince.

`Are you sure?', I whispered.

`Oh yes, I want to be yours'

I leant down and kissed her soft cheek. I knew this would hurt her so I 
decided to get it over with.

With a short hard thrust I forced myself into her virgin pussy. I felt her 
hymen tear and her body tense as I took her virginity. She reached up and 
threw her arms around me, pulling me close as I pushed the last few inches 
into her. It was a beautiful moment. We lay motionless, her soft breath on 
my face as we lay together, linked in the most intimate way possible.

Still with our bodies pressed together I began to move slowly inside her. 
She buried her little head into my neck as I began to fuck her slowly, 
feeling the tight walls of her pussy against the ridges of my cock as I 
worked myself in and out. She began to moan softly as I picked up speed, 
releasing me from her tight grasp, allowing me to fuck her with long deep 
strokes. I looked down past the soft mounds of her growing breasts to her 
hairless pussy, watching myself as I slid my dick almost completely out of 
her before plunging it back in to her. I could see specks of blood on my 
dick, the last remains of her virginity having been removed with my now 
furious strokes.

`Oh fuck', she moaned as I pushed my dick deep in to her, `oh god, that's 
great'.

My dick swelled and I felt my semen begin to rise.

`I'm cumming', I whispered.

With a final thrust I buried my dick deep into her young body and let my cum 
gush into her. She grabbed me again, hanging from me as she came too, as her 
body quivering and quaking as the waves of pleasure rippled through her.

As the last of my cum washed into her I lay to one side pulling her on top 
of me. We lay there motionless, my softening dick still in her pussy, her 
warm young body on mine, her head nestling in my neck.

As we lay together, lover's at last, I shut my eyes and thought back to that 
first meeting, only a few weeks ago.

........................................................................................................

I had not lived in my new house long when I first noticed her. I worked from 
home and one spring afternoon I was staring out of my office window when I 
saw a group of girls coming up the street. She immediately caught my eye, 
and, as they chatted outside the house opposite I had good opportunity to 
study her. She was much taller than the rest, with straight light brown, 
almost blonde, hair and a fair complexion but what really struck me was her 
long legs. She was wearing a very short tartan skirt and black shoes with 
white socks. Between these were the most beautiful legs I have ever seen. As 
she stood talking she rocked from one leg to the other, the muscles in her 
legs moving beautifully as she did. Occasionally she would run her hand 
threw her hair, pulling the material of her white shirt tight across her 
back revealing the lines of her bra through the thin material.

When she finally went inside I stood for a while daydreaming, then, 
realising I had an erection, felt a little ashamed that I was aroused. I was 
about to get back to work when I noticed some movement in an upper window of 
the house opposite. In the gloom I could make out a figure moving in one of 
the bedrooms. As I stood and stared she walked right in front of the widow, 
giving me a fleeting glimpse of white bra against naked flesh as she pulled 
on a sweatshirt.

With my cock rock hard I sat back down at my desk, my mind reeling as the 
image of her in the window flashed up again and again. I was jolted back to 
reality as I realised I had been masterbating and my cum was flooding over 
my desk and keyboard.

`Shit', I muttered to myself as I started to mop up my spilt seed.

....................................................................................................

Over the next few days my work really suffered as I spent most of my time at 
the window. I caught a few glimpses of her in her room and as she came in 
and out of the house. My interest gradually moved closer to an obsession and 
by the end of the week I had begun to take photographs of her.

It was a few weeks later that I finally got the chance to talk to her at a 
neighbours BBQ. It was a hot Sunday afternoon and the whole street had been 
invited. I was talking to her folks, who were interested in my job as a 
designer.

`Katie wants to do a design course at college', her father told me.

`Is Katie your daughter?' I asked as innocently as I could.

`Yep, that's her over there', he said pointing towards the object of my 
infatuation, `Katie!', he shouted, `come and meet Dave'.

She was wearing tight jeans and a tight crop top which accentuated her 
fantastic figure, showing off the small mounds that were the first 
indication of budding breasts.

`Dave is a designer', he said when she had joined us.

`Cool', she smiled, `what kind of stuff?'

I could barely speak. I cleared my throat, `Websites mostly, some brochures 
and stuff'.

`Wow', she said with such innocent enthusiasm. `I want to design clothes and 
stuff', she continued.

`Have you done any designs?' I asked.

`Some drawings, but Dad's PC is so slow I cannot do anything I can share 
on-line'

`You can always come over and use my Mac?' I suggested.

`Cool! Can I Dad'

He paused a second then said `Sure. Why not'.

I could not believe my luck.


...........................................................................................

The first time she came over was a few day's later. I watched her cross the 
road with her mum.

`Dave, are you sure you don't mind?' her Mum asked.

`No problem' I said.

`Well just tell us if she gets in the way!' She replied as she retreated 
across the road leaving me with Katie.

.............................................................................................

The next couple of hour are a bit of a blur. I remember showing Katie the 
Mac and the basics of some of the design software. I remember getting her a 
coke. But mostly I just remember the thrill of being so close to her, the 
smell of her hair, the light touch of her hand as she brushed my arm as I 
was showing her the Mac, her smile when she managed to create here first 
image.

When I finally shut the door behind her I was emotionally exhausted.

.............................................................................................

 From then on she came over a few times a week. I loved her company and she 
seemed to warm to me. Increasingly I left her to herself, usually peeking at 
her through a crack in the door as she worked.

If anything I was getting used to the routine of her visits and I left her 
to work alone more often, afraid of scaring her off if I kept hanging around 
her.

The day when things changed was a Saturday that I will always remember. I 
had popped out to the store, leaving her on the Mac. `Are you still here?' I 
shouted up the stairs when I came back.

`Yes', came the reply, but there was a hesitancy in her voice that was 
unusual. I dropped the groceries in the hall and went through to the study.

My heart almost stopped when I went through the door. On screen was one of 
the pictures of her I had taken.

`What's this?', she asked.

`It's, err, um a, well, it's ...' I cleared my throat and tried to think, `I 
was testing the camera!'.

She did not look at me, she just stared at the screen and clicked the mouse 
a few times, scrolling through more of the pictures of her. She stopped on a 
gloomy shot of her in her room getting dressed.

`Sorry', was all I could manage to say.

`Why have you done this?'

I guess I had to come clean, `I think you are pretty', I mumbled, `I like to 
take pictures so I can ...', I paused, `... er ... I can ... um .. remember you'.

She turned to look at me, her head slightly on one side.

`Do you think I'm sexy?'

`I ... well .. yes!'

`I like that', she smiled.

She stood up and walked towards me.

`I like you', she said and, kissing me on the cheek, she walked out of the 
study.

I stood in stunned silence as I listened to the front door shut.

`Shit', I whispered to myself.

.................................................................................................................................................

I half expected to have her father pounding on the door, but the only effect 
of her discovery of the voyeuristic, peeping tom images she had seen was 
that her curtains stayed firmly shut. In fact I did not see her again until 
a few days later she knocked on my door.

`Hi', she said.

`Hi'

`Can I come in?'

`Of course!', I stepped to one side and she slipped past me.

`Shouldn't you be at school?' I asked, seeing the school bag on her back.

`Holidays', she said as she looked around furtively.

`Do you want to use the Mac?'

`No. I want you to do something for me'.

`OK'

`I want you to take my picture'

I just looked at her in stunned silence.

`You have a camera don't you?' she asked

`Sure, but why?'

`Why what?'

`I mean why do you want me to take your picture? Can't your Dad do it?'

She laughed and slung her arms around me, `You don't get it do you!'

`Get what?' I was very confused now.

She reached into her school bag and pulled out a copy of Hustler.

`I want pictures like this', she said handing me the magazine.

I stood in stunned silence for a few moments.

`You sure?' I asked.

`YES!' she shouted.

Her raised voice jolted me back to life.

...............................................................................................................................................................

She was sitting on the sofa when I came back with the camera.

`Ready?' she asked

`Sure'

I looked at the screen and started to shoot.

She was wearing a tight t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.

With a very sexy look she began to gyrate slowly in front of me. I kept 
shooting as she slowly peeled the T shirt off revealing a white training 
bra. She posed a little like that before beginning to slip off her jeans.

`Is this good?'

`Fantastic!' I replied enthusiastically hardly able to believe my luck.

`Tell me what to do!' she asked.

`er.. ok... turn away and bend over'

She pushed her little arse in the air and slipped the tight denim jeans over 
her panties.

`Slowly pull them down'

Her legs were amazing, long and slender.

`Bend right down and look back', I was getting more confident.

Her tight white panties stretched tight over her arse, exposing the tiniest 
of mounds between her legs.

`Now take them off'

`I can't' She replied.

`Am I going to fast?' I asked, suddenly concerned that things had gone too 
far.

`No dummy - my sneakers!' She fell back onto the sofa and held her legs out. 
`Help me then'.

I put the camera down and knelt in front of her, holding each delicate warm 
leg as I pulled off her sneakers. Then I pulled her jeans off, never once 
taking my eyes off her panties.

She must have been following my gaze because as soon as she was free of the 
denims she opened her legs slightly, revealing the crutch of her white 
panties only inches from my face. My already stiff cock began to twitch 
alarmingly as se places a hand on her knee and ran it down her thigh, 
bringing it to rest on her cotton encase pussy.

`Snap out of it!', she laughed, `you are supposed to be taking pictures!'

I grabbed the camera and took a couple of close ups of her rubbing her pussy 
through her panties.

`This is what they do on the porno films isn't it?' She asked.

I moved back to take a wider shot. She lay back in her bra, panties and 
socks and ran her hands all over her body.

`Stand up', I instructed, ` now turn round and undo your bra'

`Now face me .... Good .... and slowly take it off'

Her breasts were just tiny, not much more than puffy nipples.

`Now lay back on the sofa again and play with your pussy'

She began to stroke her little pussy slowly, rubbing harder and harder until 
I could see a trace of moisture.

`Now put your hand inside your panties'

She shut her eyes as her fingers touched her naked little slit, gently 
stroking herself beneath the tight white panties.

`Now slip them off'

She lifted her bottom and slipped her panties down her long legs, flicking 
them to one side with her feet.

`Open your legs a little'

Her pussy was completely hairless, with soft pink lips and a slight trace of 
moisture. She held herself open with one hand, exposing a tiny pink hole and 
a pin head clit. Slowly she stroked herself before gently inserting a finger 
in her hole.

She looked straight at me, her finger still in her pussy, `I wan to see your 
dick'.

I needed no other encouragement, quickly undressing in front of her.

`It's huge!'

`I guess' I said picking up the camera again.

`Can I touch it?'

`Sure' I moved closer to wher she was sitting on the sofa.

She reached out and touched the tip - causing it to twitch in front of her.

`Take a picture!' She laughed

Through the lens of the camera I watched her young hand take hold of me. She 
squeezed a little then brought her face forward and kissed the end of my 
dick before opening her mouth and surrounding the purple head of my dick 
with her lips.

I could hardly keep the camera straight as I tried to photograph this 
teenage beauty giving me head. I knew I could not take much more of this.

`I am cumming', I croaked.

`Don't!', she said suddenly letting my dick drop, `I want you to come inside 
me!'

Putting the camera down, I carried her into the bedroom.

`I'm still a virgin', she said as I gently lay her on my bed.


..............................................................................................................................................


It felt like forever, but we had probably only been silent for a few 
minutes. My dick had softened and slipped out of her tight pussy and I had 
been listening to her soft breathing.

Finally she broke the silence.

`Can we do this again?' she asked

`Sure'

`I want to have pictures of you fucking me'

`Sure'

`They will be great on my website!'

`Website?'

`Why not - we could make a fortune!'



By David Lavenham
davidlavenham@hotmail.com
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I also write custom stories and scripts. Contact me at the e-mail above for 
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