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Paul (Mf, cons, young teen)
Barbara's Tits
By Subboy Paul
Subboy_paul@hotmail.com
"Oh! Mum, I'm nearly fourteen, I can look after myself for
an evening." Said Paul.
"You're not nearly fourteen you're only thirteen and a half.
Your Dad and I don't think you should be left alone yet.
There are all sorts of 'funny' people out there, you can
never be too careful." Paul's Mother replied.
"But I'll be careful." Paul wanted to be left alone so that
he could spend the evening looking at the girly magazine he
had found a couple of days ago. He wanted to see how many
times he could make himself cum in one evening. "I'll keep
the door locked and not let anyone in" he offered.
"No Paul, we have arranged for Barbara to come round. Just
think of it as having company rather than 'being looked
after'. I'm sure Barbara will not look at it as babysitting
you." His mother made it sound final.
"OK" Paul sighed. If any one had to come round Barbara was
better than most other people. She was seventeen and very
pretty. Paul had often dreamed about her. Barbara had
lovely long dark hair and a large pair of tits, but he
wouldn't be able to read his magazine.
Barbara arrived at about seven thirty. She was wearing a
white blouse and a short black skirt. As it was summer her
legs, which Paul thought were wonderful and long, were bare
and well tanned from the summer sun. Barbara sat down on
the sofa and had a quick chat with Paul's Mum to find out
where everything was and what time they would be home.
Once Paul's parents had left Barbara got up, walked over to
the television to turn it on. Paul watched her as she moved
across the room. She did have good legs and, as she bent
down to reach the TV Paul could see a lot of her thigh.
Barbara returned to her place on the sofa and began to watch
the television. From where Paul was sitting he could only
see a bit of Barbara's legs unless he turned his head away
from the television.
"Can I have a drink please?" Paul asked.
"If you want, and will you get me one as well." Barbara
replied.
Paul went to the kitchen and pored out two glasses of coke.
When Paul returned to the lounge he offered one of the
glasses to Barbara and sat down on the sofa next to her.
From his new position Paul could look at Barbara without
making it too obvious. He could see her tits as they pushed
her blouse out, he could even make out the pattern of her
bra through the material of the blouse. "This is better
than reading a mag" Paul thought to himself, "It will give
me something good to think about tonight".
The television programme seemed to hold Barbara's attention
though Paul found it very boring. As she got more involved
with the program Barbara moved from time to time. As she
did so her blouse gaped open and Paul got a view of the top
of her right tit. "I wish that button would undo" Paul
thought, "Then I would be able to see better, I'd love to be
able to touch those tits, they look so soft".
"What are you looking at?" demanded Barbara. The television
program had come to an end just as Barbara's blouse moved
offering Paul an even better view of her tits.
"Um.. er.. Nothing really" Paul mumbled as he went red.
"You were looking at my boobs weren't you? You were, you
can't deny it." Accused Barbara.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking much, it was just sort of a
quick glance, I er ." The words stumbled out of Paul, as he
felt very hot and bothered.
"Did you like what you saw?" Asked Barbara as she pulled
her shoulders back and stuck her tits out even further.
"Err.. Yes" Gulped Paul, as he looked at the offerings.
Barbara moved her hand to the top button on her blouse and
undid it. "Would you like to see my boobs?" She said as
she slowly moved her hands down towards the next button.
"Er um er OH yes" squeaked Paul, almost unable to talk.
"Well you can if you really want, but you must undress
first." Barbara offered.
"What you mean I can see your tits if I take all my cloths
off?" Asked Paul who couldn't quite believe what was
happening. "You're prepared to actually let me see them,
err.. like you'll take your blouse and um err.. bra off and
let me "
"Only if you want to." Barbara cut off Paul's mumblings "If
you want to all you need do is take off all your cloths"
Barbara had hardly finished when Paul began to shed his
cloths. Off came his tee shirt, his shoes and then he undid
his jeans and removed them along with his underpants and
socks. He had never undressed so quickly. His young prick
stood up hard pointing away from his body.
Barbara looked at the adolescent boy and grinned to herself.
She could have quite a bit of fun this evening. "You
haven't answered my question yet, do you really want to see
my tits?" She teased him.
"Yes please, I've taken my cloths off, please let me see
them." Paul almost begged.
Barbara slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, and then she
pulled it out the waistband of her skirt. As Barbara opened
her blouse Paul could see her cleavage and the white lacy
bra that held the objects of his desire. Barbara removed
her blouse and reached behind her for the catch of her bra.
She undid it but kept her bra in place. She brought her
hands round to the front and held the cups of her bra in her
hands. Slowly, ever so, slowly Barbara reviled her breasts
to the goggle eyed Paul.
Paul had only seen pictures of tits before, but now here
were a pair of beauties right before his eyes. They were
firm, with no overhang, fairly large with dark brown nipples
pointing forward and upwards at him as he stood looking at
them.
"Would you like to touch them?" Barbara asked.
"Can, can I really?" Paul didn't believe what was
happening. As he moved forward to where Barbara was sitting
she guided him between her legs. Paul leant forward and
tentatively reached out and touched one of Barbara's tits.
"Go on, they don't bite you know." Urged Barbara, "Haven't
you touched a girl's boobs before?" She quizzed him.
"Nnno" Was all Paul could manage as Barbara took hold of
his very hard prick.
Paul put his other hand on Barbara's other tit and began
exploring the soft feeling of her firm breasts. Barbara
began to slowly stoke Paul's prick. "Stop it I'm going to "
Was all Paul managed to say before he came all over
Barbara's bare legs and the sofa.
"Well!" Scolded Barbara, "You don't seem to have much
control do you?" She added, sounding rather cross. "I
think I'd better teach you a lesson for coming so quickly.
Get over my knee, I'm going to smack your bottom for you."
Paul was unable to think straight. He still had his hands
on Barbara's tits, she had just bought him off, now she was
telling him she was going to spank him. He didn't move, he
couldn't move he was too shocked.
"Come on, over my knee. NOW!" said Barbara firmly.
Paul obeyed and draped himself over Barbara's cum soaked
legs. Barbara positioned Paul just as she wanted him, with
his cock hanging between her thighs and his bottom well
presented. Barbara began to slowly smack his backside. She
didn't smack too hard or too fast, she wanted to savour the
moment of having a male at her disposal. As the spanking
progressed Paul's bottom began to get red and sore. He soon
began to gasp and wiggle as each smack rained down on his
bare backside. Despite the tenderness in his backside
Paul's young prick soon returned to it hardened state as it
rubbed between Barbara's thighs.
After about twenty smacks Barbara thought she had better
stop, as she wanted her game to go on for the rest of the
evening. "Ok you can get up know." She instructed the
youngster draped over her knee. "Go and fetch a cloth to
clean me up."
Paul stood up and, with his erect cock again sticking up,
went upstairs to fetch a cloth. As he left the room Barbara
shouted after him "Don't rub your bottom, or anything else,
and be quick!" Once Paul was out of the lounge Barbara
picked up her blouse and put it back on but left her bra
off.
When Paul came back into the room he was at first
disappointed to find Barbara's breasts covered up, but a
quick inspection told him she had not replaced her bra.
Paul could quite clearly see the dark ring of Barbara's
nipples through the material of her blouse.
"Come on clean all that sticky cum off my legs." Barbara
instructed Paul. Paul set to work with the cloth on
Barbara's thighs. "If you are good," Barbara said "I might
let you see my boobs again later. Would you like that?"
"Yes" replied Paul still a bit unsure of what was going on,
"Yes, I would like to see them again, and I'll try and be
good." He added not really knowing what 'being good' meant.
"OK, now here are my rules." Barbara said, "You will have
to remain naked for the rest of the evening and serve me
drinks and something to eat. You'll have to do what ever I
say, and then IF you're good I'll let you have another look
at my boobs. Do you agree?"
"Yes ok" Paul meekly agreed, he really wanted another look
and maybe another touch of Barbara's magnificent tits, he
reasoned it would be worth being nude and serving this
lovely seventeen year old for another couple of hours.
For over an hour Paul served Barbara brining her drinks and
bits of food, and turning the television over. Between
tasks Barbara made him stand in the corner, sometimes facing
the wall sometimes facing into the room.
"OK is payment time." Said Barbara, "I can see your still
aroused so I'm going to smack your bottom before we start
this time. Come on over my knees with you."
Paul draped himself over Barbara's thighs. Again she
positioned him so that his cock has between her thighs,
having to use her hand to his erect member where she wanted
it. Slowly and methodically Barbara rained smack after
smack on Paul's young naked bottom until it was evenly red.
She must have landed some thirty smacks on his young cheeks
before she was satisfied. All the time she was rubbing his
prick between her smooth thighs.
"Right up you get, let's see if that will help to control
you." Barbara at last instructed Paul, "Stand there, in
front of me."
Paul eased himself up off of Barbara's thighs and stood
where Barbara had indicated. He wasn't sure that the effect
of being over her thighs had done anything to calm him down,
if anything the effect of Barbara's thighs had made him even
more excited. Barbara slowly undid her blouse and eased it
off of her shoulders. Paul reached out to take hold of the
beautiful pair of tits on offer to him.
Barbara took hold of Paul's hard prick and pulled him closer
between her legs. As she stroked his dick she rubbed her
thighs up and down Paul's legs. The feeling of the tits in
his hand and Barbara's hand on his dick soon had Paul
nearing another climax. He tried to pull away but Barbara
wrapped her legs behind him. All too soon Paul lost the
battle to control himself and spurted onto Barbara's tits.
"You haven't learned much have you?" Barbara accused the
young boy. "I would have thought that spanking I gave you
would have been sufficient, obviously not. Come on back
over my knee like the naughty little boy you are."
"But, but I can't help it, I tried to stop you, please
Barbara." Paul pleaded; his bottom was already quite sore.
"I said over my knee, it's for your own good in the long
run." Insisted Barbara, "You must learn how to control your
self."
Reluctantly Paul draped himself over Barbara's legs. Again
she positioned him so that his cock was trapped between her
thighs. Barbara looked down at Paul's red bottom and almost
took pity on him. "No," she thought to herself, "I can't
smack his bottom any more, I want to make him want to do
this again. I'll have to smack him lower down". Barbara
took aim at the top of Paul's thighs and began to smack a
new area.
As her smacks began to slowly rain down on Paul's thighs he
wriggled and kicked his legs apart giving Barbara a good
view of his puckered anus. As his legs spread Barbara could
get at the inside of his thighs giving her another new area
to smack.
After thirty or so smacks had landed on the back and inside
of Paul's thighs he was beginning to sob. Barbara realised
she had better stop and began to run her hand over Paul's
red bottom and thighs. She could feel the heat from his
well-smacked flesh; she could also feel his young prick
beginning to harden. She wondered if she could make him cum
again before his parents came home. To help things along
she decided to continue to gently rub his bottom and between
his legs.
Paul began to relax and enjoy the felling of Barbara's hand
on his neither regions. He could feel his prick hardening
between Barbara's thighs; he didn't care now what she did to
him.
"Ok, sit up on my legs." Barbara said to Paul.
Paul gently raised himself from over Barbara's thighs and
lowered his tender bottom onto her thighs.
"No, silly," Barbara quipped, as Paul sat sideways on her
thighs. "Sit facing me with your legs either side of my
thighs."
In order to achieve the required position Paul had to kneel
up across Barbara's thighs. In this position his prick was
actually touching her breasts. Barbara wrapped her hand
around Paul's hard dick and began to gently run it against
her tits. Barbara placed her other hand behind Paul on his
bottom.
"Please Barbara", whimpered Paul, "you'll make me cum
again".
"That's ok", Barbara assured him, "this time I wont smack
you afterwards".
Paul relaxed at this news and let himself cum between
Barbara's tits. Even though he was young he only came a
small amount, but it was the third time that evening.
Barbara let Paul rest against her for a while then decided
they had better tidy themselves up. "Come on, it's time to
get dressed," said Barbara, "your parents will be home
shortly. I don't think they had better find you naked."
Paul got up off Barbara's legs, took one last look at her
lovely tits as she wiped his cum off of them and began to
get dressed. "Oh well," he thought to himself, "I wanted to
see how many times I could cum this evening. I suppose
three is a fair number in about two hours. But playing with
Barbara's tits was much better that looking at pictures in a
magazine even it has cost me a sore backside.
When Paul's parents arrived home they wanted to know if he
had behaved himself and if Barbara would mind coming round
every two weeks or so.
"Oh, he's been Ok", replied Barbara "I wouldn't mind coming
round again, as long as he behaves like he has done
tonight." She added smiling at Paul.
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