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Opis ebooka Lingerie Model - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne

A Vintage Erotic Novel Involving a Sexy and Seductive Girl, Full of Sexual Adventures, Surprises and Twists.

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Lingerie Model

CHAPTER ONEThe city skyline at twilight was always something to see. The tall buildings impressed into a darkening blue sky, their lights first twinkling on, created the impression of huge cocks trying to fuck into the sky. The lights looked like freckles on the phallic spires.Gail Warren stood at the window of her eastside apartment, staring out at the skyline. There was a natural curve to the city shoreline which allowed her to see the skyline, even though she was on the same side of the river. She could also see the three bridges spanning the river, leading to other boroughs, as well as to the suburbs, where she had lived all of her eighteen years. But now she was free, unshackled from the hick village where she had lived very unhappily for one of those years.On her eighteenth birthday, Gail had come into a modest inheritance given to her by a late, great-grandmother. It was enough money to buy some decent clothing, move to the city, and pay the rent on this modest apartment for at least three years. Kissing her parents and younger sister goodbye, Gail had hurriedly left. It wasn't as if she'd gone to the other side of the world. The city was only an hour away from the village where she'd been born and brought up.Wearing only a maroon bathrobe, Gail stood at the window, staring out at the skyline. She had a stunningly beautiful face, and for most of her high-school life she had been cold and reserved toward most of the boys she'd dated. She had been voted Miss Frigid the year she had been graduated from high-school.Long, soft, tumbling waves of medium brown hair fell down her back to her waist. She had naturally thin eyebrows above large, wide brown eyes. Her nose was short, upturned, and looked like something carefully molded by Cellini. And she had full, ripe, red lips. Her cheeks were smooth. She had never had a pimple anywhere on her body. Her flesh looked milk-white all over. She didn't believe in allowing the summer sun to ruin her complexion.Gail was five feet four inches tall, with a slender, nubile body. Her white flesh stretched tightly over her frame, showing off every curve, every twist, every dip, every swell to perfection. She had large breasts, a little too large for her lithe shape, and the muscles in them had been highly developed. They stood up amazingly well without a bra. Her waist was a narrow twenty inches, and her hips were a full thirty-seven inches.Despite being voted Miss Frigid, Gail was erotically mature. Until her junior year in high school, she had satisfied her cravings with her fingertip against her clitoris. She was willing to bet she came more often than any girl in her class. She simply hadn't needed a man to do it.It was in her junior year that she met Bill Barth, the handsome, rugged senior. He had muscles all over his body, though the muscles didn't bulge. His nose was slightly twisted, being broken when he'd played football, and he had black curly hair. At first, Barth was like all the other boys, taking her out to try and make her. It had taken all her willpower to resist. But when she became a senior, and Barth had started his first year at the nearby local university, things had changed. He claimed he had too much respect for him to fool around with her, while she had become anxious to have him fuck her. Somehow, Barth remained adamant, even though he did touch her body all over, making her feel heated and chilled at the same time.Having taken shopping trips to the big city, Gail had become enamored of it, and she was determined to live and work there once school was finished. Barth had begged her to wait until he'd finished college and went to work for his father, who owned half the city's mid-town parking garages. Gail told him she would be willing, provided he did something to satisfy her carnal hungers. But Bill Barth insisted she was not to be touched between her thighs until she was his wife.Disgusted with Bill's attitude, Gail, on her eighteenth birthday, had gone to the city, found a small studio apartment on the eastside, and had signed a lease, paying the first and last month's rent in advance. It was a three-year lease, which was something most people didn't get. The landlord, a fat, hungry, evil-looking man, had all but drooled when she'd signed. He was also the superintendent, and he let all his female tenants know he was available at any time for any kind of service. Some few women were actually intimidated by him and let him fuck them, which encouraged him to be more bold with the other women. But he was smart enough not to push too hard.Work was something else. Gail hadn't found a decent job, yet. She had no experience, and though she'd studied typing and shorthand, all the large city offices wanted experienced girls.It was a Sunday evening, and she had just showered, which was why she was wearing the robe. Winter would soon hit the city. One could feel the nippiness in the chill Autumn air.The phone rang. She answered it and heard Bill Barth's voice on the other end."Hi," he told her. "I just finished working in Pop's big midtown place. How would you like to go out for supper?""No, I've already eaten," she told him. "But after you finish eating, you can stop up for a while.""Sure thing," he agreed, and hung up.God! Gail thought. I have to get laid. I need a good stiff cock inside me. Oh God! God! God! Here I am, eighteen years old and still a virgin. Well, tonight Bill Barth is going to fuck me.Two hours later, Gail heard her door buzzer sound. Still wearing the maroon robe, she let Bill in. She could see the mixture of gladness and surprise in his face. He hadn't expected her to greet him wearing only a robe. God! It just barely covered her wonderful, voluptuous body."Hi," she smiled, and her beauty seemed to light up the dim room. He noticed she had purposely left only one lamp on.This was her living room, her bedroom, her dining room, and her kitchen, all in one. It was a cozy little place, nice enough for a single person. She had gotten some secondhand furniture, and throw-rugs, and had created a warm, comfortable atmosphere.Staring at her, Bill felt more in love with her than ever, and because of it, had to repress the animal urges inside him."How about a drink?" she asked, walking to a kitchen cabinet and taking out a bottle."Okay," he nodded, already feeling himself beginning to perspire. God! She was a stunning sight, and he had to strain to keep himself under control. His eyes locked on her face, gazing at her with adoration."Have a seat." She waved to the sofa. "I'll bring it to you."She brought the drink to him and sat beside him, smiling. He took it, sipped it, and nodded, saying, "You always know how to make these things just right, don't you.""Well, you're the only one I ever made drinks for," she smiled, using a forefinger to curl his hair in front."I thought, when you left the village, you were mad at me," he told her, his eyes fastening on the white flesh below her throat as her robe opened a little. He could see the full white tops of her bouncing breasts. Each time she took a breath he could see them bobble, a little."Why should I be mad at you, Bill?" she asked."I don't know, Gail. I can't figure it out. It isn't as if I didn't respect you. I've always respected you."Gail was enjoying his obvious discomfort. The dumb jerk. He had respected her, all right. That was all he'd done. Oh sure, he had fondled her breasts, and he'd even sucked her nipples once, but he had abruptly stopped, acting ashamed of himself, as if he'd done something wrong. This from the stud who had laid more than twenty other girls in high school. What the hell was wrong with him? Was her cunt to be deprived of cock just because he wanted to go on "respecting her?""I think you're a little too involved in respecting me," she told him. "I'm flesh and blood, and not some piece of cold marble. I have as much right as anyone else to be fucked."As she talked, Gail allowed the front of her robe to fall open a bit more, allowing most of her right breast to be seen. Bill's cock began throbbing as it grew, and he fought to control the burning fires in his aching loins."Gail," he whispered in a low voice, his hand sliding behind her, intent on pulling her close so he wouldn't be able to see her breast. "You know I love you. In three years my father will make me a junior partner in his business. I'll have a lot of money. We can get married in style, and then I'll do whatever you want.""Three years?" She laughed softly. "And what am I supposed to do for those three years?"Bill tossed off his drink and put the glass down on the coffee table near the sofa. He was afraid to look into her eyes. How the hell could he tell her he was keeping hands off because he loved her?"Bill," she whispered, allowing herself to be brought close, her lips next to his. "I'm a woman who loves you.I want to be loved by you. I can't wait three years.""My God!" he gasped. "You aren't one of those cheap tarts. You're someone special. I love you, I worship you." He could feel his erection straining to break through his pants."You want me," she whispered, her hot breath playing across his lips. "You know it. You really want me."He could see her fingers moving slowly down along the silken robe covering her thighs. God! He did want her. He really wanted her. Why was she doing this to him? It was all he could do to keep from tearing her robe off and plunging his rampant cock into her virgin twat. Bitch! She knew the effect she was having on him. But he wouldn't be responsible for taking her cherry before marriage. That wasn't his way."Gail," he gasped, feeling the heat of her lips near his."Yes, Bill," she replied, her tongue licking out and lightly touching his lips."Y-you're beautiful ... and I love you.""I know you love me," she whispered, kissing his lips, lightly."Please, Gail, don't do this. My willpower's going. The girl I marry has to be a virgin.""Why?" she wanted to know, literally blowing the word heatedly into his mouth."Family tradition," he sighed."Does a piece of paper make that much difference?" she asked. "You know I love you. Does it matter whether you take my hymen now, or three years from now?""My God, I'm crazy about you," he gasped."That's a lovely thing to say," she cooed, her hand touching his.She knew she was getting to him. If she continued this way, she would soon have him doing exactly as she wished. Her damp, anxious vagina was aflame with desire for him. She could literally feel the burning lust burn its way through her body. And with'her hand covering his, she could feel that same lust being transmitted to him. She stared straight into his eyes, and whispered, "Come on, Bill. Do it! You know you want .to do it."Bill almost fell over at the contact of her hand against his. Christ! He actually felt a shock from the contact. Oh God!She's really asking for it," he thought. "Oh God!" he gasped aloud.He could feel her cool, tingling fingers tickling their way across the back of his hand. He wanted to pull his hand away, but couldn't. His hard cock was throbbing wildly. He wanted to tear that robe off her, throw her down on the couch, and fuck the pretty little ass off her. Shit! To hell with family tradition. If she could learn to fuck as well as she was beautiful, that would be all that would be needed. Christ! He wanted her.Gail could see him perspiring. More, she could tell he had come to her right after eating, not bothering to shower the grime from his body. Not that it bothered her. He smelled of good, honest labor, and she would have spread her thighs then and there, had she been certain he would have slammed his cock into her. Instead, she decided a hot shower would be just the thing to really sway him toward her. She would have offered to enter the shower with him, but she knew that would kill the magic."I have a wonderful idea," she whispered. "Why don't you take a quick warm shower. I'll bet your underwear is soaking with perspiration. I'll wash it in the bathroom sink while you shower. It'll only take a few minutes for everything to dry after I drape it over the radiator."Bill realized he was burning with anxiety for her in spite of his tiredness, yet she was right. He was hot, and sweaty, and tired. A man should never consider touching a woman when he's like that. Besides, taking a shower might give him a chance to cool off and regain the will power he was so swiftly losing. God! The sight of her was driving him crazy. In all the world there would never be a more beautiful girl than Gail.Before he could think of some kind of reply, she was up on her feet and tugging him by his arm. She pulled him off the sofa, strangely oblivious to the throbbing pipe of flesh pushing his crotch out. She guided him into the bathroom, pulled aside the shower curtain, set the shower dials, then turned to him and said, "I'll bring you some fresh towels. When you're out of your clothes and in the shower, I'll wash your underwear."Bill stood there, totally uncertain as to what to do as she brought the towels, then left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Opening the door a crack, he could see her taking his empty glass to the small kitchenette where she rinsed it out.God! Feeling the dampness from the shower, he realized he really did need to clean himself. He stripped off his clothes, letting everything fall into a heap on the floor, and stepped into the shower. His raging cock was free now, a reddish-purplish knob tipping a red stalk. He could see the knob was shining with its own secretions as more continued bubbling from the little slit. Not wanting it to fall on the bathroom floor, he hurriedly stepped into the shower, drawing the curtain tightly closed. He thought about jerking off in the shower to take the edge off his excitement, then he chastised himself for even thinking about such a thing. He hadn't pulled his meat for more than six years, now.The warm water ran down his body, front and back, enhancing the desire he felt inside. It ran all over him, splashing into his crotch, dripping all over his cock, soaking his balls. He quickly grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering his body. He lathered his cock all over, thinking if he should happen to shoot while soaping himself, he couldn't accuse himself of jerking off.Then he heard the bathroom door open, and suddenly he saw Gail's shadow against the shower curtain as she bent down to pick up his clothing. Then the shadow was gone, but so was his hard-on. The mere thought of her possibly peering in and seeing him holding his cock had so embarrassed him, the erection had abruptly gone down. Besides, suppose he had finished pulling on his prong. He would have shot all over her shower curtain, and she would have seen it another time.Shrugging, he finished lathering his body, then rinsed himself off. He heard her near the sink, washing his under things as she had promised. She was going to make a wonderful wife. But he didn't have the nerve to go out there while she was still in the bathroom. Then he saw her shadow on the shower curtain again, as she called out, "Bill, I just put your washed-out underwear on the radiator to dry. Are you finished?""Yeah," he called back, turning off the water.He stood there, his semi-erect cock still hanging in front of him. He hoped she wouldn't do something foolish, like pull back the curtain so she could see him naked."Here's a towel," she told him, and he saw her shadow stretch its arms to the top of the shower curtain. He caught the fluffy towel as it came over.Quickly, he rubbed his body, his movements slowing as he neared his groin. He didn't want to raise another erection. After drying off everything but the soles of his feet, he draped the towel around his waist, but his semi-swollen cock still managed to jut licentiously against the material, pushing it out. Stepping out of the shower, he was relieved to find Gail was no longer in the bathroom. He noted she had taken his shirt and pants, along with his shoes and socks.He found a comb and combed his tight hair into place, then opened the bathroom door. And there she was, standing there, still wearing nothing but a robe. He watched her eyes hungrily wander down to the bulge in the towel, and he could see her mind wondering what it looked like. Her breathing was heavy, and he sensed she had taken a drink herself."Come on," she whispered. "You can relax while everything dries."When he stepped into the room, he noticed she had opened the sofa into a bed. He stood there, watching her still stare at his cock, and he realized if he tried hiding it, he would look very foolish. But he felt so exposed, because his cock had hardened again, and it was throbbing, and the pulsations were visible even through the towel. God! God! What was the matter with him? Why couldn't he control himself?He could feel his blood racing through his body, rumbling in his ears, his mind racing with his blood as he felt his emotions run the gamut from despair to ecstasy, and back again."...like to rest for a while," her voice said, coming through the throbbing in his head. "You worked hard all day and you must be tired."She took his arm, her fingers cool against his flesh, and led him into the room. Gently, she pushed him backward until he literally fell down on the bed, its inviting softness making him realize how tired he really was."Want a rundown?" she asked."D'you mean a massage?" Bill asked, realizing his face was reddening at the thought of this lovely girl putting her hands on his body."That's exactly what I mean." Gail nodded, and suddenly her robe opened, and the full meaning of her words hit him.God! He was staring at those full breasts, those white melons with the light-tan nipples and the large, very tight aureoles. They were the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. This was the fourth time he was looking at them, and he was no less amazed now than before at how solidly they stood up. But this was the first time he had glimpsed her body below the waist, and the sight almost caused his eyes to literally jump out of his head. Her white belly with the dimpled navel was wonderfully flat, and everything seemed to point to the light-brown bush covering her mons veneris. The growth was thick and lush, though when she parted her thighs, even from this angle, half lying on his back, he could see there was no hair around her pink pussylips. The pubic pout looked wonderfully desirable, and he knew he'd never seen anything quite so lovely on any other woman. He could see the rich coral slit between her pink lips, noting the way the soft curling brown hair above seemed to form a protective umbrella over everything. The white flesh of her inner thighs were columns leading into the pink wetness, the flesh, firm and taut.Gail moved closer, standing right next to the supine Bill, making no attempt to close her robe, allowing his eyes to remain locked on her throbbing cunt while her own eyes remained locked on the swelling under the towel around his waist. She wanted him to be insane with lust for her. God! She could see he had a long cock, but she wanted it longer and thicker, until it was almost ready to burst. She wanted him so hungry for her, he would not only rape her, but never regret it, afterward. More important, she was certain, once his cock buried itself in her steaming cunt, he would come back for more and more, and never be able to let go of her.Gail could feel her own hot vaginal oil begin to seep into the rich pink folds of her vagina's lips. She was ready for his cock, but she had to make sure he was ready for her. Fully aware he was far more experienced than she, knowing there would be some pain when he broke her hymen she still wanted to feel the joys of her clasping cunt lips around his rampaging cock. It was nearly time to give herself to him. Flaming, lust-maddened desire was working its way through her.Pushing Bill farther onto the bed, she made him stretch his legs out. He, embarrassed, turned on his stomach, pressing his swollen dork between his belly and the mattress, with the towel still in-between. The rest of the towel was tightly wrapped around his ass as her fingers began kneading and pressing his back muscles. God! He was a strong one, all right. She kneaded very gently, touching here and there with soft fingertips, enjoying his moans of rapture. Her long, slender fingers ran up and down the flesh on his back, making loving little circles, the deep brown of his body a strong contrast to the white of her hands. Neither of them said anything at this point. Gail knew words might break the spell, and Bill couldn't think of a thing to say.And then Bill felt a new pressure on the bed as Gail joined him on the mattress, one of her knees moving between his thighs as she leaned over his back, her wonderful fingers continuing their pleasurable massage. He felt another new sensation as the silky material of her robe brushed his thighs, the wispy contact so totally different from the gentle pressure of her fingers.He almost jumped when he felt the next sensation. His body shuddered lustfully as she slid back a bit, while sitting on one of his thighs, letting her soft, wet cunt lips suck on his flesh, while her wispy pubic hair tickled him. Warm explosions of wanton excitement trammeled their way through him as the hot lower lips lightly grazed his sensitive flesh, moving back and forth, leaving beads of vaginal seepage on his flesh.What's the matter with me? Bill asked himself. Why am I allowing her to degrade herself this way? He felt his heart pounding madly as his loins began heaving and rolling in response to her vaginal pressure. His hard cock seemed to be stiffening even more, if such a thing were possible. It wildly throbbed and pulsated as he pounded his fists into the mattress to keep himself from yelling out his passions.The licentiously teasing brown-haired girl wore a tight smile on her stunning face as Bill began responding to the movements of her body. Her robe was totally open now, her full, taut orbs swaying in a tight little circle over his towel-covered ass. Her nipples were filled with blood, rigid and extended. She was almost fully out of her mind with her need for him. Funny little tingles in her slit let her know her clitoris was hard and throbbing, just like his cock. It seemed to extend out all by itself, moving aside the protective folds of pink tissue, straining to touch the tan flesh of Bill's thigh.He's not quite ready, she gasped to herself. Not yet, not yet, uuunnnhhh! Goddd!Her entire body was a pyre of living flame. She was burning up and felt she would soon be utterly consumed by the blistering fire seeping through her seething cunt. It was reaching up into the farthest corners of her brain.Not yet, she thought. Not yet. God, let me hold out just a little bit longer, to make sure he's ready. Please, please, please!She felt as if her eyes were boring into the back she was massaging. Her mind tried to imagine how it would feel to have his wonderful, thick, blood-swollen shaft buried in her seething cunt. She could picture it sliding into her flaming pussy, thick cords of veins swollen as blood pumped into the millions of tiny sacs, running up to the huge dome, thick, magenta, with a velvety feel to it. She was certain the head of the cock would feel like velvet. After having seen pictures of it, she was sure the texture would be unlike any other part of the male body. The tip would be soaking wet, covered with his own viscous dampness, while the hot point, once inside her, would swell and throb until it shot that funny-looking white stuff into her. She had seen pictures of women with the stuff smeared all over their mouths, loving the taste of it. It made her wonder just what the jizz tasted like. Well hell, she would soon find out. Once she convinced Bill to take her cherry, she would be able to convince him to fuck her in all her holes.Saliva filled her mouth as she imagined how tasty it must be. God! Yes! She wanted the cock in her mouth as well as in her cunt. Yes, yes, it would all be so wonderful.Her body was suddenly flung off his, dumped unceremoniously onto her back. Then he rose over her, using his hands to pull her robe aside so he could look at her all the better. She made no move whatsoever to cover her body, leaving her full tits and sopping pussy totally exposed to his anxious eyes. She shut her eyes, feeling hot, wet pulsations in her anxious pussy, the smooth, never-touched inner walls rubbing together in their virgin tightness as her pubes writhed in anxious anticipation.Jesus! She felt like reaching up with her hand and grabbing under that towel, feeling what it was like to hold a hot, hard cock in her hand. But the warning voice in her mind told her to go very slowly.