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Opis ebooka Nadine's Naughty Panties - Adult Erotica - Sand Wayne

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

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Nadine's Naughty Panties

CHAPTER ONEIt was the oddest feeling. Here I was, a man who only went for girls. Any size, shape, color, age, but girls! And yet I could feel that tremendous trip hammer of a cock poking its way into me, pushing me out of shape, stretching me thin as a condom. That throbbing, thumping thud bludgeon was driving me right up Nadine's twittering twat.Lovely Nadine of the long blonde hair. Nadine of twenty unblemished summers, Nadine of the body built for bundling, lovely sylph of heart shaped face and cock raising smile! Nadine of arrogant aureoles firmly skyward pointing at the end of those lovely ski jump slopes. Ah Nadine! Her lovely, thin waisted, all-systems-go body was trembling, thrumming like a well-tuned viola as she turned on with the thrill drill that was forcing me up her rosy lipped cunt, up her dew flushed vagina to ram me, stretched and panting against the fibrillation of her surprised cervix. For one moment both Nadine and I thought that rampant ram slammer would drive me right into her womb.She gasped, trembled uncontrollably for a moment, then clenched her legs in a frantic effort to keep that flaming phallus from driving still another inch into her quivering quiff.And there was I right in the middle, getting it from both ends, stretched to the breaking point as I reveled in the trimmest, juiciest, tightest twat I'd seen in over a year. Ain't science wonderful?It was odd not to have arms or legs or, strictly speaking, any body at all. It was crazier, too, the way it had all happened. But when a man's dying, what can he lose? And if this was life after death, man, was I ever living!Well, a dirty old man has the same business on his mind as a young one. The only trouble is, when you're eighty it isn't liable to get anywhere besides your mind. But besides being a dirty old man, I was also a very rich old man.It didn't cramp my style to send the gardener's lovely little eighteen year old to a decent school and have her teeth straightened and do a few more things to bring her promise into full bloom. At the time, of course, I never even had a hope of seeing myself eight inches inside that blossom.Sometimes, when a man's eighty, he can't sleep very well. Some men count sheep. I've never cared for boys or sheep; I used to count girls. Usually, by the time I got past the first hundred, I would drop off. And this didn't even get me out of college. Goddamn-some of the flat heeled extra solar ecology majors I used to buff in those days!By the time I was forty, I had a preliminary screening system worked out. As long as a man can afford steak, why eat hamburger?It's funny though. Little Nadine turned out to be something even harder to find than a lovely clean-cut little girl with a tight little virginal ass. She was a girl who really appreciated what I had done for her. When I turned eighty-five and was having quite a time getting in and out of bed, lovely Nadine, she of the long blonde hair and the ravishing rump, became my nurse.Tis a sad end we must all come to. Lovely Nadine in her tight fitting micro mini nurse's uniform used to help me in and out of bed. Each time she bent over me those lovely brown-nippled ski jump thirty-fours threatened to escape from the low-cut square neck of her dress.Nadine was a child, wise beyond her years. She knew how harmless I was. It cost her nothing to bend a little closer, and she enjoyed the gleam that came to my watery old-man's eyes when a tit accidentally brushed my wrinkled face. She didn't wear a bra; she didn't need one.But, man, how I needed little Nadine! Old and near death as I was, her trim little ass dancing across the room could still bring a nostalgic twinge as my tired old crotch tried to remember an erection.One day when I was feeling especially low-one of those dreary days when I began to suspect I would never see the spring sun shine again-Nadine came in with my pills and plumped pillows for a while. "Feeling bad today, Mr. Gast? " she asked.I grunted and silently wished I could get this dreary business of dying over with. The next time I opened my eyes, Nadine was locking the door. She shed her white micro mini nurse's uniform. Beneath it she wore wispy panty hose too sheer to hide the dark blonde pubic patch below her baby fatted tummy. Humming, she skipped about the room straightening up, giving me those lovely jiggling jugs from every edible angle.Blood pulsed through my tired old arteries. I felt magically lifted from my depression. For one breathless moment I even thought I had the beginnings of my first hard-on in ten years.Nadine saw me watching. She came to the bed and helped slide me up on my pillow again. This time her bare tits rubbed my face. I breathed deeply. Nadine got me arranged in the bed, then she climbed up and straddled me, kneeling where she could sway back and forth with those lovely brown-nippled tits just brushing my lips. Feebly, I snapped at them. She stopped and allowed my withered lips to capture one lovely nipple.It was wonderful."Poor Mr. Gast," she crooned, "You've been so nice. I'd do anything to make you happy."Within moments my old man's memory of passion was spent. Nadine saw I was tired. She made me comfortable. Dozing off, I dimly sensed her slipping back into her uniform before she left the room.Thanks to lovely, kindhearted, bouncy assed little Nadine, my dreams were pleasant that night. It's funny about an old man's dreams-the way they can skip over seventy years and go right back to those golden days when every experience was new. But then, every man remembers his first fuck. How many can remember the twentieth?That night I dreamed of Rosalie-answer to a stiff pricked eighteen year old's wet dream. That had been back about the turn of the century or a little later, I guess. Maybe 2005. We still lived in a big, old-fashioned house on an artificial island ninety miles off the old California coast. This was before the water breathers from Antares landed the big contract that changed all the coastlines to something more practical.But Rosalie-Now, of course, I realize what that lovely ass in the too tight maid's uniform was doing around our house. Now I can understand why Dear Old Dad was always so bent out of shape. But then ... Rosalie had tucked me in every night for as long as I could remember. It wasn't her job, but Nanny was getting old, and there was some kind of tacit agreement between Nanny and Rosalie that as long as Rosalie helped the old woman out and let her get off to bed early with her double toddy there would be no interference in whatever else was going on.Rosalie must have been pushing thirty the year I started noticing tits and asses. I guess my noticing was pretty obvious."You goin' t'sleep good t'night?" Rosalie asked as she tucked me in.I took a deep breath and looked down the neck of Rosalie's uniform, wondering if the nipples on those chocolate-brown bazooms would be black or purple. "I don't think I can sleep very good," I complained. "Could you put another blanket on me?""Land sakes, chile, it's hot tonight. "You want to suffocate?"If I could do it between those brown tits it wouldn't be bad. Rosalie got the blanket and gave me another glimpse as she bent to spread it over me. "Y'all right now?""Not really," I complained. "Maybe you better take the blanket off."Rosalie smiled a secret little smile and bent over again. "Land sakes!" she exclaimed. "Mister Kelly gonna sleep in a tent tonight?"I could feel my eager, untested cock pushing the covers. Gently, Rosalie peeled back the blanket. "Now what on earth's that?" she wondered."I can't help it, Rosalie.""You can't?""No.""What you think makes it do that?""I don't know. But it happens every time you stoop over."Like now? " Rosalie bent over farther until I could look damn near to her navel.My breath caught, and I felt the little preliminary thrill, that same feeling that usually ended in sudden wakefulness and sticky pajamas. I'd stopped wearing tops a few weeks ago when I discovered a few coarse hairs on my chest. Now Rosalie's brown hand was gently tugging at the bow knot in my bottoms. I lay transfixed, not daring to believe what was happening. Somewhere in the back of my mind I couldn't shake the thought that this was all a dream, that any moment now I'd wake up with the solution in hand. Perhaps, if I lay perfectly still, held my breath, didn't move a muscle ... Why did I always have to wake up just when these dreams were getting good?This was the best one yet. Rosalie in her trim white uniform just like Nadine's. Now I knew what had inspired me to have lovely blonde Nadine dress that way!But Rosalie's gentle brown hand had untied the bow knot. My eager cock forced the pajamas open. Why couldn't it stand still and rigid like the rest of me, instead of throbbing, thumping, jerking upright with each heartbeat, threatening at any instant to end this delicious dream in another hasty trip to the bathroom?"Rosalie, please!" I whispered. How could she just stay there smiling, bending over me, watching and waiting for my shame to explode?But still, this was the farthest any dream had ever progressed. Never before had Rosalie untied my pajamas. Usually in my dreams, Rosalie danced around in some improbable costume-or she was so absorbed in reading or sewing she never noticed my daring hands exploring the shape, the feel, the firmness of those unbelievable man-magnets that made her simple white uniform so seductively erectile.Now Rosalie was feeling me! Rigid with disbelief, willing, praying not to wake up, not to explode, I felt Rosalie's gentle brown hand closing around the head of my throbbing cock. Ooooooooohhhh Jesus, did it ever feel good! Rosalie was squeezing just as I did when I first learned how to fuck my fist. But did she have to squeeze so goddamn hard?Rosalie's gentle brown fist was squeezing, clenching, pressing, strangling my struggling cock. Goddamn it, she was hurting! This was no dream. Rosalie was really here. She had her hand on my cock and she was squeezing the life out of it!"Ow!" I yelled. "Rosalie, stop it!"Rosalie gave my cock a final squeeze, dug a fingernail in its throbbing purple head, and let go. My wrecked erection dwindled ignominiously. My cock shriveled down to the little-boy's tally whacker it usually was. Goddamn! I hadn't counted on pain like this, hut suddenly I realized my dream had come true. Lovely brown-titted Rosalie had played with my cock, and it hadn't gone off in her hand. Suddenly, I dared hope. I knew all about fucking, of course. The only thing I didn't know was how any man could possibly control himself long enough to get his cock into a lovely young woman's cunt. Or an old woman's for that matter.Just the thought of such a deliciously impossible experience was enough to put my eager erection teetering over a chasm of orgasm. But Rosalie had put her hand on my gun, and it hadn't gone off. Could I actually get it in her? Would there be time for one delicious lunge?Would Rosalie let me? I still couldn't believe what had just happened. Was Rosalie playing games with a little boy, or would she let me prove I was a man? Whatever she planned on doing seemed to involve taking off her uniform.I'd seen Rosalie's lithe, bikini-clad body tearing across the pool on occasion, but somehow, seeing her bend over, cross her hands, straighten suddenly and whip that skimpy white dress over her head-wow! Acres of suddenly exposed brown skin. Lovely, taut muscled young body, not a scar or blemish on it. Dear Old Dad knew how to pick them.I wondered if I dared to grab a handful. If I touched one of those tender tits, would Rosalie stop undressing? Would I go off? My cock was throbbing again. A tiny clear drop formed at its tip. That young hog snorter was as hot to trot as if Rosalie hadn't just squeezed it within a tortured inch of its life. Hell, even if Rosalie let me, I'd never get it in.She'd been wearing one of those new spray-on bras that came out just that year. When she peeled off the transparent film, I couldn't understand why she bothered. Her twin volcanoes still stood just as rampantly upright without that molecule-thick support. I reached for one. Rosalie smiled that same secret smile and danced out of reach.For one horrible moment, I was afraid she'd get mad and put her clothes back on, but while I stared at those superb brown tits, trying to decide if her nipples were black or purple, Rosalie began a slow, sensuous slide out of her panty hose.I just gave up and relaxed. Hell, I'd never get it into that unbelievably fuckable brown body. The first time she came within a yard of me, I'd explode like some un-likely fountain, firing gallons of come from my eyes, from my ears-Things like this didn't happen anyhow. This had to be a dream.Believing that, I felt the throbbing ache lessen slightly. This, I later learned, was the essence of Life, religious conversion, or anything else. Just give up and take what comes. Surprisingly nice things come to the one who doesn't try too hard.The nicest thing at the moment was Rosalie's firm, brown body. She climbed onto the bed beside me. After a moment I relaxed, accepted the fact that a lovely naked woman was actually here, in my bed where I had burned in solitary ardor night after frustrated night.Rosalie kicked and the blankets fell to the floor. She tugged gently. Finally I came to, raised my ass, and felt my pajama bottoms sliding the rest of the way off. We lay facing one another, inches apart. My cock was throbbing, twitching, jerking. Rosalie moved imperceptibly closer and its tip began tracing slippery little snail tracks up and down her fine, firm belly. It was too much.I was going to come. I knew I was going to come. I wondered if Rosalie knew about coming. Could I possibly explain to her that it didn't matter, that I'd be ready again within five minutes? Maybe the second time around my diddle-hungry dick wouldn't be quite so hair triggered. Maybe I could even get it in!I was starting to explain all this to Rosalie when suddenly I felt her brown fist squeezing my apprentice ass jammer again. She was pressing my hard-on to death, mashing, squashing like some mad milkmaid with one fist while her other hand drove thumb and fingernail pincers into my tightly stretched foreskin. It was agony. But I didn't want to stop. If Rosalie's educated hands wanted to torture me, I wanted to suffer. Forgetting the stabbing pain in my cock, I buried my face in Rosalie's tits.Like a hog rooting for truffles, I licked, kissed, nibbled, got my mouth over one purple-black nipple and, amazed, felt it swell like a miniature cock as my tongue ran round it. Squirming, I got another nipple in my ear. Moaning my delight, I cuddled, caressed, ran my eager hands over Rosalie's tits, delighted in the originality of my invention. Surely nobody had ever done this before. I decided to call it 'telephoning'. I knew nobody had ever done it before because it was impossible for anyone even to come close to this without exploding in a supernova orgasm. Suddenly I realized Rosalie's hands were no longer torturing my limber dick. And I hadn't come!Finally I satisfied my curiosity about Rosalie's firm, fuck-provoking tits. I became so blase sometimes that I could keep my hands, my face, my mouth off them for ten seconds at a time! Gently, Rosalie caught my ears and drew my face to hers. We drifted together and gently bumped noses. Finally I got it through my head that you have to turn a little out of line to kiss. Just as I was getting the hang of it, Rosalie's tongue invaded me. I was so startled I almost bit if off. Then, feeling that smooth muscle sliding gently in and out of me, I experienced a brand new turn-on. My tortured tool revived and began stabbing blindly at Rosalie's firm belly.A hand captured my cock before the erection was complete. Though my gash rammer struggled to grow, Rosalie's merciless fist frustrated it. It hurt so good I couldn't wilt. And yet it hurt just enough so I couldn't come, either. I was starting to hurt all over, aching from asshole to belly button, even my neck and shoulders aching from the strain of holding myself in. "Please, Rosalie, I whispered, "Let me come.""Me first," Rosalie said with a grin. It was the first I'd ever heard of women doing that kind of thing. I was so astonished that for a moment my standpipe started to sit. Rosalie's skilled hand let go.Her other hand pulled mine from its automatic exploration of her tender tits and guided it down past her deep navel, across the smoothly swelling expanse of her belly, guided my fascinated fingers through the crisp black wool on her mons veneris, through her lush pubic patch down to man's best friend.Rosalie's tits, her tender tongue had so fascinated me I'd actually forgotten about exploring cunt country. Goddamn, it wasn't where I'd thought it would be at all!When a man has a hard-on, his cock stands straight out. I'd always assumed all he had to do was walk straight into a woman and they'd snap together like two space ships docking. My frantic fumbling hands poked through Rosalie's crisp pubic patch hunting a hole that wasn't there. I remembered a hoary joke about the man who went to hell and found the hell of it was that none of the women had any holes.Then, finally, my desperate digit found the upper end of her clit-slit. Barely in time! I'd been so frightened at the prospect of Rosalie not having a cunt that my cringing cock drooped lifeless. Now, running an exploring finger down the delicious damp, I felt it revive. Now what the hell was that little bump? Whatever it was, Rosalie moaned and giggled and opened her legs slightly so I could rub it again. When her clitoris was swollen firm and marble hard like the nipples on her well-kissed tits, my exploring fingers sought new worlds to conquer.Finally I found it; warm, juicy, deep, inviting. My probing finger couldn't find bottom even when Rosalie spread her legs to make it easy. I got so interested in the job I squirmed around until I was peeking straight up Rosalie's rosy gash. It looked good enough to eat.My God, what kind of unnatural freak was I? People made jokes about sucking somebody's ass, and here for a moment I'd actually been thinking about doing it! I wondered what Rosalie would have done if I'd planted my lips over that firm little knob in the middle of her slit and run my tongue up and down it the way I was tempted. Probably she'd scream and kick and somebody would come bursting through that door, and then-It was too horrible even to think about.Instead, I kissed her crisp pubic patch, ran a burning line of kisses up her firm belly, stopped to auger my tongue into Rosalie's bottomless navel, then kissed my way up the underside of one of Rosalie's tits.Rosalie laughed and squirmed. Her endless brown legs clamped in a scissors hold around my waist and prevented me from climbing her lovely frame any farther. We wrestled playfully, and between tit tonguings I swapped tongues again with lovely Rosalie. Squirming and sliding our skins together like amorous snakes, we learned the ins and outs of each other's body. Just as I was beginning to accept the idea that I could wrestle with a lovely, firm bodied young woman without exploding gallons of come all over the place Rosalie augured a tongue into my ear.It was so unexpected. How was I to know what a woman's wiggly tongue would do to me? "Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me, " Rosalie was murmuring.I felt my rod starting to get out of hand. Goddamn, here it comes, I thought. Nothing could stop my spurting, squirting, hurting. Then, suddenly, Rosalie's educated fingernail did just that. She drove it like a spike into the crack just behind my balls. I would have yelled loud enough to bring the gatekeeper running if Rosalie's mouth hadn't fastened over mine just then.Finally, the spasm passed. Guided unobtrusively by Rosalie's knees and elbows, I found myself getting into what I learned some years later is called "missionary" position. Kneeling between Rosalie's thighs, I wasn't worried now about coming before I could get it in. My problem was finding enough hard-on to keep it from bending double.Rosalie wiggled her belly and worked her legs. I felt warm dewy cuntlips closing over the head of my bedraggled blunderbuss. Slowly, gently, Rosalie's capable cunt drew my frazzled phallus into her. Sucked it in. For a moment I lay immobile, resting on my elbows, savoring the feel of firm brown tits rubbing my chest, nipples rubbing little circles on me each time Rosalie breathed.She moved, and I felt her tight twat sliding down my dong, pulling, milking. By the time she had slid my cock halfway out in that delicious, impossibly prolonged stroke, my drooling dick was ready for action. Goddamn, was I ever ready! Ramming for home I could feel my mind splitting in two-one half living the pure physical pleasure of this sensual slide down into the secret depths of Rosalie's salacious slash, and all the time the other side of my mind was exulting in the knowledge that here, now, at long last I was fucking something better than my fist.I'm fucking! I wanted to yell it, proclaim to the world the simple animal pleasure of feeling my eager erection flog itself to death inside Rosalie's come drawing cunt. Any second now Rosalie's fingernail stabbed me again in that tender terminus between balls and asshole. I lunged, plumbed new depths in my eagerness to escape that drilling digit. I was up to the hilt, straining, feeling my prurient prostate gather forces for imminent explosion. But Rosalie's fingernail wouldn't let me back out for the final friction that would trigger my thrill drill. Locked in silent struggle, I felt the moment of frozen ecstasy slowly pass. Finally, that fingernail backed off and I could breathe again.Rosalie grinned. "You only got so much," she said. "No use wastin' it."Would she never let me come? Goddamn, the first come was only the beginning for me in those days. Since I'd turned eighteen a month ago, I'd been fucking my fist five times a day. Once, with my binoculars focused on Rosalie sunbathing, I'd whacked away on it for a solid hour trying for six.And now I had it in Rosalie! Goddamn, I couldn't believe it. But it was pretty hard not to believe when Rosalie's endless legs were wrapped around me, drawing me in, guiding the length of my strokes, doing everything her sophisticated body knew to prevent my rambunctious ramming from ending too soon.I was on top. I thought I was riding Rosalie, but soon I realized she was throwing me every way but off. Rosalie's arms drew me down, kissed me into a grinning, idiotic ecstasy, then pushed my head down where I could play a happily exhausted game of telephone while her fingernail toyed gently with the inside of my ear.Like a metronome my ass rocked gently up and down, sliding my turgid cock slowly in and out of Rosalie's pulsating labia. She guided me in, she guided me out, regulating speed and length of stroke by subtle hints as her well-muscled muffin rose to meet me, held for an ecstatic second while my fluttering phallus decided once more not to come just yet, then gently, oh, so slowly, sliding apart until the head of my titillated tool was barely caught between Rosalie's purple pussy lips.Hold again, strain and grunt in frozen frenzy waiting for Rosalie's expertise to allow once more that slow slide into the secret savors of her enslaving slit. Man, if this was fucking, why had it taken me eighteen years to get started? Hell, tomorrow I'd marry Rosalie. We'd go away together and dredge up another island. We'd go to another planet where there'd be just the two of us, and I'd spend the rest of my life just fucking Rosalie! I wondered if I'd ever stop long enough to get hungry.My plans for an ecstatic fuck-filled future were suddenly interrupted. Rosalie's control began slipping. Her long legs were no longer guiding me, limiting me. "Aaaaaaahhh!" Rosalie sighed. Her ass began a rolling gallop, meeting my pounding pelvis in wild abandon. Once more I felt that preliminary prickle, and this time I knew I had reached the point of no return.Rosalie was moaning, wailing, slamming her lovely tight ass up to meet my thrust. I got both hands around it and pushed, ramming, slamming, cramming my pile driving prick into her seething honeypot. "Oooooooh you muthah fuckah!" Rosalie wailed.I buried my face in acres of brown tits, pushed, grunted, trying for another silly millimeter as my rampant rod exploded. Goddamn, did it ever feel good! Somewhere in the back of my mind I kept telling myself, "This isn't your fist you're fucking. This is Rosalie's cunt. You're really fucking. And in a minute when you catch your breath you can start it all over again.""Ooooooohhh you little muthah!" Rosalie yodeled.I was too busy savoring the feel of my first real orgasm, glorying in the spurting squirt as my passion pouch fired its precious load, emptying my cock, my heart, my soul into Rosalie's marvelous muffin.My toes clenched. For a moment I thought I was going to faint from the sheer pleasure of orgiastic explosion. Then I was drained, sprained, hurricaned.I must have slept a moment, because when I came to Rosalie was back in her skimpy white uniform. She had wiped up the worst of the unbelievable puddles of come and had the blankets back on the bed."Don't go yet, Rosalie," I pleaded. "Let's do it again."