Paul 1: Barbara's Tits By Subboy Paul Subboy_paul@hotmail.com copyright 2002 by Subboy Paul, all rights reserved * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Author's Note: Feel free to post this story on any FREE site. All I ask is that you email me to let me know where it is posted. Thank You. * * * * * "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. To be continued