What can a girl do when she is not allowed penetrative sex? A young nymph explores the joys of everything but until she meets the man she will let deflower her.
To be reborn every twenty or so years, to feel the rush of renewal and the firmness of a youthful body, taut silken skin and smooth lineless complexion is a fantasy all humanity craves. As a nymph this is my destiny and as I awakened from the intense hibernation that accompanies each renewal and breathed deeply into the now familiar fascination with the bodily changes that had occurred to me over the last seven nights.
From the body of a forty-year old woman I had emerged from a chrysalis like state into the firm supple body of an eighteen-year old girl. 5'4" tall, intense baby blue eyes recognisable as my own through every transformation stared back at me from the mirror. The exquisitely petite curvaceous form that greeted me in the mirror was the stuff of male fantasise. Perfectly formed rounded breasts, firm B cups with luscious shape and large dark pink nipples. I felt each one tenderly as a man might touch them and felt the nipples grow erect and the hunger awaken in my pussy. The same hunger that had accompanied the frenzied sexual activity I had been part of my last days as Grace. I had left it far too long before transforming it was true but it had been worth it to meet a man so sweet and loving that I had spent every waking moment with him in the last hours milking his delicious cock day and night and revelling in his closeness.
I quickly bathed the remnants of skin from my body and readied myself to move over seas to Switzerland where I would spend two years in a finishing school before returning as a model for St Seine Honeyton Enterprises (SHE). My wardrobe had few size 8 clothes in it. After my last experience had rarely had time to shop, only fuck. I had been so hungry for the male sperm and orgasm that fed and sustained my body and life force. I slid on a tiny pair of white cotton panties and pulled a tight fitting halter top over my braless tits and shaped them seductively in the lycra top so that their small round shape was pressed into a delicious cleavage that showed just the right amount of flesh peering over the hot pink low cut top. The blue and gold hipster skirt slung loosely around my hips and covered my panties enough to make it worth looking at.
I applied my makeup sparingly, while getting use to the new angelic youthful features as I smeared pink eye shadow and eyeliner onto the entrancing eyes that seemed to be the only familiar thing. The warm wetness between my thighs grew as I began to think about my last lover. How tender he was, how he had filled every sweet orifice with his abundant cum. My fingers slid beneath the hem of my skirt and caressed the damp cotton gusset. The thrill of first touch sent shivers through me and I continued to fantasise about his hugeness pressed against my hot wet pussy. My clitoris swelled in anticipation and the shivers sent waves of sexual heat over me. I tore my panties aside urgently and slapped my clit with a hammering thumb as I plunged three fingers into the unfamiliar tight hole between my legs. I felt the wetness gush as I rocked against the insistent fingers and the first wave of orgasm hit me and sent shivers across my nubile body. My back arched in a seizure of sexual pleasure and wave after wave followed as I imagined his magnificent cock pounding my hot wet tight hole. Until she came of age according to the company this is the only kind of sex I would be allowed.
The breathtakingly beautiful young nymph recovered from her fantasy and gathered the passport and belongings she had packed to take her to her destination. Verity St Seine with a EU passport was her new identity. Like her predecessors she was of ancient French origin. The St Seine and Honeyton names associated with a large enterprise of women's lingerie and modelling agency that was a multi million dollar international operation and though it issued shares the major controlling interests had been a matriarchal progression which saw three women as main owners each taking turns as models and major shareholders depending on their age. Without exception these were quite the most desirable women on the planet, the stuff of obsessed fantasies, breathtakingly beautiful and uncannily smart. Each generation of these women for almost a hundred years had brought more wealth to the company. Their beauty and wile attracted the best CEO's, the most creative designers and scores of wealthy investors. Verity was now the youngest of this sexy triumvirate and would rejoin her aunt and older sister in two years time.
Julian had been her lover in her former life. He had been obsessed by the scent of her panties and even today like he did everyday he masturbated with them wrapped around his cock. He dreamed of her. She had sucked his virginity from him like a voracious vixen fucking him night and day and teasing him to frenzy. He had cum countless times inside her wet tight pussy and savoured the luscious tightness of her ass hole. Her mouth had sucked him dry repeatedly and the taste and scent of her hot wetness drove him insane with passion. It was this scent and the feel of the satin butterfly panties that urged him to shred his distorted cock and finally cum in huge hot spurts.
It had been almost two years since he had made love to her and he had finished his Business degree and SHE had given him an extremely generous salary and conditions. His sister had worked for SHE as a designer but Julian not only had a great job he also had first hand access to some of the most gorgeous models on earth. It seemed at SHE sex was a commodity everyone traded and it was encouraged. Julian had been a little shy with women but women were attracted to him and it seemed that after he had his affair with Grace that he was almost irresistible. Hot women from young models to middle aged administrative assistants sought to do him sexual favours and in the two years he almost lost count how many women he had fucked.
I say 'almost lost count', because Julian always kept count in fact he always kept their cum soaked panties. His drawers at home and in his office overflowed with all manner of sexy panties g-strings and bikinis in rainbow colours and a myriad of fabrics. Despite this awesome collection and access to more sex than most men have in a dozen life times Julian masturbated everyday with Grace's butterfly panties. The joy of sex with anyone could never eclipse the pleasure of his first experience.
The young model on his bed had not stirred. Her tiny dress lay crumpled on a chair and her shapely body wrapped in the satin sheets. Julian had fucked her for hours last night and again in the morning. She had begged him to be her first within minutes of meeting him and he had obliged but first taken her to dinner where he teased her until she was aching for him. She had cum several times before he entered her and his big cock had swelled in her tiny mouth as she slid her eager lips around it. She had been only slightly frightened by his length and girth as he split her labia and entered her hot tight virgin hole. The tears of pain when her hymen broke mixing with the extreme pleasure of his hot cock slamming into her and his thrusts slapping against her swollen clit.
Julian loved the tightness and wetness that swirled around his cock when a woman came. He loved being deep inside and feeling the gush of wetness. Mandy was a squirter and she had soaked him with her excitement repeatedly when he had licked at her freshly shaved pussy and tongued her hot clit. Even more so when he fucked her deeply, she gushed like a hot geyser. Julian liked virgins the most and if he couldn't find a virgin he liked to be the first to enter them anally. Needless to say Julian's panty collection grew.
Verity spent her time in sexual exile. She re-learnt what it was to be an eighteen year old in the twenty first century she learnt about the power and grace of her new body. She learnt to dress it so that she was always the object of every man's desire, she learnt to flirt and tease with consummate perfection and she learnt how to make men of all ages cum in their pants when she allowed them to pet her. When a woman has the body of a young woman and the experience of hundred years of sex memory served her well. By the time Verity had returned to the headquarters of SHE from her time in Switzerland men swarmed around her like flies around a sticky sweet honey pot.
Verity was to be the new star model advertising and promoting the newest line of scented butterfly effect underwear. The virgin scent was to become her trademark and her virginity highly publicised. She was to remain a virgin for the entire twelve-month campaign. She had to be the ultimate tease, the hottest most available slut on earth and remain unpenetrated. By the second month of the campaign she was the most coveted pin up in the company's history and sales of the underwear reached mega proportions.
Verity was going out of her mind with desire. At eighteen she was overdue for first sexual encounter but she contented herself with every opportunity other than penetrative sex. The CEO Blake Harding a man in his mid fifties was her first victim. Like her aunt beforehand Blake was besotted with Verity. The hard on in his suit pants betrayed his desire with transparent urgency and when the pair was alone in his office Verity pounced on the opportunity to tease him to extremes.
'You want me don't you Blake?' She said as she ran her hands across her own firm round breasts and over her curvaceous hips.
'Oh God, what man doesn't... it's so hard being around you.'
