Enzio Ricci:

I am back and with such great excitement. As I am now a professional model, I am used to the cameras, and in fact love being in front of them. My solo video went off so well, at least according to me, that I was very excited at what was coming up next. Sergey and I had a plan…we will not let Tommy know!
Two days after my solo shoot, I was a bit nervous but determined to put on a brave front. I want Tommy to see me as a temptress not a naïve teen. I might be a virgin but I had the soul of a professional model. Stepping into the studio, I knew things were different today... Read more >>> . I was immediately taken off to a room by an assistant where I was asked to strip. And after that so many things happened one after the other. First there was a beauty bath followed by a warm body massage. My body felt relaxed and as the oil soaked into my skin, I felt feminine, sensuous and bold.
Stepping into the recording room, I was just dressing up when there was a knock! OMG! He is here! I have seen all videos of Tommy and I am in awe of him but I cannot show it…no! He is the most freaking ‘manly’ man I have seen. And then he comes in and I am giggling…stop it!! I exude confidence, as if this is something that I have done everyday. I like him..I really do…he’s the sweetest and he actually asks me if it was really my first time. Point 1: Enzio! I banter with him and I can see he likes it.
And suddenly we are on the bed, undressing. Well, just me. He still has on all his clothes, including his socks! As his fingers run down my panties, there’s a quiver through my body and I don’t know if he has noticed. I am sure by now my ‘smart chirpy girl’ front put on to hide the nervousness is understood, especially as I can’t stop the giggles!! He discovers my pussy hair…am I quirky? How does it matter..I love it there and I think he loved it too. His tongue managed to do things to me that I never imagined I could feel!! That horseback orgasm I had written about? Pooh.. .compared to this!
“When are you undressing”, I heard myself ask! And he started a mini striptease..socks off and then pants followed by the briefs. And there it stood in all its glory…Tommy’s huge cock! I almost gasped as I took it in. But I am not a professional model for nothing. I can do it and make HIM gasp! Like an ice cream he said and I showed him how I lick and suck an ice cream…I could hear him grunt and that made me so happy. This was the first time I saw and touched a dick but I managed pretty well, didn’t I? My mouth apparently was just right! Haha!!
As he sucked my tiny teenage tits, no matter how much of modeling I had done, nothing prepared me for this. His hands rubbed my tight virgin clit while sucking on my boobs and I was almost lost out of my senses. And then it was time! How do we want to do it? Leaving it to his experience, I lay on my side, lifting my leg high, keeping my virgin pussy exposed so that his big cock could enter and break my fragile hymen, making me a woman. Well, his dick was huge…I was suddenly scared. As he gently pushed himself in, I felt pleasure more than pain. My insides felt raw and scarred but as he pushed and pulled, breaking my hymen, waves of pleasure swept over me.
There was no time for rest just now and we followed it up with another style. As I rested on my arms with my butt towards him, he pushed his member into my vulva…pushed in and out. I could feel my boobs jingling, adding an erotic feel to the experience when he suddenly pulled out and spilled his white milk on the outside of my pussy lips.
As his cum ran down my vulva, we lay down exhausted. It was as if we knew each other for a long time. We spoke of food just as any other couple would and I was so much in love already! I wanted to keep lying in his arms forever but I know this is only for today…and it will soon be time to go. I could not have wished for a better way of deflowering myself. Tommy was the ultimate man…just as I had always dreamt of…gentle yet strong, passionate yet caring…I know I have lost a big piece of my heart to him today…sigh!! Time has come to say bye but perhaps someday he may remember me and we may meet on another romantic escapade… Collapse

Jessica Mazury:

Hi, my name is Jessica and I am no longer a virgin! I say that with great pride because I saved my virginity for my boyfriend and he was worth it.
First, I tell you a little bit about me. When I was a child, you would have called me a "tom-boy". I was all girl, but I wasn't into frilly things or playing with dolls. I dressed like a boy in jeans and t-shirts and I loved playing outside chasing lizards and participating in sports. I didn't have many girl friends, but I had a lot of boy friends and I had so much more fun with the boys than I could have ever imagined with the girls.
The summer I turned 12, everything went wrong. First, I began to menstruate. I was so ashamed. I did not want any of the boys I knew to know of my shame. I could not hide the bulky pads under my jeans and had to wear dresses when I had my period. The boys I played with, began to make fun of me and the girls I never had played with made fun of me also. I grew six inches taller that summer, too; so tall that my bones in my legs hurt and between that and cramps, I was in constant pain... Read more >>> .
I spent many nights crying myself to sleep from a combination of the pain and the sadness. It was a very lonely summer and by the time we went back to school, my breasts had begun to develop and where most girls had little bee sting breasts, mine were full and heavy, leading to many taunts from cruel girls and nasty jeers from over-sexed boys.
It was the longest and loneliest year of my life.
Things did not get better for the rest of my school years. My body continued to betray me as it developed faster and bigger than the other girls. Their taunts destroyed my spirit and the boys would not leave me alone. Sure, I was asked out for dates a lot of times, but they did not want my company; they wanted to feel my breasts and for me to make them men. So, you can imagine my excitement when I was 17 when a innocent girl wanted to be my friend. Only she didn't really want to be my friend, she wanted the very same things the boys did.
My mother was no help through all of this. She did nothing to comfort me or to give me advice. To be fair, I secretly thought that she was jealous of me. I was glad when I finally turned 18 and I was in my last year of school. I was determined that I would leave my family and school and seek out my own life in the city, a life I had hoped would not be as lonely as the one I was leaving behind.
My first action, on my 18th birthday was to get a belly button ring. I had seen them in the flat bellies of my wealthier classmates and I thought they were so classy. My parents, of course, were against it. They don't believe in marking one's body, but my own body had betrayed me and I saw no harm in trying to make it more like the other popular girls.
I had been saving my money for a year and found a tattoo shop within walking distance of the autobus line. I made the appointment for the very next day and so that I would not be detained, I climbed out my bedroom window very early in the morning and took the bus into the city.
I stopped to eat breakfast, but my tummy was so nervous, I did not eat much. I arrived at the shop early and spent a few minutes pacing back and forth wondering if this were not such a good idea.
Soon, a young man, peeked his head out the door to talk to me and when our eyes met, I felt butterflies in my tummy. His eyes held mine and pulled me to him. All I saw were his eyes. We spoke no words, I became lost not knowing where I was or what I was doing. The spell was broken when another customer tried to enter the store where our feet were firmly planted.
I finally got a good look at him. He had highlighted spiked hair and enough scruff on his face to give him a bad boy look, but the twinkle in his eyes, well that was pure mischief and I wanted to know more about him; my body wanted to know so much more.
He ushered me into the store and asked me to call him Ace. "Ace?" I questioned. "Yeah, just Ace" he replied and with the warmth of his voice tickling my ears, I knew that he was so much more.
I told him that I wanted a belly button ring and his eyebrow cocked up and his eyes began to twinkle. I felt that winkle right down to my toes and then that feeling settled in my stomach and I could barely breathe.
He helped me into a reclining position on his chair and went to lift my t-shirt up. I grabbed at the ends and stuttered "What are you, you doing?" "Relax, beautiful" he said, "I just need to prep the area."
He called me "beautiful" my heart sang inside. No one has ever called me beautiful. Not my parents or other boys or anybody. I let him pull up my shirt and he stopped short of my breasts. His hand glided on my flat stomach and his caress was warm and gentle and I wished that he would continue northward to caress my breasts. I blushed at the thought and he caught my eye and it was as if we were both thinking the same thing. I started to feel moisture near my shaved virgin pussy and I was afraid that I had gotten my period. I jumped off the table and ran to the bathroom, leaving Ace stunned in my wake.
In the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror and I almost didn't recognize myself. My face was flushed with what must have been desire and my nipples were pebbled and stretching the thin fabric of my t-shirt taut. I examined my pussy area for blood and my hand came away with a silky glistening fluid. I held my fingers to my nose expecting to smell blood, but instead, the smell was sweet and musky. Again I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I no longer saw an overdeveloped and clumsy teenager, but a woman that a handsome man with mischievous eyes called beautiful.
I returned to the chair, bolded by my revelation and I pulled up my shirt enough to give him a peek of my breasts, but not enough that he would think I was easy. He let out a low whistle and before I knew it, he was done.
We had our first date and kiss that day, my birthday, the day that changed everything.
I was determined that Ace would become my boyfriend and that I would leave my family home and make my way in the city. I snuck out of the house to see Ace every chance possible and soon we realized that we were in love. He asked me to move in with him, but without a job, I could not support myself. Ace offered to take care of me, but we were not lovers, so I felt strange about accepting his hospitality. He may have been older and more experienced than I, but he was a gentleman and never pressed the issue. He seemed content with just kissing and petting; yet we both often left each other's company feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.
A week later, I saw an ad in the paper for a modeling job, so I answered it and made an appointment. Maybe, I reasoned, if Ace saw me as beautiful, then maybe others would to. The photographer was very excited to see me and asked me to remove my clothes. I did so without hesitation as I was neither shy or a prude. He began to take pictures of me and when I spread my legs, he gasped! He couldn't believe I was a virgin! But he confirmed it and then he offered me a lot of money to pose for him. It was just what I needed to be able to support myself living with Ace, so I agreed. My photo shoot lasted several hours and I often caught the photographer blushing and then I noticed his obvious arousal. When we finished, he paid me and then told me that if I would agree to lose my virginity on camera to one of his porn stars, he would pay me much more money.
I thought on this for a few days and I was torn between the intense need I had to be financially independent from Ace and my love for Ace. I wanted my first time to be special and while Ace was experienced, I really wanted Ace to be the one to take my innocence. But I needed the money and then I came up with a plan.
I called the photographer and asked him how much he would pay me to lose my innocence with my boyfriend instead of his porn star. He agreed to pay me the same and he would pay Ace what he would have paid the actor. When Ace arrived home that evening, I excitedly told him what I had done and asked him to take my innocence on camera. He readily agreed and we were on location later that week ready to shoot.
The photographer gave us a little storyline to follow, but outside of his guidance, we had free choice over what was to happen.
We began in the indoor pool. It was the first time I had seen Ace completely naked. His cock was beautiful, hard and mottled with veins that stood out like a roadmap to pleasure. It was pointed towards me as if it were seeking my virgin pussy that would welcome it home. And then I saw, right on his left hip, the tattoo that marked him as "Ace". I fell in love with him all over again. His tattoo was sweet and badass at the same time; all Ace. All Mine.
We frolicked in the water some and became familiar with each other's nakedness. He would grab hold of me and pull me to him and I would feel his cock pressing against my entrance, but I pulled back as I was afraid. Finally he swam to the steps and pulled me against him. I could feel his manhood against my butt, but it was his kisses and calm voice assuring me that he would be careful that put me at ease.
Outside of the pool he licked my innocent pussy until I could feel the liquid draining down my thighs along with the rivulets of water as my body dried off and my core began to heat up. Now was the time to show my innocence and while Ace held my pussy lips wide open and the photographer filmed evidence of my virginity, I could feel the dew collecting around my bare lips. Once again, I caught the blush of the photographer and the evidence of his arousal, too and I felt a certain amount of pride that I could elicit such a reaction from a man. I no longer felt outcast or deformed, I felt loved by Ace and appreciated for my teen body by the photographer.
Ace, stood me up and had me face the wall, we were the perfect fit for him to take me from behind without stress or awkward positioning. He positioned the head of his cock at my entrance and gave a little push that hurt. I could feel the head pulse with each heartbeat as he rubbed it from the beginning of my slit, all the way to my back hole. I feared he was going to take my virgin ass, so I tensed a little, and he felt it. It was as if he could read my mind, but he calmed me as he whispered little assurances into my ears.
Distracted by his words and the featherlike kisses to my neck and shoulders I almost didn't feel him pushing as he breached my hymen. As his strong, hard dick tore through my innocence, I felt its heat and its presence burn through me like a wildfire. He stilled for a moment and then pushed himself even farther in as I screamed out both in pain and in pleasure and without pause, he continued his assault on my pussy, relentless, hard and unforgiving and soon that bite of pain turned into pleasure so raw; so eternal; so encompassing that everything else faded away; the photographer; the camera; the location and all that was left was blinding passion and love spiraling out of control until my orgasm snuck up and consumed us both in a cocoon of brilliant white light and multi-colored stars.
We continued to make love in just about every position known to man and when we finished our day of filming, we were both spent and exhausted, but I felt safe and loved and cherished and was happy not just for the money, but that I could still earn the money and give my innocence to the man I loved.
I have modeled several times for this same photographer and even lost my anal virginity on film with my boyfriend again. You can view the entire film (43 minutes) of losing my innocence, all my pictures and the video of me losing my anal virginity right here. Collapse

Amy Ledenez:

Many years ago, as a little child I was taken for the first time to the big house where my father works a gardener. I was so awe struck by everything. Today was exactly such a day! As I walked into the studio, I felt as if I was entering into a new and unknown place that was exciting and fascinating. Come, let me share some secrets with you!
As I told you, my father works as the head gardener in a beautiful mansion in St Petersburg. We stay in a small cottage just off the grounds. The owner doesn’t stay here and there caretaker couple who looks after it. My mother goes in to clean in the mornings with two girls to help her. On days when I do not have school, I too help her... Read more >>> .
I am the only child of my parents. I want to make them proud of me. I often visit my father too when he is at walk. The grounds are so beautiful that I enjoy taking a walk here. There is a small pond with a wrought iron bench beside it and I sit here thinking of my future. When I go with my mother to clean up, I love visiting the Red bedroom in the left wing. This is said to have belonged to a fiery mistress from many years ago. Our owner hardly uses it.
I want to tell you all about an incident that happened some years back. I went into this bedroom and locked the door firmly. I had just started masturbating and was learning about my body. As I entered the room, I removed my clothes and walked across the beautiful amber marble floor to the full length mirror framed in gold, opposite the fireplace. As I saw myself in it, I realized I was very beautiful. My tits were just starting to form and as I touched my nipples, they reacted beautifully to my touch. I stood with my hands on the waist, my pelvis slightly out, as I looked at my virgin pussy for the first time. I used my finger to part my newly growing hair and touched the lips of my clit tenderly. With one hand now on my teenage boobs, I used my finger to discover the hidden layers of my pussy. I went deeper and deeper. I then used my hands to separate the lips and tried to see what’s inside.
The gorgeous bed with the maroon velvet throw on it was so inviting. My mom was going to kill me but could not help myself. I lay myself down, a huge painting of naked Venus behind me, and imagined being touched by an older man. He was now pressing my tender tits, now running a finger down to my navel and then he was brushing my teenage vagina with his huge cock. As I imagined, my finger moved as if by itself faster and faster, touching the nub and flicking over it. My other hand was touching the tips of my sweet innocent budding breasts. I could see myself in the mirror on the ceiling and got one orgasm after another, imagining my unknown older lover, with dark hair, broody eyes and muscular arms.
Suddenly, there was a creak. I sat up straight, grabbing the velvet throw to cover myself, one breast peeking out. I could see the dressing room door open. With the throw still covering me as best as it could, I walked on toes towards it. I flung the door open and there was a stranger in it! A guest of the owner who I did not know about as he must have arrived the previous night. His pants were down and he had his enormous dick in his hands and it was obvious he was masturbating looking at my performance. I went beetroot red!! I could not run out of the room too as I had no clothes on! I was also staring at his manhood as it was the first time I saw it and I think he was about to come as he groaned and continued massaging it and then with a shudder, white milk spilled over on his fingers.
Saving me the embarrassment, he went into the bathroom and I rushed to get dressed and went out of the room. To this day, I haven’t told anyone of this and I did not go back to the mansion till my mother told me the foreign guest had left. I do not know why he had left the door open and think it was destiny. This becomes my fantasy sometimes when I am touching myself to get pleasure. Someday may be I too will find such a man to pleasure me with his mouth and with his big cock.
After my studies, I wish to become a model as many have praised my looks and body. I have grown tall and fit. I wish to walk the ramp and to pose for the glossy magazines, model for furs like the ones I have seen hung in our employer’s mansion. My mother has raised me to believe in saving myself for a special man so I await the day eagerly when I shall lose my virginity to someone older and experienced. When I got to know of defloration.com, I was very eager for the experience. After knowing I am 18 years old, they agreed and I faced a professional camera for the first time. As a virgin, I am also happy to show the camera my unbroken hymen. This is also the first time I have thought about anal masturbation. It scares me and embarrasses me a bit too but it is something that I feel I will definitely try out. Collapse