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Photo Explorations: Twice the Fun

By: deathlynx



I wish I could say that I'd created a monster. Unfortunately, my only fault had been friendly professionalism (even if I'm only an amateur). I was patient with someone who wanted to push her own boundaries without being coolly distant. At the same time, I didn't try to push her further for my own gratification. I was so shocked when she stepped beyond the professional separation that it never dawned on me to suggest she stop.

But that's another story for another time.

Vanessa and I aren't exactly dating. Truthfully, I'm not entirely certain how to classify our relationship. I suppose, if I'm being honest, I'd have to call us fuck-buddies, although even that doesn't entirely fit. We don't hang out much so the friend implications don't exactly fit. Given the decades that separate us, and the consequent lack of common interests, that isn't really much of a surprise.

Similarly, we don't find each other exclusively for sex. In fact, we don't even do it every time we get together. The vast majority of our time together is spent in pursuit of the one hobby that connects us; photography. Our relationship began, and still primarily remains, that of photographer and model.

Please understand, I'm not one of those photographers that young women are warned about! I never got into the hobby with the intent of taking nude pictures of women in order to inflame my libido and then utilize them to sate my primal urges. It was just something that happened with her. There'd never been any other model like that and I had no reason to suspect there would be any others.

What all this meant was that I had absolutely no idea what to expect on my photo shoot that afternoon. I'd gotten out of work and just had enough time to run home to shower before I made it to the location on time. Given there would be a few hours of natural light left in the late-summer evening, I didn't have to worry too much about setting up reams of lighting equipment. That meant I didn't need to be early.

I'd worn what I've come to consider my photo attire; cargo shorts, boxers and a loose t-shirt. Early on in my amateur career, I'd worn the same slacks and boxer-briefs I used for work. Unfortunately, the beauty of the model and her sensual poses caused a perfectly understandable reaction. What I hadn't thought about was that fact that I grow rather substantially. Nor had I considered the disgusted attitude I received from the model when she noticed.

We were set to meet in someone's private garden in one of the ritzier suburbs. I don't know how Vanessa had gotten permission for the location but she'd assured me she had. I had it in email if it ever came to court. I like her but I'm not about to go to jail simply because I was too stupid to ask the right questions.

As I pulled up to the garden, I realized I had to slightly adjust my expectations for the afternoon. The shoot was outdoors and while she might have been adventurous to risk a little liaison afterwards in full view of the potential public, I was not. The garden wasn't surrounded so much by as hedgerow as an entire wall of vegetation. If I couldn't see in then it was unlikely anyone else would. The creaking gate, that was the only break in the thick foliage, would alert us if anyone suddenly came upon us.

While I wasn't going to expect we would automatically have sex, the chances had just about skyrocketed. The setting was pretty enough. Undoubtedly it would inspire some such thoughts in a young woman. Even I found the scents that drifted from the variety of flowers nearly intoxicating.

"Hello!" I called out as I closed the gate behind me. It would be enough of an alarm that someone had just entered but I figured it wouldn't hurt to add my voice. She'd now know for certain it was me and not someone else.

That assumed that she was even there yet. Vanessa made it a habit of showing up early for sessions but I hadn't seen another car out there when I'd pulled in. Of course, given the size of the place, it probably touched a road on all four sides. Given the hedges, I'd never know if she'd parked on one of the other streets. Besides, I was a little early so it was possible she simply hadn't gotten there yet.

A moment later, a distant shout answered the question for me. "Follow the path. It'll open into the garden. Look for the sundial!"

The path was lined with more of the hedge walls. Ahead, I could see that it opened up into carefully maintained plots of flowers, meticulously planted by type. There were at least a couple more paths across the garden, which led me to suspect there would be one or two spots completely secluded from sight from the main portion of the garden. That would be good for some shots, not to mention the potential for other things.

I followed the path as instructed and opened into a brilliantly colorful garden. It was laid out in neat squares of each with stone paths meandering through. The paths were undoubtedly set up with the same precision that maintained the flowers. Even the tufts of grass that sprouted between stones seemed manicured.

All of that barely caught my attention, however. Sitting on a sundial at least six feet across was Vanessa. The surprise that caused my steps to falter, however, was the woman who chatted amicably with her.

Models frequently insist that they bring someone along with them. Not only do I understand the need but I encourage it in those who're just starting out. The companion can help with the model's hair and makeup and, possibly even more importantly, provide a sense of security. After all, a young woman can never know how things will go when she meets with a man alone.

After we'd become whatever it was that we were, Vanessa often didn't bring anyone along anymore. After all, part of the whole point of the companion was to see to it that she wouldn't be taken advantage of. While that was the farthest thing from the truth, in our case, it would be difficult to explain that to someone else. Besides, it kept anyone from feeling like a third wheel when we decided to shift from photography to other things.

The first thought that ran, rather disappointingly, through my head was that we wouldn't end up doing anything after the shoot that day. That fact itself didn't bother me but it did bother me that it was the first thought that came to mind. Fortunately, the confusion of the second thought kept me from dwelling on it too much.

"Kali!" I said, surprised enough that I blurted out my thought. "I didn't know you two knew each other."

The other young woman had nearly a decade on her companion. Given their backgrounds and ages, I couldn't imagine where the two might have met. The only thing they shared in common was the fact that they both modeled for the fun of it. Well, that and the fact that both were fairly regular models for me!

Age wasn't the only difference between them either. Kali had the lithe, overly slender, body typically associated with models while Vanessa sported a healthier looking physique that was usually called 'full-figured'. Kali's bronze flesh had nothing to do with time in the sun and everything to do with genetics. Vanessa, on the other hand, had pale white skin that bordered on pink. Kali wore her straight, black, hair down to her shoulders. Vanessa's wavy brown hair flowed all the way down to the small of her back.

Even their eyes, Kali's dark brown to Vanessa's soft green, were a study in contrasts. Vanessa had a perpetual look of wide-eyed innocence that somehow didn't conflict with the manner in which she'd decided to seduce me. Kali's expression usually could best be described as a cautious neutrality.

Right that moment, however, there was an enigmatic slyness to the smile that Kali offered me. Whether or not she knew before, she read easily in my reaction that I hadn't expected her at today's shoot. Even though the initial surprise hadn't worn off, my smile returned. She had always been easy to work with and was one of the most creative of the people I shot.

"Kali and I have known each other for a couple of years, from the message board." Vanessa explained as I walked up.

I nodded in understanding. I could have kicked myself for not realizing sooner. Kali, one of the more experienced amateur models in the area, took it upon herself to find the newcomers in the area. If they were willing, she would offer them guidance and even offer to act as their ride-along. Only the fact that I'd never seen her in that capacity had made the fact slip my mind.

"You here as the M.U.A.?" Vanessa wasn't bad with makeup, but she had no experience, that I knew of anyway, with anything other than basic coverage. If she'd gotten it into her head to do something extravagant, she'd need help. I had no problem with the idea and hoped it showed in my open expression.

Kali shook her head. "Actually, Vanessa was telling me about plans for the shoot today and I thought it sounded fun. I hope you don't mind?"

I shrugged, genuinely perplexed as to why it would bother me. "Not a problem. You know I always appreciate your input, and I love your work."

The two women shared some kind of look that I couldn't interpret. From there we pretty much got down to business. The contrasts between the two was enough to make for some very engaging photographs.

Even the outfits they chose emphasized the differences. Vanessa wore a very loose, flowing, gown so sheer you could see the white lacey corset and panties that were all that lay beneath. Kali's dark red bra, that complimented her skin nicely, was equally visible beneath a black mesh top. Even an untrained eye would be able to notice the lack of underwear lines beneath the tight boy-shorts at as much as the mid-range shots. Given that they matched the bra, they probably were designed to be underwear, even though they lacked any frills.

The two played off of each other as they hung from the angled beam of the sundial or sprawled across the flat base. They draped along the concrete blocks at the edge of the flower gardens, careful not to disturb the flora. A couple of times they even held each other in artistically suggestive poses that never outright implied sexuality.

After about fifteen minutes in the main part of the garden, Vanessa mentioned a bench in one of the secluded sections so we packed up and moved around a corner. The high hedges would block quite a bit of the natural light so I made certain to bring along my portable stand and a reflector I stopped to appreciate the cozy little reclusive spot a moment before I set about putting my gear in position.

I'm not certain the role of the wrought iron bench. Even to call it a bench is a little misleading. If not for the short height and the holes across the top, it could almost be considered a table. The thing was fully eight feet wide and nearly six feet deep! As expected from something so large, it lacked any kind of back. There was enough room on the far side, between the bench and the hedges, that someone could sit facing away from the path so perhaps it was originally designed to be in the center of the garden for people to sit all around and appreciate the whole place. When and why it had been moved into a nook scarcely larger than it was remained unknown.

"I brought a down comforter we could put over it if you'd rather?" Vanessa offered.

I shook my head. "The detail work on it is pretty nice. I'd like to get some shots with that in it if we can." I didn't say that the imposing metal would also stand out powerfully against their delicate flesh. I took another critical look at it, however. "If it starts to get uncomfortable, however, make sure to let me know, we can put the comforter on for some later pictures."

They both nodded and we proceeded to do some emotive shots of each, individually, before they both sat down and paired up. The way they played off of each other was perfection! One moment they were giggling schoolgirls whispering secrets and the next they were bitter rivals forced, by some twist of fate, to be seated next to each other. They were secret lovers and perfect strangers.

Eventually, the bench began to wear on them so we agreed to put down the sheet. While the few inches of down wouldn't eliminate the various gaps and bars, at least it mitigated the effect they had. I was a little disappointed in the look, since the antique bench suddenly transformed into a bed. All it needed were a couple of pillows. Though, admittedly, the juxtaposition of a bed outdoors among the hedge-walls was an interesting twist.

Given the close proximity that the narrow space enforced, it became much harder to ignore what amounted to lingerie on both women. The resolution on my camera was probably enough to pick up the hints of darker skin that peeked through the holes in Vanessa's lace bra. The fact that I already knew how soft the mounds between Kali's legs looked, from a number of nude shoots, only enflamed my imagination as the shadows played across them. The fact that they now appeared to be on a bed didn't help either. I was more than glad I'd worn the concealing clothing.

It happened when I leaned in to get a close-up of a shot. They both sat on the edge of the bench and Vanessa was leaned over to whisper in Kali's ear. The recipient's expression looked almost bored, as her eyes drifted lazily away from her companion. The energy and excitement of the teller's expression matched the laxity of the listener's and it was a moment that deserved a sharp focus close-up with a hazy background.

I felt something brush against my strained pants. Immediately, I shifted backwards and inch and apologized for leaning too close. I hoped it came out nonchalant but I was incredibly embarrassed. It would have been difficult to miss my state. That would have been bad enough if it was just Vanessa. She would have teased me mercilessly about it before she finally dragged me down, or simply tore off my pants, and did something about it.

Unfortunately, it had been Kali. There was no doubt in my mind. Although I had been completely focused on the camera's screen (as always seems to be the case in situations like these) it would have required Vanessa to shift to reach me. Not only would I have noticed such a change but it could never have been an accident. It would also have been too blatant an overture for Kali to have missed.

As it happened, that wouldn't have been an issue.

The contact broke the moment I stepped back, but only for a moment. No sooner had I mumbled my apology than I felt the touch return. It hadn't meant anything to me that Kali had turned to look directly at me. After all, I'd just spoken to her. What I only then noticed was that one of her shoulders had shifted towards me as well. My hands fell slightly so I could look directly down.

I simply couldn't understand what I was seeing. You can call me a bit slow socially but, as I've said, I take efforts to maintain my 'professional distance' from the models I shoot. Even ignoring that, my self-confidence isn't exactly the highest. I'm in my forties, balding and overweight! It's still impossible for me, sometimes, to figure out what one barely-legal model sees in me, much less would draw another model, almost as young and beautiful beyond description, to begin to fondle me.

Incomprehension was written across my face as I looked up to stare dumbly at Kali. My hands had fallen to my sides but otherwise I stood paralyzed within her grip. Fortunately, the asexual themes of the poses hadn't brought me all that close to climax. I was hard, sure, but I wasn't really all that turned on.

"Wha, huh, ummm..." I managed to get out something like that. I started to realize that her enigmatic smile leaned heavily towards coy. While she allowed that smile to linger on me, her hand began to glide up and down the confined mass of flesh in my pants.

"You know," she finally began, "not everyone is blinded by outward appearances. There are so many aspects of you that are appealing. Though, from what I hear, you've a physical characteristic that certainly has appeal."

Her soft soprano voice came out with a purr. Although the words registered, one corner of my stalled mind continued to refuse to believe them. It wasn't until the last comment, and the squeeze that emphasized it, that I could admit she might be on the level. After all, I couldn't exactly deny that I was larger than average, if only a little.

At a loss for a reply, my focus shifted over to the observer in the scenario. Vanessa sat back, her hands on the bench behind her so she could comfortably rest her weight. Although her legs were crossed at her ankles, she parted her knees slightly to give a more unobstructed view between her legs. The translucent material of her gown did little to hide the plush mounds and caused my lust to flare. As she'd known fully well, from prior experience, that it would.

There was no way Kali could have missed it. The fact that she removed her hand, immediately afterwards, only proved it. Rather than embarrassment, however, her finger hooked into a belt loop and tugged me closer. Bereft of control from my befuddled mind, my legs obliged her.

"You're overdressed." She commented as she deftly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper open. She continued to speak as she slid my pants down and turned me to sit on the bench. I scarcely noted the words but they seemed to be more a filler to distract me as anything serious. It didn't work.

"You know, time and again you ask models to undress but never once return the favor. You never thought we might appreciate the view as much as you do? No. You probably don't, or else you wouldn't wear these baggy pants to conceal it."

By that point, Kali knelt down in front of me and had my shoes off. Vanessa slid over to press her body against me. A finger slid beneath my shirt to trail designs across my chest but I had a feeling she was there to make sure I didn't bolt. I was so conflicted and self-conscious, I'm not entirely certain I wouldn't have.

Most of all, I was acutely aware of Kali. She'd knelt to deal with my shoes, and now my pants pooled around my ankles. When she glanced up, from time to time in her obviously prepared speech, I couldn't help but realize her head was practically between my knees. Her glances at the pulses of activity right in front of her, and the resultant smirks, proved a similar awareness.

"We're all aware that you appreciate us." She continued. I thought she might reach for my socks, or maybe my boxers. Instead, she simply put her hands on my knees and locked them together as a place to rest her chin. The slight extra weight pushed her hands down and caused my knees to spread apart a little. As she spoke, her eyes remained riveted forward in a manner that would have gotten a man slapped if he stared at his body part of choice.

"You didn't really hide that. Oh, the size, certainly, but not the boner. All you've done is turn what might have been a perfect introduction into some fun into a source of embarrassment. I was never appalled, at least, that you get hard when you shoot me. I'm flattered. Now, maybe a little disappointed as well."

Finally, her gaze lifted to meet mine. I'd been able to maintain my delusion that this whole thing was some elaborate scheme to make fun of me. Kali could certainly be blunt but that worked against me here as well. After all, if she'd found out that I'd been screwing around with one of my models, I wouldn't put it past her to set up some plot to thoroughly embarrass me to the point where I would never try again. She looked after the younger women like that.

The fire that resided in those eyes had nothing to do with anger, however. I instantly got the impression that she wanted nothing more than to throw me backward and ride me until one of us passed out. Only her uncertainty over how I'd react kept her leashed. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't any more certain I wouldn't throw her off in a panic if she'd done that.


Photo Explorations: Twice the Fun



Slowly, with the sensuous grace of a harem dancer, Kali began to rise. She used the palms of her hands to push my knees farther apart in order to insinuate her body between my legs. The tips of her fingers dragged along her body as she rose. Her French manicured nails caught in the mesh holes and tugged at the shirt playfully.

By the time she was done, I was nearly as hard as I'd ever been. Vanessa liked to tease but she lacked the patience (or maybe the experience) to truly seduce. She dove right into the caresses and skipped over truly appreciating each other's bodies. Or, maybe, she knew I'd watched hers during the whole shoot and had little enough interest in mine beyond what it could do to her. Whatever the reason, with her foreplay was all about kissing and touching before she finally grabbed me and impaled herself.

Kali had intentionally framed my solid erection, hidden only by the tent of my boxers, between the mounds of her slight breasts. She'd moved close enough that the bottom of her sternum pressed lightly against my tip. I could feel her eyes on mine but I couldn't drag my own away from those perky, deep red, cushions. Oh, how the color clashed with my dull gray boxers!

She leaned back only far enough for the mesh to slip between us when her fingers began to inch the top up and away. Once past her head, her hands crossed. It caused the shirt to twist in such a manner that the mesh clothing suddenly looked like a net that had caught her arms.

On a whim, and still completely uncertain of my own actions, my hand flashed forward and gripped the tangled mass. Vanessa's finger froze, surprised at the sudden, forceful, motion amid so many languid actions. Kali's eyes widened but the fire within them exploded with desire. The moan elicited was at once both demanding and submissive.

My grip tightened. I'd be afraid, with most fishnet clothing, to tug too much for fear that it would tear. The moment my fingers coiled in this, however, I knew it would take scissors to cut through the material. A slight roll of my wrist and her arms went from the illusion of entrapment to the reality. Kali's eyes drifted closed in spite of themselves and another moan escaped her ruby lips.

Some part of my mind finally snapped free of its paralysis. It was a drive I hadn't even been aware I possessed. Confronted by a woman who responded instinctively to the primal show of force, I felt the complimentary desire to show her the strength contained in my seemingly unhealthy body.

Sharp, short, breaths panted to my right and my attention snapped to the woman who had been draped against my arm. While my actions had been with my free hand, rather than the one she'd ostensibly held, the authority of them had driven her back slightly. When my eyes met hers, I didn't see the same needs as within my victim.

Some part of Vanessa longed to be similarly dominated, that much I could tell, but she wasn't quite ready for it. A spark of genuine fear still resided there. Enough of civility remained in my mind to understand that was something that shouldn't be pushed. Eventually, I believed, she would relent to truly be taken by me, rather than shared with me. Until then, however, she could witness if she wanted but she wouldn't get the same treatment.

Vanessa saw the change within my eyes. Longing grew in her expression but even that couldn't hide the fear that was as much social discomfort as anything real. She quickly understood, however, that whatever she thought she wanted didn't matter. Maybe that was her first lesson in dominance. My will supercedes hers.

A whimper from in front of me returned my focus to the captured woman. She was mine to relieve all of the built up frustration from the afternoon. In my inattention, she'd sank back to sit on her heels. Her moist red lips, slightly parted from her short gasps, were now exactly on the level with the shaft that was her accuser. It would have been simplicity itself to yank her forward. Off balance, her mouth would open in surprise and I could shove myself deep down her throat. Before her head even reached me, my free hand could slip my dick out through the fly so it would only be hard flesh against the hot moistness of her mouth.

The dominance would excite her, maybe even get her off, but I wanted more. I wanted to possess her so thoroughly that she would crawl back, pleading, time and again. First impressions last the longest so I wanted hers to be so hazy that she needed to relive it time and again.

I leaned forward. I could see her lithe body tense, uncertain what I would do. In that moment, that her eyes screwed tighter and her jaw dropped open instinctively, I knew I had chosen correctly. I'd been burned by a model who looked at my attraction with disgust and it hard hardened me against the possibilities. Right then, I knew that she'd seen too many men who's first response to discovery of her inclinations was to gratify themselves exclusively.

I kept a tight grip on her bound arms while my free hand reached down and slid between her solid butt and her heels. She choked out a surprised gasp when I pulled her up and around. She hadn't commented on my apparent lack of physique but the show of true strength surprised her. She practically flew threw the air, carefully controlled and guided, to land on her back on the bench. A squeak of excited fear escaped. At the last second I remembered the iron beneath the image of a bed and cushioned her enough that it wouldn't jar too badly.

I kept my hands in place and allowed her a moment to adjust to the new position. I watched as all of the tension in her body dissolved. Whatever reservations she'd held slipped away and she fell into the trust that embodies her unconventional passion. She was helpless, true, and I could do whatever I wanted to her but she trusted I would remain within her bounds of comfort.

I shifted my left hand slightly and my thumb pressed the slick fabric of her underwear-cum-pants. They were made from some synthetic fabric slippery enough that it was difficult to simply push down without sliding around. That would happen, soon enough, but for the moment I wanted to just exalt in the feel of her enflamed bud beneath my thumb.

I enjoyed the slight shudder that ran its course through her entire body. I noticed, as I had during past shoots, that her ribs showed a little when she lay on her back. Personally, I thought she was a little too thin but at the moment it didn't matter. She was mine!

My thumb drifted up and down slightly. As I watched, I knew that she hadn't been turned on by even the most intimate embraces with Vanessa during the shoot. Where before I could see the shadows as they played among her folds, now I could clearly see the additional bulge of her engorged clit.

Her body shuddered. Beneath the fabric, I watched as her muscles sought and clutched, desperate for something to grip. She was too submissive to even beg or plead for what she needed. I briefly wondered how she managed to find partners without the risk of abuse. The thought was quickly put aside since she'd just found me.

Quite by accident, the tough mesh shirt caught as I pulled her closer to the edge of the bench. Even with the down comforter, I pressed so hard in my attempt to keep her bound that it hitched into a hole in the intricate ironwork. With only a tug for confirmation, I realized that it would hold her just as well as my own hand and leave me more free to play. In moments, her arms were caught tight with her hands at each opposite elbow.

Kali's body shook constantly. Tears began to leak from her closed eyes. If not for the wistful smile plastered to her lips, I'd have thought she was in pain or afraid. If, for a moment, I'd thought that was the case I'd have stopped. As it was, I knew that smile would vanish if I did stop and those tears would turn sour.

I knelt before her and spent a moment in awe. My hands were on her knees as I held them slightly apart. I wondered about my own hypocrisy, even as I marveled at the view. I privately derided such photos, shot from below, focused between widespread legs, as being for no more purpose than the basest gratifications of the viewers. Of course, I had to admit, there was little more than base desires rolling through my own thoughts in that moment.

I'd always been most aroused by a pantied crotch. It wasn't about art. It was about primal needs. Only the addition of underwear added any civility to an otherwise animal instinct. Even that was because of the illusion of propriety and the suggestion of stolen knowledge.

Lean lines flowed up from the ground, turned at her knees and glided out before me. The occasional jagged bulge or her hips and ribs detracted slightly from the view but were more than made up for by her soft stomach and small mounds of breasts that still rose slightly from her form. In her position, I couldn't free the latter but I had more than enough experience photographing her to superimpose the image over reality.

I could do something to free her need, however. The fabric clung to her body as I slowly peeled it towards me. Those grasping muscles caught at the seam but failed to keep the specious protection in place. The dark red shorts pulled away to reveal a well sculpted tuft of hair and delicate mounds and folds of flesh. All glistened with the slick need that visibly wept from her depths.

It was too much! I'd spent too long savoring the beauty of the sight. The animal nature that had possessed me to grab her shirt overwhelmed me. This wasn't about art, this was supposed to be about more physical sensations. I practically ripped the underwear as I navigated it past her knees and let it tangle around her ankles.

Kali began to whimper when she felt my hips push her legs wide. With her ankles tied together by the surprisingly strong material of her boy-shorts, her hips were forced to take all of the pressure. Her still pulsating muscles opened farther and her lust shifted from a trickle to a flow.

My hands fumbled with my boxers. A moment later I was maddened to the point where I would have stuffed myself inside her, clothing and all. Fortunately, for both our sanity, another pair of delicate hands slipped beneath the waistband and maneuvered the elastic over and around the straining erection.

As with my photography, my focus had narrowed to the scene in front of me. I'm more than a little ashamed to say that I'd completely forgotten that Vanessa was there. When I turned my head to discover who helped with my boxers, she was there. Her face was inches away and descending. With my attention once more split, I knelt dumbly watching as she worked my underwear around me knees, from my feet and pulled off her robe.

Kali moaned. I think it was the closest she could bring herself to demanding my attention. The tip of my dick pressed against her, snuggled into the soft mounds of her flesh. Even an inch farther would have satisfied her but my momentary paralysis was a fresh torment for the young woman.

Rather than stand up, once her task was done, Vanessa climbed onto the bench like a cat. For a moment I was blessed with little else but the sight of her cushioned but firm ass. The she looked over her shoulder and turned to capture my mouth with hers. Instinct caused me to lean into the kiss with a moan. Ours weren't the only voices exalting in the kiss. The shift had brought me into Kali at last.

Vanessa knew, at once, that the position was uncomfortable for me. I had to twist to kiss her which made my thrusts awkward. At least she was close enough to my level that I didn't have to bend over or lean back at the same time. Fortunately, she solved the problem quite nicely when she carefully sidled over so she was directly in front of me.

I don't know how it didn't occur to me immediately. There I was, my hips thrusting harshly forward in time with Kali's building moans all the while kissing Vanessa. It was a little slice of Heaven. All at once I could lavish in the primal fucking while maintaining the romance of making love. The two women were just as different in bed as they were in every other respect.

Thoughts like those were almost certainly what kept me from realizing that Vanessa had straddled Kali in order to relieve the pressure on my back.

After one particularly drawn out kiss, where one hand had found its way to her cheek while the other clutched at Kali's hip, Vanessa's eyes widened. For a moment I didn't know what had caused her surprise. My confusion only grew when she let out a bark of a gasp that I was all too familiar with. Her growing arousal had spiked with a brush against one of her erogenous zones.

My first thought was that I had somehow brushed her neck as I pulled back but I immediately realized that my hand remained lovingly on her cheek. In fact, that was the only point of contact between us. It was only then that I felt the woman beneath us both bucking and panting in the throws of complete orgasm.

I leaned back and savored the view. My hips slammed awkwardly home in the position but I was afforded a look straight down the ample cleavage created by Vanessa's corset. Even better, her back arched as unanticipated sensation raced up from between her legs. It allowed me to see the tremors that ran through her entire body. I witnessed Kali's next spasm of ecstasy and the way her head jerked up and her face impacted between Vanessa's legs.

The sight spurred me harder. It gave me ideas. I leaned forward once more. My lips met Vanessa's and she moaned in sheer delight. Though she may or may not have lesbian tendencies, at that moment I think it didn't even register who stimulated her as she kissed me. When I slid my hands down her supple body, I'm pretty sure she imagined it was all me.

I paused the rhythm of my hips, almost completely pulled free of my tanned beauty. I smiled as I felt her body relax around me, thankful for the respite from torturous pleasure. Vanessa's white thong slid easily away from her firm hips.

That moment of serenity was when I struck. My hips slammed forward to drive me deeper and harder than I'd gone before. Taken by surprise, Kali's jaw dropped open with a scream of pure delight. Her back arched and her body bucked.

Vanessa almost choked. Her powerful gasp was swallowed by my demanding mouth. Her arms and legs locked in order to prevent collapse. After a moment, her gasp became insistent squeaks and I finally released her to savor what I had wrought.

The moment Kali's face, her mouth open in orgasm, slammed between Vanessa's legs I released my grip on the thong. It snapped back into place, only barred by Kali's head. When Vanessa's legs seized, the tension kept them tight and the submissive woman locked firmly in place.

My smile must have been feral as I relaxed back. My hands gripped Kali's tan thighs and contorted her legs as wide as only a dancer or model could manage. I buried myself within her over and over to the glorious music of the joyous screams of two women, one muffled and the other free.

I felt the pressure build quickly from there. How could I not. Both women were deep within the throws of orgasm. The sounds of their harmonious voices, not to mention the squelch of flesh liberally slicked by their desires, were aphrodisiacs! While their breasts were still covered, I had an relatively unimpeded view of their slick pussies. A sight made all the sweeter by the sight of Kali's trapped face buried in Vanessa just as I was buried inside her.

Most of all, there was the way that Kali's body pressed, tugged and milked me. I'd long since learned women could fake nearly every sign of true pleasure. The one thing they could not imitate well enough were the reactions of their deepest muscles. Rather than turn my submissive off, my demand that she pleasure her companion had sent her to the next level.

I felt the pulse that signified the edge of oblivion. Molten fire raged forward and burst from me. The swell of pleasure pushed Kali over the edge. Despite her muffled state, her scream was loud and long. The shockwave rippled through her actions and exploded into the pale ghost above her, who finally collapsed.

My rhythm faltered instantly and I fell forward. We lay there, for minutes, in a tangled heap. Beneath me, Kali continued to shudder with aftershocks. Only the fact that her head remained trapped by Vanessa's thong caused similar shudders in the larger woman long after they would normally have faded.

When I finally felt convinced I had enough strength, I pulled myself upright. My hands easily found the edge of the white underwear and released my captive from her immediate prison. Her hands remained bound above her, but at least she was free of her appointed task.

I hadn't thought about the fact that the thong had similarly held Vanessa prisoner. The moment they slid off she couldn't help but roll to her side. The aftereffects had finally subsided and she was left panting. I knew, even before I looked, there would be a fresh, demanding, fire within her eyes. I had personal experience with pleasuring her. While she reveled in the sensation it always left her insisting on living, pulsing, flesh within her. It's one reason I'm fairly certain she'd never make it as a lesbian.

I looked down. I certainly wasn't ready for another round.

And yet, as I looked back up, I caught the glazed expression of the woman still trapped beneath us. I could tell she was so completely satisfied that anything but the most demented or dire circumstances would be met with joyous capitulation. I allowed my gaze to travel to and lock with my still unsatisfied companion. Her disappointment shifted to confusion with more than a hint of hope as she read my intent to leave her fulfilled as well.

I climbed up onto the bench. From the way I hung limp, it was easy to understand her disappointment and confusion. She knew as well as I that it would take more than a little work to get me back up to speed. I could also tell she didn't quite have the strength for it. Fortunately, I had other ideas.

"If you would be so kind," I muttered as I straddled the captive woman's head, "could you clean me?"

The dazed grin turned positively goofy as her eyes tried to focus on the limp form that dangled in front of her. Willingly, her head lifted up and her mouth closed around me. With only the first languid stroke of her lips, I knew it was going to be a long and amazing afternoon!

Copyright, November 2011 by Deathlynx