0 comments/ 29064 views/ 0 favorites Photos By: Penelope Caesar You are warned that some people will find that the sex in the story below shocks them. IF IN DOUBT OR UNDER 18, READ SOMETHING ELSE. This story contains no reference to real events or to real people This story may be reproduced in any form provided credit is given to Penelope Caesar. * * * * * "Yes, that is the boat we were on. It is built like a Roman pleasure galley they say, with eighteen oars each side and that big pavilion on the back. There is no motor or anything, just the oars to drive the boat along." "Here are the slaves sweating as they row. They row nude except for the gloves on their hands; and the fetters tying them to the oar and to the bench. The galley can't break stroke if a slave wants to piss or to shit, so it all goes into gutters underneath them. If you look there and there you can sees that two of them were pissing when the shot was taken. And here is a shot of slaves cleaning the gutters at the end of a day." "That one shows the drummer and the steerswoman. We have a proper rudder rather than the Roman steering oars. The drummer sets the pace for the oarsmen's' stroke. You can see they both have whips at their belts, but they don't normally use them much." "This one shows the three working whips doing their duty. Each of them deals with six men on each side. When this was taken, the Captain had just ordered more speed at the end of a hard day, so the whips had plenty to do. You can see the fresh marks showing on most of the slaves shoulders." "This shows the cabin below the pavilion. The Captain, her officers and guests use it when they don't care to use the pavilion above. That is me as first officer, three gold stripes on my collar and my boot tops. That is normal uniform, but we put on more if the Captain wishes. The one with two gold stripes is the navigator, and the one with two red stripes is the Slavemistress. She is a tiny little thing, but she has a wrist of steel with the whip. A line of blood drops with every stroke. The other two women were guests. The man servicing the fat one is one of the two supernumerary oarsmen. You can see the other waiting by the door for when he is wanted. As soon as one of them's cock goes limp, he is put back on an oar and a replacement brought up to officers country. We officers and guests were getting through about twenty a day at the time. The crew women take as many as they feel like when the galley is moored. The other two men you see in the posing pouches, black ties and aprons are the stewards. They are never allowed to fuck or to row." " This shows the inside of the pavilion, looking forward. That is me with my back to the camera standing over the oar pit. Most of the slaves are looking past me at the display couch where you can see the two supernumeraries are sandwiching the other guest. The one up her backside has an extraordinarily thick cock, which is why the Captain ordered him up there. The Slavemistress there was whipping them to make them go into her harder. And just after this was taken she began to scream with orgasms." "Guests do pay passage money if the Captain thinks they should. She charged her own daughter for a trip last year. But of course the slaves pay almost all the costs. It is part of their servitude. And the Slavemistress picks and chooses over whom she will accept. She says she must have a balanced team every voyage." " The point is, my dear, there will be a vacancy for a whip for a two day trip in June. If I recommend you, the Captain will accept you. Given your looks, she will probably take you too. She is powerful sexual medicine." " I'll leave you these and the other photos to look at. Don't lose them or let anyone else see them. Give them back to me and tell me your decision tomorrow evening. We can talk about it when we have each had my husband and he is sleeping off the effects." Photos for a Friend Disclaimers: If you hate wife sharing fantasies don't read this story; instead click on the "romance" tag for some great stories of hot one on one monogamous sex. The true events forming the kernel of truth on which this story is based took place in the days before HIV. * At the time of VU my wife Dianne and I had been married and faithful to one another for 13 years. Diane tells me that she enjoys sex with me so much, and more than any of the lovers she had before we married, that she couldn't even think about cheating. And I feel the same way about her. She's also about the sexiest woman I've ever known. She has long brown hair and soulful brown eyes, full pouting lips made for kissing. Oh and her other lips, the ones on her pussy, were also just made for kissing. When she's aroused they swell up and open out begging for the touch of my tongue, and later for the deep sensual penetration of my cock. She's medium height with full hips and medium breasts that still stand up high and firm, with pencil eraser sized nipples that stiffen whenever she thinks about sex - which is plenty often. Yes, life with Dianne has been good. I'm 36 and Dianne is 35. Our friend Steve hadn't had it so good. Although he's a good looking guy with a good job, funny, intelligent, and a truly nice guy, he never actually seemed to be dating. It was like he was just terrified of women. He and I had talked about women a few times and I knew he wasn't gay. Just scared, though loathe to admit it. He always just said he was busy with his job, and "not now." I said the time of VU was significant. VU stands for Virgin University. No, there isn't really a VU. That was our creation. I came home after a night drinking with Steve to celebrate his birthday and told Dianne that Steve was still a virgin at 25, swearing her to secrecy since Steve was very embarrassed about it. Dianne was adamant that we had to do something to help him. "How?" I asked. "Sign him up for a dating service?" "That wouldn't help, Alan," Dianne said, "he's terrified of them. Those women would eat him alive." "What then?" I asked. "Buy him a prostitute?" "Ugh no," Dianne replied. "What a horrible way to lose your virginity. No, Steve is a darling and he deserves a nice girl who will treat him right. We don't need to find him dates. He's a good looking guy. Women will find him. We have to teach him how to date. We need to create VU, Virgin University." And so we did. Though we didn't put it that way to Steve of course. But when we finally broached the subject he agreed that he didn't know anything about going on a date, and was grateful for our offer to teach him. Our first lesson felt a little awkward because Steve was our "third wheel." Dianne and I went out to a nice restaurant for dinner making sure with our reservations that Steve, who arrived alone, sat at a table nearby. We made small talk over dinner and Steve was able to overhear bits and pieces of it. More importantly he could hear the tone and see our body language. After dinner we went to a movie and Steve was sitting in the row behind us. After a while I casually put my arm around Dianne and she snuggled against me and put her head on my shoulder. That was it, nothing serious. That was the point of the second lesson, in our home. Two people on a date could just enjoy one another's company and get to know each other, with nothing serious, nothing threatening, and nothing to be afraid of. He could do this. He practiced with Dianne across our kitchen table, chatting about this and that, Dianne correcting him whenever he got overly serious, maudlin, argumentative, or flippant. Finally he seemed to get the right tone. We moved on to flirting, teaching him first how to read when his date was flirting with him and how not to accidentally rebuff her. Then he learned some double entendre of his own, and how to deliver them with a glint in his eye. We told him not to expect sex right away, but not to be surprised whenever it did come, as we assured him it would. When? He would just know when the time was right, and he had to be ready, but relaxed, not tense. Act confident and it would make him confident. He had to know what to do when the time came. Not sex education. He knew all the mechanical stuff about what went where from school. He needed to know how men and women got to that point, with their bodies and with their emotions. We repeated the movie scenario with me and Dianne on our sofa and Steve sitting across from us. This time after I put my arm around her I caressed her upper arm and then her shoulder. I massaged her shoulders and neck, then moved down her back and up along her sides lightly brushing the sides of her breasts. I pointed out to Steve that I had just felt her breasts, but it all happened naturally and the point was to see whether she was going to stop me. "Since she didn't stop me," I said, "now I'm going to get a really good feel." I massaged from her shoulders up to caress her neck then turned her face towards me and kissed her gently. While we kissed my right hand caressed her cheek while my left hand slid down to cup her breast full in my hand. Then I showed him how to unfasten a bra strap. Dianne brought out three different types of clasps and showed him how each of them worked. Then turning her back to me and Steve she pulled off her shirt and asked him to unfasten her bra. His hands were shaking with nervousness and he couldn't do it. She told him not to worry and to look again at the pink one she had brought out which had the same type of clasp. He worked that one a couple of times and announced he was ready to try again. This time he did it and her bra fell to the floor. Did I mention that Dianne has the most beautiful back?! She congratulated him, pulled her shirt back on without the bra, and turned back around to give him a little kiss on the forehead. Her nipples were hard, standing out against the thin fabric of her shirt. I'm sure Steve noticed too. Anyway, that was it for that lesson. Finally it was time for his final exam at VU. He would go on a date with Dianne to a restaurant and movie, chat, and flirt a little. Then they'd come back to his house for a nightcap. I waited at his house and watched TV. When they arrived Dianne told me that Steve was doing very well. They talked some more. Steve put on some music and they danced, holding each other close for one slow song at the end. Dianne told him she was proud of his new confidence and asked him if he thought he was ready to date now. He said no. Dianne had him sit on the sofa with her and instructed him to put his arm around her as I had done. She snuggled against him with her head on his shoulder. Then she surprised me by telling him to massage her neck and work his way to cop a good feel of her breasts, as I had done in the earlier lesson. He looked at me questioningly, and I nodded. Dianne must know what she's doing. This could be just what he needed to really gain confidence. And secretly, the thought of our friend feeling Dianne's breasts and wanting her turned me on too. I wanted to see it. She cautioned him that he must not rush it too fast, nor go too slow. Just move at a natural pace. Steve had learned his lessons well, and before long he was locked in a passionate kiss with my wife while groping both her breasts. Dianne broke off their embrace. "That was good Steve," she giggled. "And I have to say I enjoyed my part as your teacher. So once you get to this point you know where it's going and what to do, right?" "No!" Steve looked distraught. "I couldn't take it any further. I can't date. I don't even want to, okay? Thanks for trying to help me but I guess I'm just hopeless." "But why?" Dianne asked. Steve didn't want to say but she persisted. "The thing is," Steve said, "my penis is really small." Dianne began, "Size isn't..." "Yeah, yeah," Steve interrupted, "I know, size isn't everything. But the sad truth is that isn't really true. Size means a lot to a lot of women." Dianne tried to argue with him, but he couldn't be moved. Finally he told the story of the last real date he had, six year earlier. Things had moved very fast, but when she opened his pants and pulled out his penis she had laughed at him and left. "Oh Steve," Dianne said. "some women are assholes, like that one. Some men are assholes too. Not most of them, thank God. And a lot of 19 year olds can be pretty stupid. There are plenty of women out there who would be perfectly satisfied with your body. You're not bad looking you know." "I don't want to be laughed at again," Steve said. "Come on then," Dianne said, "Show it to me." "What?" said Steve. "Do you trust me? Show me your penis and I promise I'll give you my honest opinion. I'll even tell you if I think it's funny." Steve hesitated. "N-n-no, I can't." "Tell you what," Dianne said. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine. Here's a down payment." She turned her back to him and slipped off her shirt. "Do you remember how to undo one of these?" Steve remembered. This time when her bra fell to the floor she turned back to him, proudly displaying her luscious breasts. Steve stared open mouthed at my wife's beauty. "You're so sexy Dianne!" She lifted her arms above her head sensuously. "Alright, your turn." Steve dropped his pants and boxers. His penis stood straight out. It was small and thin. The skin was stretched tight across his glans which looked shiny. "It's not that little," said Dianne. "On the small side, sure, but certainly not ridiculous. I've had lovers with cocks that size or even smaller. Have you measured it? How long is it?" "Four inches," replied Steve. "Really you had lovers this size? Were they any good?" "One was no good," said Dianne. "but not because of his dick. Just like I've had good lovers with big dicks and poor lovers with big dicks. The other boyfriend I had with a small dick was a very good lover. He always gave me an orgasm. Of course," Dianne turned to me with a leer, "That was all before I found my man, and I much prefer Alan. You see his cock size is beside the point. I fell in love with the man. It's the man who knows how to make love to me, not his cock." In fact I'm proud of my 7 inches, but now wasn't the right time for her or me to bring up that statistic. Steve seemed somewhat reassured. Slowly he said, "It's your turn now." "What?" Dianne asked. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" he reminded her. "Okay," Dianne laughed, and she wiggled out of her jeans and panties. Then she sat on the sofa across from him and put her feet up on the cushion, spread eagled, displaying her pussy to him in all its glory. "Oh God," Steve exclaimed, staring. My wife's pussy lips were just beginning to swell. My own cock had stiffened in reaction to this hot scene, and I just had to get in on this too. "It looks like we're ready to move on to one of the advanced lessons. Breast kissing and nipple sucking." I knelt and took Dianne's left nipple into my mouth. I kissed up and down and around her breast, circling back to her sensitive nipple, swirling my tongue around it and then sucking on it. "Now you try." Dianne shot me a look, but she didn't protest, especially after Steve fell to his knees beside me and repeated my actions on my wife's right breast. Having both nipples sucked at the same time was a new treat for her. Steve and I both stood up. Then he reached down and wiped Dianne's knee with his hand, apologizing profusely that he had dripped on her. "I always have a lot of pre-cum. I'm sorry." "Don't worry about that," said Dianne. "If you want to see some real juices flowing, take a look at my pussy now." Steve didn't need to be invited twice. He did look, very closely, as did I. My wife's labia were fully swollen and glistening with her pussy juices. "Let me taste that," she said, lightly touching two fingers to the tip of Steve's penis and carrying his pre-cum to her lips where she languorously licked it off. "Mmm, you taste good. Would you like to taste me?" Steve ran his finger along my wife's slit then dipped it into her vagina and withdrew it, sucking it like a lollipop. "You taste good too." Dianne whispered to me that we were getting carried away and it was time for us to go. I agreed wholeheartedly. Plus I couldn't wait to get home and fuck her. "Well Steve," said Dianne, "I think you are definitely ready. And I'm afraid it's time we need to go." "Hey, don't leave on my account," came a new voice from the hall. "It looks like things are just starting to get real interesting." Dianne awkwardly tried to cover her pussy and breasts as a stranger walked into the living room, staring appreciatively at my wife's ample charms. "Alan, Dianne, this is my friend Todd," said Steve. "He's staying with me for a while." Then to Todd, "We were just, um..." "I can see what you were just doing," leered Todd. "It's not like that..." began Steve. "We were giving Steve lessons in dating," said Dianne. "Oh I see," said Todd. "Did you know this guy is still a virgin then?" "Yes," I replied. "He just needs some self confidence." "Good luck with that! Those so-called friends he hangs around with will just tear him down again," declared Todd. "Is that true?" asked Dianne, who was no longer trying to conceal her breasts though she sat with her legs pressed tightly together. Steve just nodded unhappily. "What he really needs is some photos to show those guys, to make them think he's already getting some so they'll leave him the hell alone," said Todd. "If he had the picture I saw when I walked in, you know, putting his finger in your pretty little pussy, they'd show him some respect. I've got a camera. How about it? You want to take some photos, and fake some photos?" "I don't know," stammered Dianne, "what photos, what fake?" "We'll take a whole series of photos starting with that nice pussy, and making it look like he's fucking you," Todd said. "No," he cut off her protest, "that part won't be real, but we can make the photos look like it. And don't worry, we'll blank your face out of the shots. They just have to think he was fucking some beautiful woman. Nobody ever has to know it was you." "What do you think Alan?" Dianne asked. I agreed, swayed somewhat by Todd's promise of a set of the photos for us to keep. Todd got his camera and light and got started. The first photo showed them holding each other, as they had done earlier while dancing, but this time both of them were nude, their skin pressed tightly together as they kissed. Then he took the same shot but with their hands grasping each others' butts. Steve said that he had sucked Dianne's nipples earlier and that was really hot, and he requested a photo of that. Todd took a series of six photos of it, hands and mouth, both breasts, different angles. Then he took a photo of Steve's cock pressed against Dianne's breast, dripping pre-cum onto her nipple. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to give Steve a blow job would you?" asked Todd. "No I would not," answered Dianne huffily. Todd said never mind, and instructed Dianne to just hold his cock with her mouth close to it and open as though she's just about to suck him. He said people would see what they expected to see and he could get almost the same effect without her actually doing it. He took another photo with her pulling back on Steve's cock stretching his skin away from the glans, with her tongue out reaching towards it. Then she spit on her hand and rubbed the saliva all over his cock, and Todd took a photo which seemed to show his cock just coming out of her mouth dripping wet. The next photo showed Steve's head between my wife's thighs as though he were eating her pussy. The next photo was supposed to show Steve's tongue almost touching her pussy. What it actually showed was his tongue just barely touching her pussy. Todd loved the way Dianne's engorged clit stood up from its sheath. Her clit is really quite large. The next photo showed Steve's tongue pressed against her clit. This was all just too hot for either Todd or myself to stand any more, and we both had to drop our pants and slowly stroke our own cocks as we watched and took photos of Steve and Dianne. Todd's cock was longer than mine, about 8 inches, but pretty thin. His balls hung low and loose under his long thin rod. "Your wife is super hot," Todd said to me as he stroked his cock, "If she ever gets bored with her job she could have a great future making porn movies." "No thanks," I laughed, "I think this photo shoot will be enough for us." But I was really enjoying my wife being the center of attention, and thinking about how mad with lust both of us were going to be when we got home. The next photo was of Steve poised over Dianne as though just about to enter her. Todd took several shots of that pose from different angles. The next photo was of Steve on his back and Dianne poised above him as though she was just about to ride him. Again Todd took several shots. Dianne complained that she was getting tired holding the pose but Todd asked her to hang on because these were the best shots yet. The next photo was supposed to show Steve's cock almost touching her pussy. What it actually showed was his cock just barely touching her pussy. Steve had raised his hips just a fraction of an inch. "Oh, I'm sorry," Steve said. "No, that's really good," said Todd. "Is that okay Dianne? Can we get a couple more of those?" Dianne agreed. Looking back on it I don't know why she agreed to let his cock touch her pussy, nor why I didn't object. Well I guess it was the raging hormones and my own hard cock that kept me from objecting. I actually loved seeing that cock touching her pussy. And I guess Dianne liked feeling it touch her pussy as well. Todd followed that photo with another showing the tip of Steve's penis just inside Dianne's labia. Then one where it was pushing up against her big clit. Then one where half of Steve's cock head had disappeared inside the folds of my wife's labia. Then one where most of his cock head was inside her folds. Then Dianne slipped. She fell down onto the bed driving Steve's penis all the way up inside her vagina. My wife let out a little gasp and Steve moaned deeply. My wife started to rise up but Todd stopped her with a hand on the small of her back. "No, don't move away," he said. "This is great. Look, you're already fucking him, so why not get some photos of it?" Dianne settled back down onto Steve, driving his penis back inside her again. Then slowly up and down she bounced rocking on him. Todd took photos all the while, from afar showing my wife's graceful form as it danced atop our friend, and from close up showing their genitals locked together. I stared dumbstruck as my wife fucked our best friend, my cock in my hand lazily stroking it. Steve wasn't going to last for long. Faster and faster my wife rode him. As he began grunting his impending climax, so did my wife begin moaning her own. She came powerfully just before Steve shot his semen into her cunt. Todd took photos of the whole thing, and of my wife lying sated atop Steve's body. Then he took photos of Steve's cock, soft and even smaller, falling out of her cunt which began leaking semen. Dianne rolled off of him. Todd handed me his camera. "Can you take some photos of me, Alan?" I was too shocked by the whole situation to be able to respond. I'm not sure what I would have said or done; I was so horny maybe I wouldn't have said anything. But before I could have said anything Todd had mounted my wife and had two inches of his cock inside her. So I did the only thing I could do. I took photos. My photo of his cock buried in her cunt up to the hilt was followed by a photo of my wife's face, in obvious delight as the longest cock she had ever taken reached new depths of her vagina. The next photo was of his cock withdrawn all the way from her cunt with just the tip touching. Great gobs of Steve's semen had been scooped out of her cunt. When he drove back into her in one powerful thrust I took a photo of that, and a photo of my wife's face contorted in another powerful orgasm. Photos for a Friend They turned over and my wife rode him for a while. I took a photo of Dianne's pussy lips clinging to the side of Todd's penis as he withdrew it from her. I took a photo of his flaccid balls contracting as Todd approached his climax, and of my wife gazing at his face knowingly as he grimaced trying to hold back. I took a photo of his cock head just starting to squirt a string of sticky semen as my wife grasped his penis guiding it back into her cunt where it emptied his balls into her while she had yet another orgasm. Steve took a photo of me lapping at Dianne's pussy as I ate both his and Todd's semen from her. And he took a photo of my cock disappearing into her gooey slippery hole, where I came almost immediately. It was not my best performance by far. But then after Dianne's stellar two act performance that night, what could I expect? Afterward Steve went on to start dating and, even if he had not given his virginity to my wife, he would not now be a virgin. He's very grateful to us both. Todd asked several times for repeat performances over the past few months and Dianne always turned him down. But Dianne and I sometimes use those photos to get us hot for our own lovemaking. We both think about and relive that night in our fantasies. And I overheard Todd on the phone asking Dianne to come do a photo shoot with a friend of his. One of his friends is a 19 year old virgin with a six inch cock. The other friend has a 10 inch cock that's very thick. He told her she could choose who she wanted the photo shoot with, or she could do one this week and the other next week. Before Dianne turned him down I heard her ask a lot of questions about the second friend. He's well built and muscular. He's black. His cock is curved upwards and veiny with a broad glans. He's uncut. He has very good stamina. Tonight she told Todd no. But somehow I think we're going to get a new set of photos pretty soon. Maybe two. Photos For Her Hubby Joanne missed her husband, Rod, when he was away, he was a lot these days. Leaving her to her own company. At least she had her friend, Amy, and they spent a lot of time in each others company. Joanne was 32, and Amy was 37, the same age as Rod, with her own hubby, Ted, being older at 41. Ted never really got on with Rod and was glad of the frequent trips he took, meaning he could also enjoy Joanne's company, she was quite the prettiest thing he had seen and she also had a wicked sense of humour, sending both him and Amy into fits of hysteria on a regular basis. Amy had taken breakfast with Joanne one morning, Ted having left for work earlier, and they sat in the lounge chatting as usual. The chat got around to Ted's hobby of photography, and Amy got out their photo albums. Joanne had seen most of their photos before, but these albums contained their private collection. Joanne soon realised these were only meant for their eyes, as the pictures went from clothed shots to lingerie, to semi-nudes. Amy could tell by Joanne's expression that she was becoming more curious the further through the album they went. As they got to the final few pages, Joanne's eyes were on stalks, her usually shy neighbour and friend was totally naked, showing the camera all she had. "Blimey Amy, I didn't realise you let Ted take piccies like these" she said, "Of course, he loves to shoot me in the nude," she smiled. All the rest of the week Joanne couldn't take her mind off the pictures Amy had shown her. At dinner one night with Amy and Ted, the subject was brought up, and Amy suggested Joanne posing for some pictures, so Rod could take some with him as a keepsake while he was away. Joanne said she could never pose for a photographer and Rod would never take any of her as he hated cameras, he even had trouble with self-focus ones, he was a clever bloke but not when it came to technical things like cameras. It was then that Amy suggested letting Ted take some of her, only clothed stuff to start with, but just to see how she felt about them. Ted said he'd be delighted to photograph her, and with a little persuasion she agreed to let him take a roll of her in one of her summer dress's. Joanne was glad she'd agreed to let Ted shoot some pictures of her, she'd always liked him, and felt relaxed around him, he was quite the opposite of her husband, Rod was a very hyper-active bloke, and always had to be doing something, whereas Ted was a very laidback type, happy to sit and read or watch television, snuggled up to Amy. She took a long time getting ready, taking her time in the bath, applying her make up sparingly, and choosing her favourite floral summer dress. She arrived at Amy and Ted's around seven pm, and had a few drinks before Ted asked if she was ready to have her pictures done. Amy led Joanne towards the study, which doubled up as Ted's studio, and assured her he would only take the pictures she was completely happy with. Joanne sat on a chair, Ted taking the occasional picture as she shifted her pose slightly, before Ted asked her to stand by a window, telling her the incoming sun made a nice picture, what he didn't tell her was that it also made her thin dress almost transparent, allowing Ted and Amy to see her underwear, she had chosen to wear her best lingerie, a sheer white ensemble of bra and g-string, that was cut high and only covered the most intimate parts of her trim body. Joanne turned away from the window, the light outlining her torso, the curve of her waist highlighted by the beams of light, Ted and Amy exchanging glances, commenting on how naturally she posed. Ted asked Amy to get them something to drink, and she left the room to go to the kitchen. As Amy left the room, Ted went to sit along with Joanne, assuring her that she was welcome to pose as she wanted, and that the pictures would go no further than their house, as he developed his own films. She thanked him and Amy returned from getting the drinks, asking what they were chatting about, Joanne just smiled, and said they were discussing ideas for the next set of photos. The drinks finished, Joanne went back to the window, posing as before, until she flipped her dress over her ass, revealing her skimpy g-string, and bending slightly, giving both of her admirers a full view of her curvy ass cheeks. "Nice, very nice, just go with the flow jo" said Ted, smiling at Amy, she returned his smile, and said "come on jo, you know how sexy you can be." Joanne just swayed, letting her dress rise slowly, as she stood with her back to them, lifting it more and more, revealing her whole bare back to them, before lifting the dress right off her shoulders. Now all that she was wearing was the skimpy lingerie, her firm ass wriggled as she stepped from one foot to the other, still posing with her back to the camera. Slowly she turned, allowing Ted and Amy to take in the full extent of her trim frame. Her boobs were a nice pert and firm pair of 34c's, and really didn't need a bra, and her dark bush was visible through the sheer g-string. As Ted had her pose, her boobs were almost falling out from the delicate bra. And then they did, just one nipple barely becoming visible, she made no attempt to put it back in and allowed Ted to keep shooting. It wasn't long before her other nipple came into view, and Joanne just reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and let it slip from her shoulders, revealing for the first time her lovely pert boobs in all their glory. Joanne didn't seem bothered as Ted asked her to cup and caress them, and he even noticed her nipples becoming erect as time went on. Amy told Jo she looked fabulous, and told her to relax more. As she did, Ted asked her to remove her g-string, and without delay she did. Now standing before them in all her naked glory, Ted couldn't help but whistle, making Jo blush, Amy thumped him, and Jo said "Aww... don't hun, he's only trying to help me relax." Ted smiled at Amy, sticking his tongue out at her, she just laughed. It was not long before Ted had Joanne lying back on the carpet, legs spread, running her hands over her firm breasts. Ted decided to 'up the ante' and asked Joanne to rub her pussy, she did not even question the instruction, as by now she was getting very aroused, a point not lost on either Ted or Amy. Amy could feel her own panties moistening at what might take place next. Ted felt his own excitement building as he focused his camera on Joanne, and felt Amy rubbing closer to his arm as she tried to see what pictures the camera was capturing. He felt his erection pushing against his trousers as he continued to direct Joanne through her poses. Amy noticed his discomfort, and started to run her hand over it as Joanne posed on her hands and knees, facing away, she did not notice the action, until she turned her head to ask what pose Ted wanted next, and saw Amy pulling down his zip, before extracting Ted's large dick from the tightness of his chinos. As Ted allowed his attention to waver, he never noticed Joanne turning over and sliding her fingers into her pussy. She could not help herself, the thought of that large dick of his only a few feet away was making her drip with juice. It was several minutes before Ted realised what he was doing, and as he turned towards Joanne, he realised his wife had realised way before him. Amy was also openly rubbing her own pussy as she imagined what Joanne's pussy would taste like. It had been her plan to get her into this position, all the time Amy had known Joanne she had wanted to get into her knickers. And now Amy could see her fantasy becoming a reality as she watched Joanne hammering away at her dripping pussy with four fingers. She could feel her husband's dick swelling as she continued to pump it up and down, and Ted groaned as he shot an arc of cum straight towards Jo's stomach. Amy took this as her chance to get her hands on Jo, and knelt before her, slipping her hands onto Jo's thighs, and slowly licking up Ted's cum from her stomach. slowly making her way up to Jo's boobs, and slowly licking over her boobs till she had a nipple in her mouth. Instead of complaining, Jo actually pulled Amy closer into her boobs, forcing Amy to take more of her into her mouth. Ted felt his dick begin to rise again as he watched his wife sucking on Jo. He wasn't sure what to do, so he just kept taking pictures of the most erotic site in front of him. Ted watched as Amy worked her way down to Jo's pussy, slipping her tongue straight into the dripping folds, and running it up and down, causing Jo to writhe and moan as she neared an orgasm. As her orgasm overtook her, Jo screamed for Amy not to stop. Amy had no intention of stopping, and even as she felt her husbands dick enter her own pussy, she just alternated between pushing back onto him as she ducked her head down into Jo's spasming pussy. Joanne became aware of Ted fucking Amy, and decided she wanted some of the action. She manoeuvred herself so she was now lying under Amy in a sixty-nine position, her head under Amy's pussy as Ted's dick pounded in and out. She lifted her head to lick Amy's pussy, alternately swiping her tongue over Ted's balls as he ground into his wife. As Ted tried to speed up, his dick popped out, and Jo gave it a lick before aiming it towards Amy's pussy again, and Ted continued to slide in, occasionally, he deliberately let his dick slip out, knowing that Jo would always give it a suck or lick before placing it back towards Amy's pussy. It wasn't long before Amy started to pant heavily, and came all over both Jo's face, and Ted's dick. Jo pulled his dick out, flicking her tongue over its cum-coated head, before taking his length right into her mouth, sucking as if her life depended on it. Amy moved her body off Jo's, and she watched as her husband had his dick sucked by their new sex partner. Jo looked up towards Amy and asked, "Let him fuck me, please!!." How could Amy deny them all that pleasure, it would make her as pleased as it would both Ted and Jo, so she just nodded her head, replying, "Ted, give her what she wants. " Ted just moved around Jo's body, laying between her legs, and with help from Jo, he pushed his pulsing dick deep into her tight pussy. Ted bucked away at her pussy, trying to almost force her through the carpet as he ground down onto her. She still panted for him to do her harder, and Ted tried as hard as he could to fulfil her request. It wasn't long before Ted felt his impending orgasm. Luckily it coincided with Jo screaming like a banshee that she was also coming, and he filled her drenched pussy with his second load of cream. They all lay there for several minutes after, no one saying a word till Jo turned to Amy, "I hope I can borrow Ted again soon?" she smiled, "Anytime, as long as I can have you too" Amy laughed in reply. The three friends, and now lovers, had many photo sessions, all of which ended up in a threeway. Joanne's husband didn't get to see many of the pictures, but then no one seemed to mind, as long as they had fun. Photos for my Valentine It was the first Valentine's Day we would actually spend together, and I wanted everything to be perfect. When our relationship began, it was all pictures and emails. It had to be; we lived so far apart that actual visits were few and far between. Back in those days, we longed for physicality—for touch. We'd stay up late at night chatting about our desires: skin against skin, flesh beneath nails, tensed muscles, sweat. But, for going on 10 months now, flesh had become commonplace. Not that we were tired of it—we still loved each other's bodies to bits, but we lost some of that fire we'd once had. Not only was the creativity noticeably deficient since we stopped communicating our desires with only words and photos to aid us, but something else had changed, too. We no longer grasped. So, I sent him a note at work: Dear Lover, I want to do something spectacular for us this Valentine's Day, but it will take the whole first part of the month to plan. Think you can get by without me? It will be worth it, I promise. XO P.S. Keep the 14th open for me. He agreed, his curiosity getting the better of his reluctance, and on January 31st, I moved into a hotel. * * * * * The first day's photos were beautiful, but pretty innocuous. I went to the salon, had my long, light brown hair shaped and highlighted, got a manicure, pedicure, facial—the works. I even had my makeup done professionally. I bought some new lingerie—white and sheer and flowing—and a pair of hot red stilettos, throwing a little naughty in with the nice. I even hired a professional photographer to ensure I looked amazing. On February 1st, he woke up and found a photo of me, standing with my stockinged legs spread wide, and my ass popped up to the camera showing off the lacy panties I'd chosen. The heels made my legs look long and lean, and my face, turned back toward the camera, wore a smirk somewhere between come and get it, baby and you wish you could have this. On the back, was a note: Dear Lover, On the first day of love and sex, I give to thee... Well, you'll just have to get online and see for yourself. XO As the site scribbled below the signature loaded, he saw the banner of my nude body in profile, pale and brightly illuminated against a dark backdrop. (I was stretched across a counter top, and I remember, feeling a little ridiculous trying to look sexy, but when the photographer showed me the proof, I had to admit, he knew what he was doing. After seeing that shot, I invited him to stay on for the duration of the project. Dan was his name. He remained very professional when I offered him the job, seeming pleased just to have that much guaranteed work.) When the site was finally up, he read the header, "Photos for my Valentine: 14 Days of Love & Sex," and knew he was in for a long two weeks. He opened the first gallery, clicking on the date, below the digital version of the photo I'd left, and scrolled through the images. Each row revealed more of my body as I gradually removed piece after piece of trimming for the photos. As he got close to the end, he lingered on a photo of me slowly pulling the strap of my g-string down to remove it, breasts pressed together slightly by my forearms, face looking turned on as he's ever seen me, and a thought occurred to him: someone is taking these photos! He couldn't decide if he was more jealous or turned on. He scrolled to the bottom of the page and found a box, labeled, "Comments?" "You are beautiful," he wrote, "and your body is amazing! I've never wanted you more than I want you right now... " I'd been waiting for his reaction, so my reply went up immediately: "Just you wait, baby. <3" "Oh, I knew I shouldn't have looked at this before going to work," he said to himself, reaching down and adjusting the bulge in his pants. * * * * * The next few days elapsed as you might expect, each day a new gallery was posted to the site, each filed under the date. The photos varied from day to day—different costumes, different poses. There was one day of nothing but different style coats with lingerie underneath. Another was leather themed, a very classic dominatrix-y look. There was a geek day, where I dressed in nothing but sexy cosplays of our most beloved characters. (My favorite was Zhaan, the blue alien woman from Farscape. I never thought I'd look good without hair, but I have to say, I pulled the look and attitude off perfectly.) They got a bit racier as time went on, too. One day featured about 40 images of me using different toys on myself. My favorites were the ones where Dan had managed to capture me at the instant of orgasm (which I'd had more than a few of during that shoot!). Each evening (he'd learned better than to check in the mornings—though it was hard not to get on just for a peek), my lover would get on and write me messages about the photos. What turned him on about them, which were his favorites, what he wanted to do to me in different outfits, how hard he got just thinking about what was in store for him at night. I loved the way he described in detail exactly how he wanted to touch me. The way he wanted to run his fingers up those stockinged legs, then tear them apart with his teeth. How he wanted to ravish me, forcing me into the wall I was posing beside and pounding hard and fast until we were both too exhausted to go on. It was definitely a challenge to keep up the barrier I'd established, but I managed to restrict my communications to one-line teasers and photos. It seemed to make him want me all the more. * * * * * Then, on February 10th, a different gallery heading appeared. This one was called, My Fantasy, and the cover photo didn't feature me at all. Instead, it showed an artistically shot, almost to the point of being abstract, bit of coiled rope. When he opened the gallery, the first image showed my arms, intricately bound in elaborately tied knots. The pictures that followed, showed a man's hands, thick and rough, wrapping and tying, wrapping and tying, working toward the finished product that the first image had shown. The sight of the man's hands—where for ten days, he had only seen me—was jarring. He scrolled quickly through the images, checking for traces of the man and how and where he touched me. Deeper into the gallery, more of the man was revealed, his arms, shoulders, back, but never his face. This wasn't out of bounds for us, he had to finally admit to himself. We'd always talked about being open to pursuing other sexual contact if we felt our needs weren't being met, and I did ask him on the way out the door if he wanted to set any rules. "I trust you," he told me, and then kissed me deeply, pulling my body against his. It was a kiss that said, I don't know when I'll be able to do this again, so I'd better make it good. And it was. After collecting himself, he went back through the images, more slowly this time, paying attention, remembering this gallery was called, My Fantasy, and watching for the elements that made it so. There was one shot early on where Dan had managed to catch a look of pleasure on my face just as one of the ropes around my arm was pulled taut, and in that moment, my lover understood. He watched the expressions on my face, the tension building in my body as I sat on my knees, my legs spread wide, the most sensitive parts of myself exposed to the camera, and held fast by rope. The last photos captured just how wet I had become, strings of thick juices running down my legs, and he thought of how he wanted to be there with me in that pleasure. How he wanted his tongue between my legs, tasting and swallowing every drop that escaped me. How he wanted to feel his cock, harder than ever, gliding into me with ease. He wanted to take me like that, my body immobilized, feeling me strain against the ropes as he thrust. And then he saw the next row of pictures. Fingers, a man's fingers, pushing inside of me, the muscles of my legs tight, straining against the rope. My face in ecstasy. The last image was a perfectly captured penis the moment before it slipped inside. * * * * * So much was running through his mind. He had to work really hard to collect himself before sending me anything. He wasn't expecting this, and he was jealous, but at the same time he was so very turned on. And not just by the images of me. He was turned on by the thought of me taking control of the situation, of me pursuing my fantasy, seeking sexual gratification. And the photos, he realized, were a way for me to share it with him. His first comments were practical—addressing safety and STI testing and the like. This was the only time I broke character the entire 14 days. I wanted him to know that everything was my doing, that everything was safe, that I had thought through all the details and there was nothing he needed to worry about. Still a little shaken, but seeming to accept the situation, he finally asked, "So, did you have fun?" I gave him a teasing, emoticon smile, and told him, "Check back tomorrow and see." The next day's images were more graphic and intense and beautiful than anything he'd ever seen. Dan was a through-and-through professional, keeping the focus of every single image on me and my experience of the encounter. My lover was astounded by the pictures he received, amazed at how stunning I looked as I gave completely in to the pleasure being inflicted upon me. Tongue, dick, fingers, toys, all were used tirelessly, filling and covering every part of my body until I was sore and exhausted. This session had produced more images than any so far, over 50 photos in all. The final image, and the one that he thought it odd he was most drawn to, was of me, red marks across my skin where ropes had lain, naked on the bed, my right hand resting on my stomach. I was asleep, but the look on my face still had the faintest trace of the pleasure. That evening, he told me only that he wished, he could be the one giving me that pleasure. My answer: "I promise, you will be." * * * * * Day 12 brought another new heading: Your Fantasy. At this, he was intrigued. We had talked about so many possibilities, so many things that would be unbearably arousing to him, but then again, we'd done most of them, so he was stumped as to what this gallery might hold. The image was no help either—slender fingers, brushing gently against reddened lips. It could have been anything involving me, my fingers, or my lips, the way he saw it. Opening the gallery, he almost didn't believe the images spread before him. It was me, yes, but I wasn't alone. A dark-haired beauty with full lips and tanned skin shared the spotlight with me. Her breasts were large compared with the small mounds that occupied my chest, and her hips and legs were full like mine. She was something to behold! (In fact, one of my favorite images from the whole project was of me sitting back and beholding her, just taking in every curve of her body, the way her hair fell and cast a shadow across her face, her deep, dark, seductive eyes.) We took turns taking charge. One image would be me pushing her back against the wall while I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, and the next would be her kissing down my goose bump dotted stomach. One photo that he particularly liked, captured us holding each other as we kissed, my fingers gently caressing her arm, her hand in my hair, pulling it away from my face, framing the place where our lips met, and the tip of her tongue found mine. By the end of the gallery, I had taken the role as aggressor. The final row captured a look of wonder on my face as my fingers thrust into and against her at the final moment of an extended orgasm. My lips parted, as I inhaled, my eyes trained on her face, measuring her expression as her body contorted beneath me. When she finished, I removed my fingers, and crouched down to kiss her. Her body shivered in delight at the contact, still buzzing from the intensity of preceding moments. I still remember the smell of her, her taste—it was intoxicating. * * * * * February 13th bore no photos. Instead the gallery opened to an invitation to join me at the hotel suite where I'd been staying. It specified that my guest arrive in formal attire, "looking hot," but that nothing else was required. He brought flowers anyway. A dozen red roses, which I must say looking back was a smart move—they popped against his black suit like sparks carried away on the wind in the night. A note on the outside of the door warned him that Dan was inside. He's been very professional, I assure you. Trust me, and try to act natural. - XO Inside, my lover was immediately greeted with camera flashes, and he did his best to ignore Dan as he looked around for me. He noticed a trail of clothing leading from the doorway around the corner. Upon inspection, the first item was a gorgeous black dress he'd always wanted to see me in. On top of it lay a photo of me slipping it off of my shoulders. He followed the trail of garments, undergarments, heels, stockings, and the photos of me removing each item one by one down the hall. Dan kept up with him, recording every moment in perfect detail, like the one where my lover lifted my dress off the ground, examining it, and then held it to his face, inhaling, flooding his senses with the smell of me that had been so long absent. As he made it closer to the door where the garments stopped, it occurred to him to remove his clothing to match me. He threw his jacket over the sofa, loosened and pulled off his tie, and then unable to bring himself to wait a moment more, he opened the door. Inside, I was half submerged in a deep claw foot bathtub, much wider than my narrow body required. My hair was pulled back exposing the long, slender line of my neck and its intersection with my shoulders. I was blindfolded, and had headphones in my ears, their cord trailing back to an MP3 player on a table nearby. My lover's left hand brushed against a table covered in toys and tools—ropes, lubes, oils, outfits, the works, and in front of them all, another note. It read, simply: I'm yours. * * * * * I'll let him tell you the story of what he did to me and how. Suffice it to say his creativity was back in full force after thirteen days of imagining what he would do to me. At first having Dan there threw him off. He pulled one head phone from my ear and began to whisper what he was going to do to me, and then stopped abruptly, asking, "Does he have to be here?" I reached up, cupping my dripping hand around his neck and pulling his face to my lips for a kiss. I whispered in his ear, "It will all be worth it. Trust me." Then with a bit of a grin, I added aloud, "Actually, it's kind of hot, once you get used to it...knowing he's watching you." * * * * * Many, many hours of unrestrained pleasure later, we finally drifted off to sleep, our naked bodies entwined. Dan snuck out while we slept, but not before leaving us a Valentine's Day gift of his own. Projected on the wall when we woke up, we found a slide show of our night together. My laptop on the bedside table was open to the page I'd been updating that month. The last gallery spot was filled. It held 359 photos, more than all the other galleries combined. Photo after photo gave life to our bodies against each other, hands clasped tightly together, exchanged glances and pleasures. Looking in our faces as we scrolled through the gallery, it became clear: our longing for flesh was renewed. Every Valentine's Day since, we've held our own photo shoots (no Dans involved), each year adding a new gallery to our collection. But at the end of the evening, when there's simply no more sex to be had, we open up the photos of our first Valentine's Day together. We click through them one by one, remembering the year we had 14 days' worth of love and sex, and how it came all at once. Photos in Jamaica AJ and Shelly were getting close to celebrating their sixth anniversay and wanted to do something special. Shelly was 29 and worked as a book keeper. She was 5'1" and not quite 100lbs soaking wet. Shelly had curly brown hair that went just below her shoulders and had a youthful look to her that her height did not help with. She was usually carded every time she tried to go out and get a drink. She had a shapely ass and breasts that were a big on her tiny body with a bra size of 34C. In college Shelly had partied pretty hard with some light drug use and alcohol, but had become more conservative as she got older. When it came to sex, she had always been more of a tease. She had only had sex with two men before getting married and they were long term relationships. Even though she was often told how beautiful she was, she rarely wore clothes that showed her body off. Part of the problem was her size. She either had to wear teenager clothing or it didn't fit right. Since Shelly did not like looking so young, she usually went with the latter option. Her husband AJ was 34 and worked as a marketing consultant. This forced him to be out of town fairly often. When he was away they talked online with webcams and AJ could occasionally get Shelly to take her clothes off online. This method of staying connected worked for them and while it didn't do much for Shelly sexually, AJ loved it. She would draw the line at taking naked pictures though. She was always hearing about some famous person who had some naked pictures taken getting released on the internet. Even though she wasn't famous, it made her nervous to have any out there. The couple decided to go to Jamaica for a week as their present to each other. One of the things they loved most was traveling to different beaches. In six years they mostly stayed in the USA and went down to Mexico and Brazil a few times. With all the traveling AJ does for work, he gets a lot of airline miles for vacations. Shelly was so excited to go the exotic beaches of Jamaica. AJ had been out of town for two weeks before their trip and she was looking forward to the sex. It wasn't often she craved it this much, but she had stopped taking birth control recently in hopes they could conceive their first child. Shelly packed a few extra pieces of lingerie and some of her smaller bathing suites in hopes of enticing AJ. ********* Two nights before they were expected to leave AJ called Shelly, "Hey honey, I am going to have to change our plans slightly. This deal I am working on is taking longer to close than I expected. I am going to have to meet you there instead of flying out with you." Shelly was really disappointed but knew the deal he was working on could be big for them. "As long as you get there the same day, then I guess it's okay." She told him trying to be her supportive self. "I'll let you know as soon as I have my tickets. I love you!" The next morning before leaving for work Shelly checked her email, AJ had emailed his itinerary and it was for two days after she was getting there. He included a note saying, "I'm so sorry honey, this is the next flight out I could get. This deal will be worth it to us financially if I can close it though." While she knew the money would be a good thing. They were already in good shape so it didn't make her feel much better about the situation. ********** Shelly arrived in Jamaica without any major issues. Her flight was a little late, but when are they not these days? Since she left from Florida, she actually gained an hour and arrived a little after lunch. Without AJ there, she planned to spend her time laying on the beach. Shelly got to the hotel and went straight for her bathing suit without bothering to unpack yet. She didn't want to waste any sun. She found a pink bikini that wasn't anything special. It fully covered her main areas which is what she was looking for. As Shelly put her bikini on she looked at herself in the mirror. She was more white than usual as it was still early in the year. At least with AJ coming in late, she could catch up on her tanning as he was always wanting to go on some adventure. Shelly got to the beach and was in aw. This was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. The ocean was so clear and the sand was incredibly soft and white. She picked out a chair and sat down. Shelly applied sun oil to herself and laid on her back. For the next hour or so Shelly watched a few people go up and down the beach. There were two families not particularly close to her but close enough to see. It wasn't real crowded which she liked. Shelly and AJ like to go during slow times to avoid crowds. Shelly flipped over and laid on her stomach to let her back get some sun. She noticed a man walking down the beach in a red bathing suit and a bag over his shoulder. She noticed how well built he was. Broad shoulders and a very well defined body. You could see every muscle clearly defined on this young man who couldn't have been more that 24. As he walked down the beach he would stop and talk to people he was passing. "He must be selling something." Shelly thought to herself. She had already planned to pretend to be asleep if he came over to her. He walked over to one of the families and starting talking. He handed the mother a piece of paper and shook her hand. This sparked Shelly's interest as she loved to people watch. The mother started calling out for the kids and four kids went over to her. The man pulled a professional looking camera out and gathered the kids up. He put them in some great beach poses that really impressed Shelly. She didn't know much about photography, but it was clear this man knew what he was doing. After several shots he went back to the mother and talked some more. Then he started down the beach again. As he got closer to Shelly, she didn't feel as threatened as she did at first, but didn't make any attempt to move as he approached. "Excuse me, miss?" The man said. Shelly looked up at him noticing he sounded more American than Jamaican. "I hope you don't mind me saying anything, but I see a lot of people come out here and get burned. You just look like your starting to get a little red." Shelly wasn't sure what to say and felt a little nervous, so all that came out was, "Okay, thanks." With that the photographer gave her a warm smile that she noticed was very attractive. He reminded her a little of Will Smith, but a little bigger muscle wise. Shelly was expecting a sales pitch, but after the brief smile he went on his way. She watched him make his way further down the beach. She decided she didn't want to burn so she gathered her stuff and went back to her room. ******* Later that night she got on the webcam with AJ through her laptop. "I wish you were here!" Shelly told AJ. "It's so beautiful!" She said excitedly. "Did you get any pictures for me?" AJ asked. Shelly's mind immediately went to the photographer. "No, I just laid out for a little while." "I have heard they have some beautiful waterfalls and swimming holes." AJ told her. They talked a little more and eventually they started flirting. "Did you get any tan lines today?" AJ asked. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Lets see..." Shelly said teasingly. Shelly had on a tank top with spagetti straps. She slowly let the strap on her left side fall down. She looked at AJ through the computer and watched his eyes lock into her every movement. She let the other strap down. Her dress slipped a little to expose the tops of her breasts but stopped. It was only being held up by her perky breasts. Shelly let her arms out of the straps and slowly pulled the dress down to just above her nipples. "On the other end of the computer AJ was rubbing himself through his pants. "Oh Shelly, you are so sexy. I can't wait to see you in two days! You must be the most beautiful woman there!" "Keep going." Shelly said enjoying the compliments and leaning forward so AJ could see down her fantastic cleavage. "I can only imagine taking you to around to all of the exotic locations. You would be like a super model on location!" Shelly let her top over her small, but hard nipples and squeezed her tits together for AJ. "And what are you going to do to me when you get here?" Shelly asked. "I am going to make love to you like never before!" AJ said and the video started to get choppy and froze. A moment later her cell phone rang. "Hey, honey. They probably don't have the best Internet there, but my screen is frozen with you showing me your breasts! I wish I could save it." AJ said. "You had better not!" Shelly quickly reacted. AJ laughed and Shelly knew he wouldn't. They talked a little while over the phone about the deal he was working on and he planned to close it the next day. Shelly didn't go out that night. She ordered room service and watched TV mostly. She sat on the balcony watching the sun go down. The colors were so amazing. She started thinking about her conversation with AJ and an idea came into her head. She could get some professional photos of her on the beach tomorrow. Nothing crazy, but if she could get some nice professional shots. She could give that to AJ as an anniversary present! ****** The next day arrived and Shelly started with a workout in the hotel mini-gym and went for a short jog on the beach. She didn't want to go far being alone and all so she stayed close to the strip of hotels. She noticed some waves and a few surfers and watched them as she ran. It wasn't long before she was at the last hotel and noticed a surfer coming in not far from her. It looked like the photographer. She decided to casually run closer to see if it was him. She was within about 20 feet and recognized that it was him when suddenly her feet were taken out from under her and she fell hard on her side. The wave wasn't that big, it hit her legs just right and she wasn't wasn't watching. "Are you alright?" The photographer said helping Shelly to her feet. Feeling embarrassed, Shelly tried to brush it off and looked into his dark eyes for a moment. "Did I see you yesterday taking pictures of some families?" She tried changing the subject. "Yeah, that was me." "Well, um." She started feeling nervous to ask "Were you looking to have some pictures done?" He asked trying to break the ice. "Well I'm here on vacation for my anniversary and my husband hasn't arrived yet. I was thinking of getting some professional photos done to give him as a present." She realized she just told him her husband wasn't here and regretted it immediately. "Sure, I do all kinds of pictures. Do you know what you had in mind?" "Well, just something professional looking. Maybe something he could frame at work. I was just thinking the scenery would be really nice here." "Sure no problem. I have my portfolio in my bag if you want to look at it." They walked up to where his duffel bag was and he opened it up. Shelly noticed her whole side was wet and sandy. She started to brush herself off as he pulled a large binder out of his bag. She noticed he didn't have his camera gear, it looked like mostly a change of clothes. He started to hand it to Shelly and stopped noticing how much sand she had on her. They both laughed for a moment and he held it out flipping through the pictures. Shelly decided she only wanted pictures from the beach so she wouldn't have to go anywhere with him, but the pictures all looked so great she was second guessing herself. "By the way, I'm Jerrik." He introduced himself formerly. "I'm Shelly. It's nice to meet you." She said politely. They talked for a few minutes about the pictures and what she wanted. She saw one picture of a waterfall that was the most amazing sight. It was as clear as a swimming pool and the vegetation around it looked so undisturbed by nature. "Where is this?" "It's about five miles from here. We can go there if you want or we can stay here on the beach. These are your pictures." Jerrik sounded so professional it made Shelly feel safe and against her better judgement said, "Okay, lets go there." "I need to go to my place and get ready. I can pick you up outside your hotel in an hour. Which hotel are you at?" Shelly told him which hotel and asked if she needed to bring anything. "Just what ever you want to wear. You should bring a few different things. The colors and contrast can make a world of difference." Shelly ran back to the hotel, took a quick shower, put on some makeup and was doing her hair when she noticed the time. She put on her favorite summer dress and went quickly to the lobby. She saw Jerrick sitting outside in a black Jeep with no doors or top on it. "Sorry ,I'm late!" Shelly said climbing in. "No worries!" He said pulling onto the road. As they drove they made some small chat and Shelly found out that Jerrick lived in the USA for ten years and had come home for the photography. He was only doing free lance, but has sold some stuff to some major studios and was hoping to grab a full time gig. The further they went the smaller the roads until they were on more of a trail than a road through a tropical forest when they ran out of road and he stopped. "We have to walk from here." Jerrick said getting out and grabbing his gear. Shelly followed closely behind. As she followed him she noticed again hot fit he was. Jerrick was wearing a tank top that didn't cover much and running shorts. They walked about a mile and Shelly's feet were starting to hurt in her sandals. "Watch your step" He said as they came to a small clearing. The landscape was amazing. On one side you had a waterfall that was only about 10 feet high. There were large rocks to the sides with the most incredible assortment of trees, bushes and flowers you have ever seen. Jerrick put his stuff down and started unpacking his gear. "Lets start off on the rocks over there." Shelly went over to where he directed. He came over with his camera and started taking pictures with some basic sitting and standing pictures. He had her lay on one of the rocks and helped put her arms and body in position without making Shelly uncomfortable. In fact she was starting to feel relaxed. "That's it, you're a a natural." "You look amazing! Now over at that tree!" She was starting to feel like a real model. "You didn't bring a bathing suit did you?" He said knowing the answer. "No", she said regretting she forgot being in such a rush. "Well why don't just walk into the shallow area over here and we can get some better shots with the waterfall behind you." Shelly did as instructed with no questions. "You are so stunning, Shelly. lets back up a little." Shelly backed up and noticed the bottom of her dress was getting wet. She made several more poses and Jerrick kept talking to her making her feel sexy and relaxed. "I want you to stand under the waterfall now." He told her. Shelly started to object, but she was in the zone and felt the scene. The water got too deep and Shelly had to swim over to the waterfall. The water was so warm and tranquil. Jerrick went to his bag and got another camera. It was not the same professional grade camera as the other, but it was water-proof. He was able to walk all the way across without getting his shoulders wet and approached Shelly. This time he was closer to her as he took more pictures. He lifted Shelly easily up on some rocks so she wasn't under water. Her wet summer dress clung tightly to her small body. As Jerrick took his pictures he could see her dress was nearly transparent. Shelly's makeup had mostly washed away except for a little eyeliner that was running slightly. It made her look raw and sexy. Jerrick reached out and pushed one of the straps off her shoulder. Shelly's nipples instantly hardened with excitement. She tried to focus on her husband and this is why she was here. Jerrick walked her backwards until she backed into the side of the small waterfall. "Pull your dress up so I can see all of your legs." He said with more authority this time. She pulled them up to the middle of her thigh. "Higher" he told her. Shelly hesitated and he moved her hands and dress for her showing the front of her panties. She felt so sexy she didn't want it to stop. Shelly knew what she was doing was wrong. She held the there while he took more pictures. Shelly watched Jerrick closely as he took the pictures. His black skin so wet, droplets of water rolled to the cuts of his muscles. She found herself getting hotter. He pulled the other strap off her shoulder and she clung her arms to her chest in reaction. She noticed the bulge in Jerrick's shorts. It was starting to tent. Then she saw the tip of his penis peek out the bottom. Her eyes glued to this growing penis. Jerrick grabbed Shelly's sundress and pulled it down off her chest exposing her breasts. She couldn't believe she was letting this happen. She has been so horny for the last few weeks and needed to feel a cock. With her eyes still glued to it, Jerrick got even closer and picked Shelly up like a ragdoll. She wrapped her legs around him as he kissed her neck roughly. He carried her to the middle where she knew she couldn't stand. She kept her legs tight around him as she pulled his shirt off. She rubbed his chest. She had never felt anyone this muscular before. Jerrick pulled the dress up and over her head leaving her all exposed except for her panties. He kissed and licked her breasts which were small in his giant hands. With one hand he reached under the water and ripped her panties off. Shelly was so hot she couldn't take it. She reached down and shoved his shorts down enough to pull his dick out. She couldn't see it, but she couldn't get her hand all the way around this growing cock. She aimed it at her pussy and rubbed it over her slit. She worked to fit it in but she couldn't get it past the tip. Jerrick walked to the edge of the water and put her down. Shelly went immediately to her knees and wrapped both hands around it. She put it in her small mouth, but she couldn't get much of it in because of its girth. Jerrick laid her back and put himself over her and positioned his cock at her hole. He rubbed it up and down and fit the head in. She was so tight he couldn't believe it. He lifted her legs up and put them on his shoulders. He slowly worked himself further in. Shelby was mixed with passion and pain. "Lay down" She told Jerrick firmly. He laid on his back and this time she aimed herself over him. She lowered herself with her legs and put the giant head in. Shelly slowly moved herself up and down easing herself further onto him as she was slowly stretched. He filled her in ways she had never felt before. As she thought about the feeling a climax came over her and she gushed her juices around his cock. Making things more lubricated and her muscles now relaxing more, she quickened her pace. Her breasts bounced with her movements as she moved faster and faster. Another orgasm came shaking her out of her rhythm. Jerrick rolled her over and put her face in the dirt. He lifted her ass in the air and entered her from behind. As he pumped into her, her tits bounced into the wet dirt. He pushed harder and harder. Shelly pushed back to meet his thrusts and felt his load explode into her. As his cock unleashed its load she could feel it pulsate in her tight pussy. This sent her over the edge into another orgasm collapsing into the dirt. As Jerrick pulled out, Shelly could feel the cum dripping out. Her emotions were going wild. She felt like a slut, but also totally satisfied. As she lay there with her ass still in the air and covered in mud, she heard the familiar clicks of the camera. She turned around to see Jerrick taking pictures of her and froze.