2 comments/ 18412 views/ 0 favorites The Best of Both Worlds By: Rod Reddy Jenna stood in front of the airport terminal, her bags stacked beside her, and frowned as she looked up the street. There was no sign of Hal's limo. He had promised to send it for her. Had there been some kind of mix-up? Even frowning, Jenna was a spectacularly beautiful woman. She was dressed to the nines since the limo was supposed to take her to Hal's office, and he always wanted to see her in a skirt, stockings and high heels. Also, old-fashioned panties, if they got to that. However, her clothes were only the frosting on the cake. The real delicious part was Jenna herself: She was five feet nine with showgirl legs, curvy hips, and full breasts which sat up nicely despite her 35 years. She had gray-green eyes, high cheekbones, and a nose that was straight but not large, all topped by fluffy blonde hair. Males ogled her wherever she went. Her wireless phone played its little tune, and she quickly answered. "Darling!" Hal said. "I know you are waiting for the car, but a terrible thing happened. My driver had an accident. Nobody's hurt, but the car is disabled. So I have asked Derek from the office to pick you up. He should be there at any moment. He's a good boy. Sorry, cupcake, but I will see you soon, hm?" "Yes, Hal," she said with a sigh. "Kisses." "Kisses, my darling...everywhere you want them." The line clicked dead, and Jenna put the tiny phone back into her purse. Fuck, she thought. So she would have to make conversation with some dolt, and she wasn't in the mood. She had just spent a difficult few days visiting her family in Iowa. She hadn't seen them in awhile, and it was something of a shock to return there and find out how far from them she had drifted in her thoughts and lifestyle since she had moved away 16 years ago. She had gotten married and divorced, taken a job in Vegas, and now was snuggled safely in the arms of a rich man in California. It was as if her siblings and parents were living in a different world, which of course they were. It was a world of corn stalks, pigsties, farmyard aromas, and church socials on Sunday. She could no longer relate. A car pulled over abruptly in front of her, the young man behind the wheel bending forward to look her over, then smiling. Jenna was used to having men look at her and even pull their cars to the curb and try to pick her up on occasion, though she gave such characters short shrift. Now, however, she assumed this was her ride to Hal's office, and she raised her hand tentatively in recognition. The car stopped, and the young man hopped out. He was tall and wiry, built like a basketball player but in a business suit. He had a shock of black hair and a toothy grin. Rounding the car, he said, "Miz Reynolds?" "Yes." "I'm Derek. Mister Burnham sent me." "Yes, I know." "I'll just load your bags in the car." He did that quickly, and Jenna marveled at how lithe he was. She fleetingly imagined him doing sex – mounting and thrusting, holding female legs in the air. He would be good at all that, she judged. She got in the front of the car next to Derek since he had placed her bags on the back seat rather than in the trunk. It was a small car, and the trunk was probably dinky, she assumed. As soon as they took off and began to wind their way out of LAX, Derek said, "Mister Burnham told me to drive you to your apartment." "Oh?" "If that's all right." "Of course." Jenna had assumed that Hal would want to take her to lunch, but no matter. He probably had a business meeting. She would be seeing him later today, no doubt. As she rode along next to Derek, she thought about her relationship with Hal. He was very attentive and generous. The fact that he also was 62 years old and had been told by his doctor that he was not a good candidate for Viagra entered into the equation, as well. All of her orgasms lately had been clitoral, induced by tongue and fingers, except when she used her trusty love-toy, but a toy was a poor substitute. Sometimes a lady needed a real cock – good and hard, of course. Jenna hadn't received one like that in quite awhile. However, there were other things in life besides cocks. There was, for example, money. Also, there was her closeness to a really important and intelligent man with whom she loved to converse, who had taught her many things about life, and to whose sympathetic ear she had revealed her innermost thoughts and feelings so that they understood each other as well, she guessed, as any couple anywhere, married or not. She had no interest in getting married again. She had one child, a handsome son who was 15 years old and in prep school, thanks to Hal. He could look forward to a fine college education fully paid for. She needed no more children, and so Hal filled her needs completely...except for lusty sex. She sighed. Hal had a wife, of course. Oddly enough, Jenna had met her, having been introduced by Hal as a friend of an associate. But the wife, Eleanor, had looked at her as if she knew the truth. Eleanor was not stupid. Sixty years old and comfortably overweight, she had borne Hal three fine children and had fulfilled all of her obligations as the wife of one of the country's leading CEO's – all obligations, that is, except holding his interest in the bedroom, and that was where Jenna came in. So Jenna had a cushy life, punctuated by a little excitement now and again when Hal could safely take her to Vegas, Mexico, or some sophisticated spot abroad where it didn't matter if a man's companion was his mistress rather than his wife. The Japanese didn't care, nor certainly did the French. Jenna had gotten tired of oral sex. Not tired of giving it because Hal needed that and it was the least she could do. She was tired of getting it in place of the real thing. As good as a tongue and loving lips could feel clamped around her clitoris, they didn't satisfy her deep-down need for a good old-fashioned fucking. She glanced at the young man who drove the car in silence. What strong, chiseled features he had! What a clean look! And he was so slim and muscular. Also, he had to be in his very early twenties, probably a college student getting some hands-on experience in Hal's financial conglomerate. "So...have you worked for Mister Burnham long?" Jenna found herself asking, having decided she would be the one to break the ice. "Just two weeks," Derek said. "I go back to USC at the end of the month." "You're going to be a banker?" "Hope to." He smiled, and Jenna liked his white, even teeth. He had good lips also, and his dark eyes sparkled warmly. Somehow he didn't seem the banker type, but then neither was Hal. The really top men never fitted into any mold. "Do you, uh, have a girlfriend?" Jenna found herself asking. "A lady friend," Derek said. "Hmm. Interesting distinction. I take it then that she's not a college girl." Derek chuckled. "I probably shouldn't say this, but she's a professor's wife." "Shit!" Jenna exclaimed, laughing. The young man laughed also, his eyes flashing. "It's okay. The professor knows." "My God. What kind of grades does he give you?" "I'm not in any of his classes, but I figure he'd grade me pretty well. His marriage is a lot happier now. The guy is in his sixties, and his wife is thirty-something." That struck too close to home, and Jenna blinked in response. "You're giving me a line, aren't you?" "Maybe. Hey, this is your apartment house, right?" He stopped his car in the street, idling the engine. They looked in each other's eyes. Jenna was agitated. What she needed was right within her reach, but she didn't dare, did she? He was talking to her in a strange way, though. Was he really driving at something? She had always been a what-the-hell girl in the sense that she grabbed for what she wanted, and that policy had served her well. Her cool but sexy eyes narrowed. "Want to come up?" "Hell, yes." Jenna's excitement raged. "Park it in the garage there." She reached into her purse and handed him a plastic card. "Shove this in the slot." In moments they were parked. Derek circled the back of the car, and Jenna was standing up, waiting for him. "Leave the fucking bags in the car," she said breathlessly. "We can get them later." They were alone in the big garage, and she wrapped her arms around him. He held her tight. Their mouths merged, open and breathless. Tongues touched, stroked, and circled. Jenna's boobs pressed Derek sensuously. His hands found her bottom, and he squeezed and rolled her lush buns in her snug skirt and flimsy underpants. Jenna was on fire. The trip, her alienation from Iowa, her frustration with Hal, and Derek's quietly confident sexuality all merged in her mind to propel her on a course that she knew wasn't right but was powerless to resist. Derek rushed her upstairs in the elevator, smooching her some more, then followed her quick steps to her apartment door which she unlocked with trembling hands. She streaked through the entry hall and he followed, kicking the door closed behind him. They tumbled together onto the wide leather couch. "Ooh God!" Jenna exclaimed. "We can't. Oh Jesus!" "We can!" Derek insisted, lying atop her and mashing his lips against her open mouth. His tongue sank into her sweetness and churned with her tongue. His right hand reached to yank her skirt waist-high. He backed up, dropping to his knees on the carpet, and he raised Jenna's legs in the air at either side of him. Her skirt was wound around her middle, and her thighs were gorgeous in snug brown nylons, their tops tugged by white garter straps. Her pants were white silk with an applique of pink flowers at one side. Derek pressed his eager face against the strip of panty that passed between her thighs. "Ooooh!" Jenna exclaimed. The young man sucked her panty crotch, then transferred his open mouth to the inside of her right thigh, above her stocking. He sucked and licked her there. He turned his head and licked the other thigh in the same manner. He returned to her panties, this time hooking the crotch aside. "Ooh...good...God!" Jenna breathed hotly, loving the young man's mouth on her pussy. He was so much more aggressive than Hal, who treated her like a delicate object of art. Derek sucked hard, his open mouth fastened onto her vulva. He slathered his tongue up and down the folds of her snatch, slurping noisily. "Yes... yes...yes..." Jenna panted, clawing at his tousled head to hold him exactly in place. But he gave no indication of wanting to go anywhere for awhile. He sucked her pussy sensuously, having been taught well by his numerous conquests, old and young. His tongue tip sought out Jenna's clit, circling and diddling the little jigger, after which he clamped his lips around the exposed tip and sucked hard. "AAAH!" she exclaimed and almost came, he was so eager. Finally he raised his head, reared back, and pulled her pants off. Now he spread her steepled thighs very wide apart and gazed at the hairless beauty of her cunt with just a small patch of brown tendrils above it. He nuzzled the little patch and inhaled, liking the sexy scent, then resumed licking her cuntal folds, tasting her tang. He used his fingers to open her up so that his tongue could enter deeply, giving him an even richer taste. This was good poon! Billionaire's poon. Jenna was grooving. What a hot young man! She could hardly wait to feel the thrust of his prick. It was wrong, but she was going to let him fuck her. Let him? She would be all over him if he didn't mount her first. Derek stood up and studied her pretty face as he removed his suit jacket, then his tie. There was a sizable hump in the front of his trousers. Jenna sat on her bare ass on the leather, just watching him. She was tingly and moist in her lower region, her pussy lips flaring. Derek threw off his shirt and let his trousers down. He wore boxers which were quite out of shape now. The front of them was agape.. "C'mere," Jenna said, crooking a finger, a mischievous glint in her eyes. He moved close, and she snaked a hand into the open front of his shorts. She brought out his pole. God, yes! It was long and hard, sticking right up, and the shank felt like steel covered by thin velvet. His cockhead was large and well-formed, the slit at its tip flaring, and a glistening bead of clear fluid clung there. He took another step, right up to her, offering his rampant pecker to her sweet pink lips. As excitement thrummed within her, Jenna licked the bald tasty knob of his cock. She caught his pre-cum on her tongue, took it back, and swallowed it. She clamped her mouth around the head of his nine-inch organ. This was a COCK! Jenna began to suck the young stranger's dick, pumping her blonde head a little, then more, taking more and more of Derek's iron-hard lovemaker into her mouth and throat. She brought out his balls which were large and still loose. They swung against her cute chin as she vigorously cocksucked him, taking him deep. Derek ruffled her golden hair. What a doll! Old Burnham was one lucky son of a bitch. The college boy backed off, removing his cock from Jenna's mouth, and he urged her to her feet. The top of her dress came off, followed by her well-filled bra. Her tits sagged hardly at all. They were full and quite erect, despite her age. She obviously kept in shape. Well, a rich man's mistress would have to, wouldn't she? Derek squeezed her titties and licked her brownish-pink nipples, making the stem-like protrusions stick out farther. Jenna tilted her head back, enjoying herself big time. She hadn't had an eager young stud go at her this way in a long while, and it felt fucking good! "I want to fuck you, may I?" Derek asked. "Yesss," she breathed. "Get on your knees on that chair and lie over the arm of it," he directed. She was glad to let him give the orders. Doggy was fine. Still wearing her garter belt and stockings, she knelt on the seat of the leather chair and fell forward across the upholstered arm, presenting her bottom to him. The young man stroked her shapely buns, making them shiver. He smacked them smartly with his hand and Jenna gasped. Not taking that for a protest, he spanked her harder, and she moaned. Jenna felt she deserved that. She was being bad and required punishment. Derek dropped to his knees and kissed her tempting backside. He licked her buttocks all over, then impudently pinched them apart. She had a cute, dainty asshole, and he kissed that. The feeling of his moist lips, and the tip of his tongue tickling the forbidden place, made her gasp again. Jenna's pussy was obviously anxious to be fucked, its outer lips parted as honey dribbled along the pink inner folds. Damn, what a sight! Though he was young, Derek had seen quite a few pussies, but he had never been with a woman just like Jenna, eager and as beautiful as any of the young ones, but old enough to have experience and sophistication. She offered him the best of both worlds. Placing one knee on the chair seat between her sprawled legs and propping his other leg at an angle so that he was at exactly the right height, he worked the head of his pecker into Jenna's wet, velvety split. He pressed, sinking half the length of his cock inside her. "Oh!" Jenna exclaimed. Derek withdrew, wiggled his cock around in the vestibule of her cunt, then pressed into her again, this time sinking deeper. She was tight, and she really grabbed him. It felt fucking good. He pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, going deeper with every stroke until finally she was taking his entire nine inches. He growled with pleasure, setting up a rhythm. His balls swung forward and back, forward and back, as he pumped his prick in and out of his boss's beautiful mistress, enjoying every long, slippery stroke of his happy pecker in her tight hole. Jenna gasped and cooed. She moaned. The big cock charged like a stallion inside her, stretching her pussy but gliding smoothly because she was so wet with excitement. Her clinging, slippery cunt rippled across the horny ridge of his cock as the young man fucked her. He held her by the hips and powered his thick prick in and out, in and out. Her pink pussy-flesh pulled outward as he withdrew, then folded back in. He slapped her right buttock with his right hand, then slapped her left buttock with his left. Her asscheeks quivered. "Ooh, FUCK!" Jenna cried, her head hanging down, her body sprawled across the chair arm, her ass in the air as she got it banged good. Derek's prick pumped rapidly in her pussy and his flat belly slammed the satin pillows of her ass as he fucked the beautiful babe with gusto. Slap-slap-slap, and her butt-cheeks jiggled. She oo-ed and aah-ed, slamming backward against the college boy's impaling thrusts. She loved every inch of his very rigid woman-pleaser. It was soooo much better than Hal's half-hard which could barely get the job done for him, but for her no way. She was rising toward a dandy climax with Derek if he would just keep pumping. "Don't stop!" she exhorted. "Oh shit, don't stop!" He kept fucking her, doing it hard and fast, pounding her, banging her, shaking her from heels to shoulders. Her tension increased until her brain was giddy. She nearly blacked out, and then suddenly she had it – POW! Wonderful warmth radiated through her, bringing total gratification. She hadn't felt so good in ages! Derek pulled his still-hard dick from her blissfully sated pussy, making a sucking pop. Her wet, rosy hole closed slowly. He grasped her by a leg, twisted her onto her ass on the leather chair-seat, planted his knee, and shoved his boner back into her vagina. He sank himself to the hilt, looking her right in the eyes, and began to ball her some more, socking his front into her saddle as his dick tickled her tonsils. She squealed with renewed delight. He seemed insatiable. Oh God, what a stud! Jenna worked with him, driving her pussy up and forward to absorb every full-length thrust of his cunt-pleasing cock. "Fuck!" she cried. "Shit! You goddamned mother fucker, don't fucking stop!" Derek didn't. He just kept fucking her like a machine run amuck, thrusting and stroking, stuffing her with his wrist-thick rod which throbbed with lust as he worked it in and out, in and out. His eyes rolled back in their sockets. He fucked her faster and harder. She was reaching for another climax. Could she make it? Her legs clamped over his back, and her nails bit into his shoulders. She socked her pussy against him. Their organs made a sensuous sloppy sound as he pumped his prick in and out of her tight wet snatch. He panted as he tensed up. "Yes...yesss...YESSSSSSSS!" she hissed...and HAD it. A second flare radiated all through her body, and this time everything gave way. She showered the young man's shaft with her love juice, and he pulled out. "Aaaaahhhhrrgh!" he rasped, holding his dick in his fist as he shot spurt after spurt of rich, thick fuck-cream all over her tits and tummy. Later, in bed, Jenna suffered with guilt. She didn't talk with Derek about Hal but just chattered, anything to keep him from getting up and leaving right away. After while, her hand fluttered to him. It glided over his firm chest and down to his belly. She plucked at his pubic hairs. Her fingers curled around his slack penis. "Hey..." he said with a little chuckle. "What's the matter?" Her sexy eyes sparkled. "You're insatiable, aren't you?" "I don't know. I just feel as if I haven't had enough...yet." Derek rose and leaned over her to kiss her on the mouth. Their tongues played. He raised his head and smiled. "You're damned hot," he said. "I know it." He kissed her some more, then glided to her titties, wrapping his fingers around first one luscious mound and then the other as he directed their tips toward his mouth. His lips tugged at her nipples, and his tongue circled round and round the stiffened, elongated stems. He sucked her titties sensuously. The Best of Both Worlds The door opens and she is standing there, as usual, wearing her luxurious gold satin robe and gold high heels. With the door still open, I reach out and undo the belt and gently push apart the flimsy material. I watch avidly as her dark brown, heavily swollen belly comes into view, topped by her enormous, chocolate brown breasts. They are rising up out of her too tight, ivory bra. It is way too small and pushes up her heavy breasts -- just the way I like them -- causing them to flop over. I can see her swollen dark brown nipples protruding above the cups. Pushing the robe off her shoulders, I reach behind her and unhook the bra and her enormous, 38K, full, heavy chocolate brown breasts fall out. They are so large and so heavy that they rest on her gigantically swollen belly. With each pregnancy -- her belly and her tits just get larger. The dark chocolate nipples harden and become engorged as I watch and they grow to at least 2" in length -- with a clear drop appearing on the tip of each. Bending down, I lightly lick the tips dry and begin to stroke her heavily swollen belly with one hand. My other hand begins to stroke the inside of her leg until I reach the top where I can feel her heat through the flimsy ivory thong. As I feel her womanhood beginning to throb, I rip off the thong and throw it on the floor. She is now standing in the open hallway stark naked, except for high gold sandals - with all her glorious, fertile womanhood on show! Getting on my knees, I push her legs wide apart and begin to lap at her damp, musky, hot shaven pussy. I feel her juices flow as I suck on her clitoris and she begins to writhe above me. We have been lovers ever since I first met her three years ago at a rather exotic sex club. She was (and still is) their main attraction! She is paid (very highly I might add) to flaunt her beautiful, bountiful naked body nightly at the club whilst allowing men to fuck her in public! It is a condition of her employment that none of her sexual partners use any form of birth control whilst fucking her. Which, of course, means that Leila is always pregnant - for which the men pay a high premium! Apparently, all men fantasise about fucking pregnant women! She is their dream come true. She neither knows nor cares who fathered this latest one deep inside her -- it is her third such pregnancy in the three years that I have been with her - she says she has lost count how many pregnancies she has had in total! When we met she had given birth only 5 weeks previously and her body had still shown the signs -- wonderful! There is nothing more beautiful than a woman carrying a child. The only downside is that she can't remain "in-milk" for long after each birth -- as it can work as a natural birth control and may stop her getting pregnant again quickly -- which is, of course, the main part of her job description! I have to say, though, that I would much rather have her swollen with a man's seed than "in-milk". This new baby she is carrying is due in about 2 weeks time. Leila will continue working and being fucked right up until the birth and then take a month off work and breastfeed both the baby and me (can't wait) constantly before handing the baby over for adoption, as with all the others, and return to her work. And she will have another seed planted deep inside her ever-fertile womb within days of returning to work -- after all she does service up to 5 men a night -- 6 nights a week so ........ roughtly every 9 months she gives birth! This is her life and she loves it! She is a very sensual, very sexual woman of 38 now. She reckons she has another 10 years or so of this lifestyle -- oh I do hope so! And how do I feel about this job of hers? Well I just adore seeing her brown belly all swollen up and stretched and veined with someone's seed growing inside her and her gargantuan hanging breasts getting even fuller and even heavier as the pregnancy progresses. And as all her babies have been born vaginally, her pussy just gets looser with each birth and, of course, the number of penises fucking her daily probably contributes too! I especially love the fact that I can double-fist her in her loose, beautiful pussy -- and I do so daily. After all, I can't make it any looser can I? I also love it when she has just given birth and for a month or so I get to drink her warm, full, creamy, rich milk straight from her gargantuan breasts! Absolute bliss! As I remember all this, I roughly force three fingers up inside her damp, hot pussy and start to plunge them in and out hard. She moans as I softly lower my mouth to one of her full, hanging tits and I start to suckle her -- still standing in the hallway. I get a mouthful of rich, creamy tasting milk (her breasts come into milk earlier and earlier each time too) and suckle harder whilst finger-fucking her deep in that chocolate brown pussy of hers. She leans against the wall and parts her legs wider as I start to caress her dark brown naked buttocks. Again, without warning, I force three fingers up inside her tight, unprepared asshole. At the same time, I bite down on the nipple in my mouth. She gasps but I just bite down harder on the tender, engorged, elongated nipple as she starts to cry out. But her pussy juices start to flow copiously over my fingers and down her legs (oh yes - I know how she loves pain) as I continue to bite on the nipple until I can taste her blood mixing with the milk -- pure nectar! And me? Well -- by day I am Leila's lover and by night I am a dutiful wife and mother! For when I met Leila, I myself was heavily pregnant and I now have a three year old little girl (Juliette) and a doting husband. He thinks I have a little daily part time job (Leila gives me enough money to make this believable) whilst his mother looks after Juliette for 4 hours a day whilst I am "at work"! And I have remained "in-milk". I am still breastfeeding Juliette three times a day and both my husband and Leila (unknown to him) love to feed at my large, milky tits on a daily basis too. He suckles me dry every morning before going off to work and then Leila suckles me during the day and then Juliette at bedtime. He then drains me again himself at our bedtime. My husband, of course, is totally unaware of my secret life -- after all how many men ever suspect their wives of having an affair with another woman? I still, uncomplainingly, open my legs for him on a nightly basis. He fucks me every night of the week (and twice on Sundays!) 365 days of the year! Why do I do this? Well why not. I love Leila and her hot, wet, musky, dark pussy. I adore her love juices running into my mouth. I love her dirty, tight, brown ass. I am addicted to her warm, rich breast milk and her continually swollen brown belly. BUT I also love cock. I adore sucking a man's cock and I adore the salty taste of hot semen filling my mouth and running down my throat. I love to feel a rock-hard cock plunging in and out of my tight, soaking wet pussy and my tight, dirty back passage -- showing me no mercy! I love my milk being drunk and I love my nipples being bitten at the moment of his orgasm. I hope that one of these days his seed will again take root deep inside my womb and make me swollen with a baby again. And, after all, Leila gets cock nightly -- so why shouldn't I too? So -- you could say that I have the best of both worlds -- and long may it last! The Best of Both Worlds Celia looked at Sam across the kitchen table. Her mind was reeling. She ran her fingers through her short blond hair. "How long have you known?" Sam shrugged, his eyes firmly planted on the saltshaker. He couldn't stand to see the pain he was inflicting reflected in her bright blue eyes. "I suppose I've known for a long time but wouldn't admit it, even to myself." "But how?" She covered her mouth. "How could you make love to me all those times... when...how could you?" Sam finally looked up. "Because I knew it made you happy." Celia's eyes welled up. "Do you... do you want a divorce?" Sam shook his head. He loved her and their life together; the house they shared, the dogs, making breakfast together in the morning, watching television together at night. He couldn't imagine going through a day without her. "But how?" How could they possibly go on? Obviously, something would have to change. "I don't know, but you're my best friend. I don't want to lose you. I guess... it's up to you." Sam prayed that she wouldn't simply tell him to get out. Celia's gripped Sam's hand as she stared into his eyes. Her husband was gay. She still loved him. "No, I don't want a divorce either. We'll figure something out." The Best Of Both Worlds That morning, I picked up the phone and Abel, the photographer, was on the other end of the line. "I am working on a new collection of photos that centres on the nude body" He said. "I have been selected to represent the Cuban contribution to The International Exposition of Erotic Art that will take place very soon here in Havana City." He then added: "I need some help...what I need is ...well...this a little embarrassing, but...what I need is a nude model" There was a pause. "and I think you could be my model." I had known Abel as my professor during a photography course I was taking six months before in The Havana Centre of Art, where Abel worked. "I think you could be the perfect model for this important project. You have the blend type of the young Cuban woman with your well-endowed body, your facial features and your skin colour. What do you say?" He finally asked me. The proposal took me completely by surprise. I had never done anything like that. Since my teens when the girls in collage, one day in the showers, commented about me...I had never been naked in front of anyone else, men or women. However, I will not deny that the idea fascinated me and cause me a lot of morbidity, especially when Abel told me that if it was no inconvenience, he would like his actual students to participate as an audience in the session of nudes. The Photo Session took place two days later. I was incredible nervous when I started to undress gradually in front of the big camera mounted on an extendible pole, while Abel was taking several shots. Finally, I let all my clothes drop to the floor and emerged, totally naked wearing only black stiletto heels that Abel had recommended to increase the eroticism of the photos, and to take advantage of my wonderful legs. I could not avoid covering my lower body with my hands and the photographer, perceiving my reservations about showing that part of my body, managed to indicate poses that helped me to hide my pussy. Abel's voice was the only sound to be heard in the Studio. Everybody was immobile and absorbed in the contemplation of my naked body. I could feel all those eyes on my rounded buttocks and my provocative legs stretching up from those gorgeous black stiletto heels. Abel snapped picture after picture and I got wetter and more excited with each flash of the camera. All that erotic atmosphere...with so many people, men and women watching to me...and I was naked, absolutely naked in front of all of them...The first people to see me nude in years... and then Abel asked me to adopt a more daring pose than any I had taken yet: Sitting on a chair that was on the platform, I opened my thighs completely and arching my back to show my tiny tits. In that provocative position, but still keeping my pussy hidden my thighs were contracted when Abel knelt down and began to focus on the area between my legs. Suddenly he asked: "Could you please take off your hands away from your pussy for a second?" The silence in the room was heavy... I took my hands away from my crotch and let my thighs open to completely expose my vulva to the photographer and the spectators... An intense whisper ran through the studio. In front of them, as focal point of the composition, appeared a giant clitoris as large as a thumb, in erection! This was my intimate secret, concealed from everybody since my teens and from now it would no longer be a secret. The photographer, who had been transfixed by the vision of my pussy, said nervously "Hold that pose, don't move with this pick we win!" And with the lightning flashes that followed those words, I lowered my right hand and pressed my clitoris with my fingers, moving my fingers back and forth along it as a man would with his penis. As my body shook on the chair, in front of those excited students, I experienced a massive orgasm, cumming so hard that my juices were running down the inside of my thighs and dripped to the floor... As I calmed down and returned to myself after my orgasm, embarrassment over took me. Immediately, I closed my thighs tightly, my emotions were tangled up and I broke down crying in deep sorrow. Someone helped me to the dressing room. The International Festival was a huge success. More than 30 photographs of myself were displayed under the Cuban flag. I did not attend the exposition a single day; I was never so embarrassed in my entire life. I could not explain how I could lose control that way and it especially grieved me that now so many people knew about my unusual pussy. I thought that was the end of it, but then one day Abel the photographer, appeared at my home, bringing with him a large envelope. I still clearly remember the words of Abel and they exerted great influence in my life. I will be forever grateful to that wonderful photography teacher. He told me that I was an idol among the students in his class, especially among the girls, who valued the great courage I had shown to do what I did in the studio. "I assure you"Abel said "That many of them would want to be like you" and added "I will be very honest with you because I am no stranger to the responsibility of what happened there" and continued "I have seen several women, nude and otherwise; I have photographed them over the years but I recognize that I was not prepared for seeing what I saw with you. That was something completely unexpected." "You have a wonderful gift in your body, a very special gift. For the people with a bi-sexual side, who are the majority of people, you are the best of both worlds because you combine a little cock attached to an exquisite female body. Cool, uh?" Abel continued his speech: "I have a confession to make, at the risk of losing my reputation and also my career if what I am going to tell you were to become known: I could not avoid masturbating like an obsessed boy while I was developing your photos in the lab. I had never done such a thing with any nude model I have photographed in my life. But this time, it was unavoidable: There are men who have smaller cocks than your clit!" "You are able to offer an untold pleasure to many people. You must learn to earn your living with the piece of clit that you have!" "Here are a large range of cards from agents of adult magazines and film producers who want to contact you. Also I present you with the bank check as the winner of first place in the category of Explicit Shots." "Congratulations. Bye." And when Abel stood up to go away, he put the large envelop on the coffee table and simply said: "With this picture we won." I looked at the contents of the envelop and sat thinking. The Best of Both Worlds Jenna petted his hair. She breathed hard and murmured. Her hand reached again for his prick but he had moved too far south. He was licking her tummy where she had cleaned up his jizz a little while ago. He moved farther down and, knowing what he had in mind, she wriggled away. He looked at her questioningly. "Lie back and let me," she said. He lay back, she leaned over him, and she began to lick his flaccid cock all over. It did not remain flaccid for long. She held the hardening organ straight up and licked his balls. Now, taking the head of his pecker in her mouth, she began to suck while looking right in his eyes and forcing herself to forget about Hal. She would call him as soon as this was over, but now she wanted to enjoy herself just a bit more. As soon as she had Derek fully hard again, she swung astride him and fitted his cock into her pussy. She settled all the way down on him and began to grind. Hal always liked this because it made the most of what he had to offer. Derek didn't need any concessions, but she hoped this would please him anyhow, and it felt good to ride a strong dick for a change. She pumped up and down, letting her titties bounce. Derek reached up and played with them, squeezing the pliant globes and plucking at her nipples. After awhile, she rolled onto her back and let him mount her. He could have lasted all day since he had cum once already, but Jenna grew very excited, socking her pussy to him so he started fucking fast. They both breathed hard in total concentration. Their organs made a liquid sound. There was the soft slap-slap-slapping of flesh on flesh. Jenna panted, "Make me cum again...then shoot it...on my face." "You're kidding," he rasped, but the suggestion stimulated him, and he knew he could climax any time he wanted. "I mean it!" she said. "I want it. Shoot your load all over my lips and nose. Get it in my eyes if you can." That sounded insane to Derek, but he didn't know how guilty Jenna felt, how strongly she believed that she required punishment. He fucked her fast, felt her start to cum, her cunt tightening on him. Her fingernails bit him, too. She whined. She yelped. She said, "Shit, shit, shit!" Her cunt clasped his cock like a fist, milking him. Her eyes were wide, then they fell closed. Derek pulled out, scrambled forward, and splattered his cum all over her beautiful face. What a shame, he thought, even as he thrilled. Then he too felt guilty. He let Jenna sit up to snatch Kleenex from the bedside stand, wiping her face until the cum was all gone. She had shut her eyes to save them. So much for bravado. She picked up her phone and dialed Hal's private number. "Darling..." Derek heard her say, "I just want to tell you that I'm moving out of the apartment. *** No no, I mean it. You've been wonderful and I love you, but I have just done an awful thing. I have cheated on you, and you didn't deserve it." *** "What?" *** "Yes, with the boy you sent to pick me up. I was weak." Derek watched her as she listened for a long time and her expression changed. She tried to interrupt the speech that was coming from the other end of the connection, but at last she just sighed, then smiled, and finally murmured, "All right, darling. Yes, my love. See you tomorrow." She hung up and stared at Derek. "Well?" he asked, eyes twinkling. "You knew, didn't you?" "I had an idea." "He just told me straight out," Jenna said. "He meant for you to screw me. He knew I needed it. Then he said it shouldn't change our relationship at all, his and mine. Can you believe that?" "It's odd." "He said he still wants me like before, but I can see you...or someone...any time I like." "Sounds good to me." "So did you and he really set this up?" "Nope. He just told me to be nice to you and do whatever you wanted, and then he winked." "The old devil," Jenna said fondly. "I do love him." "And he must love you to be so tolerant." "Well!" Jenna hopped to her feet. The guilt was gone. "So are we, uh, going to see each other again?" "Sure. But like I said, I'll be going back to school soon, and the professor's wife has first dibs." "You prick!" Jenna said in mock outrage. "But I have friends, guys who are just as horny as I am." "Oh, Lord!" "Hey!" Derek sat up. "Look at it this way: You've still got your sugar daddy, and what sounds to me like a very understanding relationship. And with me and the guys from college – well, you'll have all the boning you want. So, baby, I'd say you have the best of both worlds." She snatched up a pillow and swung it at him. They tumbled into the center of the bed, hugging and laughing merrily. Life was good.