0 comments/ 15373 views/ 1 favorites The Pictures By: MyMichele It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, and I was just plain bored. My boyfriend was out of town, wasting a perfectly good day of mindless sex, which is how we usually spent our Saturdays together. Nothing good was on TV, and my mom had borrowed my car to go visit her boyfriend deep in the bowels of West Texas. I called some of my girl friends, but they were probably out having mindless sex, too, because no one was home. Finally, I called my friend John, thinking he'd probably be out with his girlfriend. "Hey John, what's up, biatch?" I asked. "Not a damn thing.. Crystal is out looking for colleges today. I guess that’s what I get for dating a chick 5 years younger than me." I giggled. Crystal was only 17 to John's 22, a fact that I teased him about unrelentlessly. John and I met in high school, and we tried a few unsuccessful times to date. He was a dork, not that it really mattered, but nothing really sizzled between us. Since then we've become best friends, confiding in each other what our significant others will never know or understand. Sometimes, after a bad day, I like to think that this intimacy is better than physical, and the mental part of it is almost erotic. Then I get over it. "I'm bored. Let's go do something," John said. "Okay. Hey! Bring your camera, I want some new pictures." John was an aspiring photographer. "Cool." He said. To prepare, I tried my best to prepare for the pictures. I'm not skinny by any means, but I do have a nice body. I unbuttoned three buttons on my black shirt to show off my fiery red bra. My breasts, at 38D, hardly needed anything to draw attention to them, but this did them justice. My long hair came down to my breasts, giving them even more attention than was necessary. I put on my jeans that showed off my not small but not huge ass and waited anxiously for John to show up. When I answered the door, he looked me up and down and smiled to himself. "Damn, Hillary, you look good." I was a little surprised, since he never usually comments on how I looked, but flattered nonetheless. "Thanks babe." I led him into my bedroom, and we sat on my king size bed. I tried not to notice John staring at my breasts, and became a little uncomfortable with the situation. I got it over it once he started taking pictures. I was always able to make myself comfortable around the camera, and felt like in another life, maybe I could have been a model. "Okay, Hill, smile for me. There ya go, looking good. Why don't you wink for me? Good, good!" He barked out more commands and I did them, mindlessly. This was something we did alot, since I was helping him with his photography. I started thinking about how he was staring at me, and wondered why today was better than any other day. I always looked like this and he never stared at me before. In spite of myself, I became turned on. I was never attracted to John, but the chemistry with the camera and the constant stares from him were driving me insane. I unbuttoned another button, almost opening my shirt completely. John stopped taking pictures for a second to nod his approval. "That's great Hill.. damn, you have some awesome tits." I gasped. He had never said anything like that before. I began to notice a tingling between my legs. I started fantasizing about throwing the camera out of his hands just ravaging him, but I didn't want to take advantage of the situation. I knew he was entirely devoted to his girlfriend. I started touching my body for the pictures; I ran my hands over my hips, my stomach, my breasts. When I got to my breasts, I finally noticed that John had a raging hard on. This made me giggle. "Good, good, keep it light.. Damn Hill.. these look good." I smiled and kept up with my seductive poses. "Okay.. okay.. why don't you unbutton your jeans a little.. you know.. that would be really sexy." After getting over the initial shock of such a request, I unzipped my jeans for him, and he started for a full minute before he started taking pictures again. Like I said, I was shocked at the request but it just turned me on more. I unbuttoned the last button on my shirt, as an experiment to see what John would do. "Hill.. that’s great.. why don't you take your jeans off, too? These pictures will make Ryan a very happy man!" Ryan was boyfriend, almost completely forgotten by then. Well, it was his fault. He always had a problem with commitment. Now I had one too. I slowly took off my pants, feeling electricity that I never thought I'd feel for John. I looked at his hard on and wondered about how big his penis was. He'd always joked that it was huge, and I suddenly had an urge to find this out for myself. All sorts of impure thoughts were running through my head, thoughts that would make anyone blush. I had known John for what seems like forever, but I had never felt these feelings for him.. hell, for anyone. John, who was a couple of feet away until then, came closer to me to take these pictures. He was having trouble with the camera, fumbling a little bit, and I couldn't help but smile. He wanted me. I knew it and he knew it, but I didn't think anything could possibly happen. "Hill.. I never knew how beautiful you are!" "Thanks, John.. don't you think we're getting a little too naughty here, though? This can't be good." John finally put his camera down and sat down on the bed next to me. He silently looked me over, choosing his next words carefully. "Hill.. I have to tell you this.. I had a dream about you the other day that just completely blew me away. You and Iris were sitting on my bed, staring at me, and Iris starts to kiss you, right? You push her away and she runs away crying." I thought that was strange, right off. I always had the hots for Iris. She was one hot chick! "So anyway.. you start taking all your clothes off and you stare at me like you want something from me. We start kissing, passionately, and that’s when the dream ended. I couldn't let the dream go on, it was just too intense." I let that sink in, and finally nodded. I understood. John and me had been friends for almost 5 years, and we successfully avoided being truly physically intimate. But our closeness had finally caught up with us. It was time to take it further. I knew I was going to have to make the first move, because he just sat there, looking like a lost puppy. I took his hand in mine, and I kissed him, softly and passionately. I could barely contain myself. John jumped up. "What are we doing! I can't do this! I love Iris, everything about her!!" I sat still on the bed, wondering how I'd ever explain this to Ryan, and how I would apologize to Iris for kissing her boyfriend. I was close to tears when John grabbed me and threw me down on the bed. I was surprised, and even more so when he kissed me hard. I kissed him back, and wrestled with him until I could get on top of him. I grabbed his arms., pinning him on the bed, and I kissed him until we could both barely breath. I held his arms like that while I fought to take his pants off. After coming close to ripping them off, I got back on top of him, feel his hard on up close and personal. He fought me until he was loose from me pinning him. There was so much electricity in the air I thought I would be electrocuted, but both of us felt it, and we both wanted to hold on to that feeling. John hurriedly took off my bra, and as soon as it was off, had my nipple in his mouth like it was his lifeblood. I shuddered, coming close to orgasming just from feeling this sensation. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had incredible sex before, but that couldn’t hold a candle to this kind of feeling. I lay still while he caressed me in my most erotic places.. my stomach, my thighs, my arms. He kissed my stomach, slowly licking it, taking the time to make me feel like I was the only one in the world. He licked my thighs, biting them a little, making me shudder again. In a move that almost seemed surreal, he ripped off my underwear and buried his tongue in my vagina all in one move. He couldn't wait to be inside me, it seemed. I moaned, and moved around as he brought me to orgasm again and again with his tongue, moving it in circles on my clit like he was born to know how to do it. He buried his tongue inside of me, making me scream with pleasure that I'd never known before and knew I'd never know again. After I was numb with pleasure, I got on my knees and took his underwear off without speaking. Before my eyes was the biggest cock I had ever seen. It must have been close to 9 inches! I thanked God that John was my best friend, and then proceeded to take his entire penis into my mouth. He moaned, and came almost instantly. I smiled. We rolled around on the bed a little more, and within minutes he was hard again. I didn't have to think about what to do next. I got on top of him anxiously, having a deep desire to have him inside me. What I felt when he entered me was something I can't describe. All the times we had confided in each other, all the times I've spent in tears with him telling me it would be okay, all the times we'd stay up all night talking about life, they all because this one moment. I felt more pleasure than one should almost be allowed to feel. We moved together, as one, perfectly in synch, and we came together, screaming in ecstasy. I was close to tears again, because I knew that wasn't something that was going to happen again. We held each other all day, never saying a word. No words were needed, because we knew that we would never talk about it again. Incidents incredible as these could not be repeated, or they wouldn't be as special. Well, at least I have the pictures to remind me of that day. The Pictures Cindy and I have been married 18 years with one child who was away at college. Cindy being an attorney works long hours and is out of town on business often. Spending more and more time alone combined with a dwindling sex life at home was beginning to make me very horny. Being a firm believer in marriage vows, I had never strayed even though I had many chances. In order to compensate for my lack of sex, I started reading stories on the Internet and masturbating. Sometimes I’d stop by the house in the afternoons for an hour or so and often I’d spend hours in front of my computer at night naked and playing with myself. Since we live in a one-story house and the computer room is in the front, I tried to be very careful. I always closed the blinds on one of the floor to ceiling windows and left the other opened only partially so I could see someone pull in the driveway or walk up to the house. This is where the nightmare started. I was home early one evening reading stories, Cindy had flown out that morning and would not return for 2 days. The doorbell rang and expecting some kind of salesman or the door-to-door charity people, I threw on a pair of shorts and opened the door. There was my neighbor from across the street, “hi Mike, can I come in for a minute?” I was surprised to see Jack. At 6’2” and about 195 lbs, he was 6 inches taller and outweighed me by 30 lbs. Since he was in his late 50’s, 15 years or so older, I didn’t consider him a friend but we had talked in the front yard a few times and were cordial to each other. Hell, he’s never been inside our home. “ I’m a little busy Jack” was all I could think of to say. He looked down at my crotch and said, “I can see that” and walked in past me. “I’ve heard Cindy brag on your computer room and your computer skills and I just wanted to look and see if I could get some ideas for my own room.” I thought maybe if I let him look for a few minutes he’d leave and I could go back to my reading. I walked him to the room and was relieved to see the screen saver had kicked in covering the story I was reading. Jack went straight to my desk, sat down in the executive chair Cindy had given me for my birthday and bumped my mouse. “What do we have here Mike?” After some unconvincing fumbling with words on my part, Jack handed me a manila envelope and said, “Open it.” I was shocked at what I was holding and almost fell over as my knees buckled. There in my hand were 3 pictures taken from outside the window showing me at the computer either naked or with my pants down around my ankles and my dick in my hand. Since they were taken from a distance and through the blinds, the evidence of my masturbating wasn’t perfect but it was clear it was me and also clear what I was doing. The two pictures taken at night with the ceiling light on were the most damaging. I had been caught. “What the fuck is this about” I asked. “Well Mickey”, nobody ever called me Mickey, “I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to do with these.” Jack continued, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted them, if you wanted Cindy to see her husband jacking off at all times of the day and night, or if you wanted them passed out to friends and co workers, neighbors.” “You can stick them up ass and start minding your own business. Now get the hell out of my house.” He stood, looked down at me and said, “I think we have 2 options here. One is that these pictures show up all over the place, anonymously by the way, and you and Cindy and your pretty daughter deal with the consequences.” Jack just stood there looking at me and finally I asked, “and the second?” “You earn them back” “How”, I asked, not really wanting to here the answer. Jack grinned a little and said, “Suck my dick.” Shit, I thought. I tried to reason with him, explaining I was straight, never had a gay experience, was always faithful to Cindy, I just couldn’t do it. I even offered to jack him off hoping he’d go away and leave me alone. Jack started to walk out of the room and said, “The delivery of the pictures will start tomorrow morning.” “Jack, wait.” He turned and said, “Strip, now.” Everything flashed in front of me, how stupid could I be, what would Cindy’s reaction be, the neighbors, what about my job? I was busted. I pulled down my shorts and stood in front of Jack naked and embarrassed. He walked over to me, grabbed my nuts and said, “Be a good boy and these pictures will be destroyed. Now kneel.” Jack pulled off his shirt, stepped in front of me and told me to remove his shorts. As I pulled them down, I couldn’t help but noticed his cock. I’m a good 6 ½”, maybe even 7” on a good day, Jack had to be 6” soft. I had never been this close to another man’s cock and I could smell his aroma. My eyes were glued to the first cock that was inches from my face. I looked at the full length of it, from the base all the way to its head. He was circumcised and the head was mean looking. Jack walked the 5 feet or so to my chair, sat down and said, “crawl over here boy.” As I crawled, he moved to the edge of the chair so his cock and balls were hanging over the edge. He then told me to use my hands and get use to the feel of it, “Since you’re so straight,” he snickered. As I rubbed his balls, he started to get hard and by the time my hands reached his dick, it had grown to a full 7 ½”. “Now lick it.” I licked the underside and played with his balls at the same time. I then moved my hand around his cock, still playing with his balls and started to masturbate him. He leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and I really thought I was going to get away with jacking him off. “Suck it.” Came the command as he opened his eyes. I felt sick to my stomach as I moved up and put the head in my mouth. I started telling myself that his cock was just another piece of skin, like sucking on a finger. That thought was helping until Jack said, “Start sucking.” After sucking Jack for what seemed like hours he told me to stand, move around to his left and spread my legs. In that position, my ass was sticking out and he alternated between squeezing my ass and my nuts. That’s when Jack grabbed my dick, which I realized was rock hard and said, “Damn, you like this, don’t you Mickey?” I was being blackmailed into sucking another man’s dick in the home I share with my wife and I was turned on. “I’m going to cum and you’re going to swallow every drop,” shouted Jack. “Miss any cum and you’ll be sorry.” I couldn’t believe he actually wanted to cum in my mouth, I knew I was going to get sick. Jack put his hand on the back of my head and started to pump into my face, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I felt his cock jerk, his hips came off the chair and hot cum started streaming into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed every drop I could hoping this would be the first and only time I tasted sperm. I didn’t like the taste; it was hot, sticky, and salty. Jack kept me bent over with his cock in my mouth until he started to soften. He told me to kneel down in front of him, patted me on the head and said,” you’re a good little cock sucker.” He had me put his shorts back on, hold his shirt for him and then told me to stand up. Jack grabbed me by my nuts and said,” walk me to the door.” Standing in my own front door naked with the taste of cum fresh in my mouth, I thought I had done what was right. Even though I had to suck his cock, I thought it was over. I had saved my wife and daughter from humiliation and embarrassment. I was feeling at least decent until Jack turned to me and said, “You can keep those pictures Mickey, I have better ones at home. Better lighting, clearer, and it’s obvious that you are playing with your little dickey.” He laughed as he walked away. The Pictures I was getting ready for a business trip. My wife, Rebecca, was in the sunroom, enjoying a cup of coffee while I got myself dressed and packed. Going through my routine was almost automatic now, so I was daydreaming about the previous evening. It was one of those special evenings, when everything was clicking and we were so in-tune with one another. Dinner, a movie, some flirting on the way home had led to a romantic drink by the fire. Soon we were cuddling in bed, making the kind of passionate love they describe in those paperback romance novels. I know, sounds kinda cheesy, but that's how it was. And now I was getting a hard-on. A quick glance at the clock told me I wouldn't have time for a quickie and make my flight. I decided I would set the table for some wild and crazy sex on my return. I found our old, trusty Polaroid camera. We have never really been into taking pictures of ourselves in the bedroom, but I thought a few well-placed pics of my cock in its current condition might just light a fire. I quickly removed my pants and stroked my cock up to a full erection. Holding the camera in front of me, I took a few pictures of my purple-headed cock and tight balls. I even thought of trying to catch my orgasm on film, but decided against it. She would be coming back to the bedroom soon and I wanted this to be a surprise. I set the old-style pictures off to the side to develop while I redressed and finished packing. I wished that I had thought of this sooner; I could have used my digital camera and gotten better quality. I guessed, though, the point would be made. Reviewing the now developed pics, I decided they would work and stashed them under my wife's pillow. After a long goodbye, I was on my way. It was a short trip, three days. Rebecca and I spoke several times, but she never mentioned the pictures. I would hint around at them with things like: "Anything new around the house?" "No, usual stuff" was all she'd say. The business trip went well and I returned home, anxious and a bit perplexed. Had she found my gift? Was she mad? It was beginning to occur to me that my bright idea might not have been such a bright idea after all. I pulled into the driveway to see the house was dark. Not so unusual, I thought. Entering the house, the only light came from under our bedroom door. I dropped my bags, stumbled through the dark and opened the door. What I saw will be burned into my mind forever. There was my beautiful, normally demure wife, laying spread eagle on our bed. She had found my gift, and they were spread around her as her hand was flying roughly over her clit, her wet pussy lips swollen with excitement. She changed her stroke and started fucking herself with two fingers. She threw her head to the side to look at me, dumbfounded as I was. Sparks shot from her brown eyes. "Get over here, NOW!" she demanded. As I neared the bed, unbuckling my belt, she met me, roughly jerking my pants open and forcing them down to my knees. Next came my underwear, which caught on my fast-hardening cock. It sprang up and hit Rebecca in the chin as she was forcing away the unwanted fabric. She didn't miss a beat, though, her lust guiding her efforts. Rebecca popped my cock into her mouth, sucking roughly, trying to will the blood to complete my erection. She stroked it in her fist, then opened her mouth and tongued the tip to capture the first bead of precum. Once satisfied with the state of my erection, she pulled me back and on top of her, guiding my cock into her wet folds. I was still mostly dressed, shirt and tie on, pants around my knees and for all practical purposes, immobile. In her current state, this would not do. I did try, though, to buck my hips and give her the fucking she was demanding, but looking into those eyes I saw lust mixing with anger and tried to roll us both over. Rebecca quickly got the idea and helped me along and soon she was where she needed to be, on top of me riding my dick. The next twenty minutes or so is a blur. My beautiful wife fucked me with an abandon I hadn't seen in awhile. Any impending orgasm on my part was staved off by her sharp nails raking my chest or near blood-drawing bites on my neck and shoulders. It was clear this was all about her. Her hips pounded me as she slammed herself up and down on my dick. She grated her clit on me, rocking her hips back and forth as she climaxed over and over again. I could feel her juices running down my balls and the crack of my ass. My cock, hard and anxious for relief, filled her until she was at satisfied. She collapsed onto me, her breathing ragged and heavy into my neck. It took her awhile to recover. I stroked her back as she lay over me. I could feel her cunt contracting around me from time to time, little spasms hitting her as she came down. I tried to thrust my hips into her, trying to get the relief I still needed. "Uh-uh" was all she said. I figured she just wanted to catch her breath before we started again. Boy, was I wrong. When she came back to earth, she matter-of-factly moved off of me and went in the shower. I finished undressing and lay back down, stroking my now-straining dick until her return. When she came back in the bedroom, she lay down behind me and spooned up against me. Replacing my hand with hers, she gave me a few strokes. "Wait." She whispered, then she stopped stroking me and held my dick fast while drifting off to sleep. That night, and the next couple of days, was murder on me. Some hours after she fell asleep, with me still awake and frustrated, she rolled over and released her grip on my cock. Not wanting to blow my load, I tossed and turned the rest of the night, recalling the exquisite feelings of being buried inside her hot pussy, of her sucking my cock deep into her mouth, of her... The next morning came with no relief. Rebecca went about her routine in mostly usual ways. She dressed more provocatively, giving me glimpses of her small, firm tits through her loosely buttoned, almost sheer top. Her hard, brown nipples poked through that blouse most of the day. Or she would bend over, more often than usual I thought, making me drool over her pretty ass encased in tight jeans. Any advances I made were rebuked, with her making excuses of being sore from the night before or not in the mood at the moment. Maybe later... I decided to take a (cold) shower and try to clear my head. This was a terrible bit of teasing I was getting. Perhaps I shouldn't have left those pictures for her. Or just perhaps not before I took a trip. It was obvious I was going to pay for getting her horny and not being there for her. When I stepped out of the shower, she was waiting for me. Nude, on her knees with her legs spread, fingering her wet slit. She beckoned me with her free hand, and once close enough, opened her mouth and sucked in my flaccid cock. My dick didn't take long to respond, quickly hardening under her ministrations. She put on a show for me, taking my cock into her mouth until I felt it hit the back of her throat. Her moans created vibrations at the head of my dick that made me shiver. I could hear the sweet, sticky sounds of her fingering herself, mixed with the wet, slurping sounds coming from her mouth, lips and tongue. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and guided her head back and forth over my dick, forcing her head deep into my crotch. Just as I was feeling my balls tighten up, the phone rang. Rebecca quickly jumped up o answer it. "But...what?!?!" I stammered. "Don't worry, you weren't going to cum anyway," she replied with a wink. It was her sister on the phone. They talked for hours. They probably planned it. That's how the next couple of days went. Rebecca was doing everything she could to tease me without mercy or release. She would turn on porn videos we have and leave them for me to find. She would give me glimpses of her body here and there. She would rub, touch or suck my cock, making me hope the torment was over, then pull away to do something else. At one point, she called me into the bathroom to talk about something. She was shaving her pussy at the time. Half of her pubes were gone, and she kept rubbing her pussy, spreading the cream around and stoking away the unwanted hair. I don't remember the conversation. As the evening of the second day approached, I was near my end. Rebecca, however, seemed very pleased with herself. Smug, even. We were on the couch, snuggled up watching some mindless show. "Give me a half hour, then meet me in the bedroom," was her sudden announcement. "And don't be late. I wouldn't want you to miss your chance." And she was off. That half-hour seemed as long as the previous two days. I tried to busy myself, but that didn't seem to help. I sat in the kitchen watching the clock. At the appointed time, I opened the door. Surprise again. All the lights were on. My wife lay on the bed. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a braid, her sexy brown eyes covered in a haze of lust. She was wearing her makeup, accentuated by slutty red lipstick that really showed off her full lips. She was also wearing my favorite lingerie, a shear black bodysuit with an open crotch. My eyes traveled down her body slowly, to find her nipples trying to push through the flimsy fabric. Past her stomach, between her open legs, and through the open crotch, she was slowly sliding a dildo in and out of her already wet pussy. "You like?" she asked. "You are so sexy," was all I could say. "Don't move a muscle," she instructed. She released the dildo, leaving it lodged inside her, and reached down on the side of the bed. Bringing her hand back up, she revealed a camcorder. She fumbled with the controls a bit and finally turned it on. She focused it at me. "I really liked the pictures you left me," she started "but I thought it so unfair that you left them for me when you were going away. I was so horny the whole time you were gone." "You really liked them, then" I asked? "Of course I did, silly," she replied "but it wasn't just the pictures, it was picturing you standing there, stroking your cock, making it harder and harder. I guess it was all of it, really. And thinking about you doing that made me hornier and hornier, and that's why I teased you so since you got back. So you could feel what I felt." "Tit for tat then, huh" I asked? "If you're gonna be a smartass, I'll stop right now. If you do what I say and be a good boy, you'll have the time of your life." "I'm sorry, I'll be good" was all I could say. I really needed to cum. "Good, now get out of those clothes!" Quickly, I was out of my clothes and standing nude before Rebecca and the camera. My dick wasn't buying it, though, and hung limply between my legs. I guess it needed to be convinced that this would be the real thing. "Come closer," she instructed "stroke your cock slowly." I did as I was told. I slid my hand down my stomach, grabbing as much of my cock and balls as I could. I then released my sack and started stroking my limp dick. "That's a good start," Rebecca said, resuming her slow stroking of her pussy with the dildo "Make that dick hard for me, Baby, I wanna feel you in my pussy." That got my dick's attention, and as I stroked and watched Rebecca, my dick jumped to life. Blood rushed in and soon my hand traveled from my solid root to my bulging crown. Precum began to form at the tip of my cock, lubricating my efforts. At this point, and after all the teasing, I was afraid I would cum soon. I slowed my stroking and loosened my grip on my cock. Meanwhile, Rebecca removed the plastic phallus from her hungry pussy and was dangling it over her mouth, licking the tip, swirling her tongue around its crown. All this time, the camera was trained on my dick. "This will make a great movie for me next time you are away," she said "now, come lay down on the bed, on your stomach. I want to see your ass. I continued to do as I was told. I was a little nervous about the camera, and about where all this was going, but I knew if I wanted to cum, I had to go along. I was also turned on by this whole new attitude of Rebecca's. It did thrill me that she could be so controlling in bed. It is something we had talked about from time to time, but she had never acted on it. I crawled up on the bed, pulled my cock up to my stomach and stretched out on the bed. "Mmmm, nice ass", she said as she reached out to stroke it. Her caresses felt great, sending electric tingles up and down my spine. My insistent dick was getting jealous though, and demanded attention. I ground my hips into the mattress to relieve some of the tension, tightening my ass in the process. "Oh Baby, that's great" Rebecca exclaimed! "Fuck that mattress, pretend I'm under you, I wanna see how that ass moves!" It was turning me on to be putting on a show for her. I found any last inhibitions were in the wind, so I let my imagination run loose as I pretended to fuck her slowly, clenching my ass, building a rhythm, while Rebecca was behind me, egging me on. I was getting close to soiling the sheets when I got my next order. "Now, on your knees, spread your legs." I pushed back up on my knees and spread my legs, just as I would if I was inside her and I wanted to drive m cock deep inside of her. "Keep going Baby, this is making me so wet, keep on like your fucking me!" Now I rocked my hips, but my cock and balls were flapping around in open air, just bouncing with the rhythm. Rebecca kept on chanting about how sexy it was to see me from this angle, how wet she was, and since I really wanted to please her (and myself), I really got into the show I was giving her. Before long, I felt her wet finger playing with my backdoor, so I slowed my pace for her. She pushed her finger in to the first knuckle. "Now, fuck my finger," she demanded. We have occasionally played around with anal sex, but this was a little different than normal. I pushed my hips back against her, feeling her fill me up for once. The feeling isn't exactly describable, but I did like it, and soon had developed a new rhythm. This was getting to be too much for Rebecca, who now began to demand some relief for herself. She popped her finger out of my ass and had me roll over. Once on my back, she straddled my face and planted her sopping wet pussy on my mouth. Her juices were running freely as her excitement had grown to a fever pitch. She was so excited that her thighs were wet almost to her knees. "Eat me, make me cum" she demanded. Being well past the preliminaries, I stuck my tongue as far inside her pussy as I could. She tasted sweet as honey. I tongue fucked her, alternating with long licks from her excited clit to her ass, or swirling my tongue around her clit. Her juices continued to poor out of her wetting my whole face as her hips bucked back and forth. "Ohh, that's good, suck my little clitty!" I found it and sucked it hard into my mouth. Rebecca bared down on my face, practically forcing my nose inside her. I held my breathe and sucked harder until I felt her body convulse and heard her moans. My face was showered with more of her sweet juice as her climax burst through her. After a few minutes, she pulled away, leaving my mouth empty and wanting more. She continued to straddle my face, her dripping slot hovering above me. I could see her clit, swollen and hard, peeking out from its hood. "Now, I want to see you stroke that dick again," she said breathlessly "you like taking pictures for me. Well, now I want to see you jack off. I want to see you cum." I moved my left hand down, grabbing my balls and pulling on them. My sac was tight and I knew I was ready to cum from all the teasing she put me through. With my right, I found the pool of precum I knew would be on my stomach. Wetting my fingers, I started stroking my entire length as fast as I could. "Slow down, I want to get all of this" she instructed. Easier said than done, I thought. Here above my eyes was her wet pussy, occasionally dripping on my face. So close, well shaved and out of reach. Sometimes, she would rub her clit or slide a finger inside of her. She knows how I like to watch. And after all this time of her teasing me. I did my best to slow down for her. I made a tight fist around my dick and bucked my hips. That wasn't working too well for me, so I resumed my handjob, gliding my fist over my smooth seven inches. I could feel myself getting closer, my hand stroking the crown of my dick faster and faster. I tugged hard on my tight balls, my body tensed and I felt the first pulse of my orgasm rip through me. I screamed out loud as I finally got the relief I needed. The first jet of cum landed on her thigh, the next few on my chest and stomach. I felt like I had cum a gallon of spunk. Rebecca ohhed and ahhed throughout my climax, working the camera to get everything she wanted. As I was nearing the end of my spasms, Rebecca pushed her pussy back down onto my face. I couldn't lick her like she wanted so she just humped my face, rocking her hips back and forth, using my nose and chin for friction. Later, when we watched the video together, I saw that she had pointed the camera at a mirror so we were both in the frame. She had taken the top of her bodysuit off her shoulders; it was bunched up around her waist. She pinched and pulled on her tits while she continued abusing my face for her pleasure. A couple of times, she bent over and scooped up my cum with her tits and made a big show for the camera of rubbing it into her tits and licking her fingers clean. Finally, she bent over and took my now soft dick into her mouth. "Come on Baby, I still need your cock," she begged "get this dirty dick up for me, I need you in my pussy, I need to feel you deep inside me..." Her dirty banter combined with her sucking soon had the desired effect, my cock pushing down the back of her throat. She hummed with excitement. As she sucked me, she snaked a wet finger back into my asshole, fucking me in time with her mouth. As she sucked me deep, her finger would pull almost all the way out, and then as she pulled he mouth back to he tip of my dick, she would push her finger in deep and hard. All the while, I was nearly drowning in her juices. Finally, happy with my hardon, she slithered her body down and onto my cock. I could see her back and her tattered braid sweeping over it. She impaled herself on my hardness, squirming down to get all of me inside her. Her hand reached down to alternately play with my balls or her clit. After a few minutes of this heaven, she bent over towards my feet. I was rewarded with the sight of my dick splitting her open, watching her suck me into her cunt then back out until just the tip of my cock was touching her lips. I had to hold my dick down for her, but what a wonderful sight seeing her take me in. She continued to impale herself on my cock this way until I started trying to buck my hips to speed the pace. I was going crazy with the sensation of her velvety smooth pussy stroking me and the vision before my eyes. When she could feel my need building again, she popped up off me and spun her body around. Easing her cunt back to my crotch, she didn't take me inside her. Instead, she sandwiched me, like my dick was a hotdog and her lips were the bun. She smiled and grated her hips back and forth, up and down my dick. Another impressive sight, I thought as I watched my dick disappear and reappear between her lips. As her climax was nearing, she lifted herself up just enough to take me inside of her again. She leaned forward and her tits swung above my face as she rocked on my dick. Up and down she'd ride, then switch to rubbing her clit on my groin while I was buried deep inside her. Rebecca was on autopilot now, bucking and grinding, her moans getting louder as she neared her peak. I was trying to hold back from mine, biting my lip and thrusting my hips up to meet hers. The Pictures "I'm gonna cum," I gasped. "OOHHHhhh, yesss," she hissed Oh God, I'm cumminnggg" As I screamed my second climax of the evening, I heard Rebecca joining me. I could feel her pussy milking the cum from my dick. Our screams and moans mingled together just as our juices that ran out of her did. I could feel them trickling down my balls and into the crack of my ass. Rebecca collapsed on top of me as we each savored the sensations of cumming together. We lay like that for quite awhile, gathering our senses and enjoying the aftershocks of orgasm. Quiet. Still. "That was a dirty trick you pulled," were her first words. "Just trying to get your juices flowing," I quipped "Well, you did do that. And I think you paid for it in full," she giggled. A few hours later, after showering together and a nice dinner, we watched our movie. We spooned up together, and it didn't take long watching our actions and hearing our moans and screams, for us both to be in the mood again. I slipped my newly hardened dick into her from behind as we continued to watch the action on the screen. We were both excited about our newfound toy, feeling like we must be the first to discover this. When our movie ended, I rolled Rebecca over and we made love, missionary style, kissing and touching our way to a great climax. We made the kind of love they describe in those paperback romance novels. I know, sounds kinda cheesy, but that's how it was. As I drifted off to contented sleep, holding her tight, I remembered my last thought: Isn't how all this started? The Pictures Sitting here looking at the pictures, I can't help but feel an excitement build deep within me. Your photos call to me, beckon me to come and stand in front of you, watching and waiting for your reactions. I see you grow harder with my presence and I am pleased with the response. Your cock is so rigid and stiff, standing at attention; waiting for my touch; waiting for my lips. I look into your eyes and see the desire you have for me. Your eyes widen as you recognize the desire and the need in me for you. With one look, I silently ask. With a smile, you answer. And I kneel between your spread legs, running my hands up your calves, over your knees and along your thighs. Moving upward then out over your hips and back in to caress your tummy. Smiling I take your hard cock in both hands, tug at it gently before slipping one hand down the shaft to your balls and the other wrapping over the tip. Your balls nestle into the palm of my hand and I roll and caress them. I hear your low moan and squeeze gently. My other hand slips over the top and starts down the shaft to meet at your base. Holding you I gaze at your hard cock, swollen and red. The veins making ridges along the shaft; ridges that I know will rub the walls of my pussy. Ridges that my tongue will travel up and down, as it laps its way from tip to base. I watch as your cock begins to leak small drips of pre-cum like morning dew on a flower, glistening, shining and wet. I can no longer contain myself and I let my tongue flick out; tentatively touching. That drop growing with your excitement as my tongue touches it and I savor your essence. That one taste triggers my need and my tongue begins it frantic dance over your tip, around and under you, I lick. Lapping you, wetting you, my tongue slides down the hard shaft to the base, around and up the hard vein under you; stopping at that oh so sensitive spot just under your tip. My lips nibbling and sucking the tender skin and vein into my mouth, pulling your moans from your throat, louder. I feel your hands in my hair, caressing and stroking me. Lifting slightly I let your tip pop out and I blow warm air across it and feel you shiver. Kissing, licking and nibbling I make my way once again to your base; my tongue leaving wet trails along the shaft. Reaching out with my tongue I slip your sac between my lips, then open them and suck you in. Rolling you, caressing you, they tighten and begin to fill within the moist heat of my mouth. Slipping you out I flatten my tongue; reach under you with both hands and nudge you move to the edge of the chair. With your ass cheeks in my hands, I lick and nibble my way to your little puckered hole. Licking along the crack, your moans become groans, low and husky you say, "Oh yes, baby, suck my ass. You know I love that, oh yesss." I slip my tongue into you, twirling it around and slipping out. Circling and then dipping in again, slowly fucking your ass with my tongue. Your breathing goes ragged as I feel you building. My one hand fisting your rock hard cock as I tongue fuck your ass. My tongue sliding in and out, sliding in and holding it there as I lock my mouth around you and suck. Slipping out I lick my way to the front, wetting your balls as I slide past. Up your incredible cock, harder than ever, I slip up to the tip. Pressing you to closed lips, slowly I open and then descend on you. All at once, taking your entire length to the back of my throat, I swallow you. As my throat muscles flex and grip, rippling up your cock, I feel your uncontrollable twitch. Knowing that you are so close I wrap my thumb and finger around your cock at the base and squeeze, halting your need to cum. I slip you up and out of my mouth, licking and sucking, holding you and keeping you hard. Looking up into your eyes, smiling to see the lust barely contained, I release my hold on you, and let my hands roam up and over your chest. My fingers circling your nipples, gently pinching and tweaking. I stretch up to kiss your lips. Opening my lips wide as you plunge your tongue into my mouth, fucking me with it. I suck it in and pull you even harder as your arms close around me and press me to your chest. Pulling me up to you, my legs open as I straddle you and settle into your lap. Your hard cock pressing against my tummy, I shift up and out and you slip in between my legs. Your hands on my hips, my hands on your shoulders, our lips pressed together, you lower me onto your cock. I am so wet and slick, you slide in slowly. Pressing me down onto you, your cock stretching my tight pussy, feeling all of you rubbing against the walls; filling me. The friction between us is incredible. As your length pushes farther and deeper, my muscles begin to tighten. The grip on your cock must feel fantastic, because I hear you moan, "Oh Rita, you are so tight, my god, this feels so good." One last push and you hit the back, deep in me all the way, my ass resting against your balls. I rock forward, then back, forward, then back. Your hands tighten on my hips to steady me and I begin my ride. Lifting and lowering, up and down, your hard cock plunging in and out...pulling up and holding just your tip and then pushing back down taking the length into me. Rocking on you, undulating, my hips shifting, pushing myself towards an incredible orgasm; feeling it build deep inside as I continue riding your cock. I can feel you swelling and my muscles convulse around you, my hand lowers to my clit and begins its dance towards climax. Rocking back and holding there, I squeeze hard and then slip forward and increase the movement, faster now, harder and deeper, pulling you in, pushing me up. Building and riding that edge. I know you are you are close and I push to take us both together. My clit throbbing and pulsing against my fingers, I feel your balls tighten and contract and I let myself fly over that edge. As my orgasm slams into me, crying out to you and your response is my name; I feel you explode deep inside me; hitting the back of my cervix and washing back down and over your cock. We cry out each others names, over and over, as wave after wave of pleasure wash over us. I shudder and tremble on top of you, feeling your whole body shaking beneath me. As we slow our movements, my muscles milking the last drops of hot creamy cum from your cock, I collapse against your chest. We sit, joined together as one. Your arms around me holding me close to you. Our bodies connected, our juices mixed, our breathing ragged. I sit up slightly and look into your smiling eyes and say to you, "Gordon, you really have to stop sending me pee-pee pictures! Look what happens when you do!"