2 comments/ 57329 views/ 6 favorites Knicker Teen By: Carpe Diem 2000 'Jenny, how many units of Cunt-Struck have we sold to date?' Alan asked. Jenny flipped open the file. 'Two thousand five hundred and sixty but I've just received an order for fifty more copies from a sex shop in Bolton and I've had further enquiries from three more outlets in the midlands.' Alan took a cigar from the humidor on his desk and smiled with satisfaction. 'It will be up there with Spunk Hungry soon,' he said, flicking open his Dupont cigar lighter. He had won last years Mr Porno award for Spunk at the Amsterdam Adult Festival and Tracey Honeypot had won best actress for her role as the bored nymphomaniac housewife. In the finale fifty two guys had lined up and wanked over her, covering her in cum, blowing their loads in her mouth, over her face, her tits and cunt as she spread her long legs wide and fingered herself to her own climax. Alan looked down into the parking lot with further satisfaction as his eye roved over his gleaming silver Porsche Carrera. 'I need to find a new project and a new star Jenny,' he said. It had been three months since the completion of Cunt-Struck, a ninety minuter about a depraved English teacher fucking her way through her students, male and female, at an adult learning centre. He liked to give his movies something of a story line, rather than just film a room with a bed. Of course it eventually came down to the same thing, sex, an outlet for the lonely, wanking themselves off to the scenes of Tracey or any of the other girls taking it anally, orally or vaginally for which the obviously grateful punters paid for his lavish lifestyle. He had an eight bedroomed house in Essex with twelve acres of land, a vintage Bugatti and Jaguar XK 120, his beloved Porsche, and of course all the cunt he craved. If none of his starlets were available to drop their knickers or suck his dick there were always the best of the escorts in the book at his beck and call. He liked to watch two girls, one being fucked with a strap-on dildo while a third sucked or wanked him off as he sipped a very expensive champagne. He had bought the house on the proceeds of Do Me, Do Me Too, and Do Me Again. An idea was beginning to ferment in his brain. Yesterday morning he had driven past the offices of Yellow Couriers and there was a girl sitting on the step smoking a cigarette. Whether she knew it or not, he could see right up her skirt. Her legs were splayed and she was wearing a pair of pale blue knickers. His cock twitched. He caught her eye, he smiled and she smiled back, the traffic moved and he caught her again, still looking, in his rear view mirror. There was definitely something about her; his cock was solid in his pants when he stepped into the lift. 'Jenn,' he said, emerging from his reverie, 'I think I've got it, the flick is to be called 'Knicker-Teen.' Jenny smiled at him quizzically, 'You doing a health warning ad Al, the dangers of smoking?' Alan laughed. 'No, although it is about smoking and sex, not nicotine but knickers and a teenager who likes to smoke while flashing 'em – knicker teen! I just love the play on words and whoever that sexy little minx is; I want her to play the role!' He saw her the next day at the same time, sitting on the step of Yellow Couriers, she was smoking again but this time she was wearing jeans, nevertheless, his cock twitched again. He wanted to approach her then but decided against it, if she was there tomorrow then he would. Cunt-Struck was doing well, another hundred and fifty copies were shipped out and Jenny advised him that Do Me Too had sold forty two more copies in the past couple of days. 'Jenn, that chick is hot.' He said, lighting a Cohiba, 'I don't think she's English, got more of a continental look about her.' Jenny laughed. 'Alan, I think you are beginning to obsess. Why don't you just pick her up, take her to dinner and fuck her even if she doesn't want to be a porno star? The phone rang and she took the call, twenty more copies of Spunk Hungry. That evening, feeling horny, Alan called Executive Escorts. He wanted Jane and Kim and the diminutive Polish girl, Agnes. 'Bring the toys,' he said. Jane sucked him hard and then he fucked Agnes from behind while the two other girls chopped and fed him cocaine, placing the mirror on Agnes's back at appropriate moments. He got close to climax, held off, and then had Kim wank him while he fingered Jane's clit. He blew his wad into Kim's knickers while watching the three of them doing each other with dildo's. The girls left with four hundred pounds each and a promise to see him soon. Alan wanked off again a little later thinking of the girl on the steps. A day later and there she was! Short skirt, legs apart and white knickers. Instead of driving on he turned into the forecourt of Yellow Couriers and rolled down the window. 'Do you work here?' He asked. 'Yes, of course, and why you asking me?' She brought her knees together. 'I noticed you.' Alan smiled. 'Thank you.' She took a draw on her cigarette. 'You have nice car.' 'I have been noticing you for a few days.' 'I know, I thought about why does a man with rich car notice me?' She blew smoke. Alan's cock twitched. 'What do you do here?' He asked. 'I clean office and make tea; sometimes I take telephone and make bookings but they say I have to improve my English.' 'Where are you from?' He switched off the engine. 'I am from Czech.' She flicked the cigarette end away. 'Have you been here long?' 'In this country two month. It was hard, I couldn't find job at beginning but now it's ok. In a few days I have interview for bar job.' As she was talking Alan noticed her legs parting slightly as she relaxed. Sitting low in the car he had a perfect view of her cheap cotton knickers, they were quite tight and he detected a prominent bulge straining against the gusset. A yellow van pulled up behind him and Alan was treated to a final and more rewarding knicker-flash as the girl stood. 'Will you be here tomorrow?' He asked, firing up the engine. 'Yes, I must go now – this is boss.' 'What is your name?' 'Anna, I have to go.' Alan was greeted by a harried looking Jenny when he stepped into the office. 'Swift have a problem,' she said, 'the van's broken down and they don't have another until this afternoon and Love-Stop in Basildon has just put an order in for seventy five DVD's, they want them by lunch-time if possible.' 'Well, that's a stroke of luck!' Alan replied cheerily. 'Get the mailroom to put the titles together and I'll take them over personally to Yellow Couriers.' Anna looked up from 'Misty Eyes', a cheap monthly magazine full of romance stories, some quite racy, that she read to improve her English. She was feeling rather horny as she reached the part where Annabelle's boyfriend Kurt, had his hand on Annabelle's knee and was slowly working his way up her skirt with each passionate kiss. In fact she had been offhand when the buzzer rang, wanting to get to the end of the story rather than deal with a boring customer. She had just taken a long draw of her cigarette and was blowing perfect smoke-rings as Alan entered Despatch. 'Oh, it is you!' Anna said, genuinely surprised. Alan placed the box on the counter. There was something so hot about her, she had the insolence of the perfect slut, and via his brain his cock reminded him how much the sight of her turned him on as he felt the blood rushing south. 'Yes, it is an urgent job; I need guaranteed delivery in Essex by this lunchtime.' Efficiently Anna produced the carbon despatch notes. 'Where does it have to go?' She looked up and smiled. 'Love Stop, two one nine the high street Basildon.' 'What is Love Stop?' Anna asked stubbing out her cigarette. 'It's a sex shop, toys, underwear and naughty films.' Alan smiled at her. 'Nice, I like it.' Anna laughed as she began entering the details. 'What you send naughty panty or naughty toy?' 'Naughty films.' 'OK, sorry, not my business but you know I am interested to find out.' The door from the outer office opened and Alan was confronted by a short middle aged man, overweight and showing at least 2 days of stubble on his fat jowls. 'Anna, I've told you, less chatting up the customers and more of getting on with it! I'll have a coffee when you are ready.' He gave Alan a malevolent smile and retreated back from whence he had come. Alan decided to come straight to the point. 'Would you like to go out with me this evening, a drink, a meal, hang out and talk?' 'Sure, ok, that's seventy eight pounds please – I finish at seven o'clock.' She couldn't get Alan's credit card to work so she had to disturb her boss. 'I've told you so many times.' The fat man complained as he processed the card. At five minutes past seven Alan drew into the forecourt of Yellow Couriers. Anna was waiting, sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette. Her skirt was short and her legs were open but she stood up immediately affording no erotic glimpses. Before Alan could get out she ran around to the passenger door. As she climbed inside he was rewarded with a quick glimpse of her cheap cotton knickers as her skirt rode up. 'Really nice,' she said settling into the leather seat. 'I like very much, where you take me?' 'Something to eat?' Alan smiled. 'That would be lovely.' Anna giggled and wriggled down into the seat. 'Seatbelt.' 'Oh, yes. I forgot about it.' Twenty minutes later they arrived at the WindJammer Club. The car-jockey took the keys and they were escorted to the door by George, the head doorman. Inside they were greeted by Maurice, owner of the club. 'I am not ready for such place.' Anna said quietly as they were shown through to the Bronze Room. 'I am not dressed; I don't think I look so nice.' Alan smiled and took her arm leading her to a low table surrounded by comfortable club-chairs. 'It's not the clothes honey; it's who's wearing them.' Alan winked at her. Maurice, ever attentive, asked what they would like to drink. Alan ordered champagne. 'And what will that be?' asked Maurice, smiling at Anna. 'So why you ask me?' Anna said after taking a sip of the Krug 97. 'Because you're cute and I wanted to get to know you.' 'OK, maybe you are ok, but I am just Czech girl and it seems strange for me.' Alan laughed, 'I just thought it could be fun, something to eat and say hello.' 'And maybe to fuck me?' 'Anna, if that is what you would like but I am just enjoying your company.' He raised his glass. 'There are no strings attached, just relax and enjoy.' 'Strings, what is a string?' Alan couldn't contain himself and burst into laughter. 'It is an English expression for someone who wants something in return for something given – and yes, of course I would love to fuck you, I would be lying if I said I didn't, but it is fine to spend a couple of hours with you and get you safely home.' 'You are nice, I like that you are honest with me.' Her legs parted and Alan stole a clear view up her skirt. Maurice placed menus on the table. 'The beef is succulent and the pheasant is particularly good.' Anna still felt too ashamed to go through to the dining room in her cheap denim skirt and cotton top so without fuss it was arranged for them to be served where they were. After her third glass of champagne Anna began to relax. She told Alan a little of growing up in the Czech Republic, that her father had died and how her mother had become an alcoholic and her younger sister had become addicted to heroin. 'There is no work that pays and I want to help them.' She said wistfully. 'Do you have a boyfriend?' Alan asked. 'No, but my boss wants to take me out.' 'Was that the guy I saw today?' Anna chuckled, 'Yes, he is ok, gave me job but he is not nice looking.' 'Anna, would you consider working for me?' She reached for a cigarette. 'I don't know – how much?' 'I make naughty movies; I would give you two and a half thousand pounds for the first one, you would be the star.' Anna's expression changed as she drew deeply on her cigarette. 'I make sex on film?' 'You have something quite special; you have a sensuality that is so earthy, so erotic.' Alan refreshed her glass. 'You make a lot of money from this – your car, this place, everything?' Alan nodded. 'It is a lot of money for me two and half thousand,' Anna went on, 'I am not making this money, I get two hundred pounds for my job.' Suddenly she sat bolt upright in her chair. 'Shit.'! She exclaimed. 'I am supposed to have interview for bar job tonight!' Maurice approached them to take the order. 'What time is it?' Anna asked anxiously. 'Ten past eight.' Alan answered, waving Maurice away. Anna looked crestfallen. 'I am supposed to be there ten minutes ago and it is a long way.' 'Do you have a phone?' Alan asked, 'Perhaps you could give them a call.' Anna shook her head. 'I don't have yet.' Alan took his slim mobile from his pocket and handed it to her. She took it gratefully and fumbled in her bag for the number. She dialled the number and listened. 'Is it the Horse and Groom? Good, it is Anna, I am supposed to be having interview for bar job, but I am late at work.' Alan toyed with his lighter. 'Can I come tomorrow? You have given job already – ok then, I am sorry.' She handed the phone back to Alan. 'They have given the job to someone.' She sighed. Alan pushed her glass toward her. 'Don't worry, there are plenty of bar jobs so you may as well relax and have something to eat.' 'Thank you, you are very kind. I am not so hungry, perhaps they have something small?' Alan ordered Club Sandwiches and emptied the bottle of champagne into their glasses. 'Another one Sir?' Enquired Maurice with a twinkle in his eye. Alan was quick to pick up on the double entendre and he was sure that Anna didn't and he nodded his assent. 'I am so stupid,' said Anna, toying with her beef sandwich, 'I forgot about interview.' 'Anna, I don't want appear as though I am coercing you in anyway...' 'What is it co-ursing?' She interrupted with the semblance of a smile. 'When you get someone to do something they don't want to do.' Alan said warmly. 'You could easily forget your money worries you know.' He paused for a moment and looked into her eyes. 'Do you like sex?' Anna reddened. 'Yes, of course, I am young woman.' She sipped nervously on her champagne. 'And what do you think of pornography?' 'I don't know it so well but some is nice, it is normal.' 'Ok, just for a moment let us imagine that you would be in my film. It would take about four or five days and I would pay you well, you would have enough not to worry for a month or so.' 'What would I have to do in this film?' 'Have sex with five or six different men and two or three women.' Alan said matter of factly. 'Also quite a lot of posing with short skirts so the camera can see your knickers.' He added with a warm grin. 'That part will be easy for you; you're always sitting on the steps of Yellow Couriers flashing your pants.' 'Oh, you are very bad, you have been looking at my knicker!' She leaned forward and slapped his shoulder. 'You are bad boy!' Alan laughed, almost spilling his drink. 'Yes, I am Anna, indeed I am, and your knickers get me very excited.' Indeed, as they were both relaxing Alan felt the blood flowing into his cock. 'I want you to think about it. If you are interested I will give you three hundred pounds to go shopping for some outfits – tops, skirts and knickers. I will also pay you five hundred pounds in advance, but you must be sure, it is important when you are be filmed that you act as though you love sex and can't get enough – it's not as easy as it may seem, and if you think you can do two anal scenes, one a guy fucking you and one a woman with a strap-on dildo I will pay you a further thousand pounds.' Anna reached for her cigarettes. 'Let me think.' Alan detected her fingers trembling as she brought the cigarette to her lips. He snapped open his Dupont and lit it for her. 'OK, I go shopping for knicker.' 'Good girl!' He raised his glass. 'I'm sure you will it all very interesting. Now, so we can begin, just relax back into the chair, open your legs a little and let me look up your skirt as we finish the meal.' At eight o'clock sharp the next morning Alan was behind his desk. He beamed at Jenny and indicated the hot coffee he had waiting for her. 'You're in a good mood.' She said breezily. 'Am I to assume that you got laid last night?' 'Better still Jen, I got the girl for Knicker Teen. She's coming in at four to show her outfits, do some shots and a video test. She's going to be terrific!' 'OK, Mr De Mille, but did you fuck her!' 'For once Jenny I'm going to disappoint you, I wanted her to think carefully, she is only nineteen. Quite a bright and mature one though – and anyway, I get to fuck her in the tests today, if she shows.' 'Well, well! Who's been a busy boy then!' She dropped her bags by her desk and sank into her swivel chair. 'I finally got Helen to do me with the Thai beads last night. It was heaven; she ate my clit perfectly and pulled them out of my ass right on time - I thought I might have done some damage the way I was ramming into her face. God, it was glorious!' 'How about my new girl? Are you up for a lezzy session for the tests this afternoon? 'Ooh, yes! I'm still feeling horny from last night.' She stretched her arms luxuriously and yawned. My cunt still desires!' 'Very-good, Jen, I'd like to see you both in sixty-nine and I want you to use a strap-on. We'll see how it goes, take our time and see if Anna has the star potential I suspect she has.' At five past four Anna buzzed up from the street. Both Alan and Jenny watched her on the security video system. She was carrying several large bags and was dressed in a short pleated skirt with a tan suede jacket, white shirt and tie, and to top it off a white beret slouched at a saucy angle. 'Oh my God,' exclaimed Jenny, 'let's get to it. Alan, you are fucking brilliant!' Anna stepped into reception with a smile. 'I am bit nervous. I don't know how you like things.' 'Honey, I like things very much.' Purred Jenny. 'And I know Alan is just thrilled that you are here.' She motioned Anna to her desk. 'I just love what you are wearing, let's see the other things.' Alan left them to check on the studio and to open a bottle of champagne. When he returned he found the two women discussing the three skirts Anna had bought. 'I love the one you've got on,' Jenny said, just perfect for up skirt shots, and this tight stretchy one is just fab!' 'Let's see the panties.' Said Alan, uncorking the champagne. 'Oh, yes,' I bought quite few pair.' Said Anna, reaching into a bag. 'No, not those,' said Alan, 'the one's you've got on.' For a moment Anna seemed to hesitate and then she lifted the short pleated skirt she was wearing. 'These are my old knicker; I didn't think to put on the new ones.' They were the ones that Alan had noticed when she was sitting on the steps the first time he had noticed her. Pale blue, no style, cotton, cheap, and they were just wonderful. 'Sit down ladies; let's have a drink to celebrate.' Alan beamed. Jenny guided Anna to the leather sofa. 'Sit back and keep your legs open.' She said softly. Alan's cock was rock solid in his underpants and Jenny was getting wetter by the second. She sat next to Anna on the sofa and Alan took the chair opposite. Alan raised his glass. 'To Anna's new career!' His eyes didn't leave the sight of Anna's vulva bulging against the pale blue fabric of her sexy-slut knickers. There was an awkward silence that seemed to last ages but in fact was no longer than ten seconds. Jenny leaned across and kissed Anna full on her mouth. Anna momentarily pulled back and then pressed her mouth closer to Jenny's and parted her lips, her tongue probing. She had fantasised about sex with a woman, and she had fantasised about a threesome who included herself, a man and another female. Jenny responded hungrily, sucking Anna's tongue deep into her mouth. At the same time she reached down and touched Anna through her knickers. Knicker Teen: Anna On Camera Her mobile rang and Anna scampered to pick it up, she was just out of the shower a towel wrapped around her head, she ran down the hall the other towel wrapped around her body falling open and then to the floor as she entered her room and closed the door. It was Alan, they were meeting today to take some pictures and do some filming in preparation for the movie, 'Knicker Teen.' 'Hi babe, you ok? 'Yes, I am.' She climbed naked onto the bed. 'I'll pick you up in an hour, wear a blouse and the short skirt, bring a selection of the knickers you bought and some of your own old one's' 'Yes, I think so, but maybe they are dirty knicker in basket, I will find.' 'Good Anna, and wear one of your old bras, I'll see you soon.' 'Should I have toys?' 'No, we are just doing up skirt shots and tits. Did you prepare your speech to the camera?' 'Yes, I tell you about my name and how I am making movie 'Knicker Teen.' 'Good honey, I'll see you soon, don't forget to bring some knee length socks and some hold up stockings.' 'Where we go today?' 'Some quiet places in London, and then a drive out of town ok.' Anna dried her hair and applied make up, 'Not too much,' she heard Alan's voice, 'just eyes and lips.' She was excited at the prospect of the day ahead. She packed a plastic bag with the new knickers she had bought and two pairs of hold-up stockings and a pair of plum coloured horizontal striped knee high socks. She then searched in her drawers for a pair of her old knickers and fished out two pairs in plain cotton, but the pale blue one's that she was wearing when she first met Alan were in her laundry basket and heavily stained in the crotch. She wasn't sure so she put them in the bag and dressed in a pair of clean white one's, her old everyday bra, her new pleated skirt, a crisp white cotton blouse and white knee high socks and finished with a pair of clumpy shoes with straps. 'I look bit like schoolgirl,' she said to herself as she checked her image in the mirror. At eight o'clock Alan rang on the doorbell and Anna grabbed her things and charged down the stairs her shoes kicking up a racket. 'Do you bleedin' mind, it's fuckin' Sunday!' a voice called from the first floor, but Anna was gone, the front door slamming behind her. Alan was waiting for her, leaning nonchalantly on the bonnet of the Porsche, a camera in his hand and the passenger door open. She bounded up to him, and kissed him, 'I am ready,' she said. 'Get in,' replied Alan with a broad smile, 'sit halfway in the seat with your legs slightly parted.' Anna did as she was asked and Alan positioned himself for a low angle shot with Anna full frame but the focus being straight up her skirt. He took a couple of shots and then asked her to part her legs wider. 'Like this?' She spread her legs and lifted herself halfway out of the seat. 'Yes, that's so good.' He focused precisely, the stitching of the elasticated legs of her cotton knickers sharp and clear as were the hairs of her fanny that seeped either side of the crotch. He fired off three or four shots from slightly different angles. He looked up at the house and saw a curtain move on the first floor. He smiled and waved as the curtains closed. His cock was hard as he slipped into the driving seat. 'You make good picture of my knicker?' Anna asked with wide eyes and her lovely smile. Alan laughed and fired up the Porsche. 'So you have your speech ready?' 'Yes, I told you, I say I am Anna from Czech and I show my knicker for film and how men like knicker and what it is inside, my pussy. Ok, is it good?' Alan leaned over and kissed her through a smile that was breaking into laughter. He looked up again at the dilapidated building and this time he saw the pinched face looking down at the car. 'That's just perfect kid,' he said engaging the gears and pulling away, charmed and delighted by her use of English which he found so erotic and knew his intended audience would too. They drove down to the Embankment and Alan parked close to some benches that overlooked the river. 'Ok,' said Alan when they were out of the car, 'sit on the bench and look at the river – do you have your cigarettes?' Anna nodded, confirming that she did. 'Good girl, light one up then and I'll take some pictures.' He took several pictures, starting with some innocent shots of Anna smoking with her legs crossed and then with her knees together and then some with her legs slightly parted, incrementally working toward a series of shots where her legs were spread wider and wider until she was sitting lewdly on the edge of the bench her skirt riding up around her waist, her legs as wide as they would go and her vulva clearly bulging through the crotch of her knickers. 'Good Anna, good. Now unbutton your blouse so I can see your bra, yes, excellent, undo one more button, that's it, yes lovely, now push your bra up and show me your tits.' Anna did as she was asked, exposing first one breast and then both of them. Alan's cock was now hard and throbbing. 'Ok, honey, pull your knickers over to one side and flash your pussy for me. Oh, wow! That is so fucking hot!' Anna was getting turned on and both of them were so involved in what they were doing that they failed to notice a pair of Sunday morning joggers approaching along the embankment, a male and a female in their early twenties. 'Pervert!' The girl called over her shoulder as they ran by. Anna panicked and pulled her bra down and brought her knees tightly together. Back in the car they both burst into fits of laughter relieving the tension. 'I think I'll have one of your cigarettes if you don't mind,' Alan said with a broad grin. She took the packet from her bag and lit one for him. 'Where we go now?' she asked. 'Oxford, into the country, where there aren't any joggers to disturb us.' Alan replied, turning the key in the ignition. 'I am feeling sexy, my knicker is getting wet.' She gazed across at him seductively, a smile playing on her lips. 'My cock was rock hard until those two went by; the shots are great, really horny.' 'I suck it for you later if you like, and make you spunky.' She reached over and squeezed his penis through his jeans. Alan felt the blood flowing back into his dick. 'Is that a promise?' 'Yes, I make promise and would like it you fuck me.' She squeezed his cock again. 'Anna! Behave yourself, do you want us to crash?' He lifted her hand and dropped it into her lap. 'I'll fuck you in the countryside when I have taken more pictures and shot some video, and then we'll have lunch – if you're a good girl.' 'Yes, I will be good bad girl, I will do everything.' The traffic was light and soon they were speeding along the motorway in the bright morning sunshine. 'What is your most popular movie?' Anna asked after a long silence. 'Cunt-Struck, Spunk Hungry and the Do Me series are the big sellers,' he answered, 'You are going to work with Tracey, she's the star of Spunk Hungry, she's fantastic, you'll love her.' Anna gazed out the country side as it rolled by; the corn was yellow in the fields and she could see cattle grazing in lush green fields. She felt herself getting wet at the prospect of the day ahead and the days to come, her nipples were hard and erect, her clit was tingling. She reached down and pressed her hand over her mons. 'Alan,' 'yes?' 'I am wanting to touch my pussy, I am needing it to cum, it's ok?' She parted her legs and pulled up her skirt. Alan looked down to see Anna pulling her knickers over exposing her cunt. Alan gulped and fixed his eyes back on the road. He quickly glanced down again as she pushed a finger into her vagina. 'You want to taste my pussy?' 'Oh fuck Anna!' She withdrew her finger and held it up; it was smeared with her milky love-juice. She offered it to his lips and he smelled the musky aroma. He opened his mouth and sucked hungrily at her secretions. 'More,' she said, pushing her finger back between her swollen labia and deep inside her love-canal. Again she withdrew it and held it out for Alan to suck. He felt his hot cock throbbing in his underpants, aware that pre-flow was seeping into them. He had to stop and do her, have her suck him off or just fuck her. It was a few miles before the turn off he wanted, and glancing in the rear view mirror he accelerated to ninety miles an hour. Anna was using both hands, her legs splayed, rapidly pumping her fingers in and out of her fanny, and frigging around her engorged clit. Her breathing had quickened and her chest was heaving. 'Oh, yes, so good, I am wanking – I am cumming soon.' In the distance Alan spotted a police patrol car and he slowed back down to seventy miles an hour. Anna was making thrusting movements with her pelvis, grinding her cunt into her fingers, her head thrown back and her eyes half closed. 'Yes Alan, yes!' She felt her legs shaking as her orgasm took her, sending shock waves through her. 'I am cumming, oh I am cumming – ahhh! Ahhh – I want it your cock! Oh, fuck please – yes!' She clamped her legs tightly together, cupping and pressing down on her mons with the palm of her hand, her breathing quick and deep. Alan reached the turnoff and gunned the Porsche down a wide country lane, his balls aching. He glanced across at Anna who was looking at him lasciviously, her tongue slowly licking her lips. Alan came to fork in the road and jinked to his right and then on his left he spotted a narrow track that led off the road. They bumped along for about a hundred yards and then he slid the car to a halt. 'Get out.' He said, doing so himself and scrambling around to Anna's side of the car, wrenching the door open. He unzipped his fly and wrestled his cock out. 'Lean against the car Anna and get your knickers down. Oh yeah, that's it, spread your legs a bit wider.' He pulled her bum cheeks wide, exposing her dripping sex, driving his cock deep into her. 'Unh!' He pumped into her, fast rhythmic strokes, the pressure in his cock building. Anna pushed back against his thrusts; she reached down between her legs her fingers seeking out her clitoris. Alan fumbled under her blouse and pulled her bra down. He felt for her breasts as his cock twitched. 'Oh fuck Anna!' Anna was sobbing softly, her legs trembling again as she felt the girth and length of Alan's cock slamming into her, she was frigging her nubbin faster now, the electricity building, flowing through her fanny and through her belly. Alan's balls were tight in his sack, his cock jerked and he shot a wad of his hot seed deep into her cunt. He pulled her onto him as his cock jerked again the spunk flowing, and now Anna was bucking and crying out. Alan fired his last round pressing hard against her buttocks, his cock twitching deliciously in her velvet love-tube. He held her like that for several minutes and then withdrew. Anna turned and kissed him, her tongue searching out his and then she dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking at the last drops of spunk still seeping from his cock, her blue eyes looking up salaciously into his. Her knickers were still down, stretched between her calves the gusset thick with her love-cream. She looked down, 'Look my dirty knicker, see how you make my pussy juices run.' She was working on his cock with her hands. 'I have old blue pair with me; they are same, dirty with my juices. Now I suck you hard again, this time you spunk in my mouth, I want it, I swallow everything.' Alan felt his cock growing hard again as Anna sucked and licked around his purple dome while she stroked up and down his shaft. She had a wonderful technique with hands and mouth, wanking and sucking him, cupping his balls in her hand and gently squeezing and now his cock was throbbing once more. He grabbed a handful of her hair and started face-fucking her, rocking his hips back and forth. Anna opened her throat taking him deeper and deeper until at last his balls were pressed against her chin. He closed his eyes, savouring every sensation as she worked him toward climax. Again her hand went between her legs and again she played with her clit, she was insatiable. Her muffled moans and sobs growing louder and louder, Alan quickened his pace and his cock jerked in her mouth, 'I'm going to spunk baby, I'm gonna cum!' Anna's hand worked faster on her quim, her fingers flicking and rubbing frantically at her love-button, she squirmed and writhed beneath him. 'Oh Fuck!' Alan yelled, and Anna drew her head back to take the first jet of his cum fully in her mouth, she wanted to taste it, she was bouncing up and down, two fingers up her cunt and her thumb doing the clit-work. 'Fuck!' Alan cried out again, his second jet of spunk hit the back of her throat but she kept on sucking the head of his cock as he spunked twice more in quick succession and still she wouldn't let go, she kept on sucking until she had milked him dry. At last she pulled away from his cock and looked up at him her mouth open and full of his pearly cum. She rose unsteadily and kissed him sharing the spunk but swallowing most herself, her whole body shaking. 'Fucking hell, Anna, you're a horny bitch!' 'Yes, I am like bitch, bitch with the heat.' She reached down and hitched her knickers back up. In the distance they heard the sound of a tractor approaching and Alan put his cock back in his pants and zipped up his jeans. 'Come on, let's go.' He said breathlessly. He reversed back down the track much slower and more carefully than the way he had driven in. 'Do we take more pictures?' Anna asked. 'Yes, but I don't know about you but I need a drink and to relax for a while.' They drove for a couple of miles without speaking and then Anna said, 'I've been thinking with the anal sex, you know when I sent you picture with phone?' 'Yes, of course I do.' 'I had finger in anus but I didn't try toy, I didn't think of it before but it was nice. I would like to try for movie and having the extra money you said, I would like to try today, I want you to fuck me there, into my bum – is that right word, bum?' 'Jesus, Anna, you are so incredible!' 'What is it that word incredible?' 'Unbelievable, Anna, unbelievable.' 'No, you can believe me, I want it to try!' She was wearing a serious look. Up ahead Alan noticed a pretty, old public house, with a red pantiled roof and hanging baskets of geraniums and slowing down he turned into the forecourt of the Huntsman's Retreat. 'Oh, this is nice,' said Anna when they were inside. She marvelled at the old oak beams and the gleaming copper pans that hung from them and the prints of fox hunting scenes that decorated the walls. A prim looking woman in middle age looked them snootily up and down as they entered. A youngish father and his slutty teen age daughter; her opinion was already formed. 'Are you serving lunch?' Alan enquired. 'Yes, I think the chef is ready.' Came the disdainful answer. 'Good, then I'd like to see a menu please if that's ok.' Alan had read her signals and was ready to play. 'Is he good, the chef?' 'I think you'll find him satisfactory, the menu's are on the table.' 'Ah good, but I'd like to see one here please.' He fixed her with a steely look. 'If you say so.' She moved awkwardly to the far end of the bar and returned with a menu and placing it before him she said 'Drinks?' 'Ah, yes, drinks. What champagne does this, er, establishment hold in its cellars?' 'Oh, well, if you were to look at the wine list,' came the reply, warming from frosty to luke warm in an instant. 'Good, then, I'll see the list.' Madame Prim scuttled back to the far end of the bar and returned with the wine list. 'Ah,' said Alan as he scanned the offerings, 'I see you do a Krug,' it was priced at a hundred and forty five pounds, 'that'll do.' 'Um, I'm really sorry, but we don't have that.' 'But it is on the list.' 'I know, we must change it.' Her face reddened. 'I think you should, don't suppose you get much call for it round here. How about the Pol Roger?' 'Oh! I'll have to check.' 'No need, what DO you have apart from attitude?' His eyes bored into her. 'We've got the Moet and the Chatel, and a very reasonable house champagne at thirty five pounds.' She positively flushed. 'We'll have the Moet thank you – there are days when I don't do reasonable and this is one of them! I don't suppose you have Dom Perignon?' 'As a matter of fact sir we do. I shall bring it immediately.' She managed a relieved smile. They sat at a table overlooking a pretty garden at the rear of the pub and a few minutes later the champagne was brought to them and served professionally in a warm and friendly manner. Alan enquired about the warm lobster salad and was assured of its freshness. 'They are live; you can go through to the kitchen and choose your own if you like.' 'What do you think Anna? Shall we treat ourselves to the lobster salad?' 'I didn't have it before.' Anna answered uncertainly. 'Then you should now, it's delicious.' Alan declined the offer to choose them from the tank but ordered two medium sized ones. 'Certainly sir, I hope you'll appreciate that it will take about half an hour to prepare.' Alan raised his glass and said 'Cheers' smiling at Anna warmly. Anna drank, enjoying the explosion of bubbles on her tongue. She leaned across the table and whispered 'I can feel your cum wetting my knicker, mixing it with my pussy juice.' 'I shall take pictures later, and we'll do some filming, it'll be fantastic.' 'And I want it you fuck my bum please.' She traced a finger over Alan's hand. His cock twitched in his pants and he felt himself getting hard. 'You naughty girl, but I didn't bring any lubricant.' 'Is ok, we use your spunk and my juice, there is plenty in my knicker.' She smiled slyly, looking him straight in the eye as she tilted her head and drank. Alan was fascinated by her attitude to sex and her abandoned wantonness. 'Are you happy where you are staying?' He asked, refilling their glasses. 'My room, is ok for me.' 'Do you have your own kitchen, bathroom?' 'No I share them.' 'How much is your rent?' 'Rent is eighty-five pounds in a week.' 'I think we should find you somewhere else to live, where you have your own facilities.' 'What is felicity?' she said seriously. Alan laughed, 'Facility, it means you would have your own small flat, with your own kitchen and bathroom. I've been giving you a lot of thought, I feel certain that the movie will be a big success and I have decided that you should have a percentage and that you will be in demand from other production companies – that is if you want to make more movies, I would definitely like to make two or three more after this one if you agree.' Anna listened intently, trying to understand all that Alan was saying. 'Yes, I think I like it,' she said thoughtfully, 'what is percentage?' Alan explained, writing it down on a paper napkin and showing it to her. 'The movies sell at twenty pounds to the shops; they add another five or ten pounds for their profit. So I suggest that you get five percent of each one sold, that would be a pound extra for you on each sale. I have just negotiated a distribution deal in America, they love Euro-Porn. I haven't done this with any of my other stars, but I'm thinking of putting you under contract. You could soon be quite a wealthy young lady.' Anna's eyes grew wider as he explained things. 'Oh, that is good, I agree with everything.' She beamed. 'Then we shall find you somewhere nice to live, you should start looking right away.' 'Thank you – it is kind.' Tears formed in the corner of her eyes and she looked away, out of the window. Alan patted her hand gently. At that moment his phone rang. 'Hi Jenny, how's it going?' He stood up and winked at Anna and then went outside to continue the call. Knicker Teen: Anna On Camera Anna's mind was spinning, she couldn't really take it all in, everything was happening so quickly. She fumbled in her bag for her cigarettes and lit one. She thought of the prospect of her own flat and the thought of leaving her bed sitting room excited her. She wanted to go to the toilet and went to the bar as the waitress emerged from the kitchen with the lobster salad, beautifully presented on a silver tray. Anna asked for the toilet and was shown the way. Inside she pushed her knickers down and inspected the gusset as she sat on the toilet, it was soaked in cum and her buttery cunt-cream. She pee'd and was about to dry her pussy with a tissue, but she stopped, letting it fall into the bowl and then she stood up and pulled her knickers back up without drying herself. Alan was waiting at the table when she returned, and other people were now seating themselves or standing at the bar. 'You ok?' Alan asked as she sat down. 'Yes, the life hasn't never been better, everything is lovely.' The lobster was delicious with a wonderful sauce. The chef had removed all the meat and rearranged it in the shell, the empty claws arranged on the plates for presentation. When Alan and Anna were halfway through he emerged from the kitchen to ask if everything was all right. Alan complimented him profusely and enquired about the sauce. When he had gone Anna looked around the room at the other diners busily engaged in their conversation. 'Alan, drop your napkin under the table so you can look up my skirt.' He didn't need a second bidding and dropped it to the floor. He bent under the table to pick it up and Anna quickly spread her legs and hitched up her skirt, thrusting her pelvis forward. Her knickers were sticking to her vulva and caught in the cleft between her lips. They finished the meal with sorbet and the remains of the champagne. 'Let's go to work,' Alan said when he had paid the bill. 'I hope you enjoyed your lunch,' the proprietress beamed as she handed Alan's credit card back to him with his receipt. She was now all warmth and friendliness, having relieved him of two hundred and twenty five pounds. 'Very much thank you,' Alan replied, as she helped Anna out of her chair. They drove further out into the country; Alan played cool jazz on the CD player. They came to a narrow lane and Alan found a track that led into some woodland. He drove for about a half a mile and then parked in place where he could turn around easily. 'Come on,' he said, 'let's go for a nice walk.' He gathered his camera and a high definition video camera and a tripod and they set off further down the path, the sunlight dappling through the trees, they could hear birdsong and pheasants as they scuttled squawking through the undergrowth. 'This is lovely,' Anna said, smiling broadly at Alan. At the end of the track they came to a wide gate that led deeper into the woods. It wasn't locked and swung open easily and Alan noticed that from fully open it swung back to it's closed position. 'Perfect,' said Alan setting up the tripod. 'Ok, here's what we do,' he went on, 'climb up and sit on the gate with your legs open so I can get a good shot of your knick's.' Anna clambered up eagerly, 'Like this?' she smiled, sitting on the top rail resting her feet on the third rail down, gripping the top rail for balance with her hands and spreading her legs wide open. She looked the perfect beautiful unashamed slut. Alan felt his cock swelling as he set up the camera on the tripod. He switched the camera on and framed a low angle three quarter shot that included her face but cut her legs off just below the knee, her bulging knickers filling a third of the frame. He then took out his still camera and took shots from various angles. 'Ok, Anna, now unbutton your blouse and free your tits from your bra. Good, great, excellent,' he said as he clicked away. 'Now pull your knickers over and twist the gusset toward me so I can see how wet they are.' She did as she was asked willingly, and Alan took a dozen close shots of her wet cunt and the heavily stained knicker gusset. His cock was now rigid. Anna was really enjoying herself, she felt as horny as hell as she exposed herself this way, her nipples were erect and tingling and she felt a fresh flow of love-cream building in her vagina. 'I think I need fuck soon.' She giggled. 'Not yet, babe,' Alan smiled as he put the still camera aside. 'Ok, I want you to say the things to the camera that I told you.' 'I do it now?' 'When I say 'action.' OK' He looked through the viewfinder. 'Action.' 'Hello, I am Anna, I am poor girl from Czech, I like the sex and want to show you my knicker. I am making movie called Knicker-Teen for Dream Machine Film Company, I do sex with boys and girls, sucking, fucking and up my bum.....' 'Great Anna, but I've got an idea.' He stopped filming and walked over to her. 'Hold tight!' He pushed the gate fully open and then let it go. 'Oh,' said Anna as the gate glided back to the closed position. 'That is so fucking good!' exclaimed Alan, 'Beautiful!' He pushed the gate open again and told her to catch hold of a branch to keep it open until he was ready. 'Good,' he said, 'keep your legs wide apart, let go of the branch when I say Action, and say your speech when the gate is closed, ok?' He went and positioned himself behind the camera. He flicked the switch, and looked through the viewfinder. Anna was side on, her tits falling out of her blouse and her legs wide open. 'And action!' The gate swung round in a lovely arc and then it stopped and Anna started her speech again. 'Hello, I am Anna, poor girl from Czech, I am liking the sex and I want to show you my knicker. I am making this film called Knicker-Teen for Dream Machine. I am having sex with boys and girls; I do sucking, fucking and fucking up the bum. My knicker is always wet, always I make them dirty, see, I show you.' While she was talking, Alan slowly zoomed in until only her knickers filled the screen. She pulled them to one side, twisting the gusset to show how wet and creamy they were, exposing her cunt at the same time. 'Fantastic Anna, finger yourself, open your cunt up for me – Oh, yeah, that's lovely!' He lingered on the shot of her drenched fingers as she played with herself and then he switched the camera off. Anna looked at him, with two fingers up her cunny. 'I'm going to fuck you now, climb down and take your knickers off; I shall lick and sniff them while I do you.' 'Oh, yes, please, you try in my bum now?' she said climbing off the gate and pushing her knickers down. Alan unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them and his underpants down around his thighs, his throbbing cock spearing the air. Anna handed him her dirty knickers which he draped gusset out on the top rail of the gate. 'How we do this?' 'Bend over and grab the gate for support,' Alan answered, but wait, I'll film it. Quickly he framed and arranged the camera, taking a minute or so of video of up her bent over, offering her bum and fanny up to nature. He then zoomed in, and leaving the camera running he smeared his fingers with the pre-flow that was oozing from his cock as he approached her. 'Part your legs nice and wide.' he went on, pushing her skirt up around her waist. He spread her buttocks and smeared her anus with the fluid from his dick, he squeezed more from his cock and applied it and then he put two fingers up her love-tunnel and scooped out her milky juices. Anna gasped as she felt him probing with a finger, she clenched her cheeks together as his finger went inside. 'Just relax,' Alan breathed. He pulled his finger out and put it back up her fanny. Again he smeared her love-juice around her anus and this time his finger went in more easily, sliding past her sphincter. 'Ahh!' cried Anna through gritted teeth. 'Relax, I won't put my cock in until I've got at least two fingers up you.' Anna pushed back, willing herself to relax her muscles, it was a strange feeling at first having him probe her anus but she kind of liked the feeling and she was determined to see it through. 'Good girl, now my thumb.' He pushed it deep into her cunt for lubrication and then introduced it to her anal canal. He pushed it in slowly, his cock jerking in anticipation. Slowly but surely she was opening up. Next he smeared two fingers with her cunny cream and then gently eased them up her bum, slowly, gently, pumping them in and out. 'Oh! Yes, it is better.' Alan thought he heard a rustle in the undergrowth, but he couldn't see anything there was only the sound of a light breeze in the trees, and the cry of the pheasants. Leaving his fingers up her anus he brought the tip of his cock to her fanny and pushed it in up to his balls. 'Ahh!' gasped Anna, gripping the gate tightly. John Shepherd, gamekeeper put his shotgun down gently and unzipped his corduroy trousers and pulled out his cock. He could see the couple clearly through the trees not fifteen yards from where he was hidden. Alan was fucking her now, with slow rhythmic strokes, Anna had let go of the gate with one hand and it was between her legs, working her clitty, her breathing fast and shallow. Alan's balls were tight in their sack, 'Hold on,' he breathed, withdrawing his cock from her cunt and sliding between her cheeks to the entrance of her anus. He withdrew his fingers and brought his helmet to the hole. 'Push back,' he said. John Shepherd's cock was rock solid in his hand as he slowly stroked it. Slowly, gently, Alan inserted the glistening tip of his cock into Anna's rectum and then it was in, he didn't move for a short while and then slowly he pressed into her an inch at a time. Anna's clit was on fire, she knew it wouldn't be too long before she could come. She felt his cock up her back passage, stretching it open. 'Do you like that?' Alan breathed. Anna's clit was engorged and swollen. 'Yes, yes, fuck my bum!' In the still air, John Shepherd could hear every word, his dick was throbbing and tingling and his wank-strokes were getting faster. Alan's cock was now three quarters of the way in, and he started fucking her, she was tight and her anal sphincter gripped like a vice. Anna was on the brink. 'Fuck me harder – do it harder.' Anna cried out. Gripping her hips Alan obliged, pumping in and out of her. Holding on to her with one hand, he took her knickers off the gate and sniffed at the gusset, savouring the fresh, cunty aroma, his cock twitching as he fucked it back and forth up her anus. Anna's fingers were working like lightning and she felt the throes of her orgasm in crescendo's that built and rolled through her. 'Yes, yes, yes,' Anna moaned, 'I cum, I cum, I cum!' John Shepherd was cumming too, sending pearly strings of spunk into the fern at his feet, arching his back and thrusting his hips in pleasure. Alan was licking Anna's knickers out, savouring the blissful taste of her cunt-juice blended with his spunk and the salty taste of urine. His cock jerked and he spunked into her until his semen was spent. John watched for a while as they uncoupled, his limp cock still hanging from his flies. He watched as Anna put her knickers back on and they gathered up the film equipment. 'Well, well, wait until I tells Mavis what was going on today,' he muttered to himself, 'she'll want a good shagging!' He zipped himself up, picked up his gun silently and stole away, back into the dense undergrowth. Knicker Teen: Anna's Debut Anna's Debut Anna was the happiest she had been for months. She left Phone-Store proudly carrying her own state of the art mobile phone. She had chosen one with a camera and video facilities similar to the one Alan had. She decided to take it home immediately where she would charge the battery while she was out finishing her shopping. This is good life, she thought, everything changing and happening so fast. Her heart fluttered as she remembered the events of the past few days. She somehow felt a freedom that she couldn't explain, as though some part of her were left behind and a new, exciting self was beginning to emerge. At first she had felt a little shocked at what had happened - agreeing to take part in a porn film and particularly having sex with Alan and Jenny at the offices of Dream Machine Productions. She hadn't done anything like that before, in fact she hadn't much of a sexual history let alone a threesome involving a lesbian. She felt a tingling between her legs as she remembered. She had really liked the taste of Jenny's pussy and wanted the taste again. She felt chills running down her spine as she opened to the thought that she was bisexual. The thoughts, she noticed, were making her wet. She again pictured in her mind Jenny's soaked wide open cunt as she lapped at the milky secretions. She was very wet and horny when she got back to her room. She switched on her portable radio, tuning in to a pop station. She sat on her bed and tore open the package. She quickly thumbed through the instruction manual and inserted the sim card into the phone and checked carefully that she put the battery the right way round. She literally jumped for joy as she saw the battery icon flash into life. 'Good, I take knicker picture later and text them to Alan.' She said aloud to the room. 'Get his cock excited.' She parted her legs and put her hand up her skirt, easing her knickers aside with her fingers. She could feel her wetness in the damp gusset. Alan would like that, she thought, slipping a finger between the folds of her labia and pushing it inside knuckle deep. She pulled it out and inspected it, delighting at the sticky white juices. 'I spread it in my knicker,' she thought as she smeared it into the fabric, and then, tugging her knickers further aside fingered herself again, this time licking the love-cream from her fingers. 'M,mm,' she sighed. She traced her fingers around her clit as it started to swell. She drew back her prepuce and softly rubbed the exposed love-button with a sharp intake of breath. Her legs jumped with the sensation of electric shock that spread between her legs. Her nipples were now hard, erect, and tingling. She wanted something inside her, a cock would be lovely but she was alone. She thought of calling Alan and suggesting he come and fuck her but she hesitated, feeling slightly shy, and anyway the batteries on her new phone required a minimum of four hours. No, she would send a text later with a photo, knicker and pussy she thought. She opened her purse, more money than she had ever had. 'I go to sex shop, buy things for my cunt, dildo and things to make me cum.' she whispered to the room. She went down the stairs from her room to the kitchen. There was a fancy bottle of olive oil that someone had brought from Italy or Greece with a twisty bulbous neck. It had remained unopened and that, she thought, she would use to fuck herself with now. She washed it carefully and thoroughly, stopping to rub her fanny through her skirt and knickers in anticipation. Back in her room she unfastened her skirt and took her knickers off. She noticed the milky stains in the gusset. She placed the bottle on the floor and fingered herself before squatting over it, pulling her cunt lips aside and lowering herself, easing the neck of the bottle inside her love-tunnel. She felt the bottle-neck filling her up as she squatted lower and lower, it felt fantastic! Anna noticed her cunt-creamed knickers which were lying exposed on the arm of the sofa. She wanted to cum and so she went to work on her clitoris with her slender fingers as she squirmed on the bottle of olive oil. As she fingered herself she relived the taste of Jenny's soaking vagina, the thought of which had her squatting so deeply on the bottle that its shoulders were the only barrier to taking it deeper. Anna felt so close to her orgasm now, 'Ooh, yes, I like,' she murmured, 'I want fuck, I want cock. M,mm, yes I want pussy, oh yes, yes I want it.! Two hours later Anna was inspecting the wares of Summer Pink, a sex shop in Soho. The bottle had been good but she was aware of the danger involved and she had resolved to play carefully so she was surprised to see the glass dildo's on display along with the plastic, rubber and silicone. There was one shaped like a cock with a dagger handle which she thought rather expensive at seventy five pounds but it was irresistible, she couldn't wait to get it home and up her cunt. She also bought a 'rabbit' along with two soft silicone probes, one small and one a realistic cock size. Her final purchase was a long thick double-ended dildo and a set of anal beads. Even though a short while ago she had ridden the bottle, she felt her nipples tingle and she was so aware of the juices seeping into her knickers. 'Have fun,' said the assistant as she placed the toys into a plastic bag. 'And this is a free gift,' she added with a smile, placing a bottle of lubricant on the counter, 'you'll need that!' Anna ran up the stairs to her room two steps at a time. The phone should be ready she thought, and she couldn't wait to play with it and her new toys. It was difficult to decide what to do first such was Anna's excitement, the phone or the toys. She emptied the contents of the bag onto her bed. She grabbed the smallest of the dildo's, reached under her skirt and pulled the wet crotch of her knickers to one side and eased the dildo inside her soaking cunt, and then she readjusted her knickers to keep it in place. 'Oh yes nice.' She said to herself as she rubbed her mons through her knickers. The battery icon on the phone displayed that it was fully charged. She sat on the bed with the phone and instruction book, the rubber cock tight and deep in her fanny. She flipped through the pages and turned on the phone. It made her jump when a welcome-to-the-network text arrived. She looked at the how to text pages and when she felt familiar with what to do she turned her attention to the camera instructions. For a few moments she felt dismayed that it might be too complicated. 'Menu not so easy.' She said to herself. Soon she discovered that the screen would swivel so that she could look at the image she would capture. 'Ah, yes!' she cried, 'Now just need to turn on camera.' It took another ten exasperating minutes of pressing buttons before the screen came alive, the lens was directed at the bed and Anna found herself looking at an image of the sex-toys strewn on 'Yes! I photo the toys!' She exclaimed. Looking once more at the instructions, Anna pressed the illustrated button and was delighted with the instant flash and way the dildo's were now a frozen image on the screen. 'Now I photo my knicker.' She lifted her skirt and lay back spreading her legs. Angling the camera and adjusting the screen Anna took the first picture of her knickers, the base of the dildo forming a lump in the crotch. Next she pulled her knickers aside and photographed her gaping wet fanny with her glistening labia sucking on the dildo. She was feeling so hot and so full of lust that she couldn't prevent herself from pulling back her prepuce and fingering her engorged clit. She let out a deep sigh of pleasure. She put the phone down and took hold of the dildo and slowly began to pump it back and forth giving herself a slow fuck. She stopped and withdrew it and held it up to inspect it. It was covered in her thick milky cream. Hungrily, she sucked it into her mouth tasting the ambrosia of her own sex juice and remembering again how sweet Jenny's vagina had tasted. She reached out and picked up the larger, cock sized toy. This time she just pushed her knickers down so they were tightly stretched between her thighs and rested the dildo on the taught gusset. She took three or four more photos, knickers up, knickers down, knickers pulled over, dildo in and dildo out. Her cunt was throbbing, and her heart beat had quickened, her nipples hard like bullets straining against the fabric of her sweater. She didn't want to cum yet, she wanted a climax after she had sent some of the pictures to Alan, hoping that the photographs would prompt him to take his cock out and play with it. After another ten minutes Anna had it figured out, how to text and attach picture files. She was delighted to find that the camera had a ten second timer. She would do more pictures of fucking herself with the toys later, hands free! She installed Alan and Jenny's numbers into the memory. Then she composed a short text; Hi, I'm showing my knicker – and am doing my pussy with toys! I am having cum soon. She selected send and felt a further thrill at the thought of her dirty picture flying through the air. She composed another brief text; Knicker to the side with dildo in cunt. She pressed send again and felt her clitoris throbbing, it was intoxicating. A few moments later the phone rang, it was Alan. 'Fantastic pictures Anna!' 'Alan! Good, you like it?' 'Very much, I can use it in the film, have you done anymore?' 'Yes, I got toys to play with my pussy.' 'Lovely Anna, when we've finished talking send me some more.' 'Is your cock excited?' She laughed. 'I've got my cock in my hand Anna, looking at your knickers and your pussy.' 'I bought special toy, glass cock with dagger handle, like little sword.' Anna heard Alan's sharp intake of breath. 'You like that?' She asked. 'Fuck yes, I like it – fuck yourself with it now.' 'Wait, I put it in, it is still in wrapping.' She heard his laughter. Anna tore at the box, breaking the plastic cover. She grasped the handle and pulled it free, it felt weighty in her grip. The glass was smooth and luminescent; the cock-head looked so inviting, thick and bulbous, shining in the afternoon sun. She pulled the rubber cock out of her cunt and threw it on the bed and picked up the phone. 'I got it, I put it in now.' 'Yes baby, get that thing up your pussy.' Anna introduced the tip of the dildo to her vagina, but she felt resistance of the glass sticking to her long, thick labia. 'Please wait Alan; I must use lubricant for my pussy.' 'Oh fuck Anna, just do it! Get that glass in your cunt!' 'Are you playing with your cock?' 'Oh yeah, Anna, I'm wanking it!' 'I wish you were here for me so I am having suck your cock.' 'Oh, fucking Jesus, Anna!' 'You make spunky?' 'Oh fuck!' 'Send me spunky picture please.' 'Oh Anna, fuck, you are such a fucking turn on!' 'I like it.' 'Please Anna, get that dildo in!' 'Does that cock feel like my clit? All ready for firework?' Alan was beside himself, Anna was doing the best phone sex ever. He had started out wanking slowly but now he was pumping his dick furiously, edging his way inevitably to a fairly quick climax and he knew that for all his experience he couldn't hold off. 'What are you doing?' He breathed into the phone. 'I am on bed, knicker down, squatting on dildo.' 'Oh fuck!' 'I am having fingering my clit.' 'Oh, for fuck's sake!' 'My knickers very dirty.' Anna cradled the phone between shoulder and ear and reached down, both hands free, and squatted lower, taking the last five inches of the glass cock all the way to the hilt. 'It is now all inside, I play with my clit,' she whispered. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum!' Alan breathed hoarsely into his phone 'Me too, soon.' Said Anna, pinching and pulling on her clit. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck yes!' She heard Alan cry. Alan's leg muscles stiffened as he arched his pelvis out of the chair and a string of spunk flew high into the air. 'I'm cumming Anna, I'm cumming!' 'Yes, spunky! Do spunky for me, make spunky picture now.' Anna bounced up and down on the glass shaft, riding it for all her worth. Alan blew another pearly string of cum, this time over his right trouser-leg. 'I want it suck my clit Alan – I want it finger and fuck my cunt please, I want it lick Jenny's pussy!' Alan spunked again and he felt so fucking hot. He lay back in his chair and relaxed into bliss. This girl blew all the rest away. Anna now collapsed onto her back, gripping the handle of the glass tool and fucking herself hard. She played with her clit with her free left hand, doing it this way and that, pinching it, rubbing it gently with just one finger, circling it with two. At one point she tried to get a couple of fingers in her cunt but the thickness of the glass rod prevented her. She settled for ramming a finger up her anus, juiced up with the lube and her own fanny cream. She continued to finger herself this way, the glass in her cunt and her finger up her arse. She let go of the handle of the dildo and worked herself into heaven, cunt full, anus fingered, along with the sensational way she was massaging her clitoris. Alan, having composed himself, heard Anna's muffled moans of sexual ecstacy. 'Oooh, fuck, yes, I need cock. Yes please God give me cock – Oh, oh, oh, yes please, oh yes, suck my clitty – Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh, ah haaaa, ahaaaaa, Ohhhhh, unh hu, Aaaaaaah, yes Ahhhhhhhhhh!. Now she was screaming, 'Fuck me, yes fuck me, yes fuck me, yes, yes, yes, yes, oh baby, fucking yes, Ahwow, ahwow, ahwow, uugh, Ugggggggggggggh! Anna drove the glass dildo deep inside and collapsed back, sated in pleasure. To be continued... Knicker Teen 'Oh, fuck,' she murmured. 'Oh sweet fuck!' What she felt through the cotton was a pronounced mons and a very thick and fleshy vulva. She traced her fingers over the gusset and then squeezed gently when she discerned the extended puffy labia. Alan picked up a small digital video camera and set the controls. 'Finger her Jen and suck her tits, I want to get it on film.' Jenny began to unbutton Anna's shirt. 'Pull my knicker down a bit or take to one side.' Mouthed Anna through heart stopping kisses as she herself tore frantically at the buttons on her shirt. When she was out shopping she had decided to give her all to this moment and an experience she had only dreamed of as she masturbated in her bed late at night when her sister was asleep. Her pert tits came free and Jenny delighted in the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Anna had nipples like pastilles and they were hard and erect. Tracing her fingers down, Jenny deftly hooked a finger under the pantie elastic and pulled Anna's knickers to one side. For Alan it was something like being hit by a train. In twelve years of making porno he hadn't seen a vagina quite like it. It was a sculpture, it was definitely art and now Jenny was opening it up. Anna had long angel wings but whilst having a faux gossamer appearance, Alan could see that the labia were really rather thick and swollen and that they glistened with excretion. 'Wow that is so fucking hot!' Alan exclaimed, zooming in on Anna's pussy. Jenny's fingers were glistening with Anna's excretions as she slowly, gently eased one and then two fingers inside. Anna took a sharp intake of breath and spread her legs wide and threw back her head in ecstasy. Jenny was now sucking on a nipple, rolling it around in her mouth with sensuous flicks of her tongue. 'Fantastic!' Enthused Alan, 'That's great, keep sucking her tits and working her cunt.' Jenny needed no second bidding. Anna moaned as her fingers probed deeper and said something that Jenny couldn't understand and then she started slow pelvic movements, grinding her cunt on Jenny's hand. 'Oh, yeah,' Said Alan approvingly. 'Oh my sweet fuck yeah!' His cock was rigid and he desperately wanted to join in or wank himself off. 'Take your fingers out Jen and spread her wings.' Jenny's fingers were smeared with thick dollops of Anna's love-cream which she held up for Alan to film before licking them clean. 'M, mm, she tastes so good; her knickers are full of the stuff.' Said Jenny in a husky voice. 'Nice, take them off her and hold them up for me.' Jenny hadn't exaggerated, the panty gusset was smeared thickly with what reminded Alan of west-country clotted cream. 'Uh-oh! My treat!' Alan demanded as Jenny was about to lick her knickers out. 'Hand them over, I'll do that when Anna sucks me off.' He chuckled. 'Ok Jen, stretch her labia and open her wide for the camera.' Anna thrust her buttocks to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs as wide as she could. Gently Jenny gripped her cunny lips and stretched them apart. They extended a good three or four inches as she held them open. 'Anna, reach down and pull back your clit-hood for me honey.' Said Alan. Anna did as she was asked; placing her fingers on her neatly trimmed pubic bone and then with one finger she drew back her prepuce. 'Oh, that's beautiful,' Jenny gasped as Anna revealed an erect clitoris the size of a large pea. 'Lick it Jenny, lick it and suck on it.' Said Alan, thrilling to what he was seeing. As Jenny positioned herself she felt Anna's free hand fumbling for her breasts. Anna felt stabs of electricity shoot through her clit as Jenny's tongue circled it. Anna writhed in ecstasy and now Jenny was sucking her engorged clit into her mouth. Her moans grew stronger with each varying touch of lips and tongue. Lust wracked through her body and what she now wanted was Alan's cock. Jenny gasped in sheer pleasure as she ate Anna's cunt, the cream flowing thick and fast and she lapped it up greedily. She reached down under her skirt and rubbed her vagina through her knickers before slipping a finger under the elastic and pushing it deep into her own wetness. Anna was bucking against Jenny's mouth, moaning and babbling in Czech. Jenny increased the pressure on Anna's clitoris with her tongue, stabbing and licking and circling then sucking it hard into her mouth. Anna had reached plateau, she knew she was going to come now, any second. 'Yes, now! Put something inside me please – Alan, put your cock into me please so I can – Oh, oh fucking help me!' Jenny sucked hard on the delicious clit and rammed three fingers into Anna's gaping wetness, pumping them back and forth. Anna's orgasm ran through her like a storm as Jenny now rolled her clit between finger and thumb and pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy. 'Oh, yes! Oh fuck yes, beautiful, Oh, fuck me please.' For a few moments her body went quite rigid and then exhausted, she slumped back onto the sofa. Alan had captured everything finishing with the flushed and serene expression on Anna's face as she lay back with her eyes closed. 'Ok, let's take a break and have a drink.' Beamed Alan, 'I could use one after that, and we certainly all deserve it.' 'Yeah,' said Jenny, 'I could also use an orgasm right now too!' 'Me too but I want to film it, I'll set the tripod up and you can do some hand held, I've already got some terrific stuff. We'll use some of this for the extra scenes in the DVD.' Anna slowly sat up her blouse open and her skirt up around her waist and her hair dishevelled. She looked down at her spread legs and then at Jenny and Alan. 'I look like such slut.' She said with a grin. 'Are you OK,' asked Jenny handing her her drink. Anna nodded and smiled. 'I am fine,' and then to Alan 'Am I ok for film?' 'You are just wonderful Anna, it's going to be great.' 'I am happy that you like it because I decide today to try to be porn star – I gave up my job.' She picked her bag up from the floor and rummaged for her cigarettes. 'You suck my clit lovely.' She smiled at Jenny. 'You have a lovely clit to suck.' Jenny said, returning her smile. 'Did you each come yet, I am so busy having my come I didn't notice.' Anna said, exhaling a plume of cigarette smoke. 'We'll do a little more filming and this time we'll all come. Do you like men to come in your mouth?' He asked. Anna shrugged her shoulders. 'Because Jenny is going to fuck you with a strap on dildo while you suck my cock.' Jenny undressed while Alan set up the camera and placed another on the coffee table. He noticed thick milky juices seeping from Anna's pussy. He switched on the camera on the tripod and handed the spare to Jenny who was now wearing only a pair of black knickers. 'Lay back and open your legs while I finger you.' Anna lay back, the cream now dripping from her cunt. 'Film this.' He said to Jenny, I'm going to smear my cock with her cunt-cream and she'll lick it off my dick.' He quickly stripped and put two fingers inside her gaping fanny and scooped out a generous amount of the creamy fluid, smearing it over his now swollen glans. He knelt beside Anna on the sofa. 'Suck it honey, suck your juices off my cock.' Jenny filmed Anna as she sat up and took Alan's glistening cock into her mouth. She sucked him slowly and then licked all around the head. 'You put more of my pussy juice.' She said, eyes shining up at him. Alan fingered her again and smeared more love-cream onto his dick. 'Lovely, let me suck it off.' This time she opened up her throat and took him deeper inside her mouth reaching up to caress his balls. 'Jenny, get me her knickers.' Said Alan, luxuriating in Anna's oral ministrations. 'And get into the strap-on.' He pulled his cock from Anna's mouth and instructed her to kneel on the sofa on all fours. 'While she's doing that I'm gonna put my cock in you – get it really coated with your juices baby.' He walked around the sofa and approached Anna from behind. 'OK, head on the cushions and reach round and open up your cunt for me.' Anna did as she was told and Alan slid his cock in deeply. 'Oh! Yes please.' Said Anna, as she felt his meat filling her up. Jenny was now wearing the strap-on dildo. She watched as Alan slow fucked Anna, burying his cock inside her. He pulled it out and motioned for Jenny to take his place, taking Anna's knickers from her. He moved back around Anna who went back on hands and knees to suck him off. 'Now, Jenny!' He commanded and as he pushed his dick into Anna's face. Jenny thrust at the same time, Anna's love-cream affording ease of entry as the dildo slid home. 'Wank me Anna, wank me while you suck me.' He now looked at the feast that was the gusset of Anna's knickers. Jenny gripped Anna's waist and set up a steady fucking rhythm. Anna looked up at Alan and said. 'Ah, you like my filthy knicker?' Alan brought the gusset to his nose and sniffed, the heady aroma filled his senses as he felt Anna's tongue sliding down his shaft. She squeezed his balls gently and then sucked one into her mouth. Keeping up her rhythm Jenny reached between Anna's legs and fingered her clitoris, again rolling it between finger and thumb. 'Yes, yes, baby, do my clitty nice,' gasped Anna, thrusting back on the pounding dildo. Alan stretched the knicker gusset and scraped out Anna's cunt-cream with his teeth, spreading it over his tongue. So bitter sweet. 'Anna just suck me, I'm gonna come soon, I want to blow my wad while I clean up your panties' 'Me too,' breathed Jenny, who was now fingering her own clit furiously while maintaining attention to Anna's clit and keeping up a quick pelvic motion. Anna grabbed Alan's cock and wanking it, slipped it back into her mouth. Alan dropped the knickers and grabbed Anna's hair roughly pulling back her head. 'Open your mouth.' He demanded. His cock twitched and his balls tightened in their sack. Jenny, her clit on fire felt her orgasm begin. 'Oh yeah, that's good, so fucking good.' She moaned. 'Oh I come, I come!' Screamed Anna, trying to get Alan's cock back in her mouth. Alan was wanking himself now. 'Oh fuck yeah!' He moaned. His cock jerked and the first load sprayed Anna's face. Anna stuck her tongue out to catch the spunk dripping from her top lip. Alan felt his cock spasm again and he aimed a string of come perfectly into her mouth. She was trying to swallow as he fired one more copious load that covered her face and dripped in pearly strings onto her heaving breasts...