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Photo Finish

By: kronan



Caution: this story contains violence and non-consensual sex acts. Please do not continue if you think that this would be offensive.

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It was nearing Christmas. The cold Chicago air kept people moving fast. This was one of the busiest times of the year for the photo studio, there were pictures with Santa and family portraits that had to be done for customers to give as presents. Everyone was stressing out. This was a family run business. The owners were husband and wife, and they were in their 60's. Their three children were involved in the business. The son Tom headed the photographers, 33, who had two others work with him in the studio. 

There were the downstairs crew, six total, run by their older daughter, Jenny, who was 35, 5-6" 130 lbs with long bleached blond hair, and a bust size of 36D, generally considered very attractive and single and dated a lot. She was in charge of producing and packaging the product. The upstairs crew, five total, actually dealt with the customers, took the orders and handled the money. The younger daughter, Lisa, who was 31, 5-5" and a full-figured 180 lbs, ran it. She was very heavy in the chest, 42EE and thick in the body, her legs were actually somewhat trim. She had natural dark blonde hair that was short, cut to accent her cute face. She was considered pleasant to deal with, dated occasionally and also single. To look at these women together, you would never know that they were related. Jenny was loud, energetic but kept behind the scenes, in the basement while Lisa was reserved, quiet and always put the customer first.

This year there were an above average amount of errors in delivering the orders. Jenny was constantly blaming the upstairs crew, while the truth be known, the downstairs crew were actually at fault; This did not soothe the wrath that the customers laid down on Lisa and her crew, who had to bend over backwards to keep them happy. They were catching it from both ends. 

The owners sensing a problem with their workers, decided that on the last day of work before Christmas shut down they would have an after hours holiday dinner at the studio. There was quite a lot of tension between the two floors and this might smooth over some of the problems, and let everyone relax a bit.

The caterer began to set up the dinner spread at 4:30. The last customer left at 5:15 but by 6:00 all of the workers hastily ate, and dispersed early giving excuses of last minute shopping, tree trimming and any other handy holiday catch phrase. Some hadn't even eaten. Everyone just wanted to get away from each other. That left the family alone in the building, with quite a bit of food and drink left. The caterer wasn't coming back to pick up the spread until 8:00. The owners/parents seeing their failure, asked their children to stay and wait while they left. They were aware of Jenny's failures with the basement crew and didn't know how to handle her. Tom was never one for clean up and left shortly after them.

Jenny and Lisa were the only ones left. Jenny decided that her time was too valuable to stay. She directed Lisa to wait around saying "Since you and your people seemed to screw everything up this year, you stay and wait, I am going to Jim's party early, that is the least that you could do to make me feel better about this season."

Lisa couldn't believe what she was hearing, clearly she had enough of the loud- mouthed bitch. "Just a minute Miss Perfect! You and your clan in the basement are at fault for most of the trouble," Yelled Lisa as she enumerated her mistakes. This was totally uncharacteristic of her, but this was the straw to break the camel's back. 

Jenny was taken aback at this outburst. "Just who do you think that you are talking to? Don't you ever speak to me like that again!" She then walked over and slapped the younger sister in the face, turned and walked away towards her coat and the rear exit.

Lisa more reacting than thinking turned around and pushed Jenny hard from behind, causing her to fall forward on he hands and knees, then said " That's it, I am not taking any more of your shit! For years you antagonized me, for years you blame me for your screw-ups. I am done with that. You stay here and wait, Jim, or whoever is your latest lay, isn't expecting you until 9, I just need to get away from you." And she stood there waiting for Jenny's response, hands on hips.

Jenny had never seen her sister act this way. "Damn her, I'll show her a thing or two about respect" Jenny thought. She stood up kicked off her spike heeled shoes and said "Fuck you tubby!, I will teach you to push me." And with that she charged the bigger woman. Lisa, realizing now that the disagreement was going to a different level than any before, kicked her shoes off to meet the charge. Lisa was wearing a below knee length red skirt and a red and green turtle neck sweater with white pantyhose. She was the picture of Christmas colors. Jenny, was dressed more to seduce, and tonight it was Jim her latest boyfriend. She was wearing a short black skirt that landed mid thigh, a black see-through blouse with a gold and black vest covering her lacy black bra along with black thigh highs. She had her mid back length blonde hair done up the night before, and it was now piled high on her head in a series of large curls.

As they met Jenny quickly shot her left hand to the larger woman's stomach, and as Lisa went to cover herself there, Jenny followed that with a right hook to her jaw. Jenny by far was the quicker of the two and was experienced in fighting, she dusted a few bitches in her life while night clubbing. 

Lisa's head snapped backwards, leading the way for her body, which was falling backwards, and she hit one of the food tables with a tremendous crash. It was the salad table, which buckled under the sudden overload. Lisa was now lying on top of the tossed salad, with the dressing now flowing out onto the floor and away from her and narrowly missing a bowl of Jell-O that slid off the broken table and to the side. The table was broken in two as she hit it dead center. Lisa lay there stunned. Jenny walked up to her looked down at her and screamed " Get up, come on, I'll knock you into tomorrow......don't ever touch me again." Lisa just lay there trying to figure out what to do next. 

Just then the employee entrance door opened and in walked Sarah, one of the upstairs co-workers of the now sprawled Lisa. Sarah screamed and ran over to the site saying "What Happened!" Sarah was about 5-2 and a trim 105 lbs. She was about a 32A cup and was very athletic, She played several high school sports, and was still active in soccer and softball on club teams in the City. She wore her brunette hair very short, almost buzz cut on the sides, and a little longer on top. She was dressed in a fashionable gray pants suit with a red blouse. She was cute, 22 years old and engaged. Jenny warned " Stay out of this, after all you are partly at fault because you idiots upstairs can't keep anything straight, I am putting the lovely Lisa in her place." And with that Jenny reached over to the appetizer table, undisturbed by the collision, and grabbed the vegetable tray and turned it over and dumped it on Lisa. Jenny laughed and said "Tubby, eat your way out of that, between the salad and veggies you might just lose some weight and look a little better and maybe do a better job. You wait for the caterer to come back." And with that she turned to leave. Lisa was shocked and more upset by the fact that the thinner Jenny was making fun of her weight again rather than the physical confrontation.

However, Jenny, in her stocking feet, stepped into some of the creamy Italian dressing that spilled out behind her, as she turned to leave. She slipped and fell backward hitting her head hard on the tiled floor, knocking her senseless. Sarah went over to aid Lisa first, not caring that the blond vixen was actually knocked out. "Lisa, are you all right? What caused all of this, I just came back to get my purse and ........." Sarah

Lisa sat up cutting off her assistant, saying "Nothing, this is just years of rage building between me and Miss Pretty over there. She hit me, I pushed her, next thing I know I am awash in greens." Sarah helped Lisa up and was brushing off some of the salad that stuck to her back, as Lisa stumbled away from the now fallen rival. Jenny was starting to open her eyes and began swearing "Shit.....what happened? Sarah you cunt, what did you do to me? I'll rip both of you apart, I'll teach the both of you a lesson." Jenny was rolling over trying to gather her senses and get up. There was minimal damage to her hair and outfit. Sarah pulled Lisa further away and advised her, "Hey, I will help you clean up and wait for the caterer, but get rid of your sister before It gets out of hand. I didn't touch her, she fell on her own, she sounds like she'll kill me ."

At that point a groggy Jenny stood up and lunged for Sarah, grabbing her and falling with her toward the main course table. They landed together on the floor beneath the table. Being smaller and quicker, Sarah, quickly rolled over, stood up and said " Hey I didn't touch you, you slipped on the mess that you caused. Why don't you just get up and leave?" Jenny shot back "Fuck You.........I said that I am going to teach you a lesson and I will" with that Jenny rolled onto her hands and knees again trying to get up. Just then Lisa reached over and grabbed the Spaghetti tray and dumped it on top of her sister back. Saying " Merry Christmas slut, I will be doing the teaching here" and with that she threw the tray on her sister's back, knocking her face first down on the floor and now ruining her smart looking outfit. 

Sarah, realizing that there was no reasoning with the maniac, grabbed the green beans and dumped it on Jenny's expensive holiday hairdo. "Here's a little green to go with the red spaghetti, Merry Christmas too" Jenny was totally shocked by this, and still being groggy from hitting her head again, just lay prone on the floor muttering obscenities, at no one in particular. Lisa now had a sneer and evil glint in her eyes that Sarah had never seen before. Lisa said "That's it! I am going to mess you up bitch, you just went over the line when you called me tubby again, just like you did when we were growing up, always picking on me, well the train stops at this station now." She reached down and grabbed Jenny's legs pulled her away from the table and rolled her over, standing over the prone woman she pulled up her skirt, she knelt down pinning Jenny's arms under her legs, reached out and grabbed some of the spaghetti from the floor and gave Jenny a complete, two hand face washing. Jenny was half hearted struggling and gasping for breathe. Then Lisa sat back on Jenny's stomach and began bronco busting her abdomen, by raising and lowering her ample rear end into Jenny's stomach. Being a lot heavier she was knocking the wind out Jenny. After about six of these, Lisa stood up and looked down on the powerless, gasping foe and said "You look real sexy now, I am sure that John wouldn't take his eyes off you all evening"

Lisa called over to Sarah sarcastically, "Help me primp her up a little, Sarah, John can now see her in a new light this way." With that she reached down and grabbed Jenny's short skirt and pulled, yanking it from side to side until it gave way and ended up in ripped in her hands, Lisa wiped her hands in it and threw it to the side. Sarah reached down, into the mass of food and pulled open the vest, popping the buttons, revealing the clean see-through chest area of the blouse. They were both amazed that none of the food had penetrated the area. Lisa looked around for more food to humiliate her sister with. Sarah stood back and said " Hey if we are going to do this right, I might get a little dirty myself. There is an awful lot of food left, and we should try it on Jenny, don't you think? This could be fun. I am going to slip out of my suit so it doesn't get wrecked while I help you Lisa, You might want to do the same."

Lisa looked down at her sweater, which narrowly escaped ruination, and saw that there was minimal damage to her skirt. She agreed. They both went into the office in the next room and began to strip. Lisa quickly loosened her skirt, stepped out of it. Her white pantyhose were quite stained with spaghetti and probably a complete loss, so she left them on. She then pulled her sweater off revealing her huge 44EE breasts constrained by a huge red bra. Sarah was slipping out of her suit and came to a halt when she looked at the massive chest, she knew that Lisa was top heavy, but these defied description. They were the largest that she had ever seen, and she had seen a lot of naked women in locker rooms throughout the years. After all Sarah only had a 32A breasts, on her slim tomboy torso. 

She was in complete awe of her boss. Lisa not used to anyone seeing her undressed called over, "Hurry up before the bitch recovers and we have a war on our hands." Sarah snapped out of it and quickly peeled off her slacks, short coat and then shed her blouse. This left her in only black panty hose as she almost never wore a bra. She didn't need to and she was proud of her small, firm breasts, they fit her body fine and she refused to wear any fake push me ups. Sarah decided to keep her panty hose on because she didn't want to be totally nude in front of her boss and show the fact that she had a very hairy bush, she kept it that way so no one could consider her to be a younger girl because she was so flat chested. 

Now it was Lisa's turn to stare. She was surprised at the instant nakedness of her friend and how at ease that she looked being that way. Lisa could not remember ever being that small on top and felt a twang of pity. If only she could give her about six inches of her bust, they would both benefit. She decided, being caught up in the moment, and not wanting to be bested by the younger co-worker, muttered "Oh hell I would hate to ruin the bra" and popped the clasps of her bra and joined Sarah in wearing only panty hose. Lisa was always somewhat ashamed of her oversized breasts. She would always shy away from being seen nude, even in a locker room. Lisa always felt that they were like something out of a National Geographic tribal woman. 

Jenny was still on the floor coughing and now in the fetal position, clutching her mid section. The almost nude pair of co-workers approached, one on each side, reached down and yanked on the vest, ripping it off with ease. They attacked the lightweight blouse and virtually shredded it, leaving only the sleeves in tact. This left Jenny clad only in her black lacy push up bra, thigh highs and a pair of bikini briefs. Lisa said "Sarah, she is pretty clean, under her clothes, we better change that, don't you think?"

Sarah, now more relaxed, went over to the dessert table, grabbed the cheese cake, which was virtually untouched, and brought it over and took several slices that were pre-cut and rubbed into Jenny's chest and stomach. The pert 36D's reacted by the nipples stiffening and protruding through the mess and lacy bra. "Hey Lisa, I think that she likes it" Sarah muttered as she went back and brought the bowl of strawberry sauce that was one of the cheesecake toppings. 

She continued "this is the perfect topping" and with that poured some of the contents over Jenny's chest. She put the bowl down, grabbed at more cake, Sarah said, "Hey Lisa look at me, I am growing my breasts a little bigger, when I grow up I want to be like you" and with that she took a slice of the cheese cake and smeared it on her own chest concentrating on making them bigger, shaping them to a cone at the very tip of each breast. She then ran her finger over the tip of her nipple and then tasted it, as a good chef would. 

"This stuff tastes real good, and it feels great on my chest, its cool and creamy. Do you want to try some Lisa?" Lisa was amazed at the sexual overtones that Sarah was projecting. She walked over to the smaller woman, staring at her chest and said laughing "No thanks I am on a diet." Sarah, also laughing, took another slice of the cake and began to smear it over Lisa's mammoth peaks, saying "I guarantee that this isn't fattening, doesn't it feel good? I think that we are doing Jenny a favor by covering her in this" Lisa had to agree that it was somehow sensual. Her nipples were really stiffening as she absorbed the unique message, and she felt faint warm drops of sexual awakening beginning to gather in of her pussy. Sarah noticing the reaction that her massaging was causing on Lisa's nipples, slowly withdrew her hand and said "Maybe you ought to finish it yourself, but don't you agree, this actually feels quite good?" Lisa countered, "It does have a unique feel about it" as she further rubbed the food on her chest only briefly, just smoothing out the globs that were left.

Meanwhile Jenny was now gathering her wits about her. She could not believe what was happening to her. She looked out from behind a face full of spaghetti, to see the pair doing the destruction, almost nude. She thought "What the fuck is happening here? They must have been closet lesbians, lovers, why are they nude? Why are they covering me and each other in food?." And with that thought, she began to gather her strength for a counter attack.

Lisa wanting to be adventurous and counter the cheesecake that was so boldly spread over her breasts, walked over and brought the bowl of Jell-O to Sarah and pulled open Sarah's panty hose waist band and poured about a third of the green gelatin into Sarah's panty hose. Sarah, mildly shocked, shrieked with delight at the cool food. Wanting to soothe the rising sexual feeling that she was experiencing, she reached down to her own crotch area and rubbed it in from the outside of the panty hose, and further heightened her pleasure. She was definitely getting horny now. Lisa just stared in amazement. It quickly started to melt and ooze through the sheer fabric. Lisa giggled saying "Now I think that we are even, and don't even think about doing that to me." Sarah had no reply, just smiled widely because she was caught up in her rising tide of sexual emotion. But she stopped rubbing it in because she glanced over and say Jenny on the floor. She realized where they were and what they were doing there. Sarah had never touched herself this way in front of another woman before, and now she was beginning to masturbate and even worse she had touched another almost nude woman on her breasts. She didn't know what was happening, but she was enjoying it.

Lisa, confused by her physical reaction and not wanting to take it any further sexually, directed their attention to their common foe and sent the smaller woman to the backside of a table. The pair returned to the main course table and were each grabbing an end of the tub of meatballs in gravy from opposite sides of the table; when Jenny sprung up, pulling the noodles from her face, strawberries and cheesecake flying off her chest, and green beans dripping from her ruined hair, charged her sister, head down into the side of her torso.

"Arrmmppph" was all that Lisa could muster as she took the hit. The tray of food spilled on the floor, causing a large mess. She spun around and landed on her knees in the mess and then slipped and fell chest first on top of the spilled meatballs. Only the oversized tits saved her face and hair from damage. Jenny then turned to Sarah saying "You little dyke bitch, you're done messing with me, I am not one of your kind." She then reached across the table for the smaller woman. Jenny grabbed her arm and pulled her across the tabletop, spilling pads of butter and rolls and a tray of chicken. Sarah crashed down hard on the floor between the meatballs and chicken and several feet away from the fallen Lisa. Jenny rolled the stunned Sarah over. Then Jenny reached over to the nearest item on another table, grabbed several hand-fulls of mashed potatoes, pulled the waistband of the panty hose and smashed them into Sarah's crotch to mix with the residue of Jell-O. Jenny then rubbed it into her pussy from the outside of the panty hose with her feet, causing an indescribable mess and lump in the crotch of the panty hose. However, this mess was a lot more abrasive and was a bit uncomfortable but again her pussy was now being agitated to a new height with the foreign substances rubbed in there. She looked into Sarah's face, and thought that she might be enjoying this just a little too much. Jenny then sat down on the smaller woman's stomach and said "How does this feel you flat chested dyke?........So you and tubby feel that you are going to get the better of me, huh? Not now " and with that Jenny proceeded to bronco bust this smaller woman much in the same way Lisa had done to her.


Photo Finish



[flash]

“Ewww… I think my eyes were closed on that one!” I complain, as I recover from the flash.

“Ok, lets try it again,” you answer.  “Ready?”

[flash]

This was just too strange.  I always take my own photos.  I’m not used to having someone else with me during pictures, and having no control over the camera was really making things feel awkward to me.

“You’re not relaxed enough…  we need to find a way to get you more into this,” you comment.

“Yeah, right,” I mutter under my breath.  “Like that’s going to happen.”

“Oh… I have my ways,” you smirk, as you walk toward me. 

Oops… I didn’t mean for you to hear that!  Now what’s going to happen, I wonder?  I watch, a bit nervously, as you approach, and shiver a little as you run your hand down my bare back.  A finger slides down between my legs and lightly strokes my inner thighs, and without conscious thought about what I’m doing, I press toward you.

“See,” you chuckle, “I told you I could get you into this.”

“Well, this is NOT relaxing me,” I complain, still pressing toward the finger that is teasing me mercilessly.

“Ok… Let’s see if you’re ready.”  You quickly walk to the camera, not giving me time to recover, and I whimper at the sudden absence of the finger I was complaining about just seconds before.

[flash]

“Oooh, that’s a good one.  I think we just need to work on your mood a little more!”   You step back over to me and replace the finger again, this time stroking a little higher.  Just when it brushes lightly over my clit, I feel a sudden twinge of pain as you simultaneously pinch my left nipple.

 “Ouch,” I squeal, not really meaning it.  You know I love that, but I can’t give you the satisfaction of verbalizing it.  The contact is gone as quickly as it appeared.

[flash]

And it returns.  I close my eyes as a mouth brushes my neck and lingers on that sensitive spot at its base.  The finger returns to my thighs, brushes lightly, and then… pinch. 

Another squeal, and then….  again nothing.  The touches are gone.  I keep my eyes closed, waiting…

[flash]

The finger returns, brushing higher up my thighs, searching its ways between the folds of skin.  It dips into my wetness, lightly flutters over my clit, and then brings a taste of myself to my lips.  I run my tongue around the fingertip, tasting the sweet liquid on it.  I suck it clean, working it with my tongue.  Suddenly you remove it again.  I lick my lips, wondering where it will appear next.

[flash]

Without warning, I feel it push into my pussy.   Five slow strokes, then five fast ones.  It’s gone again, and I moan in frustration at the sudden emptiness.

[flash]

“Ok,” you whisper softly in my ear, “I think you are into this now.   Your turn now… pinch.”

I pinch one nipple with each hand, rolling the nipples between my fingertips.  I hear someone moan lightly, and as my breathing quickens, I realize it is me.

[flash]

“Pull,” you order.

I pull.  Hard.   I pull the nipples out, away from my body.  Then I pull them together until they almost touch each other.  I press my hands into my boobs, smashing them up, into my chest, as I pull them toward each other.   

[flash]

“See how wet you’re getting?” 

I reach a finger down to check.  I moan as my finger makes contact.

“Put it in,” you continue.  “Two fingers, and count ten quick strokes.”

I insert the fingers as you asked…

[flash]

… and count quickly.  “One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten.”  I pause, unsure what comes next.

“Take them out.”

I moan in frustration as I remove my fingers.  Then I feel your tongue licking them off and your fingers replacing them.  A tongue makes its way gently up my inner thigh and flicks lightly over my clit.  It parts the skin, and presses more firmly.  Teeth graze my clit as I moan again.  Then they are gone.

[flash]

“Get on your hands and knees,” you order, “head down, butt in the air.”   I roll over.  The tongue returns, this time moving lightly over my cheeks and a finger enters me again.   

“Count.”

“One-two-three-four-five,” I gasp, as the strokes continue, almost too quickly for me to count them.  At ten, they stop again.

Smack!  My butt stings, as I jump. I whimper quietly as it continues.   Smack!  Smack!  I lose count in my mind.  I wait for the next one, but it doesn’t come.

[flash]

Smack!  I notice you are smacking slightly different places each time.  My entire ass feels warm now, and I feel the smacks approaching my pussy.  

Smack!  As your knuckles smack my clit, I whimper again.  The smacks are lighter and faster now, your knuckle making contact directly on my clit each time.  Smack!

I moan as the sensations build, then I feel you pause.

[flash]

You grasp my hair and tug up my head upward, and I feel something pressing on my face.  I open my mouth as you push to enter it.  I briefly wonder when you removed your clothing, but that’s not really something I’m in any condition to worry about for long.  

I savor your hard cock in my mouth… swirling my tongue over it… sucking… licking… tasting your excitement.  You pump it into my mouth a few more strokes, then pull it out again.  I feel empty.

[flash]

Then I feel you behind me, pressing again.

“Count,” you order, as you enter me in one hard stroke.

“One.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Five.”   I continue to count, as you pump long, slow, deep strokes into me.  You pull out, and I moan in frustration.

[flash]

I feel you enter me again, and your strokes increase in speed.  I push back against each stroke as you pound into me.  I feel your fingers twined in my hair.  

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” you groan.  A few more strokes, and you pull out again.

The pause is longer this time, so I glance over and watch you stroke yourself as you reset the camera.  I see the timer light go on, and then you move behind me and plunge back into my waiting pussy, pounding me as fast as you can.

You moan again as your body begins to tremble, and hearing you pushes me over the edge.  As my body shudders with my orgasm, you pull out one last time.  I feel the first shot of your hot cum land on my lower back and drip down over my pussy.

[flash]



Photo Finish



I've been a professional photographer and owner my own studio for just over ten years. In order to attract new business, I began what is called "Boudoir photography". For those of you who aren't aware of what that would involve, it usually consists of a curious woman who wants to take revealing portraits for herself or a significant other. I wasn't aware of how many people in my area would be interested in these types of photographs. During the sessions, I had a few customers ask if I did videos as well. Initially, the answer was no. However, after numerous requests, I expanded my craft to include "Boudoir videos". I found that most people wanted that kind of work done within their homes. Therefore, I had to expand with the times and take my work on the road. 

I received a request for boudoir photographs from Ms. Sandra H. She's an outgoing young woman who works as a store manager in the local Super Store. Upon arriving at her home, which she shares with Mark, her fiancée, I received a warm greeting. She insisted that I call her Sandy. Sandy and I sat in her airy kitchen where she prepared some coffee and began explaining that the photographs were an anniversary gift. Sandy had specific ideas and poses. She thought she should run them past me before we started. Her ideas were a little unusual and definitely fell within the realm of the erotic. However, I agreed and she escorted me into the bedroom so that I could set up my equipment. 

Sandy entered the room wearing a robe and carrying adult toys. She arranged the bed and I discretely arranged the lighting equipment along with the equipment the crotch of my pants. I suggested a few practice shots with her robe on to give us both a chance to get comfortable with the setting. Even before she removed her robe, I could see that she was more endowed than I had suspected. After approximately twenty minutes, we took a break and chatted. That's when Sandy openly revealed that she wanted some of the photos to appear as if she were having intercourse with another man. Sandy confided in me that it was her fiancée's fantasy to see her having sex with another man. She didn't mind his fantasy because she secretly desired it as well. Only her profession and personality didn't afford her the opportunity to act on that fantasy. She related that she trusted me through my reputation and had thus far been very satisfied with my level of service.  

After our brief respite, we returned to the makeshift photo studio and began the actual session. Gradually, Sandy opened her robe revealing her smooth, milky skin. She was shy at first but warmed up to me and the camera like a pro. After several teasing poses were completed, the poses became more graphic. Nipples and pubic hair became prevalent with each feminine pose. Hand placement became critical and most arousing. I knew she saw the erection I was sporting in my loose fitting trousers but I maintained a professional demeanor. After a sufficient selection of shots had been taken, Sandy broke out an ethnic dildo. The dildo was as dark as I but put me to shame in length and girth. 

Sandy appeared uncomfortable as she explained, "In my fantasies, I am being penetrated by my, Mandingo". She blushed as she felt the need to apologize again and again. 

I just replied with, "Sandy, it was toys like that one that kept me in demand during my college years." 

My humorous response brought a smile to her face and visible relaxation to her voluptuous body. It had been determined that my shots would not reveal that the adult toy was just a prop. The photos would have to show her face and appear as though a man, a "Black man" was pleasuring her. 

The shots included oral, which were not a problem. The rear entry shots were a little trickier. I must admit that some of my repositioning of the prop while it was protruding from her orifice may have been unnecessary. But, I think we both enjoyed the hell out of it. Our final poses consisted of her lying on her back and fully inserting the prop into her now obviously juicy pussy. I did the best I could to achieve the objective but from the sensuous, pre-occupied look on her face, I didn't think it mattered. 

We collected ourselves and proceeded into the living room where I arranged for a viewing of our digital endeavor. Sandy sat on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee, wearing only her robe and crossed her legs. The view of her leg through her partially open robe was breathtaking. I had suddenly become a "leg man". I stood next to the screen as an instructor to a captivated classroom of students. As each photo appeared on the large plasma screen, one more erotic than the next, I could tell she was pleased with what she was viewing. The look on her face and the way she re-crossed her legs indicated something was amiss in her nether region. We discussed a possible future project involving video as she prepared a check. Sandy expected that Mark would love the photos and acquiesce to her request for a video. We exchanged eye contact and mischievous smirks as I departed the residence.

A week later, Sandy contacted me relating that Mark had indeed loved the photos. According to Sandy, the only problem Mark would've had with the session was if in fact someone was having sex with her, he wanted to have been there. It seemed to me that Sandy expressed that statement with a hint of glee in her voice. Sandy also related that Mark had agreed to participate in her proposed video project. Sandy and I then scheduled an appointment that Mark could attend. I agreed to meet with them at their residence so that we could get started immediately once the terms were set. 

I arrived at the residence and was greeted by Mark. We shook hands and he immediately began praising my work. I was escorted into the living room where Sandy was enjoying a drink. Mark offered me a refreshment while he prepared one for himself. I graciously declined and prepared to get down to business. Mark then ran the photo session as a slide show on their large screen television. Each erotic shot of his lovely Sandy was clicking across the screen while we discussed his critique of the poses. Mark took great care in describing the graphic situations he wanted me to capture. His primary concern was capturing Sandy giving him oral pleasure. Displaying the previous shots and discussing them with me was an effective way of making me aware that he was comfortable with the proposed graphic scenes. Sandy appeared pensive. Almost as if she was scheming at the opposite end of the room. It wasn't until later that I discovered what Sandy had in mind. Sandy was allowing Mark and me to get better acquainted before she put her scheme into action. 

Upon completion of our discussion, everyone was clear on the graphic nature of the anticipated video. The terms were agreed upon and Mark exited the room. Sandy remained behind to allegedly escort me with my equipment to the bedroom. 

Sandy used that opportunity to state, "I would consider it a tremendous favor if you would participate in the action once the video is completed." 

With my immediate meltdown, I didn't quite know how to respond. Sandy then reminded me, "It's Mark's fantasy to watch me having sex with another man." Sandy also stated, "When the time is right, I'll give you a signal." 

I just mumbled, "We'll see."

Sandy and Mark returned wearing their appropriate attire and waited for me to give them their cue. Once again, we took a practice run through a few positions so that we could all get comfortable. After a short break where the final details were discussed, I prepared the camera and gave them the signal. 

The erotic vignette began with Mark entering the bedroom wearing his bathrobe. Sandy was sitting on the bed in her negligee reading a book. He began kissing her on her ankles and working his way up her inner thighs. He then forcefully stretched her out onto the bed, opened her gown to reveal her breasts and plunged his face between her legs. Once a close up of the oral gratification was obtained, he kissed way up her body to her nipples. I moved back for a wider angle to capture his stiffening male member dangling out of his robe and trailing up her leg. Close ups of Mark sucking and licking Sandy's nipples looked excellent through the camera's viewfinder. As planned, Mark then moved up and gave Sandy some passionate kisses. 

After a few moments, Sandy took charge and pushed Mark onto his back. I was able to position myself just in time to film Sandy straddling Mark and adjusting his male member until it was nestled neatly in the crack of her ass. That view was obscured when Mark reached up and gently slid her sheer gown off her shoulders allowing it to fall onto his legs. As he massaged her breasts, it was obvious that true emotion was flowing between them. Sandy leaned down and gave Mark a deep kiss. Her kisses and probing tongue moved slowly down his torso stopping at his stiff cock. Sandy began working her magic on his cock. She had definitely perfected the art of fellatio. I now knew why Mark wanted to make sure Sandy's mastery of providing oral pleasure was captured on film. I could watch that for years to come myself. Sandy's saliva coated Mark's genitals, which were devoid of hair. At that point it was obvious that Mark had temporarily taken up residence on, "Cloud 9." 

Sandy then used her index finger to beckon me to join the action and pointed to her ass, which was raised in the air. Initially I was hesitant but I mentally referred to our discussions during the planning phase. I placed the camera on the tripod and removed only my pants. I positioned myself behind Sandy and pulled my throbbing tool and testicle sack through the slit of my boxers. My stiff dick easily slipped between the folds of skin due to the ample amount of natural lubrication supplied by Sandy. I watched my cock slowly disappear inside her. I could feel every ridge of her tight love canal as I entered. Once I obtained full penetration, my rhythm quickened. I held on to her waist and gave her full and steady thrusts. With each stroke her juice matted my pubic hairs and dampened my boxers. 

I was nearing my peak when the sound of my body slapping against Sandy's ass and Mark reaching his peak distracted me. I slowed my pace, opened my eyes and observed Mark's body tensing up. Sandy began rolling Mark's cock across her cheek and lips. She was lovingly controlling the expulsion of his ejaculate onto her cheek and lips. It was at that moment that I realized the difference between making love and having sex. Despite the sensations in my loins, I was doing the latter and felt like I was intruding. I quickened my pace as not to fall too far behind Mark's completion. I completed a few more full strokes within that tight, wet, pulsating canal and erupted. I released my firm grasp of Sandy's waist, watched my dick slowly regress from Sandy's moist crevice and stepped back to catch my breath. I then observed my liquid release leaking down Sandy's thigh. Yes, I admit that I was quite pleased with myself. 

As Mark was rising from the bed, I returned my manhood to my boxers and began gathering my equipment. Mark proceeded to the bathroom without a word. Sandy sighed and stretched out onto the bed. 

She interrupted my packing by asking me to come over to the bed. I stepped closer and she stated, "I wanna taste it." 

Before the gears in the big head could turn, Sandy reached into my boxers and pulled out the little head. I felt my flaccid penis sliding past her wet lips and touching the back of her throat. 

The subsequent growth was stunted by Mark's return. Mark paused and appeared to visually scan Sandy's body from the tip of her toes to her mouth that was currently engulfing my penis. Mark opened his rob and started massaging his cock until it was fully erect. I remained frozen in time and space. I was unable to achieve a full erection and unable to turn away. As if watching a porno film, I stood there watching until Mark yanked his load across Sandy's ass and back. Mark had pleasured himself to exhaustion and fell across the bed. Sandy allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth and rolled toward Mark. In the midst of their cuddling, I determined that an immediate, "Exit, stage right" was in order for me. I grabbed my pants and equipment and headed for the door. 

As I exited the room, Sandy eased off the bed and grabbed her gown. I slipped on my pants as she put on her gown and moved toward me. 

Sandy whispered, "Thank you and reminded me about my fee." 

I found myself strangely aroused by the pungent aroma of sex emanating from Sandy and her shapely figure through that sheer gown, which was daintily being held closed by one hand. I related that she could drop off the check at my studio after they viewed the project. After all, if they didn't pay, I wouldn't have exactly felt cheated or wanted to explain that transaction in small claims court. I also related that if they weren't satisfied with the video, I would gladly schedule a re-take. There were those mischievous smirks again as I exited and scurried for the sanctuary of my car.

Although I never did business with Sandy again, I was promptly paid in full and had many referrals as a result of our pleasant encounter. 



Photo Finish



Catherine seemed a bit subdued! She was not herself and I was a little worried. For one thing, I spent the last three years figuring out what Catherine wanted, how to make her happy, doing everything I could think of to please her, in the hopes that she would love me too.

You may think this absurd since no one can make someone else happy? One can, however, strive to be fun, supportive, agreeable, tender & loving so that she will let you hang-out with her! And, better still, have hot sex, play, talk, and live large together. That's me! 

Grateful to have won Catherine and enjoying every minute: tasting, touching, smelling, feeling, and listening to her. And looking at her! It thrills me to see her walking towards me ---- or walking away. Sitting across the table, on the couch, in the car, or wherever. Just watching Catherine is such a pleasant distraction that I don't have eyes for much else when in her presence. 

I like watching my wife, I thought as I pulled # 7 from the shelf. What's wrong with that? She likes me to watch her and makes a huge effort to attract & keep my attention. What's wrong with that? When we are together, she provides non-stop entertainment using her mind, her body, and her spirit. Catherine says I'm a voyeur and that she's an exhibitionist! We're both down-with-that!

The happy couple, I chuckled as I plopped down in my new recliner with #7. Stroking the smooth expensive Moroccan leather with my hand, holding it up to my face, I rubbed it gently across my cheek, inhaling deeply. One of the girls in the office showed me her new Italian leather purse this morning giving me an instant woody when she held it up to my nose and said, "Doesn't it smell divine?"

It smelled like these photo albums which brings Catherine roaring into my brain and that launched me out of the office and over here in short order. If I've now got a thing for the smell of leather, then it's a vice I'm prepared to cope with.

Holding the sacred text in my lap, my hand trembled as I slowly opened the book. I realized that I had my eyes closed again, like in a scary movie, but instead of being frightened, I was tense with anticipation. I, no kidding, sat for an instant with the book spread before me, then opened my eyes.

I let out a low moan! There was Catherine, who else, sitting on a coal black quarter horse with blue western skies over purple mountain's majesty in the background. She was stunning in tight Levis, fringed cowboy shirt & boots, hair cascading down her back with a big Stetson pushed back framing a beautiful smile.

My stomach churned and saliva flooded my mouth as I took in the scene. I felt my ass pucker and my breathing became labored as I studied her entourage. My wife was front and center of the photograph, preening and obviously pleased with herself! Immediately behind her, slumping casually astride his horse, arm resting on the pommel with cigarette in hand, was a nasty looking hombre. 

His ragged shirt, ratty looking hat, drooping mustache, and two day stubble made for a sinister character, gazing at my Catherine's rear with a smirk that made my skin crawl. Behind him, I could see another specimen leaning over and away from his horse with a long stream of unspeakable looking brown juice arcing from his mouth toward the ground.

I stopped, put the book down and walked outside and back to my car. My hands were still trembling as I pulled out my keys and opened the door. Leaning in, I fetched a fat roach out of he ashtray, put a lighter in my pocket, and returned to the vault. I needed a little help from my friends to explore this mystery. 

Lighting up, I walked around the small room examining the shelves of first editions, gun racks, stamp albums, and rare coin displays. After a couple of hits, my stomach settled down and my hands stopped twitching. Gee, I felt better!

Sitting down, I picked up the book, opened to the first page and started laughing my ass off. This is perfect, what could be better? I thought.

Oh! Suddenly remembering the good doctor's prized collection of vintage wine, I hopped up, still holding my prized # 7, and stepped over to the wine racks. I had to wrestle with the cork, but by using a bayonet from an antique musket, within minutes I was sitting down, collector's mug of vintage Burgundy in hand, trying to relight my roach. 

Once I got that going, I reached for the Burgundy to refill my German hofbrau mug, feeling guilty about the cork floating in a three hundred dollar bottle of wine. Not to worry, I thought, I'll drink the whole bottle and no one will know, or care. 

Now, holding ole # 7 in my hands, vintage Burgundy warming my innards, and my head spinning with ganja, I plucked my cell phone out of my pocket and mashed # 1 for Catherine.

"Hey sweetie," she chirped. "How's your day going?"

"It's going, how about yours," wondering why I had called?

"Oh, okay, I guess." See, she IS subdued, or worse, my mind ablaze.

"Catherine, I just called to remind you that I love you more than I know how to express."

"Oh, you do, do you? You silver tongued devil." She perked up.

"Speaking of my tongue, I'd like to lick you with it."

"Ummm, where did you have in mind?" Catherine cooed.

"Every round inch of your beautiful voluptuous body."

"Would you like to make an appointment?" Sounding chipper.

"Yes, I sure would. When can you squeeze me in?"

"Oh, I have an opening in about an hour." Very sultry, now!

"I'll take that opening, I'll take all your openings."

"Promises, promises." She was giggling.

"Get naked in the bed!"

"How long will I have to wait like that?" She pouted.

"Not long. I'm tied up for awhile, but I'm sending Jake right over."

"Jake? Jakes in town?" Laughing out load.

"Yeah, babe, I picked him up at the airport this morning. Show him a good time and me and boys'll be over for sloppy seconds in awhile."

"You're crazy!" She cackled.

"Crazy for you, sweetie, crazy in love with you Catherine."

"Okay, send Jake over and I'll take care of him. You come along and get here soon as you can."

I put # 7 in the chair, took a swig of wine, toked, then stubbed out the roach and floated out the door, hearing it click automatically behind me.

Cruis'n down the highway, my woody stay'n strong, I thought about yesterday and Catherine's melancholy aura. We had wild sex the night before and we both revealed a new kinky side to each other. I was pretty drunk, so that's my story, but Catherine was stone cold sober and smoking hot. And she ---we---were great!

In the morning, she seemed a little distant over coffee as I headed out the door. I called her for lunch and we went to a favorite place, but she still seemed a little, what? Nervous; maybe? 

I would have drilled down to find out what was bothering her last night, but I had an evening gig with a client and when I got home, she was asleep. Then this morning, she didn't even get up to fix the coffee. That never happens, unless she is having a rough 'period'.

Pulling into the driveway, I knew something was bothering her and I intended to find out what it was, and to fix it, dammit! That's what I'm here for.

A rich whiff of ganja met me in the foyer. So, we're both stoned, I thought, glancing at my watch. 11:45 AM. I wonder how the 'people' are getting along I mused, walking down the hallway towards the kitchen in the back. A half empty bottle of chardonnay on the table alerted me that we were both buzzing, too.

"Is that you, honey?" Catherine trilled from the guest room.

I scurried toward the sound of her voice and pushed open the door to our new 'playroom'. Catherine was splayed out naked on the huge bed holding a goblet of wine. Half of a lit joint lay in the ashtray beside the bed as a lazy trail of smoke snaked toward the ceiling. I was mesmerized!

Cathy gave me a sultry half smile. With hooded eyes she gazed darkly at me as if in defiance. She sipped her wine without taking her eyes off of me. Lying on her back, head propped on a pillow, her tits appeared pink and agitated with the nipples hard and erect, signaling their readiness. Her breathing seemed a bit rapid and heavy so that her breast rose and fell steadily. She's been playing with her pussy, I surmised.

I stepped over to the foot of the bed to get a better look at her bush and mound but she coyly cocked her left knee over her right thigh just enough to hide the main event. 

Skinning off my shirt, I asked, "Have I kept you waiting long?" Then started on my belt buckle.

"No, not at all," she giggled. "Jake just left," taking another sip.

Pushing my pants and shorts down in one swoop, my cock sprang up pointing to a spot about halfway between her face and the ceiling. "I hope he left some for me," I gasped, crawling onto the bed.

"Oh, he left something for you, alright! He said it was your turn, sweetie."

I started at her toes, worshipfully kissing each piggy. Shifting my eyes up without stopping the kissing, I watched her take another gulp, then put the goblet on the bedside table.

She slowly moved her knee back revealing her bush. I started little lickings and kissing up her feet to her ankle as she barely spread her legs, but enough to reveal her slit. She slid one hand across her breast, down her belly, and slid her index finger along her pussy lips, then into her snatch. I was at her knee now, gently moving up and leaving a wet trail along her leg from my licking and kisses. 

As she gently began to circle her clit with one finger, she whispered, "You don't mind if it's a little sloppy down there?"

"I'm looking forward to it," I quipped.

A slow slutty smile crept across her face as she massaged her breast, stroking her clit. Catherine gets very uninhibited with wine, and with T-H-C combined, she was in her own zone.

"Good, that's real good, cause Jake left you a surprise," she snickered.

She moved her hand to her vacant boob when I reached her pussy and slid my tongue along her pussy lips. Spreading her legs wider and squeezing both breast, moaned, "Oh, yeah, baby. Lick me, lick me just like that! Stick your tongue in me, sweetie."

I went at her cunt with gusto, thrusting, licking, sucking, and scarfing down on her. She let out another long low moan, "Do it, do it, baby. Can you taste it Ronnie, can you taste his semen. I want you to eat it honey, lick it up and eat it, baby."

This was new territory for me, and us! Catherine has always been a passionate and noisy fuck(er), and a screamer when drunk, but these were new words-----and ideas! I kept devouring her and she began humping my face, gasping, and squeaking out little noises. 

The sound of my mouth sloppily eating her pussy was competing with her heavy breathing and guttural grunting. She pulled her knees up to her breast, grabbing each knee with her hands, exposing her pussy and asshole completely. "Lick me, baby, French my ass, stick you tongue in my asshole, come on, you can do it. Please, please! Yes, yes, more, don't stop, that's it, shove it in," she squealed. 

I fucked her asshole with my tongue as fast and hard as I could!

She let out another wail, shot her legs out straight, which dropped her ass back onto the bed. That popped my tongue out of her asshole, but I laved her lips and focused on her clit.

"Oh, Jesus, so good, so good, that's so good," she squealed again. "Oh, god, baby, lick it, lick it, on god lick it, sweetie. So good."

I had her clit locked between my lips, sucking gently, but squeezing hard as she exploded with, "Bite it, bite me, bite it hard," she screamed!" 

Her legs wrapped around my head, she reared and bucked on the mattress, dislodging my face from her cunt. But she grabbed me with both hands, pulling me up to her face, giving me a combination of sloppy wet kisses, licks, and sucks as she cleaned my face of her pussy juices and covering my lips, nose, chin, and neck with her slobber.

I jacked my prick into her gushing pussy as she threw her head back, arched her body up against me, gave out another screech, collapsing back onto the sheets.

Catherine was wet all over, inside and out, from her orgasms. I held myself above her looking down at her as she recovered and her panting slowed. She was a beauty, exhausted, lying with her cheek on the pillow, beads of perspiration over her face with her lips parted, breast heaving, eyes fluttering.

My rock hard prick was lodged firmly in her but we were both still and silent as I admired her lovely face and body, limp and spent, underneath me. A guilty smile crept slowly across her face as she opened her eyes and focused on the something in the distance. Turning her face to look up at me, she smiled more broadly, and giggling, softly said, "Oops, what was that, honey?"

"That was me cleaning up after Jake," looking her right in the eyes. 

Her eyes grew wide and round and she grinned up at me. I gave her a couple of gentle humps, sliding my greasy cock out about half way, then back in, then again, and slowly, again.

"Uuooo," exhaling the warm scent of wine, matching me in rhythmic thrusting. "You like that, don't you honey? You like it when I'm bad?"

"Its good when you're bad," I agreed.

"Oh, sweetie, that was so good for me. I loved it. I just loved it. Did you love it, too, baby, was it hot and good for you?"

I very slowly started gently thrusting into here as she started talking and she easily matched my strokes. "Cathy, you're the best, the finest, the hottest, the most wicked lover in the world."

"Ronnie, I'm so glad, so happy you say that. Did you really, really like it?" I kept up my easy pace stroking in and out of Catherine, watching her breasts begin to jounce in time with our fucking.

"I loved it, baby, you are so good to me. You give me what I want, what I need, and I want some more."

"Ronnie," she reached up and pulled my head down for a long, deep, wet, French kill as I speeded up our pace a little.

She collapsed under me again as I started to put more power into my thrusts. "Tell me more, Catherine, I wanna hear more."

"You like that, don't you, Ronnie, you like my bad girl stories?"

"Yeah, sweetie, I love it."

"Ronnie, I'm so glad you told me that," looking up into my eyes as she grasped her breasts and began squeezing them. "I was so worried, so scared after I told you about Jake, I've been so afraid."

She raised her knees up, feet flat on the bed, and with more leverage she began to thrust harder as our pace picked up. I was giving her long smooth deep strokes, now.

"Don't be frightened darling, don't worry, just fuck me and be happy." My voice, gentle and reassuring.

"You make me happy, Ronnie, so happy, fuck me Ronnie, give it to me good, yes, yes, baby, like that." I was going harder now.

"Talk to me Catherine, tell me about it." I was starting to beg.

"Do you want a cowboy ride, Ronnie? A REAL cowboy ride?"

"Yeah, Cathy, you said I could have anything I wanted, I could have it all, give me a cowboy ride," I pleaded. "Give me a real cowboy ride."

"You can, sweetie, you can fuck me, too. I want you to come in my pussy on top of Jake's cum. Jake always wants to go first, but you can fuck me now." Her voice was soft and low, but a little desperate, as I kept plunging into her. "Come on now, its your turn, Ronnie, its your turn to fuck me," she gasped a little more.

"Where did you fuck him, Catherine, where did you fuck Jake," panting and sweating as a drop of my sweat splashed on Catherine's breast.

"Oh, god, baby, he fucked me everywhere. Jake fucked me all week, everyday. I went to the bunkhouse at night and sucked his cock. He made me suck him off in front of everybody. Oh, baby, I sucked them all! Jake made suck all of their cocks."

"How many, Catherine, how many cowboys did you suck-off?" Driving fast & hard, covered with sweat, we fucked at full speed.

"Four, Ronnie, I sucked Jake's cock in front of Red, and Joe, and Billy. I loved it! I loved them watching me suck Jake's cock. He stripped me naked in front of them all and made me suck him off on my knees, naked, while everybody watched."

"Did he come in mouth," I was gasping for breath now.

"Yes, yes, he shot-off in my mouth and I swallowed a lot, but I couldn't hold it all. His semen splashed all over my face and on my titties. He let Red lick it off me. Red licked Jake's cum from my face and titties, then Red let me suck his prick."

"Red let you suck his prick, Catherine? You wanted to suck Red's prick, too?"

"Oh, god, yes, Ronnie! I wanted to suck it. I was so hot, I wanted to suck and fuck. Jake made me do everything, it made me so hot! I begged for it, baby, I begged Red for his prick. I begged each of them to suck and fuck. I wanted it, baby, I wanted them all."

We were both going hard and fast. Sweating, gasping, humping in perfect unison, bouncing on the bed with our wet skin slipping and sliding against each other.

"You sucked and fucked them all, Catherine, all four of them?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I did all four baby, I sucked and fucked all four. I sucked off Jake, then Red, then Joe and Billy. I was naked and wanted it, baby, I wanted it."

"They fucked you, too, Catherine, they all four fucked you?"

I felt my cum boiling in my scrotum as my prick swelled.

"Yeah, Ronnie, Jake fucked me first, he always wants be first. Then Red fucked me on all fours. I was so hot, I orgasmed so much, so many times. I couldn't help it, baby, I just wanted it all!"

"Who fucked you next Catherine, who got sloppy thirds? I croaked.

"I rode Joe, I rode his cock. I was full of Jake and Red's semen, then I rode Joe's cocked and sucked Billy's dick. I sucked Billy's dick riding Joe's prick. Billy came in my mouth so fast, so quick, he's so young, he spurted in my mouth and it splashed all over my face and titties. He was only seventeen and he had lots of sperm."

Blasting my own sperm into Catherine's pussy, I groaned, "And Joe, what about Joe?"

"Laaast, Joe shot-off last, he came inside me, he was laaast," she squealed as we both bucked, losing our rhythm and rearing out of control, as we thrashed in the throes of our orgasms. Collapsing in a sweating heap, holding each other tight, panting and gasping together, glued together, locked in each other's arms.

We lay like that, quiet, still but for our panting, both oozing sweat as my prick plopped out of Catherine's pussy.

Breathing less like a bellows, now, I rolled off my wife and flopped on my back, exhausted, dehydrated, cooling from the drying sweat, drunk & stoned. I thought that I was in heaven?

Through a foggy haze, my mind started up again. As I caught my breath and regained consciousness, I looked at the clock on the wall. High Noon! No shit?

Catherine snuggled up to me. "Thank you, Ronnie," she peeped.

"Thank YOU, Catherine!"

"You're so good to me," her voice quivered a little bit?

"It's good, being good to you," I opined.

"I mean, you're really, really, good to me!"

"Sweetheart, if I make you feel that way, then I AM THE MAN."

"Oh, you ARE THE MAN," snuzzling my neck, she ran her hand across my chest, down my belly, and gently grasped my slippery cock.

"How did you know?" she asked in a whisper.

"Huh? Know what? Darling."

"I was scared Ronnie, really frightened! She trembled.

Putting my arm around her, I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. Her hair was damp and filled my lungs with her heavenly scent. She tugged on my flaccid pecker and turned her face up to mine: "Tell me that you love me, Ronnie?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you are the love of my life. I love and adore you. You fill me up and empty me out everyday! Then you fill me up again. You are my perfect wife!!

"Uuoo, Ronnie, tell me again."

"Catherine, you are the happiest part of my life. My perfect lover. My exquisite bride. My wicked, wicked, girl. My loving wife!"




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"How do you know me so well? You just know what I want to hear. How do you do it?" She asked.

"Cause you tell me, baby. As long as you tell me what you want, honey, you can have it!" I bragged.

"Anything?" she kissed my nipple and tugged on my prick again.

"Whatever you want, Catherine."

"How about if I want to do this," sliding her tongue across my belly, slowly stroking my growing cock.

"Especially that," encouraging her.

"So if I show you how I sucked Billy's cock when we were alone the next day, that would be alright."

"That would be perfect," I confessed.

"He was only seventeen, you know."

"That's what I heard," now my voice was trembling.

"I sucked his cock every day, after that! After that night in the bunkhouse, I mean."

"You did?" I stammered.

"Uh-huh, after that night in the bunkhouse when I fucked him."

"I remember." My voice was hoars.

"I did all four of them, remember?" Sliding my semi into her mouth.

"Oh, yeah baby, you told me."

Catherine released my shiny prick from her mouth but still gently pumping it back up. "If you want to hear more about it, I'll tell you all about sneaking off with Billy to blow him?" she giggled.

"I'd like that." I groaned.

"Or I could just show you what I did with him? I can do that right now, Ronnie. Right here. I can show you what we did in the stable the next day. I can suck your prick just like I sucked off Billy, so you can see me do it, just like he watched me suck his cock in the stable."

She bobbed her mouth back onto my hardening cock. 

I moaned, "Please Catherine, please tell me about it."

"Oh, okay! Do you want me show you how we did it, or should I just tell you about how fast a young boy like that cums when you suck his prick?"

"Both, baby, I want it all." Cajoling her.

"Good, I'd like that, too," as she swooped down on my raging prick and scrambled between my spread legs without losing her oral grip on it.

She popped out my prick, but still stroking, "We did it in the hay, Ronnie. He led me in there. He came up behind me in the tack room and started feeling me up, Ronnie. It was after our morning ride and I was putting up my tack. It was the first time we were alone. He came up behind me and started squeezing my ass and kissing my neck."

"Just like that, Catherine, he thought he could just grab you and feel of your ass?"

"Well, he was mauling my boobs, too. I mean he was just running his rough cowboy calluses all over me. I was loving it. And, well he knew that's what I wanted."

"How? How did he know?" I was breathing heavy as she sped up her stroking.

"Like you said, just now, sweetie, because I told him." She plunged my straining prick into her mouth gyrating on it.

"You told him, Catherine? What did you tell him," gasping, again.

She popped it out of her mouth again, but pumping it slickly, without sliding the skin over my root, she slipped it through her slimy hand and my lubrication from her saliva and our juices from fucking. 

"I promised him while we were out on the morning trail ride. I told him that when we were alone that I would suck his cock. I said to him when we were watering the horses at the river, but nobody else could hear, "Billy, I want to have you all alone! I want you to find us a place where I can suck your cock, again. Where no one can see what we're doing."

She gobbled down my engorged prick, again.

Grabbing a hand full of her hair as she sat 'Indian' style between my legs, jamming my prick in and out of her mouth, I grunted, "Is this how you blew him, Catherine, is this how you sucked his cock in the hay?" 

Looking back up at me with a wild look on her face, still stroking. "Yes, we were French kissing in the tack room and he pulled my titties out to suck on them. Then he grabbed a horse blanket and led me down to a stall filled with hay. I wanted him naked, Ronnie, I wanted to have him buck naked so I could just gobble him up," then showing me how she did him.

"More!" My balls were rumbling in her hand.

Out popped my cock, quivering, wet, and purple, "I stripped him naked, so fast, and he helped me do it. I fell down on my knees and took him into my mouth. He started fucking my face and said he was going to come. I wasn't ready, yet. I wanted to lick and suck his balls and suck him some more, so I pushed him backwards onto the straw. He was naked lying in front of me on the straw with his big young dick bobbing around. I loved it."

"Suck me, Catherine, suck me like you sucked Billy. Show me what you did to him, baby, show me just like you did it to him."

"He came so fast, Ronnie, so fast and so much. I just got going, like this," jack-hammering her face down on me.

I erupted into her mouth, spasming and shooting cum into her for the second time today. She swallowed and choked, and swallowed again. Then she lifted her head off my prick and I watched another squirt spurt onto her chin to mix with the semen spilling out of her lips, as she gave me a slatternly smile of satisfaction.

"I did this to him, just like this," as she scooted up over me, planting a knee on each side, her breasts dangling and rubbing my chest, she planted a huge, deep, long kiss on my mouth.

I felt a couple of last-ditch pubic contractions as the last few spurts of come dribbled out of me, and Catherine skewered my mouth with her semen covered tongue. She came up for air, leaning back, arching her tits out in front of me, running her hands through her hair to push it out of her face sending it cascading down her back.

"Oh, Billy, let's do this again tomorrow!" she announced.

"Ms. Catherine, let's do it again, today," I drawled.

Straddling me, laughing, her tits shaking, she looked down into my face. "We got even with Jake, baby, we showed Mr. Always goes first, how it felt to be last." 

"Bad girl! How did you do that Catherine?"

"Like this," she rapidly inched up her knees, moving from astride my hips until her knees were in my armpits. Crawling over my shoulders, straddling my head, Catherine planted her sopping pussy onto my face.

I was so muffled that I couldn't speak, but I gobbled her snatch with gusto, thrusting my tongue vigorously in and out of her cunt.

"So, Big Jake, how about that! You like giving Billy a blow-job by proxy? I promised him that I could make you suck his cock. Well there it is Big Jake, suck-up Billy's and Red's cum, you cock-sucker!" 

She cackled and laughed like a harpy, gyrating on my face, sliding her slit up and down, along my nose and across chin, as I turned purple from being smothered in pussy.

"Lick it up cowboy, so I can tell your boys that you're a cock sucker, too!" still laughing hysterically.

Arching my neck backwards, I freed my nose from her clitoris, my mouth & tongue from her hole, gasping for air. Seeing my plight, she spun around in one smooth twirling motion and scarfed down on my slimy, limp dick, swallowing it whole. I felt her nose buried in my scrotum and she lowered her pussy back onto my face, this time with my nose in her ass.

She was soaking wet from clit to asshole. Semen smeared all across her cheeks, lips, pubic hair, and asshole, with more dribbling out of her gaping pussy. She rocked back into my face, releasing my prick from her mouth with a slurping sound. 

As she rose up, I could see her arched back, beautiful hair tumbling down her shoulders as she settled her sphincter onto my nose. I felt her fingers rubbing my chin as Catherine stroked her pussy and clit.

As she gurgled and squealed I felt her ass contracting and spasming around my face, then with a long groan she collapsed. 

Slowly, Catherine turned around and scooted up beside me, laying her head on my shoulder. Our breathing began to ease and my skin felt cool as she gently massaged my chest. We lay silently for several minutes and she became very still. Her breathing grew steady and I turned to take a peek at my wife.

She was fast asleep. 



Photo Finish



Turning to see if her sister had begun to move, she just caught a shadow from the corner of her eye as Lisa, now recovered, came to her friend's aid. Lisa kneed her three times in the small of her back and then grabbed Jenny's hair with both hands and pulled her up. She led her to the only table of food of undisturbed food and plunged her face first into an almost full sheet cake. The force of the collision snapped her head back, she repeated this several times and caused Jenny's nose to bleed. This really dazed her again, almost to unconsciousness, surely her nose was broken and began to seep blood, and her face now covered with frosting as she slipped to the floor.

Lisa then went over to Sarah who was now in a fetal position holding her stomach with one hand and her pussy with the other. Lisa knelt down in the mushy mess on the floor and rolled her over, stroking her face and saying" are you OK? I thought that she was really hurting you, just try and relax, I don't think that she has enough left to pose a threat to us now. I got her good." And with that she reached down and tried pulling out the potatoes from Sarah's panty hose, with her hand brushing Sarah's hairy pubic region, and now enlarged clit. Sarah reacted by driving her pussy into the hand. Lisa thinking that this was doing further harm quickly withdrew it. 

"Sorry, I was just trying to help." Sarah said "I really don't mind, it actually feels good, thank you. Those potatoes were harsh" Meanwhile, some of the gravy was now dripping off her giant tits onto the smaller woman while more of the food combination on the floor was oozing into the backside of Sarah's panty hose. Sarah, getting her breathe back mumbled " I'm not a lesbian, I don't know where that came from. I never even touched another woman's breasts until tonight. I guess I was just caught up in the moment, I don't know what to say. Jenny sure seems scared that we are, and she probably will tell everybody that I am." 

Lisa responded, "She has always been a cock chaser, and flaunts the fact that she almost always gets the man that she wants. I have short hair and almost never date so I am sure she thinks that I like women, I can tell you that I haven't been with one, and I don't think that I really want to. But I sure am glad that we did save our clothes by getting naked and I am not upset by anything that happened here, this whole thing is strange. But I think that your panty hose are about done, you better get them off before you hurt yourself." After helping pull them off of the smaller woman, she found herself staring at the hairiest patch that she could imagine. Sarah continued to brush the potatoes out of the hair and sat up. She was quite taken by the extremes of her younger assistant, flat chested on top and a very hairy crotch below, she wanted to say something but just didn't know what. Then realizing that Jenny was beginning to stir, Lisa added. "Jenny just about gets everything wrong, she just pre judges everyone and everything and then spreads it around...... that gives me an idea. "

Lisa, then got up, surveyed the messy room, looked down at her white panty hose, which were now multi-colored and streaked with food. She walked over and grabbed the chocolate sauce desert topping, and pulled the waistband of her remaining garment and poured some in the crotch of her panty hose. It made quite a site. 44EE loose tits covered with gravy and cheesecake some mid stomach paunch, which was remarkably clean, and then a crotch full of seeping chocolate accented by the rainbow colored filth on the once white pantyhose. "Sarah please go get one of Tom's cameras" announced Lisa. She walked over to her fallen sister. Rolled her over on her back, knelt down facing Jenny's feet and placed her crotch about two inches from Jenny's face, saying "You seem so sure that I am a lesbian, well big sister, get a mouthful of this. I am going to make you a lesbian for at least a few minutes. You really didn't eat much this evening, so eat this " and she mashed her crotch into Jenny's face and moved it up an down a bit. Sarah returned with a camera and started to take a few pictures, trying to keep Lisa's face out of the frames while clearly showing Jenny eating a pussy. 

Then Sarah put the camera down and walked over, leaned down and proceeded to rip what was left of the black lacy bra off Jenny's chest. Jenny was too weak to say anything and didn't try to avoid this humiliation. Lisa, not pleased with Jenny's effort slapped at her now exposed tits "Eat me, shit face, EAT" Jenny's breasts shook with each slap and were beginning to turn red. Jenny made a weak attempt at licking the sauce through her sister's panty hose covered crotch but couldn't do it convincingly enough. Lisa, reached down and tore open the crotch area and then continued slapping her sister's breasts, harder, wanting her to lick better.. Jenny now responded a bit better. She was being totally humiliated. For the first time in her life she felt totally powerless, and had no will to fight back and she was performing an act that she never would have thought of doing. 

Lisa was becoming aroused. Her Nipples were really hardening. Sarah noticed this and came over to Lisa and began massaging the food off of her mountainous tits. And then totally unexpected she mounted Jenny, placing her pussy over Jenny's tits she reached over and began to suck and tease Lisa on the right nipple. Lisa was now on course for an orgasm. She yelled to both of the women. "Keep it up, don't stop!" She began to move her pussy up and down on her sister causing her tits to shake and making Sarah's task more difficult but the smaller woman was up for it, and was in turn having her pussy stimulated by the prone Jenny's tits. Soon Lisa let go with a giant moan and fell backwards away from Jenny's face, grabbing Sarah and pulling the smaller woman with her. By doing this Sarah's pussy was now almost in perfect alignment with Jenny's mouth. She shifted a little and pressed her now excited pussy into Jenny's face. Jenny quite dazed and still working at the direction of Lisa continued sucking. The remnants of the moist Jell-O and potato dregs were a somewhat harsh change from the chocolate sauce but she attacked it with the same vigor. Sarah found her own nipples which were encased in a variety of food and smashed into Lisa's mid-section and began to rub them roughly and soon had a fantastic orgasm herself. She then rolled off Jenny's face onto the floor to rest for a few minutes.

Lisa and Sarah now lay on the floor almost next to each other and just tried to sort out their feelings for what just happened between them. Neither woman had ever thought about finding sexual fulfillment in the arms of any woman let alone a co-worker. Then there was this food thing, spreading it on each other. It was too confusing for both. To change course Lisa suggested a way that they finish with Jenny once and for all and end this madness. They both got up and wandered over to their now defeated foe. Seeing this as an opportunity for further adventure Sarah, reached down and pulled off Jenny's thoroughly stained bikini briefs with the idea of yanking out some of her pussy hair and further humiliating the witch. She now exposed a completely shaved pussy with a little tattoo of a pair of lips just above the slit and a gold ring pierced through her pussy lips. Both Lisa and Sarah didn't expect that. They just stared at the puffed lips and the tattoo. "Well, what do we have here? Quite the slut. Obviously, that pussy has seen a lot of real hard action" stated Lisa. 

Lisa seeing this, again had another idea. "Sara, get a pair of scissors, will you? We might as well help Lisa completely change her appearance." Ordered Lisa. Sarah went into the office area in search of her new tool while Lisa peeled off her now destroyed panty hose. She took them over to the punch bowl and completely submerged them. Then she took them out and plopped them on Jenny's face, landing with a sloppy thud. Jenny was actually relieved by the cool liquid on her face, and moaned with what sounded like pleasure because of the relief it offered to her broken nose and dried mouth.

Sarah returned with a large pair of editing scissors saying "What do you have in mind?" Lisa laughed, sat down on the stomach of the prone woman and ordered Sarah " Kneel down at the top of her head and cut off as much hair as you can of her once golden tresses, the bitch doesn't have any pussy hair, she shouldn't have so much hair on her head, after all we have ours short, she should too." Sarah sneered, laughed and knelt down facing Lisa and started hacking away at the once proud, expensive holiday hairdo which was constrained by the amounts of food now caught in it. Jenny offered no resistance, especially with Lisa sitting on her. It now seemed like a very bad dream, surely it was. Lisa had now removed her sopping panty hose from Jenny's face and wringed them out over it. 

After about a minute of cutting, she basically had lost about two thirds of her hair. It was very hard to cut through the assortment of food left in the nest of hair. Lisa said. "That's enough, we will let her balance out the rest, I think that she learned her lesson here. She has a lot of explaining to do about the mess here, but first lets help clean her up a little." Lisa and Sarah both rose at the same time. The each grabbed Jenny in the armpits, pulled her up and led her to the ladies room. She followed their lead, in a daze. They went to the first stall, pulled up the seat and lowered Jenny's head. She weakly resisted this perverse act. Sarah then reached down between Jenny's legs from the rear and grabbed the pierced ring and gave it a good tug. Jenny, understanding what would happen if she didn't cooperate willingly lowered her head and knelt down. Sarah kept her hand on the pussy ring, giving her a little stroking and inserting two fingers in the suprisingly moist pussy. Sarah thought "Oh, now this feels different, and gives me a little more power over the bitch, I'll fuck her but good now" She began to work the fingers back and forth, bringing a little noisy response from Jenny. Soon she had four fingers inserted and then in a fit of anger/lust eventually got her entire small hand working in and out of her pussy.

Lisa while watching this with satisfaction and curiosity, quickly got up, went for the camera and took a few shots of this perverted act. She never knew that this was possible. She wondered how it felt, for both people involved. Sarah surely was quite sexual all night, she wondered where she came up with all of this stuff. Now sure she had enough pictures to keep the slut's mouth shut forever, she stopped taking pictures. When it seemed like Jenny was beginning to possibly have an orgasm from this action, Sarah slowed the action withdrew her hand and looked to Lisa for direction. " I'm done with her now, is there anything that you want to do?" Sarah blabbled. Lisa lay the camera down and knelt down in the stall grabbing Jenny's head and placing it in the toilet bowl and flushed. A perfect swirley. The crowning touch. They left her there gasping.. 

Finally, Lisa felt the urge to smile. They each walked over to the sinks and began to clean themselves up. Looking back through the mirror they saw Jenny's chin nuzzled on the toilet bowl, resting from the shocking routine that she went through in the last half-hour. There would be no more parties for the bitch this season. Her eyes were already blackening, and nose still seeping blood from the ordeal and her once perfect tits showing the early signs of bruising, and the rest of her body a smorgasbord of food residues. Her hair. Her most prized seductive tool was a mess. It would surely be very short for a while. No more throwing around her long tresses of blonde hair while flirting.

Sarah turned her attention to Lisa and sheepishly said "What do we do now? Do I still work here? How can I face Jenny, and your parents? I don't even know what to say to you. I never acted this way before" Lisa, feeling much more in control of the situation said "Babe, you put yourself out for me today, you helped me when I was down, you helped me get revenge for years of taunting. I will fix everything. I am going to gladly explain our showdown to my parents, leaving out some of the more intimate details. I'm sure that they will agree that the punishment was deserved. She won't be talking about this night, ever. I have enough good pictures to make sure of that. Lets clean up as best we can, grab our clothes, get dressed and go out to a bar for a drink and celebrate. It ought to be fun. Thanks to your quick mind our clothes are salvageable and the bars are still open for a few more hours." "Great! I'm in for that, my fiancée doesn't expect me tonight anyway, I had some last minute Christmas stuff to do," replied Sarah. She still had some mashed potatoes stuck up into her pussy. Sarah walked over to the sink and placed one foot on the sink edge keeping the other one on the floor. She ran the warm water and scooped hand fulls of water into the soiled hairy slit. Lisa just watched in wonder and was now envious of the smaller woman's body and the ease at which she handle herself naked in front of her. After Sarah finished, they each worked with damp towels to remove as much of the drying food as possible, and each helped clean the other in hard to reach places. Lisa felt a little glow from the smaller woman's touch. When they were done, Lisa grabbed her now good friend pulled her to her chest and kissed the top of her head and tightly hugged her, again thanking her. The fullness and feel of Lisa's massive chest again mesmerized Sarah. She didn't know what to think. She did know that she was again starting to feel rather horny, and she enjoyed sucking on those large mounds before and didn't know what to do next. She leaned her head back and stared up at the larger woman. She felt the urge to kiss her on the lips, but wouldn't make the first move. 

Lisa, feeling awkward herself, released Sarah and they both walked into the office to dress. The eating room was a complete disaster. Jenny had no useable clothes left and was now alert and moving around in the bathroom. As Lisa dressed she realized that she didn't have any panty hose. That would be a unique feeling walking into the winter's air with her now excited pussy being bathed by the cool air under her skirt. She also left her bra off thinking that maybe she should start turning people's heads with her best asset. It was a time of excitement. Was it the kicking of her sister's ass and having Jenny eat her to an orgasm? Was it being nude with another woman? Was it being messy with food? She looked over at Sarah, who was in deep thought herself, and felt a new bond. Time will tell what effect of the activity would have on the rest of their lives. "Hurry up slow poke, let's get going and get that drink." Lisa yelled. They both just looked at each other and smiled as they left. It was going to be an interesting New Year, yes indeed

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Lisa was now standing at the mirror in the bathroom, trying to figure out what to do next. She wasn't going to call anyone that would see her in this shape. She was a mess. She was nude. She was covered in a variety of dried foods. Her pussy ached. Her tits hurt and were bruised. Her hair was a variety of lengths and in a few spots all but missing. Her face hurt. Her sister had bested her for the first time in their life. What had she done to make her meek sister do this to her? She didn't realize that there had ever been this kind of hate bottled up. She began to think about everything that happened, starting to remember details a little more clearly now.

Just then there was a knocking at the rear door. A scan of the clock told her that the caterer was back. How long had she been standing here? What to do next?