4 comments/ 22571 views/ 10 favorites Hot Shot By: Sedonia Guillone copyright 2007 by Sedonia Guillone "Hey, Paul, will you photograph me?" Paul froze. He clutched his towel and stopped in mid-rub of his wet hair. The room filled with silence, the only sound, the evening spring rain that pelted the living room window. Slowly, he lowered the towel, turned, and looked at Carlo. Large brown eyes watched him from under a thick fringe of ebony lashes. Carlo had already toweled the rain off his own thick glossy hair and the shaggy locks tumbled around his face, set off his high cheekbones. His smooth black goatee and mustache emphasized his full lips. Paul had spent countless moments fantasizing about kissing those lips. Paul's heart thumped. Carlo's beauty always struck him and in the whole three years of their friendship, he'd ached to capture that beauty on film. "Are you serious?" What appeared fleeting shyness passed across Carlo's face, quickly replaced by his usual coolness. "Yeah, man. I'm serious." Paul nodded. His heart pumped in rapid beats now and his cock stirred and jumped to attention in his jeans. He set the towel aside and cleared his throat. "Okay, then. If you want me to." He forced himself to act casual, far from the emotional chaos that churned his blood. In three years as housemates, Carlo had never expressed interest in getting photographed, not even in his soccer uniform or at his garage where he designed and built the hottest choppers in their part of California. "May I...uh...I mean, I'm just curious—" Carlo's soft laughter interrupted him. "I know. You can't believe it." He shrugged and looked down. "I don't know, man. Just like this." Paul stared at him another moment. He had the sense Carlo was holding something back. But hey, he wasn't going to push. Carlo's asking to be photographed was a fantasy come true, as rare as Halley's comet. "Well..." Paul gestured in the direction of his studio, really, a spare bedroom in the back of his house he'd converted into a studio. "This way." He led Carlo there. "Should I change or something?" Paul turned around and looked at him. The rain had soaked Carlo's white t-shirt and plastered it to his lean torso. Carlo's skin, the color of light caramel, showed through the wet cotton as did the tiny peaks of his dark nipples, hardened, apparently, from the coolness of rain. Below that, he wore a baggy pair of jeans. Paul cleared his throat again. Aside from nudity, Carlo couldn't have looked sexier for the kind of photographs Paul envisioned. "No. You're...perfect." A shudder of electricity seemed to pass between them. Carlo blinked. "Okay. Just tell me what to do." Take your clothes off and let me suck your cock. Paul didn't say the words out loud. He wouldn't dare. Carlo had never given him any indication that Paul's wild attraction to him was mutual. Paul figured that if Carlo had wanted him, he would have included him in the string of lovers Paul had seen pass through over the last three years. Paul cleared his throat again. "Um, just...I don't know. I guess..." His hands shook as he adjusted his camera, already set up on its tripod from a job the day before. "Start with something natural." Paul indicated the sofa draped with sheets he'd set up for yesterday's photo shoot for Gay Life magazine. That had been a joy to shoot. Three gorgeous guys in underwear draped all over each other. But today? Was better. Carlo sat down on the sofa and leaned against the cushions, one muscled arm along the back of the sofa. He looked up from under his heavy lashes, lips pouting. "How's this?" Paul's heart jumped. Electric heat zinged up his arms and down into his groin. Carlo looked...incredible. In that pose, he was sexy, alluring and innocent all at once. "Perfect," he said softly. He adjusted his camera, set the lighting in the room and shot the picture. "Should I do another pose?" Carlo sat up and raked a hand through his thick ebony hair. Inadvertently he looked off to one side. Perfect. That pose, too, brought out Carlo's irresistible combination of dark sensuality and innocence. "Stay like that," Paul ordered. Carlo obeyed and Paul shot the picture. Carlo turned and smiled. "This is kind of fun," he said. He draped his arms over his thighs and leaned forward. Paul shot another picture. "You seem to be a natural." "Nah." Carlo lay back, one arm bent behind his head. His t-shirt rode up just enough to expose half of his tight abdomen. "You're a good photographer, man." A shiver of lust tore through Paul. He forced his attention off the thin trail of ebony hair that ran down the center of Carlo's stomach and onto shooting the picture. "Thanks," he managed to say. Carlo had often praised his work and Paul felt ridiculously pleased each time. He'd won several awards for his photos in the past three years and attributed his success to the fact that he worked so hard to please Carlo. The thought made Paul ache to confess the raw emotions he felt for his housemate. He remained silent and kept snapping pictures. His tension melted away as he got into the flow of taking pictures. Carlo moved from one pose to the next, as if he'd been a model for years. Suddenly, Carlo sat up and stripped off his t-shirt. He dropped it to the floor and looked directly at the camera, his hands on his thighs. Paul's finger froze on the button. He cleared his throat. His heart took off like a bucking bronc and his stomach fluttered like it did when he had his first crush back in high school. "Is this okay?" Carlo looked worried. "Should I put it back on?" "No!" Carlo grinned and chuckled. "Okay." He lay against the cushions, both strong arms along the back of the sofa. Paul stared through the eyepiece. He pretended to be adjusting the focus when he was really staring at Carlo's rippling chest and abs, at the soft dark hair on his pecs that trailed down his stomach and at the chocolate brown of his small hard nipples. Paul's mouth watered and now he had a major hard-on in his jeans. He'd had no idea that a pizza out with Carlo and running back home in the rain would end up like this. He shot the picture. Carlo lifted one arm from the back of the sofa and ran his hand over his chest. Paul licked his lips. For a brief second he wondered if Carlo was making fun of him, teasing him. His eyes widened as he looked through the viewer. He could swear there was a sizeable bulge in Carlo's jeans, just behind the zipper. Was he hard? Carlo slid his hand down his abdomen. Right down toward that delicious-looking bulge. He stared into the lens. His dark brown eyes took on a velvety sheen. His lids grew heavy and his full lips parted, as if he were breathing heavier. Paul shot the picture. Damn, he couldn't wait to develop that one. "Hey Paul?" The husky tone in Carlo's voice made Paul's heart thump. He swallowed hard and looked out from behind the camera. "Yeah?" He forced himself to look and sound calm. No easy task considering the raging boner he had. To him, Carlo was the hottest guy in the universe. Hotter than any movie star. "How naked do I have to get before you take the bait?" Paul nearly crumpled to the floor. Because his knees suddenly felt like jello. "Wha...What?" Carlo chuckled softly. "You heard me." Paul let go of the camera and wiped his hands on his jeans. "B...b...bait?" He felt like an idiot. Carlo raked a hand through his thick, raven hair. That shy look Paul had seen earlier now came over Carlo's face, only now, it didn't flit away so quickly. Paul's heart thumped again. Was Carlo nervous? Paul had always thought Carlo never got nervous. "Yeah. I didn't know how else to tell you, man. You're so...quiet." Now Paul's heart was racing almost too fast to breathe. "Tell...me?" Carlo huffed, but the sound was like mock annoyance. In spite of his seeming shyness, he grinned, that devilish, sexy grin he had. The one that first made Paul go ga ga for him. "Yeah, man. You know, to tell you I...I want you." His hands went to the button of his jeans. He worked it open, slid down the zipper and left them open. He wasn't wearing anything underneath and his cock, the same caramel hue the rest of him was, Paul noticed, stood straight up from his black pubic hair. The thick veined shaft made Paul itch to touch and taste it. Paul sucked in a breath. "You...want me? Carlo pushed his jeans down past his hips and palmed his cock. He rubbed it in quick light strokes. " Paul stared. He watched Carlo's hand slide up and down the length of his cock. Carlo sagged back into the cushions and his breath rasped loudly in the room. "Get over here, man. Please. I mean, if you want to." Carlo sounded insecure. "I want to." And did he! For three years now. He came out from behind the camera and crossed over to the sofa. His heart pounded like a jackhammer as he sat gingerly down next to Carlo. Carlo's scent, musk mixed with rain filled Paul's nostrils, made him feel a bit drunk. Carlo's dark gaze simmered into his. Carlo reached out and cupped the back of Paul's hair. "I love your hair," he said softly. "It's like silky gold." He stroked the back of Paul's short hair and neck with gentle fingertips. A pleasant shiver ran through Paul's body, right into his cock. A brief image of Carlo stroking one of his newly finished bikes this way flitted through his mind, that of an artist appreciating his work. "Th...thanks." Carlo's lids lowered more. "I like your blue eyes too." He rubbed the nape of Paul's neck, caressed him with the sweetest touch. "You like that?" Paul nodded. He glanced down. Carlo's hand still rested on his cock, which he stroked lazily. Wow, Paul couldn't ever have imagined being here like this with the guy of his dreams. Maybe Carlo was just horny, or lonely. Maybe he wouldn't still want Paul after they came. It didn't matter... With gentle pressure, Carlo drew Paul's face down to his. "Kiss me," he whispered. He parted his lips and Paul met them with his. At the first touch, Paul's eyes fluttered closed. God, so soft, Carlo's lips, just as he'd always imagined them. Carlo's mustache and goatee tickled his clean-shaven chin in the sexiest way. Paul sank in closer to Carlo, surrendered fully to the kiss. His nervousness melted away a bit more and he ventured to slip his tongue between Carlo's heavenly lips. Carlo murmured softly in his throat and opened his lips wider, danced his tongue hungrily against Paul's. Carlo's hands groped at Paul's t-shirt, lifted the damp material up. "I want to see that bod of yours," Carlo breathed between kisses. Paul broke their kiss long enough to help Carlo get his t-shirt off. He was glad that he worked hard to keep in shape. He had the same v-shape to his torso and similarly carved abs and slim waist. He and Carlo were almost identical in height and physique. "Mmm." Carlo sat up and leaned into Paul, pressing Paul back against the cushions. Paul hitched a deep breath. His skin tingled under Carlo's caresses and through his hazy pleasure, he saw the contrast of his pale skin with Carlo's caramel skin. Carlo leaned over and kissed him again while he stroked Paul's chest. Carlo's touch was appreciative, soft and reverent. Even the way he pinched and kneaded Paul's nipples only stoked the hard-on raging in his jeans. Carlo slid his hand down Paul's stomach and worked open his jeans. He pushed his fingertips under the waistband of Paul's boxers and stroked his cock. Carlo gasped softly and lifted from their kiss. "Damn, Paulito," he said, grinning, "I always figured you were hung. Now I know for sure." Before Paul could answer, Carlo kissed him some more, deep and hot. Paul groaned into Carlo's mouth and arched his hips upward. Carlo fondled the length of his cock and whispered his masterful touch over his balls, which tightened more with each caress. Carlo pulled away again. "I love your skin," he murmured. "So silky over that hard cock." Before Paul could answer, Carlo took his lips again, caressed Paul's tongue with his. He kissed Paul for several minutes. His kisses grew wilder as he slid down to his knees. He lifted away from his kiss and panted. His hot breath passed over Paul's skin. Paul slipped his fingers into Carlo's hair and sifted the length of it between his fingers. "I love your hair too," Paul said, chest heaving. Carlo grinned. Without speaking, he tugged down Paul's jeans and boxers. Paul felt his cheeks heat. Damn, he was blushing! His freed cock stood straight up in a slight curve from his body. Carlo stared. His tongue came out and slid across his full soft lips. "Like I said before, well hung." Paul laughed. Carlo's praise helped melt away more of his nervousness. "Thanks." He hitched a breath as Carlo wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it. "You feel sooo good," Carlo crooned. He leaned forward and took the head of Paul's cock into his mouth. Paul lifted his head and watched. Sparks of heat danced on his skin every inch that Carlo engulfed in the moist heat of his mouth. Carlo feathered his tongue along Paul's shaft. His dark head bobbed as he took Paul in and then slid back. Paul's fingers remained in Carlo's hair. He couldn't believe this was happening to him; couldn't have ever imagined Carlo on his knees, sucking his cock. Carlo's hand stole downward, slipped between Paul's butt cheeks. Paul hitched another breath as Carlo caressed his tight hole with that same expert touch. He spread his thighs wider for Carlo and Carlo pushed a finger inside him. Carlo filled his hole gently, spread him open with soft but insistent tugs. The pleasure was incredible and Paul moaned. He couldn't think at all. His mind, like his body from Carlo's licks and strokes, was jello, completely under Carlo's control. Whatever Carlo wanted to do to him, he could. Carlo sucked Paul's cock for what seemed a long time. Paul made himself hold back, even though Carlo's masterful tongue and lips kept bringing him to the edge. Bit by bit, Paul's shyness completely slipped away. Carlo was coaxing him to a frenzy. He slid his hands from Carlo's hair to his strong shoulders. Several tugs and Carlo let Paul's cock slip from his mouth. He looked up, large dark eyes full of lust, lips gleaming. "What is it, Paulito? Am I hurting you?" Paul shook his head. He'd always been shy about asking for what he wanted. Now, the thing he wanted most was within his grasp and shyness grabbed his words. He pulled again on Carlo's shoulders. A grin spread across Carlo's sexy lips. He rose up onto his knees. Paul leaned over and pushed Carlo's already loose jeans down his tapered hips and sloping thighs, strong from years of playing soccer. Carlo's erection sprang free. The thick shaft bobbed close to Paul's mouth and a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tiny opening. Feeling bolder now, Paul reached out, wrapped his hand lightly around Carlo's delicious, caramel-hued cock and leaned over. He swiped the tip of his tongue gingerly across the lobes of the plump head and licked up the tiny salty droplet. Carlo groaned and pushed his hips forward. One hand slid through Paul's hair, just long enough on top for Carlo to curl his fingers into. "Paulito," he whispered. Encouraged, Paul took the whole head in. Carlo's answering groan urged him to take the shaft in deeper. As deep as he could. His lips bumped over the small veins and Carlo's musky flavor filled Paul's senses. Carlo was as delicious as Paul had always imagined he'd be. With his other hand he palmed the heavy sac of Carlo's balls. Carlo groaned again and tightened his fingers in Paul's hair. Paul tightened his lips and sucked Carlo more. He bobbed his head up and down, faster and faster and his wildness inside unleashed itself. Each suck on Carlo's cock made his own body tingle. His cock and ass tightened, desperate for release. Paul pulled back and Carlo's cock slipped from his mouth. He looked up at Carlo's flushed face. "Carlo...I...want..." Shyness overcame him again and he lay back, legs spread, hoping that the nonverbal message would work. It did. Carlo chuckled and collapsed lightly on top of him. The studio lights had warmed their bodies as well as the heat of lust and their bare chests fused together. Paul felt like Carlo was making love to him on a sun-warmed beach. He slid his hands down Carlo's strong back of smooth muscles, down to his perfect ass. He clutched the two hard globes of muscle. Carlo answered him with a hot kiss and the push of two thick fingers inside Paul's tight hole, preparing him. Carlo pulled out his fingers. "Don't worry, Paulito, I'm safe. I wouldn't hurt you." Paul nodded, panting. "I know." Carlo moaned softly, as if Paul's trust in him was a turn on, and pushed the head of his cock, well lubricated from Paul's mouth, in. Paul groaned and gripped Carlo's ass tighter. He pulled Carlo closer and Carlo obeyed, pushed his cock in deeper...and deeper, until their bodies met. "Paulito," Carlo whispered again and plundered his lips and mouth with hot kisses. The passionate way he rode Paul and kissed him made Paul feel as if Carlo had wanted to do this for a long time. Paul tilted his head back and let his whole consciousness shrink to the feel of Carlo's hot body on top of him, his cock inside him, rubbing the soft insides of his ass with perfect strokes, Carlo's male scent and the iron quality of his lithe muscles. Carlo pushed harder, deeper, moved faster until he groaned. His body stiffened and Paul could feel Carlo's hot cum spurting inside him, filling him. Paul grasped his own cock and pumped it rapidly, wanting to come at the same time. In moments, he spilled over the edge. His cum made white ribbons of moisture that splashed on his stomach and chest. He felt the tension run out of Carlo's body just as his own climax ended. Carlo chuckled. And kissed Paul's lips. Paul laughed too. He couldn't stop. The two of them laughed together, and the sound mixed with the patter of rain outside. Paul rested his hands on Carlo's triceps. When their laughter had passed, Carlo kissed him again. Now that it was over, Paul felt afraid, afraid that this was a one-time thing. At least he'd had that. Too bad he wanted it for always. "Thank you, Paulito." Carlo kissed Paul's forehead. "I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you how I feel." Paul looked at him. "How do you feel, exactly?" His voice was timid to his own ears. When it came to Carlo, Paul felt vulnerable. He didn't care, though, because he loved Carlo. Carlo sighed. He remained above Paul, his cock still partly hard, inside him. Paul loved that and wished they could always stay this way. "Well," Carlo said in a soft voice, "I realized I was beginning to love you when I started to compare every guy I was with to you, and he never measured up. I think that's why I've never stayed with anyone. Then...yesterday when you had that photo job with those gorgeous guys, I was madly jealous. I realized I had to do something or I'd lose you. You're hot, even though you don't know it." Paul stared at him. His heart pounded and he was overcome with joy and disbelief. "Am I dreaming?" Carlo returned his gaze. His smile faded. "No, man. I love you." Paul pulled Carlo down on top of him. "I love you too," he murmured into Carlo's hair. Carlo kissed the side of Paul's neck. "I'm sorry it took so long." Paul squeezed him close and smiled. This was turning out to be the best day of his life. "Don't worry about it. I took a long time too. At least you came out and did something." Carlo rose up and looked down at him. He, too, looked really happy. "Well, it took me a long time. But at least I finally worked up the courage to take a chance." He grinned and glanced up. "Thank to that camera of yours." Paul chuckled. "Yeah. I guess a picture really is worth a thousand words." Hot Shot Carlo kissed Paul's lips again and smoothed back his hair. "Not a thousand words, Paulito. Just three." Hot Shots It wasn't something Teri normally did, get out of town. She always preferred to be the city girl over the country mouse but her decision to borrow a friends lake house for the weekend was turning out to be a great idea. The house wasn't spectacular, in fact it wasn't technically a house but a modular home which seemed to tilt to the side, unbalanced. The quiet definitely suited her with only having the sound of bugs to keep her company. It was a perfect opportunity to go out and take photographs and be a little artistic. Taking pictures had always been a past time of hers, but she never really picked it up in any serious fashion other than a hobby. Inside, there was only one bedroom and one bathroom making the description of "quaint" she was previously told, to be incredibly misleading. Slipping into some khaki shorts and an oversized t-shirt, Teri made her way outside to do a little looking around. The lake's water was calm and only rippled when the wind teased it gently. Kneeling in the sand Teri started snapping some shots of the nature that surrounded her. She really liked the array of items she was catching on film but she was having a hard time with shadow. Moving her body to the left to catch more light she noticed the shadow followed her. Turning around sharply she squinted into the sun and took in the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His jaw was very defined giving him an intimidating stance while his body was average and toned with just the right amount of chestnut brown hair. Unfortunately, his eyes were behind sunglasses making it hard to know what he was looking at but on his face there was a smirk with just a hint of sarcasm. "I'm sorry. Am I in your light?" he asked, leaning from his right to his left and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Teri really hated it when someone asked a question they already knew the answer to. She found it irritating and unnecessary, not to mention a total dick move to pull on a stranger. "Yes" Teri replied simply, standing up and brushing the sand from her knees and shins. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just about done here." "Well, if you aren't quite done, how about sitting and having a conversation with me?" He asked while taking a seat in the sand, leaning back on his palms and crossing his legs at the ankles. There was that smirk again. Teri was tempted to stay considering how amazing he looked and try as she might, she could not ignore the feeling of her core quivering with interest. Biting her lower lip she gave in and plopped down on her backside keeping the expensive camera in her lap to avoid the sand. "What do you want to talk about....?" "Kevin. My name is Kevin. And honestly, I want to know more about you. Why are you out here alone?" Kevin was really into this woman. He wasn't sure why, but when he saw her knelt down in the sand without a care in the world he couldn't help his curiosity in coming over to investigate. He's glad he listened to it too, considering the hot little package she turned out to be. Her ass had just the right amount of curve to it with a thin waist and an overflowing handful pair of breasts. The oversized shirt did nothing to hid her figure, especially in the crouched position she was in. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head and when she finally noticed him and stood up, she had legs for days. Kevin felt his cock twitch and come to life in response to this woman who hadn't so much as spoken. When she finally did speak, he could tell she was a little bitter about his interruption. Now he knew he couldn't leave her alone until he could run his tongue across the nape of her neck in order to taste her skin as well as rub the bulge in his pants against her leg. Shit, he really was a pervert. The conversation went easily enough with general discussions about how she'd come out here to get away from work for the week and that she had borrowed the place from a coworker who skimmed on the details of the accommodations. Other information passed between them such as work related topics, minor hobbies and interests and finally settling on how she would spend the remainder of her week. Kevin was a local and he knew he could offer her a pretty good sample of what the town had to offer. It certainly wasn't much, but most small towns are one in the same. Perhaps this woman intrigued him because she was new and he hadn't already slept with her. Kevin ran a quick list in his head and he knew he had sampled the very best of what the town had to offer. Even after dozens of women, he still couldn't find the woman who peaked his inner animal. The organic part of his body he wasn't able to share or express with his past conquests. Her name was Teri and to finally be able to match a name with this woman ,it was disappointingly average. He was expecting a Destiny or a Victoria instead he ended up with this incredibly sexy woman with the most boring name he could imagine. Kevin then figured she was a terrible lay but would satisfy his urge to get his rocks off while buried deep inside of her. Teri wasn't very impressed with this local guy other than his fabulous body. She could tell he was merely humoring her with drab conversation topics in order to get in her pants. She knew he wanted her, especially since she could see his pants were tighter in the front now than several minutes ago. Suddenly feeling bold, Teri posed a conversation topic of her own "How big is your cock?" Kevin almost dropped his jaw at her question. Quickly recovering he answered her "8 inches." "Show me." she demanded. He wasted no time getting up on his knees, unzipping and letting his half chub meat fall into her view. Picking up her camera she clicked it on and said "Stroke it for me." Kevin did as he was told, swiftly moving his hand into action along his thickness. As he stroked himself she started taking photos. "Squeeze up your shaft and come to a stop by holding onto just the tip, I want the blood to give your skin a purple color." Snapping another photo she reviewed it in the playback and wasn't satisfied. Something wasn't right with the photo. The cock he had was outstanding and she couldn't wait to burry it deep in her pussy, but for now she wanted to play with him and see how far he'd let her go. Leaning in closer, Teri brought her lips to the tip of his cock. Swirling her tongue along it's peak she gave it a nice shiny layer of spit. Sitting back on her ankles she snapped another photo. When viewing the playback she liked how her spit caught the light making his shade of purple really pop. Kevin almost blew his load right then and there, all over her face. He had never had a woman regard his cock with such an artistic manner. She really was turning out to impress his inner pervert. As he stroked his cock she moved around him and took photos from different angles. She even went as far as to pull down his jeans and boxers leaving his bare ass out in the open. Feeling a cool breeze on his backside he all of the sudden felt his balls fill up her warm palm. This woman was cradling his sack while he started to stroke faster. Reaching up with his free hand he removed his sunglasses and made eye contact with her. He bore his eyes into hers and with the face of a temptress she leaned in a slipped his shaft into her wet mouth. Kevin quickly let go of his cock in order to grip a fist full of hair and slam her down on his thick meat. Teri was delighted when he took charge and rammed his cock down her throat. There was a little hesitation on her part but she quickly got her gag reflex under control and let him slip his cock in and out of her mouth. She took care to rub the underside of his erection with her warm moist tongue, keeping her lips tight to drive his desire even higher. Soon he was thrusting like a piston into her mouth with a fierce and determined purpose. This wasn't something Teri would normally do, but with her free hand she reached up and handed him her camera. When he took it in his free hand she pointed to the general area where his cock was fucking her mouth. Kevin took the hint. Letting go of her hair with his other hand he started photographing shots of his dick buried to the root in her slutty cock sucking throat as well as when he pulled it almost out, leaving this plump tip still nestled in her moist mouth. After taking a few camera shots, he let her tug gently on his balls one more time while his cock was jammed down her throat before pulling out of her mouth and sitting back on his ankles. It was his turn to declare her actions. "Take off all of your clothes, slowly." As she stripped away the small amount of clothing she had on, he took pictures of her the entire time. "Stand up. Now bend down with your ass facing the camera." Teri felt the cool air on her skin while she undressed. She'd never rushed so fast to get naked in her entire life, but she kept her wits about her and went slow enough for him to get the camera angles he wanted. When he asked her to bend over she felt her core release a rush of moisture which slowly made it's way down her inner thighs. While bent over Kevin reached out and pressed a finger between her pussy lips. Giving them a little adjustment he plumped them up for a wet close-up from behind. Next, he slipped two fingers inside of her heat and she could feel her moisture soak his hand. Kevin began to thrust two fingers inside of her while his tongue roamed all around her hole, drinking whatever moisture made it past his lips. "Lay down on your back and spread your legs wide, bringing your knees up." he growled after pulling his fingers from her core and sucking them clean. When she was in position he handed her back the camera. When she had a firm grip on the device he moved forward swiftly, hooked her bent legs under his forearms and lined up his throbbing rock hard cock with her slutty hole. He teased her entrance with the tip of his pole, letting her juices coat his flesh for a quick entrance. Looking down at her she nodded for him to enter her. Wasting no time, Kevin slammed his cock viscously into her eager wet core. Hearing her scream out his name, he started thrusting like a mad-man stretching her tight pussy to accommodate his girth. His cock was fucking huge. Teri had never had one this big rip her open like a child with a new toy. She got some shots of his torso and lower abdomen so she could masturbate to later followed by some of his pole slick with her juices as he pulled out and thrust right back in. Setting the camera down on her pile of clothing Teri reached up and took hold of her tits, which were flopping at all angles in response to Kevin's onslaught. Without warning, Kevin reached down and picked her body up forcing her to straddle his hips while he moved into a sitting position. She let her tits fall onto his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck to support her balance with his new upward thrusts. The change in position hadn't slowed him down, but it did cause her pussy to drench his lap in moisture. Now his balls made a slight "slap" sound on her ass while he pounded away at her core. When he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth she moaned louder than she ever had her entire life. With that, he bit down on her nipple causing her to dig her short nails into the sensitive flesh of his upper back in preparation for the best orgasm of her life. Kevin wasn't going to last long. His balls were heavy with anticipated release and his cock needed to fill her heat with his seed. She didn't have a prayer for the stamina she was going to need to take his cum. Pumping into her faster and harder he faintly heard her announce her approaching release. He wasn't sure she could get any wetter considering he was sitting in a pool of her wanton juices while this stallion woman started to meet his thrusts to intensify her orgasm. He winced over her nipple as her nails bit into his skin forcing him to shake her tit from side to side with her nipple still firmly between his teeth. Kevin felt her core quake with her release. Her entire body went rigid and it was like fucking a piece of wood for a few short seconds before she threw her head back and screamed. She was doing it, she was actually coming all over this guy without any reservations about who he is or what will happen when he pulls out, zips up and leaves her panting in a pool of her own moisture. She knew she was being used and she didn't give a damn. Hearing his growl she braced her body for his release. Unlike her, his was silent but very aggressive. He started pumping into her roughly as his seed burst deep into her womb. Teri reached back behind herself and gave his balls a rough squeeze. "OH FUCK!" Kevin yelled as he fell back onto his back no longer able to thrust while ropes of cum flooded into her. She actually started to ride him very slowly while the rest of his juices escaped him, mixed with hers and leaked out of her body where they were joined. Looking up at her she reached over and picked up her camera. She took a photo of him collapsed in the sand. Then she lifted her body slowly off of him and captured the image of their fucking, as a warm and sticky mess. HOT SHOTS: M.I.L.F Spring Break "Blah, blah, blah blah blah" That's what Mrs. Oderkirk sounded like to me as I sat there watching the clock waiting for summer to begin. My girl Daisy had opted out of attending the last day of school and she could afford to her being a "Straight A" student and all. I could hardly wait to hit the beach and see my lady love in one of her hot little bikinis. "Shawn, are you listening to me?" "Huh?" The entire class which was all of fifteen people started laughing as I was caught off guard by a sudden question from Mrs. Oderkirk. She always seemed to be trying to bust my balls in class. I have to admit I wasn't the best student and if it wasn't for Daisy helping me out with some impromptu study sessions, I probably wouldn't have graduated. That was how we'd met when my counselor Mrs. Wiggins had scheduled me for a few tutoring sessions to shore up my grades. I was expecting some nerd to show up at study hall, but imagine my surprise when this perfect beach bunny showed instead. Daisy was a cute pixyish blonde with a toned athletic body topped off with a totally awesome set of pert enhanced C-Cup tits purchased by her equally hot mom as a pre-graduation present. Somehow Daisy was able to resist my charms telling me that she was taking the job as a favor to my counselor and keeping things strictly business. I'd started thinking of her as some kind of uptight neuter chick, but she caught me by surprise one morning as me and the guys were riding the waves down at the point. She'd shown up with two of her girlfriends and her own customized board. Being from a wealthy family Daisy had been educated abroad and spent a lot of time in Hawaii surfing the best waves in the world. That night we'd only gone to second base but the sight of her athletic, tight body had me in a fit. "Shawn, are you listening to me?" I gasped out loud earning more laughter as I suddenly found Mrs. Oderkirk staring me right in the face. "Uh, sorry ma'am guess I drifted off." "Oh it's quite alright Shawn as we all understand why you have to attend an additional week of makeup classes if you want to graduate." "WHAT?!!" ******************************************************************* "Fucking cunt!!" I yelled as I sped down the interstate on my Ducati to hook up with my girl at her house. Mrs. Oderkirk had screwed up my very planned out awesome spring break with Daisy. She sure wasn't gonna like this but maybe things could work out after all. The whole time I'd been studying with Daisy we'd never closed the deal if you know what I mean. She'd promised that we could finally get together after I'd finished finals and Mrs. Oderkirk had just informed me that I'd failed my test and would have to take a makeup test on Friday. Fuck, I figured that I could charm her into bed. Many a babe had fallen for my sad doe-eyed innocent routine. Not saying I'm a looker or nothing but I'd spent the last three years perfecting my beach bod and letting my blonde hair grow out to a nice shoulder length. I guess I was going for the rocker look and Daisy wouldn't know what hit her. Just the other day we'd been fooling around and nearly been caught by her mom. She was sitting on the sitting on the edge of her bed with her shapely legs spread wide while I was on her carpet munching her carpet. Daisy loved getting oral, but she wasn't that good at it when it was her turn to do me. She would barely lick the head of my cock while she roughly jerked me to an explosive climax all over my stomach. I guess it was kind of fucked up that she didn't like getting cum on her body and usually made me lay on my back while she jacked my dick onto my own belly. Well all of that shit was going out the window today because I was gonna finally nail her pert little ass. I'd pulled off the freeway and into the little gated community of Holmewood Heights knowing that I'd have to sneak in because before leaving school several attempts were made to call Daisy with no success. She was probably on the can, taking to one of her girlfriends or studying for some advanced placement classes she'd been babbling about for a while. After parking my bike and up against one of the seven foot walls that bordered this rich folk's community, I used it as a ladder to hop over to the other side. Most of the house here were Mc Mansions with field like back yards with Daisy's home at the end of a cul-de-sac. Her dad Steve didn't seem to like me being around all that much. Said I was an aimless drifter that he didn't wanna see bringing his daughter down. Steve was a dick and a lucky one at that because he was married to Daisy's mom Diane. Diane was what most guys my age referred to as a M.I.L.F. or "Mother I'd Like To Fuck". She was this stacked blonde with an ass to die for. The thing was just amazing and I couldn't help but stare at it when I was over to their house sometimes. As a matter of fact I knew when Steve started hating me. It had been one month ago when I come over to swim in their pool. He was on some kind of business call and dismissively answered the door waving towards the pool. I walked through the house to the pool. Diane was lying on her stomach sunning herself while her daughter completed laps. My girl, the consummate athlete didn't even seem to notice I was there but her mom did. She was laying there topless with some shades on when I heard her sultry voice call out to me asking me to rub some lotion on her back. I couldn't believe she'd ask me to do something like that in front of her daughter. Putting lotion on someone's back probably no big deal right?!! Wrong, let me describe Diane for you, eh Diane Hartford to be formal. She's a literal platinum blonde bombshell about five seven with beautiful skin, the bluest eyes and a curvy bottom heavy figure. You just had to see her long shapely honey soaked legs that were caused her prominent bottom to bounce almost to its own beat. "Ass to Kill For" was what my friend Barry called it one time when she'd come to parents night at school. I don't think she was flaunting it so much as everything she wore especially skirts seemed to be super tight. Now that afternoon I found myself rubbing Mrs. Hartford's back down with baby oil and just admiring the hell out of her figure. Daisy was oblivious to the whole thing doing her laps around the pool. She's such a jock and her dad had her working out like a beast trying to get an athletic scholarship at an Ivy League school. In hindsight she seemed completely unconcerned always laughing off my little jokes and occasionally slapping me on the back of the neck. There I was rubbing oil on her mom's back and admiring the way her hips flared out from her waist and her perfectly round butt that was covered in a really small bikini bottom. Mrs. Hartford must have known I was looking because she surprised me by asking me to rub some oil on her backside. My cock almost jumped out of my pants when she said that but I knew better than to even go there. But that ass was oh so inviting, plump and thick. Mrs. Hartford told me I was being silly and pulled the ties at the sides of her hips freeing the material and in a motherly tone told me to pull her bottoms off and massage her butt. What could I do? Mrs. Hartford had ordered me to do it and I'd always obeyed by elders. She'd already removed her top and I could see the sides of her moderately sized breasts as she lay on her stomach. The view was oh so tantalizing amigos and I poured a good handful of baby oil in my palm intending to shine Mrs. Hartford real nice. "DIANE!!" Mr. Hartford had been sitting on the balcony of his second floor den watching while taking a business call and felt that things had progressed far enough as far as he was concerned. "MOM, EEEEWWW GROSS!!" Daisy had finally stopped doing laps and noticed what was going on with a frown on her pretty face that almost made me piss myself. "I'm so high on fucking vodka and Xanax." Mrs. Hartford had laughed the whole thing off as I was shown the door with a weight bar wedged up against my neck by my enraged girlfriend. I was back over there two weeks later studying with Daisy and we'd ended up making out and dry humping until I'd splooged the crap out of my cargo shorts. Daisy kept asking me if she was hotter than her mom and I thought that was a little strange but knew the right answer. She'd been delighted at my affirmation and gave me an extremely wet hand job using lotion of course. It was kind of puzzling how Daisy was kind of a prude while her hot mom was so uninhibited. My friend Kathy the nerd always said that kids usually turn out the opposite of their parents. She's studying psychology so I guess she's right about that shit. Well here I was in front of her door and even though I didn't pass my final, I knew I'd be able to score with sweet Daisy Hartford. I teased up my wild mane of blonde hair, undid a few buttons on the old Hawaiian shirt and rang the doorbell. I was so gonna nail the fuck out of her cute bubble butt and I was already rock hard thinking about her juicy fake tits. I decided it would be funny to adjust my cock in my cargo shorts so that a tent would be apparent. "Well hello Shawn, what brings you here this afternoon?" "SHIT!!" I found myself staring at Mrs. Hartford looking hotter than ever in a white button down 50's style housedress. It was kind of thing you saw on that old television show "Leave it to Beaver" but sizzled on Mrs. Hartford's curvy body. I guess she wore something like that to hide her big butt, but I didn't mind checking it out every time I was over. "Well Shawn you're certainly welcome to use the facilities if that's what you came ten miles for." She was smiling and looking at me like I was a special needs person. "No!! No, eh Mrs. H, I came to see Daisy." I quickly corrected myself feeling like a total asshole. "I'm sorry Shawn; my daughter is out hiking with her father for the rest of the day." She was leaning against the door watching me as one of her perfect gams was on full display ending in her tiny little foot which was adorned with white heels. "REALLY?!! But we were gonna-uh, study yeah study for a test and all Mrs. H." I was so freaking bummed as it seemed Daisy had faked me out again. "Oh I really hate to see you look so disappointed darling but you know Daisy has a big track meet coming up." Mrs. Hartford sounded sympathetic and reached out caressing my shoulder. I noticed she had a beauty mark near her pouty lips and my cock stirred further in my pants. "Thanks Mrs. H its cool and all. I- I thought we had plans but I must have been wrong." "I'm sorry my daughter disappointed you Shawn but why don't you come inside for a moment. I'd like to talk to you about something." "Okay Mrs. H." "Before you come in don't you think you should adjust yourself accordingly?" I'd been checking her out and failed to notice her looking down at my package. "Oh Shit, sorry Mrs. Hartford!" "Language young man!" She corrected me and I was completely embarrassed as she stepped to the side inviting me into her home. I couldn't help but be amazed every time I came over at the palatial spread that was Daisy's house. Everything from room to room was color coordinated and Mrs. Hartford had done all of the decorating. She had some formal education and a short career in interior design before meeting her husband. The living room was a vision in white offset with silver. It looked, well heavenly to say the least and I was directed to a love seat and glass table set that looked made up for a guest. Mrs. Hartford already had a tray set up with immaculate silverware and dishes. A separate tray had some finger foods neatly displayed. "Are you expecting company Mrs. H?" "Well, it certainly is always nice to be prepared don't you think?" Her answer was a little strange to me as she sat down and patted a spot beside her for me. "Look Shawn I have something to ask you and I'm afraid I'm going to have to be very, very frank." Mrs. Hartford looked concerned and I was uneasy for some reason. "Uh, okay Mrs. Hartford shoot." "Are you having sex with my daughter?" Mrs. Hartford was looking me dead in the eye with her big blue ones and I was frozen in place for a moment. "Nuh, no Mrs. Hartford I'm not fu-having sex with Daisy." Not that I hadn't come over today with the intention of railing the snot out of her kid, but I didn't have to admit that. "You're not lying to me are you Shawn." "Mrs. Hartford, I could never lie to you." I was honest because whenever she talked to me in an authoritative manner I always did what she said. "Are you sure you're telling the truth, we both remember your indiscretion at the pool a while back and you're sitting here in front of me with a massive hard-on." She underlined her words by pointing directly at the tent in my pants. I'd been hard as steel the entire time I was in her house and had snuck a look at her butt while we walked over to the love seat. "OOOOH Sorry Mrs. Hartford!!" I quickly grabbed a couch pillow and put it over my crotch. "Now Shawn, when I brought these lovely pillows I really didn't intend on having you over to grind your big cock on them and I would appreciate it if you ceased the molestation of my furniture." She reached over tugging at the pillow, but I held fast completely mortified at the chain of events so far. "Shawn, you will release this pillow NOW!" I immediately dropped the pillow when she raised her voice. She took the pillow and dropped it beside her chair on the white rug that covered the area containing all of the furniture. "Yes Mrs. Hartford." "There is really nothing to be embarrassed about Shawn. There is no shame in admitting that you have been rutting around with my daughter. Daisy is very attractive and wanting to have intercourse all the time is natural for you young men." She leaned back in her French chair as she helped herself to a carrot stick from one of the trays. "I would like you to admit that you came over her today looking for sex with my daughter. We BOTH know you wouldn't have been so HARD looking at my tired old figure right Shawn?" "Oh no Mrs. Hartford, you one of the hottest babes I've ever-uh no, I just came over to study honest engine Mrs. Hartford." "Oh you don't like my body then young man?" "No!" "No?" She had one eyebrow raised and a wry smile on her face. "No, that's not what I meant Mrs. Hartford; all the guys think you're a M.I.L.F!! AAAH forget I said that please!! I'm humiliated enough as it is Mrs. Hartford!" I was stumbling all over my words and this was virgin territory for me. "M.I.L.F; what is that Shawn?" "Uh, please Mrs. Hartford please don't make me explain." I begged off red faced at this point. "Shawn you WILL EXPLAIN this term to me young man!" Her eyes became narrow slits as she leveled her eyes in my direction. "Well uh it's kind of like an acro-uh,acro..What's that word?" "Acronym Shawn and just what does that stand for young man?" I was twisting in the wind and she seemed to be eating it up. "Mother I'd like to Fuh-eh nothing Mrs. Hartford." "Come on Shawn you can be forthright with me. This conversation will stay between us I promise and you know that you can trust me right?" "Yes Mrs. Hartford." I dead panned knowing there was no way I was getting out of this conversation without telling her what she wanted to hear. "Well then Shawn, I do believe I asked you one simple question. What is a M.I.L.F?" "Mother I'd like to Fuck, Mrs. Hartford sorry." I was devastated sitting on that love seat trying to look at anything but Daisy's hot mom. She leaned back in her chair after pouring herself a cup of coffee and sipped it slowly watching me over the edge of the small tea cup. "Do you want to fuck me Shawn?" She casually responded as gently sat the cup down. I started coughing heavily nearly choking on my own spit while she laughed sounding girlish and playful. "NO Mrs. Hartford, I uh ... Mrs. Hartford I'm sorry, NOOOO!!" I was trying hard to regain my composure as she delighted in my awkwardness. "So what's wrong with me Shawn?" "Nothing it's just that you caught me off guard with your question. I thought you were serious for a moment." "I was being serious; do you want to FUCK me?" Mrs. Hartford was looking me directly in the eye now with a steadfast determination and I have to admit to being a little taken aback and frightened. "Come on Mrs. Hartford, you can't be serious." I reasoned as she folded one shapely leg over the other tapping her tiny foot against the ornate coffee table. Diane slowly stood silently smirking at me and undid the large belt that helped taper her dress inwards to her narrow waist tossing it in my lap. I watched as she undid the large buttons down the front of her white house dress and counted six large buttons colored the same as her frock. I found myself biting my nails as the light cotton garment floated to the white carpet nearly light as a feather. "Holy Shit Mrs. Hartford." She stood before me dressed only in her underwear which consisted of a strapless white bra and matching high waist styled panties. Her tight, toned body took my breath away from the top of her platinum blonde head to her smallish feet which I noticed had silver painted toenails. Mrs. Hartford was a dream come true with her curvy body and exaggerated wide hips. "What do you think now Shawn?" I was speechless as she closed the distance between us while I watched as she lifted her heel up and placed it lightly on my shoulder. "Undo the clasp on my heel Shawn." I silently nodded following her direction while my trembling fingers undid the small clasp. She followed this up by repeating her action with the other foot. I looked up into her eyes as she gave em a wink and turned to return to her seat. I was given a glorious view of her awesome wide bubble butt cut into three different sections by the tight fit of her panties. A good portion of her cheeks hung below her heart shaped undies and I thought that I cum right there but I didn't. "Come here Shawn." She'd resumed her seat starring as I rose from the love seat fully obeying her and not knowing why. "No Shawn, on your knees. I want you to take my shoes off." I was trembling as I fell to my knees on the carpet wondering if this was really happening to me. Mrs. Hartford was leaning back in her French chair and brought one of her feet up resting the point of her heel in the center of my chest. "Remove my heel young man." I gingerly slid the shoe off of her tiny foot repeated the action moments later with the other foot. She was sitting there like a queen on her throne and I felt completely entranced by her. Diane presented her foot to me and I cradled it in both hands like a valued treasure. I kissed the top of her foot as gently as I could causing Mrs. Hartford to moan and move about in her chair. I kissed the bottom of her foot light running my tongue across the bottom of her foot and making her giggle in a sensual tone that sent shivers to my crotch. I lost myself kissing and running my tongue over the skin of her dainty foot rubbing it against my face. "You're very good at that Shawn, now lick this." I looked up finding that she had pulled the crotch of her panties to the side exposing her sex to me. Mrs. Hartford had a beautiful tight looking pussy that had wisps of blond hair on her mound. Heck, I always knew she was a natural blonde and now here was the proof right in my face. "But Mrs. Hartford, this isn't right. I date your daughter. We could get caught and then bad stuff would happen like you getting a divorce and shit. Daisy-uh she could be hurt." It was like I wasn't even talking as she spread the lips of her pussy showing me just how wet she actually was. "Lick my pussy Shawn, NOW!!" I was startled by the harsh tone of her voice and instantly brought the flat side of my tongue against her moist lips fully taking in the flavor of her cunt. Her moans became louder as I did my best to please her not knowing how I'd ended up in this situation and desperate to please a woman who was old enough to be my mother.