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Have You Ever? Ch. 01

By: StallionKinge



I once asked a very wise man how I would know when I was in love with a girl.

"When she tells you." came the answer. So it was with Samee.

Samee and I met at a party one night. She was dressed in a little red number with mile-long legs, and tipsy enough to be cute without being trampy. We gravitated together, and spent the evening with my arm around her and her arm around me, under my jacket. "You were so warm," she said.

Our first date was lunch, actually. She was seeing a much older man, and I was, well...at loose ends. It wasn't long before she "found" a Saturday night available, and we went to the movies. It was a terribly artsy flick, which is to say it was terrible. I didn't care, I was with her, or more properly, she was with me.

After the show, I offered to show her my studio. She had never dated a photographer before, and told me she had done some modeling. "I was in this big fur coat in the middle of July, with nothing on underneath because it was so hot!" Ah, advanced advertising deadlines: you always shoot the Christmas stuff in July, and the summer stuff in December. It's actually easier to shoot the Christmas stuff, because you can get it all year. Fourth of July props are nonexistent in the middle of the winter. Still, the thought of her naked underneath a fur coat...

My studio was in a new office complex in the swankiest part of town. Late at night it was totally silent and deserted, which was when I liked to photograph girls naked. You could play the stereo as loud as you wanted and no one complained. Besides, girls get more turned on near midnight than at noon anyway, and it shows on film.

Samee flung her arms wide and twirled in the middle of the camera room, the sheer open volume was as big as a theater stage. I went to the refrigerator and pulled a bottle of wine, then switched on the sound to give her something to dance to.

"Do you really take pictures of naked women?" she gushed, as she "fell" into my arms.

"As often as I can." I said, and kissed her quickly, a peck on the lips.

She got an intense look on her face and deliberately kissed back, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling herself against me as hard as she could.

"Would you photograph me naked?" she whispered.

"Any time you wish." (Like I'm going to say `no.')

She backed away, and lowered her horns at me, her eyes intense in mine. "I have silver-dollar size nipples." she said. "Pink."

"Okay, show me!" I challenged.

She didn't answer, but put down her glass and shucked off her coat (it was a cold October night). She began to unbutton her blouse, and unsnapped her front-snap bra. She then jerked them open like Superman does when he's looking for a phone booth.

Her breasts were perky, firm, and medium-sized. The kind that will still be fresh when she's old, instead of all saggy and droopy from gravity, and yes, she did have silver-dollar sized nipples, puffy and smooth. More coral-colored than pink, but who am I to argue?

Slowly, I began to move towards her. "Wait!" she exclaimed. "Fair is fair. What have you got?"

She's right, y'know. I put the bottle down and took off my jacket, then my tie, and undid my shirt and shucked it off. Lastly, I pulled my undershirt over my head, hoping my hair would come out properly tousled.

Apparently it did. Samee cocked her head and appraised me with a discerning eye. "Nice pects!" she said. "What else you got?"

I paused a minute to let the last hover in the air between us. "Why don't you come and find out for yourself?" I asked, my eyes boring back into hers.

Samee strutted close, and began to undo my belt, then my zipper. Obviously she had done this before. Good. I never could figure out all the excitement over virgins, because they couldn't know shit about how to reallyreallyreally fuck!

After loosening my trousers, she slipped her hands inside the waistband of my briefs and slid them down my flanks, her fingers gliding against my bare skin as she stripped my clothes from me. Not surprisingly, I was completely hard, and my cock bounced up like a diving board when freed. Another few inches and my clothes lay in a heap around my ankles, and she was kneeling before me.

Samee looked up at me with a wicked look in her eyes, and began to make her move, but "Not so fast!" I said. "Fair is fair. What have you got?"

She smiled, and nodded slowly, acknowledging the checkmate. Without a word, she stood and walked to the middle of the set area, turned and struck a pose. She then looked around at the studio lights in a purposeful way, and looked back at me with a quizzical look.

It took me a second, then I realized she was a true model. She knew to insist on the right lighting to set the mood. I quickly hit the lightboard switches and swung a few lamps into position, then killed the glaring work lights.

The music was romantic, not slamming. Just right to move to. Samee began to strip, swaying her hips and breasts to the tempo. Off came the blouse, the bra followed. That was almost a pity, because it had been pushing up her tits so deliciously. In the minutes that followed she peeled off the rest of her garments, one at a time, stretching out the drama with each piece of cloth. Spying a prop chair in the corner, she dragged it to center stage and removed her stockings, but put the stilettos back on. Now that's a real pro!

Samee got lost in her own world, dancing naked before me. I could tell she was really into what she was doing, which was seducing me. She was like liquid the way she would sway her hips, her breasts swayed instead of jiggled. Her legs were perfection, and her arms were as slender banners, streaming in the wind.

I changed the lighting from white to pink, with yellow and blue "kickers," side lights that rimmed her body against the darker background. She began to "worship" the center spotlight, and play to it, all the better to show off with.

She motioned me to join her.

Together, we circled each other, eyes locked together. Languidly, she wrapped a wrist behind my neck and bent backward. I slipped my hand around to the small of her back for support. One eyebrow went up, saying: "Ah-ha! You do know how to dance." I think I scored a point.

Her hips were flat against mine, and the heat was intense, but then the music changed to a harder-charging number, and she broke apart, dancing harder in time. This time she was pure carnality, squeezing her tits at me, bending over with her ass in my face, shaking her shoulders to jiggle her tits for me. A stripper in my own private titty-bar.

She grabbed my cock and pulled me to her, kissing me hard and long. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her against me, our bodies crushed together. Breaking apart, she turned her back to me and ground her ass against my cock, bending over and looking back over her shoulder as she did to watch my reaction. I grabbed her fine hips and humped her back.

More wine, more dancing, and a white leather prop chaise lounge. I changed the kickers to dark red and killed the center spot. We were now two statues, visible only in outline. Samee lay back on the lounge, gulping her wine, her legs wide apart. There is no misinterpreting that signal. I knelt on the floor beside her and began to kiss and lick her fragrant, moist cunt.

A sigh and a groan. She was definitely in heat. A few minutes of tongue and she let go, her hand behind my head, pulling me hard against her mound. I felt a gush of girljuice splash against my mouth and dribble down my chin.

I moved up beside her, not exactly an easy thing to do on a chaise, but we managed. Her body was so hot against mine as we necked. I felt her reach for my cock and begin to jack it, I reached for her cunt and began to diddle her button. She stiffened as the feeling began to heat up, and stopped jacking me as I drilled her clit harder and harder until she climaxed again, with a little bark.

I only stopped for a moment, then moved to the back of her slit and began to stir her honeypot. She was gushing wet, and in a moment I began to work my middle finger inside. Samee arched her back and went breathless as I probed, finally squeaking a tiny grunt as I hit bottom. I stopped still for a moment and let her relax, then began circling around inside, and flicking her little inside mouth of a cervix like a guitar string.

That did it. She arched and came again, howling and gasping for breath. This time when she came down she attacked me like a lioness, and we fell off the chaise onto the studio floor. Owch!

She was berserk! She clawed, she bit, she sucked, she jacked...she was all over me. Yeah! She swung around and smashed her cunt down on my mouth and went for my cock.

"Fuck, I want COCK! I want all the cock you got, boy. Get it good and hard, `cause I want to suck you dry. You wanna eat my pussy, hmm? C'mon, eat my pussy stud boy! Yeah...yeah, that's it. Tongue my clit. Eat me! Eat me! EAT MEEEEEE...!" And with that she flew over the edge again, practically drowning me in her juices.

She had sat up straight for that last cum, now she flopped back down on me (OOF!) and devoured my shaft again, all the way to the bottom, then pulled hard back. Fortunately, I don't mind if a girl tears my cock out by the roots, if she's doing it with her mouth. Back down she went, back out she pulled. Down, back, down again, back again. Then she let go.

I opened my eyes to see what had happened, and watched her get up and position herself over me. "Bring your knees up." she said, then squatted down and impaled herself on my dick, driving me in in one stroke.

Our eyes met again and she began to piston herself up and down. I reached for her tits and squeezed to my heart's content. Apparently to hers as well. She dropped her head back and moaned her pleasure as we coupled.

Once inside a woman I tend to be right on the edge, but Samee knew her stuff. She got off before I could explode, turned around reverse-cowgirl, and got back on. Now I'm grabbing her ass and riding a sort of doggiestyle, watching the muscles in her back flex as she rode. This time there was no turning back, and I began to grunt and gasp as we neared the peak.

"Yeah, c'mon boy, fuck my cunt! Gimme that cock! Ride me! Fuck me! Fuck me HARD! I wanna cum! Yeah! Fuck me! Shoot that hot cream into me! I wanna feel you cum! C'mon...yeah...yeah, that's it! That's IT! YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Geeze, what a pottymouth! I'm thinking "jackpot!" I finally let go and shot what felt like a quart of cum into her. She was holding back too, waiting for the moment, and we both exploded like a July fourth fireworks show.

After a minute or two, I went soft and fell out. Samee shrieked like she had been goosed, and we both started giggling like kids who had gotten away with something. She crawled around, straddled me again and lay down on my chest, face to face.

"Did you get the shot?" she asked. Uh-ohhh!

Have You Ever? Ch. 02



Samee and I had been at it for months, almost nonstop.

We were living in the apartment above my studio. She would come from work and we'd screw each other's brains out before fixing supper, or I'd come home from a location assignment and we'd screw each other's brains...you get the picture.

Ah, that wonderful, blissful, happy/crazy time when you're first falling in love with one another. We were young, we were beautiful, we were what everyone else wanted to be.

Samee and I were both flirts, only she looked a lot better in a dress with lots of skin showing, and she loved to show it. Waitaminnit, I don't wear dresses, okay? `Cept maybe that time I was in that charity show, but that was for laughs. We all had beards and wore combat boots with those gingham dresses, you get the picture? End of story!

Anyway, one night we were with our gang of pals in a bistro, drinking wine and making each other laugh loud enough to almost be heard over the rest of the crowd noise. I looked at Sam across the table and marveled at how stupendously pretty she was, with her hair sleeked back and her eyes made up to suit. Her lips were giant polished rubies with that glossy glitter lipstick one of my clients made. Her pearl-white skin was split with cleavage up to her throat because of that lacy red push-up bra that another of my clients made, and the dress—another fire red number—was the prototype for a design that would sell by the gazillions for $29.95 at Wally-Martin's next season. But this one was handmade by one of the biggest designers in the world, and cost almost as much as I would make in a month. I felt a little sorry for the women who would be buying that dress, thinking it would make them look like...her, but would never on their best day come anywhere near that level of perfection.

...And she was mine!

Sam knew I was gazing at her. She turned her head and caught my eye, then flashed me one of her special smiles, the one reserved for me alone. I could feel my molars melt. I knew every other man in the room envied me for having her, and half the women in the room wished they were her. The other half hated her guts. Tough.

Later, I could see her looking off elsewhere. Surreptitiously, I followed her gaze and saw an older man sitting at a far table with his wife. They were getting on in years and had lost whatever youthfulness they had once had years ago, but still comfortable with each other. Sam had caught his eye, and picked up her liqueur glass. Slowly, sensuously, she ran the tip of her tongue around the rim before tossing back the Kaluha, never breaking contact with her "mouse." Catlike, she put the glass down on the table and turned back to us. I could see the man by reflection in the street window glass as he sighed and deflated. His wife, her back to us all the time, continued to talk nonstop, oblivious to what had just happened. That man would remember this night until the day he died. Of that I am certain.

One of our pals at table was in the chair next to Sam. Anna was another of those wonderfully sexy catwomen that just seem to have a sexual magnetic field about them. The remarkable thing is that she and Samee were such, uh bosom buddies? Yeah, that's the term all right.

The first time we had met Anna she was naked. She was a sculptor and artist, and I needed a particular sculpture made for a shoot I was working on, one that had to match the live model I was using. Anna liked to be naked all the time, and was rather brazen about it. Sam and I had arrived at her studio just as she was finishing a clay model for another client. Since we were new to each other at the time, and had accidentally come upon her by surprise (the door was unlocked, and no one answered when we called out), she shrieked a little and dashed for a robe that was in the next room. Her body was splattered with gray clay, all wet and runny. All over. There too. It was delightful.

Where Sam was slender like a dancer, Anna was round and curved. Her breasts were melonlike, with huge nipples, big as dinner plates. Her hips were wide, her thighs and calves were large, but exceedingly well-shaped. Hers was the type of body one thought of when hearing the phrase "Earth Mother." She wasn't fat, she was just big and built. Trust me on this, I know these things.

That was a couple of years ago. Over time, Sam and I got the impression that Anna also had something of a voracious sexual appetite as well. Several times when we visited her studio she wasn't the only person there who was naked, which isn't all that unusual for an artist portraying the human figure, but it was pretty clear that there was more than just modeling going on.

Sam, of course, was getting all the lowdown whenever those two met for coffee, which was often. She learned that Anna went both ways, with several at a time whenever possible. Sam was beginning to feel left out, like we weren't getting invited to the party.

"I know how to fix that." I said.

"How?"

"Why don't we do a shoot?"

A smile flowed over Samee's face. I could tell I had a winner.

We invited Anna over to our studio on a Saturday, and told her to only wear a big tent dress or something, so that there wouldn't be any elastic marks. We didn't have to tell her to shave. We already had seen that that was something she did anyway.

I don't do porn. I do erotica. There's a difference. Porn tends to be flat lighting and unflattering poses. I want my images to set fire to the paper they're printed on. I chose a dark background and set all my lamps close to the floor, shooting upward, rimming their figures with color light, but leaving the middle areas on the front in the dark.

Next was ambiance. Once again the sound, and champagne for all. The girls undressed and stretched and bent to tone up. Sam began to dance to the music, and Anna likewise, bumping hips in time to the music, and twirling around. I was suddenly sorry I didn't do video so that I could capture and save these beautiful images of two naked women in motion. Sigh!

For the first pose, I had Anna stand flat to the camera, her legs spread apart. I made a hole in a sheet of background paper, hung it behind her, and had Sam reach through the hole, between Anna's legs, and cup her sex with her hand. Anna's skin was dark from all the tanning she did whenever she went to her favorite nude beach; Samee's hand was pale white, with long oval nails painted bright-bright red. I put a narrow-angle spot straight overhead to show Anna's torso, with Samee's hand a sort of "surprise pubic bush." Frame it for Anna's torso and shoot.

In between exposures, I saw Sam rub Anna's puss a little. Anna obviously knew what was happening. Sam must have broached the subject at lunch the day before. Still, I could see that Anna was getting a little worked up, having to maintain the pose while getting her slit rubbed. Poor girl! Between takes, Samee was manipulating Anna's vulva, and tapping her clit with her fingers. It was devilish fun, watching Anna's discomfort through all this.

I brought Samee out from behind, and changed backgrounds and lighting to high-white. I gave Anna some lipstick that I knew would make a good mark, and had her kiss Samee's tit hard enough to leave red lipmarks on her nipple. That kind of got Samee back a little for the fingering, and even though you usually get the best example from the first effort when you're setting up a shot, I tenderly wiped Sam's breast off a half-dozen times and had Anna repeat the kiss to "try it again, that last one still wasn't right." Sam knew what I was doing, but Anna didn't. I wanted these bitches hot! It was working, too.

Normally in a nude shoot you don't touch the model at all, or if you do it's only to brush away a stray hair or dust on a little makeup over an unwanted spot. This makes nude photography actually quite sterile and boring after a while. Even when you're alone with your lover for a model, by the time you go through all the adjustments that get the shot right you're usually so drained and exhausted when it's over that sex is the last thing on your mind(s). By going to high-white I had changed to big box lights that didn't cast shadows at all and needed no further aiming, and as long as our feet didn't make footprints on the floor we were all set just to pose and shoot.

I put Samee up on a posing block so she could look over Anna's shoulder, and helped her scoop up Anna's huge tits. Anna instinctively touched Samee's hands and they locked eyes [FLASH!]. I helped Anna place her hands on Samee's bare hips, which just showed behind hers [FLASH!]. I had both stand side-by-side, facing away, and placed Sam's hand on Anna's butt. Sure, I could have just told her to do that, but it was more fun this way. Again, frame close and [FLASH!].

I had helped Anna pose by pulling her arms straight up and telling her to hold there. Through the viewfinder, I could see that Anna had brought one hand down, and was reaching across to squeeze Sam's breast. Okay, things are going well!

"Can I take my arm down now?" Anna asked after half a dozen shots.

"Sure. I've got that pose now, anyway." I said. I handed her another glass of champagne. She drank it, her eyes watching me over the rim of the glass.

"Hey!" she said, the champagne having its effect. "How come we're naked and you're not?"

I looked down and y'know...she was right! I put down the camera and backed away a little, realizing that even though I had seen a thousand strippers, I didn't know how to strip! I took another glassful of Dom and began to move to the music. I tried to be smooth and fluid about it, but both girls started giggling at my efforts. Even athletic guys are clumsy oafs compared to women. Finally, Anna turned to Sam and said: "Let's go help him."

Sam and Anna wiggled over to me and even though all three of us were buzzed, we managed to peel off my shirt, jeans, and even my cowboy boots with the beat without falling flat of our cans.

At this point, further pictures were the farthest things from our minds.

I held two beautiful women in my arms. To beautiful naked women in my arms. They pressed against me, and I held them even closer. Samee kissed me, then I kissed Anna. Anna and Sam then kissed each other, a most beautiful sight. I began kissing Anna's shoulders, which pleased her, judging by the purring sound she made. I could tell that Sam was stroking Anna's breasts, while Anna stroked my cock.

This time it was no chaise lounge, I had arranged a nest of cushions and carpets in one corner of the studio, over six feet on a side. I had already lit it with color lights that were plugged through a board that changed the color set at random every few minutes. We knelt together, and I moved behind Anna, placing my cock in the crack of her ass and pressing close, squeezing her breasts.

She loved that. She let out a great sigh and lay her head back upon my shoulder, as Sam kissed her shoulders and moved down to her nipples. I moved my hands under Anna's breasts and lifted them together for Sam to enjoy.

Sam sucked on Anna's breasts like a baby, and Anna groaned her pleasure. I suddenly realized that for a woman who had never been with another woman, Sam was working Anna like a pro. Maybe it something anyone can do, given the right motivation. I thought about what it would be like for me, to go down on another man, to handle a cock and balls belonging to someone else, and figured that I probably could do a credible job without any prior experience. Have to try that some day. It would only be fair. Do girls get turned on by seeing boys do each other too?

I dropped my right hand down between Anna's legs, but found Samee's hand already there, working her magic on Anna's slit. Anna began to breathe in quick, short breaths, stiffened, and then relaxed, releasing a gush of breath with her afterglow. I could smell her musk, as Sam's fingers became coated with her honey. Score!

Sam leaned over Anna's shoulder and began to deep-kiss me, and Anna turned her head to kiss Sam's cheek. We parted and let Anna turn to us and went back to necking again, a writhing kaleidoscope of lips and tongues. Hands flew across bodies, stroking, squeezing. Tits, cock, asses, balls, cunts...nothing was left explored.

I dove into Anna's generous cleavage, and this time Sam held them up for me. I looked up to see them frenching, and I reached for Sam's pussy, careful to stir her nether lips gently at first, all the better to release her wetness. I was rewarded with that slick, creamy warmth, and gently pushed a finger into her. She stiffened and groaned into Anna's mouth, never breaking their kiss as I hit bottom.

Anna was even more sensitive to this than Sam was, for when I did the same to her she broke apart, gasping and clinging to Sam. "O-kayyy, let's see how you like this, ladies!" I thought, as I began to withdraw and plunge my fingers into their dripping cunts.

I am told that women's cycles will eventually synchronize if they are confined together for long enough. A similar phenomenon evidently manifests itself when they are being fucked. Sam and Anna clung to each other for support as I fingered them, their breathing, then their panting, then their moaning coming in rhythm together as they began cumming. When one sparked, the other caught fire, and both cried out together, their thighs trembling with the shock.

My fingers slipped out when they both collapsed onto the cushions, and they clung to each other, smashing their tits together in feminine embrace. I never felt harder in my life, watching my two women before me. They noticed, too.

"I want some man-cock!" Anna snarled, staring straight at my throbbing dick. Samee, obviously agreeing with the sentiment, said: "Let's get him!"

It's times like this that you learn what you're made of. I learned I was made out of something that absolutely, positively cannot withstand the assault of two determined nymphomaniacs. They rose from the floor like a pair of lionesses closing in for the kill. Those two tackled me, and before I knew it I had a pussy in my mouth and a mouth on my cock. Since the pussy (which one? I don't know) was turned away from me, it could have been either one pulling on my balls. They passed my cock back and forth, one sucking, the other jacking, then one jacking, the other sucking, then both sucking, both jacking. I was being...womanhandled!

The cunt in my mouth was replaced with another, and I looked up to see Samee towering over me, her tits swaying with her wiggling, trying to grind her pussy harder into my face. I managed to get my arms up and grabbed her breasts and squeezed as much as I wanted, which only made her louder. I felt my cock being positioned, and Anna impaled herself on my rod. Reflexively I thrust up into her, which brought out a yelp. She settled into an up-and-down rhythm, sliding on my shaft. Sam leaned back, putting her hands on my chest for support and arched her back, the better with which to drive her cunt down harder. I saw her Anna wrap her arms around her, and they went at kissing again as those two rode me for their pleasure.

Anna was as noisy and as much a dirty girl as Sam. The two seemed to be competing to see who could spout the lewdest words: "Oh yeah, fuck my cunt!" "You hear her, cock boy? Fuck her!" "C'mere, bitch! Kiss me!" A couple of seconds of silence, punctuated by the smacking sounds of lips sucking and hot breath blowing, then: "Oh yeah, I love cock! I love cock in my pussy!" "Ride that cock, bitch! Ride him hard!" "Yeah I'm gonna fuck this cock! C'mon boy, shoot that load! I wanna feel you shoot that load in me."

...Or something like that. I'm kind of paraphrasing here, I really didn't have time to get all this down on paper at the time, y'know.

"You gonna eat me, fuckboy? You gonna make me cum? Huh? That's it, suck my clit. Eat my cunt!"

"I...fuck...MANCOCK!" Anna was clearly losing it now.

The release almost killed me. Anna gets rough when she really cums. I thought she would break my cock, she rode me so hard. It was like she was on a trampoline. I tried to hold her by her hips and get some control of things, but then Anna climaxed with a groan so deep it made the floor rumble, I let go shooting my load like she wanted, and Sam followed suit, gushing all over my face, screaming as if she were being murdered. I could have drowned!

Spent, we collapsed together, a quivering pile of very happy friends.

Very happy. And SORE!

We coupled every which way that weekend. Anna also likes it doggystyle, Sam learned to suck me off all the way, they ate and fingered each other until they were both raw, and both of them held a seminar to teach me how to eat pussy like a lesbian. It was almost a shame to part on Sunday night, but we're only a couple of blocks away from each other. There'll be more times.



Have You Ever? Ch. 03



I had reached that pinnacle where I could indulge myself with photo shoots that I dreamed up, instead of a client dictating everything, and still sell them somewhere. In this case, it came to me one night about using a white cyclorama background, with white plaster statues interspersed with nude models painted white.

Anna happened to have made molds of most of the statues she had made, so it was a simple matter of pouring about a ton of plaster and trucking the finished statues over to my studio for her. I handpicked the models from an agency that specializes in clients doing nude or erotic shoots, so no one would get weird on us.

The shoot went well. I wanted all the elements crowded together so that only models and statues filled the frame, and the only difference between statues and people was the eyes.

The models had to get painted from head to toe, including privates. Sammee and Anna were having a grand time with this job. I had made it clear that everything had to be completely painted, because I didn't want to have to stop in the middle of a setup and retouch someone's paint job because the skin was showing through. White wigs for all made the look complete.

There was a little intramural touching going on among the models too, as everyone got into the concept. I had to stop a couple of the girls from rubbing their tits together because it would mess up the paint. Out of a corner of my eye I saw a couple of boys about to do the same thing with their cocks, but they backed away when they saw me bark at the girls.

Keeping the boys from getting hard wasn't as much a problem as you might expect, but some of them were a little aroused-looking. I was too, but I was still wearing jeans and a shirt, so who could tell? Nudity by itself isn't all that titillating (now there's a word with a built-in double-entendre: tit-illating!), it's when one's body motions communicate a willingness and desire to mate that send the temperature up the scale.

My shoots tend to go pretty fast once I start working, since I always try to work out all the details in my head in advance. A shoot that goes more than a few minutes tends to get stale, and usually the first exposure is "the" one. I knew I had the image I wanted, and I dismissed the cast to the showers.

My studio is a big barn of a building, designed to handle sets the size of theater stage. I often work with several models at a time, so the dressing rooms have big locker-room size showers. I was busy striking the set and straightening up when I heard someone turn the stereo up loud back there, and a lot of laughing, guy-grunting and girl-squealing going on. It didn't take much to figure out what was going on.

Suddenly, Sam and Anna appeared all naked, and grabbed me. "You've got to come see this!" Anna said, and Sammee started pulling my clothes off.

I left a trail of garments across the camera room floor heading towards the dressing rooms, and stopped at the door to pull off my shoes. Anna went on ahead, that fine body of hers swaying to and fro as women's bodies do when they walk, and as she turned the corner to the shower she smiled, raised her arms and was met by a stud with the biggest rock-hard cock I've ever seen! His paint had only washed about half-way off, so he looked rather gruesome, but his skin was dark, and the contrast was striking. He glistened wet, and I got to thinking about another shoot, maybe on a black cyclorama this time, with only dark models, all in baby oil, with kicker lights only. Hmmm...!

Sammee grabbed my now stiff boner and pulled me like a wagon to the shower. Inside was a sight never to be forgotten! Everybody was doing everybody under the sprays. There were couples, trios, and quartets, and probably would have been quintets and sextets (there's another double-entendre for you) if there had been enough people. Some girls were doing girls, and some guys were doing guys. I watched fascinated as one guy sucked down a cock that was as big as a fireplug. Not long, mind you, but big around. The sucker's jaw was wide open to accept this monster, and he licked and sucked the uncircumcised head until it pushed all the way out.

Over in another corner, two of the girls were soaping a third, as a couple of guys watched, pumping their cocks to stay hard. The girls kept glancing at the guys' crotches as they stroked and pampered their toy girl, who was totally blissed-out and not looking at anyone.

Under the spray in the middle there were a few couples of both sexes making out, their hands probing, stroking, touching all over. Occasionally one couple would bump into another, and the mix would change. Maybe a girl would reach for the other girl, maybe the two couples would merge into a quartet. Everything was in flux, kind of like the way a lava lamp changes.

Sammee pulled me over to a couple we knew from other photo shoots. Jeff was a hunky guy, and a natural blonde. His face was buried in Susan's cleavage, and she was somewhere beyond the orbit of Neptune, judging by the look on her face. Sammee touched Susan's cheek, and Susan awoke, smiled, and welcomed Sam's kiss.

I figured that fair was fair, and that maybe this was my time to try something new myself. I stroked Jeff's back and buttocks, which brought a grunt of approval from deep in Susan's tits, and then reached between his legs for his package.

When you've got the same apparatus, you instinctively know how to operate the mechanism. I pulled down on his nutsack, I pressed my palm up against his crotch and squeezed his balls. I reached in from the front and jacked his already hard cock. It finally got through to him that whoever it was that was manipulating him was doing it differently (girls are so dainty about handling a guy's stuff). He turned his head away from Susan's fine breasts and looked over his shoulder. It surprised him to see me doing the work, but he made a face like "okay!" and went back to servicing Susan.

Susan had ideas of her own, and they included me. Sammee was behind her, kissing her shoulders and lips when Susan turned her head back, but now she reached for me. Our lips crashed together in the urgency of our heat. I'd been wanting to kiss on her ever since I first saw her. She was raven-haired and bright blue-eyed, a combination I've always had a weakness for. A tiny little bird, her breasts were rounded, with little cone nipples that pointed upward. Jeff had had his turn with them, now I wanted some. 

Jeff moved over for me, and we both sucked on her nipples at once, which drew a gasp from her that welled up from deep within. Susan stiffened and went up on her toes, falling back against Sammee for support as Jeff and I nursed at her nips. I reached for her slit, and got there a second before Jeff did, his hand touching my fingers as I parted her nether lips, searching for her nub. She cried out when I found it, and moaned to a climax, which set off some of the other girls in the room.

Breaking away for air, I meant to pay attention to Sammee, but she had been replaced by a redheaded girl with more than a passing resemblance to Cher. I moved to her, just as I felt a firm hand on my cock, and knew instantly that Jeff was returning the favor. It was wonderful kissing on Cher while getting jacked hard like I do myself. Jeff changed his approach and sucked me down all the way, his hot mouth vacuuming me harder than I had ever been sucked before. Indescribable!

"Cher's" body was slender and tight, with small round breasts, kind of like upside-down bowls, each topped with a smooth cherry nipple. Her cunt looked sort of like a pecan. I thought it was adorable, and stroked it gently. She dropped her head back and began to breathe harder as the flame between her legs grew. She changed her stance, widening her legs, the message clear that she wanted more.

I stroked her labia, and opened her flower. She was wet with excitement. At that moment, I felt soapy water splash over us, and looked to see that we had been joined by another couple, who were washing us. The soap made us slick and glossy, and their hands were everywhere: our shoulders, our breasts, our butts, our cracks. I know a lot of people think that buttcracks are nasty, but I love having mine stroked and fingered, especially with baby oil. Soapy water will work in a pinch too.

Cher turned around and offered her ass to me, a signal that could not be mistaken or ignored. I felt a hand go between my legs and grab my balls and cock and hold me in the right position for mating. A couple of the others held my body in position and pushed me gently towards my prize. Susan reached and opened Cher's slit, and guided my cockhead home.

Nature and instinct took over as I coupled with her. She was so ready I slid all the way in with my first stroke. I had to pause for a moment to regain my equilibrium. I realized the room had gone sort of quiet, and that all eyes were on us. We were surrounded by a wall of naked people, all waiting. I thought: "let's give them a show!" I began to withdraw from Cher's wet cunt, ever so slowly, and then thrust in again, which brought a moan from my partner. I held for a moment, then withdrew again. This time she moaned a little "oh yeah!" until I reached apogee, and then plunged again, this time harder.

That brought an even louder moan. The hand between my legs began to squeeze and manipulate my balls around, which only made me harder. I began to thrust and withdraw a little faster, like a steam locomotive as it picks up speed.

Cher began to grunt to my thrusts: "Yeah...yeah...yeah! C'mon...c'mon...c'mon..." Then she began to speak: "Do me! Yeah, shove that cock in me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me hard! Fuck my cunt! I want you to fuck my cunt! Fuck...fuck...fuck..."

Normally, I'm kind of quiet when I have sex. Except at the end, when I may grunt some, I'm too busy focusing on the task at hand. This time was different. If I recall correctly, I was barking inarticulate grunts along the lines of "HUH! HUH! HUH!" with each stroke. It was like the Twentieth Century Limited, leaving on track nine. The rest of the crowd took up the chant: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" All around I saw cocks jacking, and nubs frigging. Everyone was joining in this fuckfest, watching us coupling.  

Cher was beginning to get frantic, trembling at the edge, desperate for me to let go and finish her off: "C'mon, baby. Give it to me! Are you ready? Shoot me that white cream! I need it! I wanna cum! Please! C'mon, baby! C'mon...c'mon...c'mon..."

Vesuvius erupting. The Apollo Saturn V lifting off. Any exploding building scene from an action movie, A catapult-launch from the Enterprise. The guns of Naverone. The hand between my legs suddenly grabbed my testicles tight and pressed up against my crotch like a bicycle seat, and I let go and came with greater force than ever before or since. Cher felt me shoot my spunk into her and that triggered her climax. Judging by the sound, I was murdering her, she cried out so. The crowd around began to cum as well, and we were showered by squirts of jism from all sides, as a dozen cocks all shot their loads. Everyone was moaning, groaning, grunting in heat and rut.

As we came back down I held to my prize by lying across her back and wrapping my arms around her waist. As always, I suddenly went limp, and my cock slipped out of her sopping cunt. I got all wobbly in the knees, and someone with presence of mind brought a metal chair from the makeup room. I crashed down, and Cher collapsed on my lap, her body hot against mine. We kissed and fondled in the afterglow, as did all the others in the room, now quiet as the party began to break up. For a brief non sequitur moment I thought of my water bill. Aw, what the hell. We've got to do this more often!

Anna and Sammee suddenly appeared on either side of us, hands on hips. "When's our turn?" they asked. I looked at Cher, she looked at me...