0 comments/ 277514 views/ 6 favorites Photo Op By: C Steph and I (my name is Luther, but she calls me "Luce," for "Lucifer"-she always says I have the devil in me ) have always been close, closer than a lot of brothers and sisters. She's two years, almost to the day, older than I-Mother died giving birth to me, I don't quite know why, 'cause I wasn't a big baby, but then, Dad never explained. He certainly did his best to raise us right, taking good care that we were buddies, did our share of work around the house, earned our allowances, and also made as certain as possible, on his fairly decent salary, that he put enough by to send us both to college if we wanted to go, and knew what we wanted when we got there. That's hard for a youngster, let alone a teenager, to decide, you know? Well, when Sis and I got to be about fifteen and thirteen, she got an awful illness which put her back in school a year before she could recover. I had, meanwhile, been put ahead a grade in elementary school, so I had only been a year behind her in grade; now I was in her class I kidded her just a little bit about that, until I found that doing it made us both uncomfortable. We each had various friends, not all the same by any means, and I had a few girl-friends, while she was mobbed with boy-friends. Steph had a hard time deciding who to go with and where, sometimes. She played it pretty smart, though, when she returned to school after her long illness. (Now, she'd been tutored- Dad saw to that -and she was nearly up to speed with our grade), and did not go with any "steady." Neither did I, but we both had nice, companionable dates (good dancers, too) for Homecoming, the "Harvest Ball," it was called at our school. The rest of our senior year seemed to scoot by, what with SATs and ACTs, the Regency Exams-real bitches, those were-and getting all our applications and FAFSAs lined up. We both had decent SAT scores (1300s). When it came time for the Junior-Senior Prom, we each pretty much had to get "last minute" dates, and neither of us did too badly. By that time, though, we were both looking more towards who we'd be with in college and no longer feeling much of anything for our classmates. Snobby, nasty, call it what you want, but that's honestly how we-and a lot of others-had begun to feel. Except toward each other I don't know what it was, but as our graduation day got closer, and the prospect of going off to different colleges after the Summer drew closer, so did we. All through our high school years, and while Sis was convalescing at home, we'd done a lot of talking, about this, that and the other, but towards graduation-which was a month after the Prom-we began talking about how much we would miss each other after the all too short Summer. We had always been a bit demonstrative toward each other in private, so while we talked, sometimes, we would sit side by side and hold each other by the shoulder or the waist. We kissed each other goodnight, too, after we'd said goodnight to Dad-Stephanie kissed him, naturally-and went to bed usually feeling all the better for it. Back before we began growing hair on our pubes-Steph naturally before I-we'd taken baths and showers together, too, and Dad never told us not to, he just said it would not be a good idea. He was right, 'cause at that time of our lives, we'd pinch and hit more than we'd do anything else, and Steph had a habit of grabbing my little weenie and twisting it so it hurt like hell Anyhow, after all that background, toward the end of Summer, what happened was this: "Steph, you know I don't have a photo of you to take to college, don't you?" "You don't? Judas, you're right, we've hardly ever taken pictures of each other since we were small and Dad took 'em all Have you a camera?" "Yeah, but it's a digital. I'd kinda like to get a pin-up of you-maybe I'll brag about the good looking girlfriend I have with my roomies " I was kidding, but somehow the idea took root in Stephanie's mind and she gave me a real witchy smile. "O K, brud I'll give you a couple a real good poses, how about?" "Sure, when?" "We-ell. Dad'll be pissed if we take pictures of each other and not of him, you know..." "Yeah, but I've taken some of him already. I just need to take a couple...if that's O K...of you." "Sure. You want me to take a couple of you?-I wouldn't mind having something to remember you by, either, Luce " "S'all right by me, Sis. When'll you want me to take 'em?" "Well, now wouldn't be the worst time. Dad's off on a trip, it's a week-end, we neither have dates or homework...you don't, do you?" "No. All right, I'll get the camera, make certain it's charged, and we'll go from there." "We'll take 'em in my room, the light's better." "Huh?" Her room had always struck me as being dark and a bit dreary, but she liked it that way, and I wasn't going to fight with her-even about her saying it had more light than anywhere else in the house. I had thought of outside, but if these were really going to be pin-ups, maybe Sis didn't want to go outside to have me take 'em. She wasn't a Playboy model-well, she was in looks, certainly, but not in temperament. I got the camera and Steph made me wait outside her closed door for awhile while she got ready. "Luce?" "Yeah?" "Will you do me a really big favor?" "Sure, what?" "Don't say 'sure' unless you'll do it, Luce " She'd always corrected me that way, and I should have known.... "All right. What is this favor, Steph?" "I want you to take my picture in your shorts, nothing else." "You what?" I was not sure I'd heard her right. "Luce, I want you to be wearing your shorts, and that's all " she was right peremptory about that. "O K, Steph, don't get your...." no, I couldn't say that, either. I said "O K" again and went to my room to take off all but my skivvy shorts. This struck me as one of her really weird ideas, but I was good-humored (mostly) about Steph's fancies, and (mostly) went along with them. I hurried back, wondering what she would wear. I could not remember the color of her bikini, which was dumb of me, she'd worn it to the pool only a day before. She really looked good (and very, very sexy) in that particular bikini, as she had bought a set with a minimal bra and a really low cut bottom part that came down across her hips in a V. She had a pretty navel, even if her brother is the one to say it. Not only her navel, but the rest of her body was spectacular-I mentioned that I thought she looked like a Playboy model, and maybe she did. So-o. I rapped on her still closed door, and she made me wait a couple seconds before she opened it. My God She was standing there in all her blonde beauty, not a stitch on, even her pubes were shaved bare, except for a sweater draped across her shoulders. She had her arms in the sleeves, and that just made her naked beauty all the more striking. I could not help myself. My prick rose at once and I staggered over to her bed so I could sit down and conceal the woodie from her. I knew I was in love with her right then, and Steph must have felt the same way, 'cause she said, very softly, "Luce, take my picture like this. You can say I'm your girl friend, right?" "Steph, I hoped I'd never say it, but you are my girl friend, and my love, too Stephanie " I was down on my knees, crawling on them across the floor to her, wanting no more just then but to hug her hips and lay my face against her belly. The camera lay forgotten on the bed, where I'd dropped it. She opened her arms to me, and whispered urgently as I placed my cheek against her hot, hot belly, "Oh, Luce Kiss me." I started to rise so as to place my lips on hers, but she pressed me into her pubes and I turned my head to place my mouth against those open lips. From them there was already moisture oozing. I had not known Steph was so hot. "Luce, Luce, I love you so," she murmured, as I began to lick at the lower part of her slit. The slippery ooze already there tasted slightly salty, then, as I licked more deeply, the taste became somehow sweeter, more enticing, until I was licking into Steph as deeply as my tongue would reach. She moved slowly above me, her belly swaying into my forehead in a stronger and stronger rhythm as I excited her. "O-o-h, Luce, oh, oh, I'm...I'm...I'm gonna fall down, Luce, I'm gonna faint, don't stop, Luce, love, don't stop, lick my clit, Luce, lick higher. Oh Gaw-d " as I did so and touched her engorged clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Her knees buckled and she began to slip to the floor, but I was able to catch her and ease her fall a little bit. I strained a shoulder-never noticed it 'til later-but we were on the floor together-thank God for a soft, thick rug-and I had my face buried in her sopping wet crotch, slobbering inside her as far as my tongue would go. Every third or fourth lick I'd touch her clit and she'd jump a little bit, her constant moans punctuated, as I did so, with a gasp and a little yelp of pleasure. Her breathing was all gasps and moans until she managed, in a breathy voice, "I'm gonna cum, big time, Luce. Here. I. Come " Her vagina contracted and she gushed thick fluid into my waiting mouth. That tasted wonderful, it was the very essence of Stephanie made real in my mouth. I groaned as my aching penis oozed pre-cum copiously, all by itself. I couldn't help myself, I slid rapidly up along Steph's belly until my still stiff, throbbing and leaking prick was pushing at her labia and then thrust into her with all my might. Steph yelped and then her arms were wrapped tightly around me, so tightly that I was having a bit of trouble breathing. "Push, Luce, push, I want to cum again " she moaned in my ear. Then her tongue licked into it and I came again, much to my surprise. I did not know that I could cum twice that quickly, but Sis certainly made me. I lay on her for several minutes, exhausted, and I think she was a bit, too, for she let her arms flop down to her sides, and breathed deeply a couple of times. "For God's sake, Luce, get your weight the hell off me, you're heavy " she growled, but then she started giggling. As I pulled out of her still twitching vagina, I began laughing, too. "Those were some of the damndest pictures I ever took, Steph," I managed between belly-laughs, and she began laughing, too. Photo Op Stanley Lewis pulled his Toyota Corolla into the Arco gas station, parking behind the red Mustang convertible, the driver of which, a leggy blonde in a mini-skirt, was refueling her vehicle. Stanley had been driving all morning, having started in Kingman, Arizona, completing the final leg of his trip from Farmersville, Kansas, to Las Vegas, Nevada. He was hot. He was tired. He welcomed the opportunity for a little rest, especially when such a gorgeous babe as the leggy blonde gave him something worth looking at while he relaxed. Reclining his seat, he smiled as the blonde glanced at him. He'd expected her to ignore him. When, instead, she smiled back, showing perfect white teeth between her glossy pink lips, Stanley's heart fluttered, and his pulse raced. It was unusually windy, and Stanley noticed the way that the breeze played with the hem of the blonde's skirt, causing the garment to flutter against her thighs and, once or twice, to blow upward, revealing a glimpse of the smooth, creamy-pink flesh between her knees and her hips. Unfortunately, the wind hadn't blown the skirt high enough to disclose the young woman's panties, but Stanley watched closely, waiting and hoping that his vigilance would be rewarded by a glimpse of the silk or satin underwear the blonde babe no doubt wore beneath the scant skirt. Somehow, Stanley knew that she didn't wear cotton panties. A babe like this would wear silk, satin, or - he smiled at the thought - nothing at all! From Kansas to Nevada, Stanley had snapped photographs of points of interest and scenic views, but he hadn't shot anything as interesting or a scenic as the leggy blonde in the short skirt who was pumping gas in front of him, smiling her dazzling white smile and exhibiting her tan, shapely legs. He wished he hadn't packed his camera. The greatest photo op wasn't the Grand Canyon or the Las Vegas Strip; it was this blonde bombshell. He shrugged. At least, he could enjoy watching her. If he couldn't photograph her, he could damn well commit the sight of her gorgeous face and her splendid body to memory. The blonde, who had been facing Stanley, stepped over the hose that stretched between her car and the gas pump, revealing a long stretch of thigh, and stood with her back toward her ogling admirer. She'd changed her position on purpose, Stanley thought, giving him he chance to appreciate her round bottom, just as he'd admired her bountiful bosom, narrow hips, and long, tapering legs. Stanley smiled, wondering whether the blonde was a chorus girl or an exotic dancer. Maybe she was a stripper. She sure knew how to put on a show. Another breeze ruffled her mini-skirt. It flounced about her upper thighs, but, alas, failed to lift the thin material high enough to permit Stanley a view of the blonde's panties. He was almost positive they weren't cotton. They had to be silk or satin. He was dying to know which it was and whether the panties were briefs, bikinis, or (please, God!) a pair of thongs. Maybe, they were even crotchless! For the first time ever, Stanley was glad the price of gasoline had skyrocketed. With the taxes that the federal, state, and local governments insisted upon levying on gasoline, and because of OPEC's refusal to sell more than a minimum number of barrels of its petroleum and because of American oil companies' greed, gas prices had soared to the point that it cost thirty or forty dollars and took up to ten minutes to fill a tank. High gas prices gave Stanley an extended view of the blonde's ass while the breeze, playing with the hem of her mini-skirt, further teased Stanley with glimpses of her sleek, firm thighs. Again, he wished he hadn't packed his camera. It was a shame to miss a photo op like this! Would her panties be black? Red? Pink? Orange? Lavender? Blue? Green? Would they be festooned with ribbons and decorated with lace? Maybe they were monogrammed with her initials. Stanley's cock stiffened and swelled as he thought of the beautiful blonde's ample breasts, narrow hips, firm, compact ass, and long, tapering legs. He couldn't help but get hard as he imagined the silk or satin panties she wore beneath the fluttering mini-skirt. He willed the breeze to blow harder. He prayed that God would grant his wish to see the blonde's panties. He shifted on the seat, his erection uncomfortable inside the confines of his tight jeans. He wished he could whip it out, here and now, and masturbate while he watched the young woman, but he dared not. There were other people around, after all, and, for all he knew, the premises were under surveillance by video cameras. He dared not take out his cock - but there was no reason he couldn't massage it through the heavy denim of his jeans. He placed his hand over the mound beneath his zipper and squeezed his thick cock and the taut clump of his balls, rubbing his genitals with his thumb and fingers. His chest expanded, and he gritted his teeth as a flood of euphoria swept through him, his loins awash with pleasure and excitement. A soft moan escaped his lips. The blonde stepped back over the hose. Apparently, her tank was full and the pump had shut itself off, because she removed the nozzle and replaced it in the lever on the side of the pump. Then, she screwed the gas cap back in place. She gave Stanley another bright smile. Oh, don't go! Stanley thought. He was about ready to come. It wasn't fair for her to just go off and leave him with an erection. A sudden gust of wind blew hard across the gas station's lot, and the blonde's mini-skirt flew up, around her hips. Stanley's eyes widened. His mouth gaped. In place of the cleft of a the female sex, the blonde had a cock and a pair of balls beneath her - or his - neatly trimmed pubic hair! Despite her lovely face, her bountiful breasts, her firm, round ass, and her smooth, tapering legs, she was a he! This was the first transsexual Stanley had ever encountered, other than through a photograph, and he wasn't sure what to think or how to feel. Should he be repulsed? Attracted? Excited? Did the fact that he had been aroused by such a creature mean that he was gay? The question as to how he should feel was answered by his cock, which, despite the presence of the blonde's cock and balls - or, perhaps, because of them - not only remained rigid and swollen but also stiffened further, becoming rock hard. He was obviously excited by the gorgeous shemale. Was he gay? The shemale didn't force the skirt down. She let it flutter about her hips, exposing her male genitals. She wasn't ashamed of them. She was proud of her cock and balls. She was pleased to exhibit them to Stanley or anyone else who happened to glance her way. Stanley supposed that he should be turned off by the incongruity of the blonde's feminine good looks, her womanly breasts and ass, her long, sleek legs, and her manly cock and balls. He supposed he should be find such a combination of sexual characteristics bizarre and disgusting. He supposed he should think the blonde beauty an ugly monstrosity. He didn't. Instead, he found her extraordinarily beautiful and sexy. If that meant that he was gay, he thought, so be it. Stanley continued to rub his thick, rigid prick through the tight denim of his jeans. Another soft moan escaped his lips as he felt the rush or orgasm; his penis convulsed inside his pants, spewing his thick, warm semen inside his briefs, over his pubes. It was the best, most satisfying orgasm he'd ever had. He had no doubt he'd have others, equally satisfying - many, many others - as he remembered the gorgeous blonde with the fabulous, feminine figure and the manly cock and balls. The wind subsided, and the blonde's skirt fell back into place around her thighs, concealing her cute little penis and the small pouch of her scrotum. She smiled broadly, flashing her white teeth between her luscious pink lips, and, with a final wave, climbed into her Mustang and drove away, leaving Stanley with but one regret. He really wished he hadn't packed his camera. After all, a photo op like this one didn't come along every day. Photo Op K and ML were in many regards an odd couple. ML was a forty-ish woman with one of the largest "racks" I've ever seen. She wasn't "fat"; she didn't have a bubble butt; she simply had huge knockers. She also had a liberal attitude about sex, which was good thing because her husband K was a classic dirty old man. I don't think there a single time that he didn't tell my wife how much she was going to enjoy getting fucked by him. And he didn't mind whether I or anyone else were around when he told her that. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't "whether or not" she was going to put out for him, but "when". Whenever he caught her off by herself, he was "all hands", patting her ass and rubbing her tits. Laughing, she always put him off. My wife admitted that she found his sexual attention flattering and exciting even though it was crude. When she and I were playing around with each other one night, I asked her if she'd like to set up a little session with K and see if he was as good a fuck as he claimed to be. She'd get really turned on when I'd make up stories about her playing suck and fuck with K or some other guy. I had no doubt that in the right place at the right time.... She and I shared an active fantasy life and even enjoyed a few discrete encounters with others. We both got off telling each other when we sneaked a little on the side. We were very careful about what we did and who we did it with to keep from embarrassing each other, but that only added to the stimulation of getting "milk from the neighbor's cow", to cite an old proverb. I don't know how the subject came up, but one evening K started talking about sexy photos. Not pictures from a skin magazine, but the kind of "personal" photos couples take of each other. "Pillow" pictures. He asked if we had ever taken any "nudie" pictures of each other. When we admitted we had, K told us that he and his wife had an album full of all kinds of pictures of each other We found the revelation most interesting, but we didn't get into describing any of the specifics nor did we offer to show them to each other. I had one picture of my wife giving me a blowjob that I thought was great. I knew that if K ever saw it, he'd be begging my wife to blow him. We did make an inebriated pledge to them that, should both of them perish in a major catastrophe, we would come in, take possession of the album, and keep anyone else from ever finding out about it. Some time later, all four of us were all invited to a housewarming party in a nearby town. Since I had a van, I agreed to drive and K and ML would ride with us. As designated driver, I had to refrain from drinking, but my wife indulged in a few. As usual, it didn't take much to get her going. The large house allowed us to roam around and talk with various individuals and find dark corners to make out in. I wasn't trying to monitor my wife's behavior, but I did notice that she hadn't been around for a while. When I ran into her, I asked her if she'd found anything (or anyone) interesting to do. She told me that K had maneuvered her into one of the upstairs bedrooms. One bed was occupied by a couple busily making out. She and K wound up on the other bed, smooching and fondling. Pretty soon, K had his hand inside her sweater playing with her tits, rubbing her ass, and telling her—again--how much she was going to enjoy getting a really good fuck. "And, what did you do?" I asked. "Well, he had his hand up under my skirt and my panties almost all the way down when someone came in, turned on the lights, and squelched all the activities. I pulled my panties up and we never did get back to doing anything more." "Fascinating! And just how far do you think you might have gone if you hadn't been interrupted? Would you let him pump your pretty little pussy?" "I just might have. I had gotten pretty horny. I was just about ready to take his cock out and play with it. If we hadn't been interrupted, we might have really gotten it on or at least I might have given him a blowjob." "Oh. So you're ready to find out whether or not he really is a good fuck, are you?" "I might if I got the right chance in the right place! Even though he's a dirty old man, it might be entertaining!" We moved some distance away, but we kept in touch. When my wife scheduled a workshop in a major city near them, she decided she would visit. I couldn't go with her, so she was on her own. She planned to spend 5 or 6 days with her parents and then visit K and ML for a couple of nights before going on to her workshop. We had a clear understanding that she was free to explore anything "safe" as long as she was totally open in telling me about whatever she did and how good (or bad) it was. Several evenings before she left, we teased each other about what she was going to have to do to keep K out of her panties...if she wanted to keep him out of her panties...or even if she were wearing panties. We turned each other on thinking up other sexy things she might do with K and ML: giving K a big sloppy blowjob while ML watched; playing with ML's big boobs; maybe even doing a F-F thing with ML while K watched. Having turned each other on, we went at it until we were both fully sated. My wife arrived a K and ML's late one evening anticipating a hearty welcome (and a little hanky panky). Instead, their conversation over drinks and appetizers was constrained, especially when it came to overt sexuality. As it grew later, K and ML excused themselves and went to bed. J was disappointed. All along she had been anticipating some kind of action. She had anticipated that K would make a move on her and maybe she'd surprise the hell out of him by letting him sample her "goodies". As a matter of fact, all the time she'd been at her parents she'd deferred playing with her hot little honey pot expecting to have it taken care of when she got there. Simply, she was horny and her pussy was begging for attention. At breakfast the next morning, ML reminded them that she had an afternoon hair appointment. My wife announced that she was going to rest and read in the afternoon. K just looked smug as he imagined all kind of afternoon fun. As soon as ML left, K hurried down to visit my wife in the basement bedroom. She was lying on the bed in warm ups reading. He sat on the side of the bed and, as he chatted with her, slowly slipped his hands under the tops. She wasn't wearing a bra and she did nothing to stop him from playing with her tits. He fondled and pinched her hard little nipples, telling her again how much she was going to enjoy getting a really good fuck. She let him know she wasn't opposed to the idea. As a matter of fact she told him that, even after screwing P last night, she was horny as hell and wanted/needed a good fuck. When he tugged at her top, she thought, "Hell, he's been begging like a puppy!" So, she pulled off her top, tossed it aside, and gave him free rein to fondle, rub, kiss, and nibble her tits. In spite of K's rather crude approach, she found herself getting more and more turned on by the situation and by the stimulation as he mauled her hard nipples. In fact, she was getting a huge kick out of playing the role of slut. Besides, since he'd been begging for it for so long, why not let him have a little fun? She'd show the sucker which one of them could be the wildest. Aroused and interested in finding out what he might have to offer, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her warm-ups and panties and, in one smooth motion, pulled them down over her bottom and kicked them aside. Totally naked, she spread her legs and gave K an unobstructed access to her hot little pussy. He was almost drooling. She imagined that his cock was drooling. "Get your clothes off," she told him and K quickly stripped. As soon as he pulled off his shorts, she started playing with his cock and balls. He didn't have a throbbing, rock-hard pillar of flesh, but it was a respectable joint. What surprised her most was the fact that he was uncircumcised, surprisingly something she hadn't played with before. Fondling his scrotum, she took his cock in her mouth and started working her tongue around and around the extra bit of foreskin that crowned the head. Of course, it was the most tender part and he was going crazy with her aggressive tongue job. When K had had all he could stand, he urged her back on the bed with her legs spread, crawled on top, slipped it in, and started humping away. They both got off rather quickly and lay there in bed talking about their various sexual escapades bragging about what they had done and what they most liked to do and what was the best fuck they had ever had. All the while they kept playing with each other's sticky, juicy parts and fondling and stroking and fingering. When they were both ready for another one, they took their time and enjoyed a nice slow fuck and got off again. After what was very mutually satisfying, they shared a shower with more fondling and stroking and dressed before ML returned. When ML got back, they told her they had spent a perfectly wonderful afternoon in bed together, and she told them, "I thought I knew what the two of you would be up to and you have to promise not to do it again...unless, of course, I'm there, with you!" My wife certainly had no problem agreeing to that. They opened a bottle of wine and sat around making plans for the evening. If P were to be there, they would not be able to carry on any of the wild things they could imagine. When P called to let them know that he would be staying with other friends for the night, K thanked him profusely. With P out of the way, they knew they could play around any way they wanted. They quickly agreed that it would a wonderful to have a nude dinner party and a photo shoot so my wife would have some pictures "...what I did on my summer vacation" to share with me and for their scrapbook. "Well, if we're going to do that," my wife said. "I guess I'd better go down and get undressed for dinner." With that she went downstairs, took off all her clothes and freshened up a bit. Even though my wife does not have a fantastic build and child bearing has taken its toll, she has no reservation about showing off what she has. Casually, she strolled back up to the kitchen bare-assed naked and hot with anticipation of what might take place. K and ML had stripped. Without her clothes ML's "breastworks" were even more formidable. They opened another bottle of wine to go with "fixing" the dinner and another to go with the dinner. As they worked around the kitchen, they would accidentally brush up against one another. Sometimes it wasn't accidental. K would rub his semi-hard cock against my wife's ass and she'd wiggle her backside against him. ML couldn't help but bump into both of them with her big knockers and my wife would rub her hard nipples against her. When K got ready to slice the meat, they both warned him to be careful not to slice anything else. My wife found the casual nudity highly erotic and her pussy getting warmer and wetter. Sitting down for their meal, ML asked for details of their little afternoon session and both K and my wife were delighted to tell her what a great fucking afternoon they had had. ML told my wife about some of the things she and K had documented in their photo album. They had shared a number of evenings with another couple—whom we knew--and had pictures of ML getting fucked and of K fucking their friend's wife. The two couples had had an intimate relationship for some time. On some days, the guy would drop his wife on the way back to his office after lunch and she and K would spend the afternoon screwing. Then she would shower and dress in time for her husband to pick her up on the way home from the office. K thought that having hot pussy delivered to his front door was very "convenient". Finishing dinner, they quickly stacked the dishes in the sink and headed for the basement where ML thought the yellow shag rug would make an excellent background for their photo session. My wife and I had agreed to keep in touch so, if anything happened, she could tell me all about any "good stuff. She phoned me the next day and gave me a brief description of her visit, the nude dinner party and their photo op. She had placed a set of photos in the mail and promised that when she got home she would go over them with me and give me a "blow by blow" description. I could hardly wait for them to arrive. When they did, I spent hours looking over all the pictures, studying the details of their fuck party, and playing with my hard on while I looked them over. I don't remember how many times I jerked off while I was flipping through the pictures. None of them had any hesitancy about being photographed naked. The first picture was one of ML and my wife sitting side by side on a sofa, their legs spread so their pussies were on glorious display. ML wore a strand of fake pearls, which dangled between her large breasts. It was, obviously, the first time I had seen ML naked and the size of her breasts were almost overwhelming. My wife's tits—quite a bit smaller--were perked up and her pussy already looked wet and swollen, no doubt from having it well exercised in the afternoon. ML's big black bush contrasted nicely with my wife's smaller brown mouse. In the next picture, my wife was fondling and kissing ML's big boobs. ML was lifting one tit to J's face to have it sucked. My wife told me she really enjoyed playing with ML's big boobs and sucking on her big nipples until they were hard. ML was mugging a startled look for the camera, but she certainly wasn't objecting to the way my wife was treating her. J would have liked to spend more time working on ML's big bazoomas, but K had other pictures he wanted to take. Next, ML was sprawled on her back with her legs spread wide apart and my wife's had her face buried in ML's big black bush. My wife said she thoroughly enjoyed nibbling and lapping at ML's pussy. It wasn't the first pussy she'd ever kissed. She later told me she would have liked to have a chance to really get ML off while K watched. ML was surprised by how much she enjoyed having another woman nibble her pussy, but reluctant about carrying it too far. And, again, K was anxious to get in on the action. Apparently it was ML's turn to be the photographer while K did the directing. She took a picture of my wife and K posing like the couple in the painting American Gothic—except they were naked. Instead of holding a rake, K had one arm draped over my wife's shoulder with a handful of tit. In turn, she had hold of his cock and was waving it around. It appeared that he didn't have a humungous cock. In fact, it was about the same size as mine. In the next picture, my wife was down on her knees sucking K's cock. He had a very smug look on his face. She had a handful of balls and her mouth stuffed full of cock, but she still managed to leer at the camera. My wife worked on K's cock until it was good and hard and ML took several pictures of them fucking each other in every position they could think of. One that was a particular turn on was K mounted from behind with a clear view of his cock pumping away in my wife's wet pussy. Another of them in a missionary position with my wife's legs wrapped around K fucking herself into oblivion. There was one with K's face buried in my wife's cunt, her wet hairs pasted down around her swollen labia. K's favorite was one of him and my wife in a 69. She was lying on her back and he was positioned above her. She was nibbling at his dangling cock and balls and he had his face buried in her juicy snatch. They continued trading back and forth and taking pictures until every body had gotten off at least once. Later my wife told me they did some three-ways but they couldn't figure out any way to get a picture of them. They finally retired for the night because J had to leave early the next morning to attend the two-week workshop in which she was enrolled. Over the next two weeks, she would call me from time to time and we'd talk about her little fun and games. I'd pull out a picture, describe it over the phone and she'd tell me what they were doing and what it felt like. I'd tell her I was playing with my cock and when I popped my rocks. In turn, she'd tell me she was playing with her pussy and getting off recalling her nude dinner party. I'd hadn't realized how turned on I would get with the idea of my wife getting fucked and more than that being involved in a three-way. Whenever I'd think about it, which was frequently, I'd get out the pictures, take off my clothes and play with myself until I had a really big pop. I would imagine how she felt as K plowed into her from every conceivable position and wish that I had been there to watch her get fucked. And, of course, I would have liked to have joined in. When she got home, my wife and I would lay around in the bed naked and go over each of the pictures together. She'd tell me how turned on she had gotten and when she'd had throbbing orgasms. All the time, she would be stroking my hard on until I'd come all over her hand and splash all over her thighs and stomach. She also told me that K and ML were planning a vacation and promised that they would come and spend a day or two with us. I need to make sure that the batteries in the camera are fresh. ##### Photo OP "That guy is taking pictures of me!!!" I was sitting in the park with my girlfriend. Sonya is an ex-stripper and part-time escort. At age 40, she still has her stripper body - petite figure with high and proud 36D boobs that even a blind man would slobber over. Sonia is always horny and has radar that can spot anyone attracted to her in a crowd. I looked up over the paper I was reading and sure enough there was a perv with a long lens on his camera standing amongst the trees snapping photos of Sonia. Can't blame him, she was wearing a short white skirt (no panties) and a yellow tie-in-front halter top. Her nipples poked the thin fabric of her halter top and seemed to grow noticeably with the attention. "Why don't you give him a show" I said, "maybe you can have some fun." "Fun...? I'm all for that." said Sonia. Sonya moved a little bit away from me so that only she would be in the perv's viewfinder and proceeded to shift around on the bench so that he could capture her assets to the fullest. She adjusted her skirt so that he even had a peek at her shaved pussy. It probably wasn't the best shot for him as the sun was behind her but I could see that he was getting agitated just knowing that her pussy was showing. After a bit she beckoned the perv over with a come hither wiggle of her finger. He pointed at himself and she nodded her head impatiently. He came over and she asked him his name. "Joey," he said. "Well Joey, do you like what you see?" "Oh ya baby, you are the best" said Joey. I think so too and was enjoying the ease that she had this mark wrapped up around her little finger. "Want to take more pictures of me?" Sonia asked in a husky voice. He nodded his head eagerly in agreement. "But it will cost you" she said. Joey pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed it to her. Sonya's eyes widened a bit when she was how full it was and a wicked grin crossed her face. She withdrew a $50 and said, "snap away." Joey got his camera ready and Sonya, ever the exhibitionist, posed seductively for Joey. Arms back over her head, her long blond hair flying as she shook her head back and forth; 36D boobss thrust forward and side to side; hands cupping her breast as she looked down on them; Joey got the full show. She stood and placed one knee on the park bench, placed her hands on the back of the bench and played her sweet ass to the camera. "Thank God for digital cameras", I though, "poor Joey would have run out of print film a long time ago." Sonya sat on the bench again and turned her high beams towards Joey. "Want to see them naked?", she asked. Joey nodded his head eagerly up and down and Sonya glanced over coyly at Joey's wallet lying open on the bench. He pulled another bill from his wallet and handed it over with a silly grin on his face. Sonya untied the knot holding her halter top together and unleashed the puppies. Now, Sonya had her boobs done before we hooked up so I can't say what they looked like before the enhancement but her surgeon must have been Michelangelo - they are superb. Full without being over the top, nipples slightly above center and well placed in the middle, and from experience, I know these nips will really stand at attention with very little coaxing. Joey snapped away as Sonya played her boobs for him. She wet her thumb and index fingers and caressed he nips to the fullest; juggled her boobs up and down; and squeezed them seductively. "You are using the video feature?", I asked Joey. His head bobbed up and down, never leaving the viewfinder. Sonya soon bored of playing with her boobies and wanted more action. "Want to play with them?" she asked. Joey reached for his wallet and pulled a couple of more bills out without hesitation and handed me his camera. I obliged and started to take pictures, concentrating on him and his facial reactions to Sonya's tits. He knelt before Sonya and immediately latched onto her left nipple sucking hungrily. "Not so hard." she said, slapping him on the top of the head, "gentler." Joey did as he was told and I could see that Sonya was starting to really enjoy her self. He cupped both boobs and alternately kissed and sucked each erect nipple. Sonya tilted her head back and purred. I wasn't the least jealous; this was Sonya the escort at her best. He put his face in the valley of heaven and I could hear him groaning with pleasure. "Joey, my pussy is starting to get wet, you want pictures of that?" inquired Sonya. Joey, his face still between the twin peaks, eager nodded yes and reached for his wallet, pulling more bills out for her. Sonya got up from the park bench and lead Joey by the hand over to a picnic table. I handed Joey his camera back while Sonya positioned herself on the table top, ass positioned in a couple feet. She lifted her legs up and placed the bottom of her feet on the top edge of the table. Her short skirt fell back revealing the most beautiful pussy that I have ever seen. Sonya keeps it well shaved with my help, the outer lips bulge with a pouty look but it is her inner pussy lips that get me - they protrude ever so slightly, are very thin and fun to play with. Joey looked to be in heaven and he shot away. Sonya helped make it special for Joey; rubbing her index finger up and down her inner pussy lips causing them to swell slightly, fingering fucking her pussy, first with one finger and then a couple. Her fingers disappeared to the second knuckle, slowly at first and them rapidly. I could see that Sonya had almost forgotten about Joey and was into pleasing herself. "Oh Joey," moaned Sonya in a soft voice, "I need your tongue." Wordlessly, I took Joey's camera while relieving his wallet of a couple of more bills. Joey knelt between Sonya's legs, slowly, reverently. I don't think that the poor guy even was in a position such as this, but he sure had dreamed about it. He kissed Sonya's inner thighs from her knees slowly to her engorged pussy. I know from experience that this is one of Sonya's favorite moves. His tongue played slowly, softly up and down her inner pussy lips; with his tongue he played them out flat, they looked like lips. He kissed them gently before entering her pussy with his tongue. Sonya was laying flat on the bench top but raised herself a bit and took his hands in hers. She brought them to her pussy and released them; Joey took over and gently spread her pussy wide open and alternately licked her clit and plunged his tongue deep into her pussy. He then used his index finger, and with a come-hither motion, played her G-spot. For a guy who probably never been with a woman, he sure had done his homework watching porn - I could see that Sonya was getting really aroused. I had Joey's camera on the video feature; this was some action that he could stroke to for a long time to come. Sonya has a hair-trigger pussy, she orgasms on the drop of a dime (okay, at least a $50 when she is with a john, but I digress.) I could see that Sonya was close, even with this inexperienced guy; she just likes to come. Joey was working her G-spot intently, his eyes were almost glazed over, and he was in another world. Sonya was getting close to her orgasm and she is a squirter. She grabbed Joey by the ears and pulled him forward, and proceeded to squirt on his neck and chest - you should have seen the look on his face. Well you can if he shares; I got it all on video. Joey stood with a start, a confused look on his face. Was this grossest or the best thing that ever happened to him; I could see the mixed emotions crossing his face. But I noticed the bulge in the front of his pants - so did Sonya. Sonya sat up on the edge of the picnic table and re-arranged her skirt, her halter-top was still open. "I can take care of that," said Sonya pointing to Joey's swollen member. The wallet was offered silently, bills fished out and pocketed. Sonya seated Joey on the end of the picnic table and knelt between his legs. I positioned myself so the sun was behind the two of them. I had seen a series of photos of Jenna Jameson servicing a cowboy against a setting sun and was always taken by it. We had a similar situation here, except Joey isn't a cowboy and Sonya is much better looking than Jenna - but then I am biased. Sonya undid Joey's belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped Joey's fly slowly; I could tell that it was driving him nuts. She reached in and released his cock. Not that I am gay but it was a decent looking dick, about 6" long, not too thick and well cared for; his cock and balls were smooth-shaven. She caressed his balls gently before taking them in her hand and drawing his turgid cock towards her mouth. I was catching every second, frame by frame. Sonya opened her mouth and gripped the head of his cock with her teeth, lightly scraping them over the head of his cock. Joey had that deer caught in the headlights look in his eyes; indeed, this was a new experience for him. Sonya then opened her mouth slightly and skimmed her tongue around the rim of the head of Joey's penis. She them took him fully in the mouth, I could see his penis poking her cheek, poor aim on his part! She slowly and gently sucked him off, her lips moving up and down his shaft, slowly, quickly, mixing it up with lolli-pop licks up and down the back of his shaft. Joey's eyes were closed and I could see that a bomb could explode behind him and he wouldn't notice. Soon his was feverishly thrusting his hips into her face, trying to take control. But in reality he was loosing it, Sonya could tell by the tightening of his nut-sack that he was close to coming. She pulled his cock out of her mouth at the last possible moment and let his thick come splash off her right nipple and into that heavenly valley between her boobs. (All of which I caught with the camera) Sonya them grabbed him by the ears and plunged his head into her boobs smearing his come over his face and her boobs. I almost felt sorry for the poor guy; he looked completely dazed and spent. And the smell of his come mingled with the perfumed scent of her boobs had him overwhelmed. He just stood there, his cock still oozing a bit of come. Sonya then took the last bill out of his wallet and used it to dry the wetness oozing from her pussy; obviously the experience was good for her too. Sonya then drew the bill across under Joey's nose, letting him breathe in her sweet nectar. She put the bill back into his wallet. I bet that's one fiver that will never be spent. I handed Joey back his camera, he was still in such a state that he gazed at it like it was from outer space. Sonya knelt before Joey, patted his penis on the head, kissed it, licked it of the last bit of come, placed it back into his pants and zipped him up. He tottered off, weaving down the path out of the park eyes glued to the playback screen on his camera. Sonya tied her halter-top together after giving me a show of her come-slickened boobies, gathered up the sheath of bills, fanned her face with them and said to me, "Come on baby, I'll buy you an ice cream."