2 comments/ 140175 views/ 11 favorites Picture Perfect By: portiababe Let me tell you about the best lover I've ever had. She's kind of chubby and not much to look at, but she knows exactly what it takes to make me come. When I'm not in the mood she leaves me alone, but when I'm hot and ready she goes right to work. We've been having a red-hot affair for years and years and I still love to see the horny little grin on her face -- every time I look in the mirror. The two of us have never been very discreet and I always figured that our lack of restraint would come back to haunt us some day. It finally happened a couple of months ago and I will get to that story in a while. But first, I think you will enjoy the story of how we got acquainted in the first place We met at an all-girls Catholic boarding school right after I turned fourteen. My parents had never talked to me about sex, but I could see that I was developing breasts and hips and hair on my pussy. I had also begun to notice that, when I showered with the other girls, I was experiencing oddly pleasant feelings between my legs. And I kept having those feelings again and again because I simply couldn't keep my eyes off the firm breasts, perky nipples and triangles of pubic hair right there in front of me. But then one day in the shower I noticed that the feelings got better and better while I was rubbing my pussy with my soapy hand. It soon got so good that I didn't want to stop, but I knew that I had to. I toweled myself off and went back to my room and found myself alone. I lay on my bed and started rubbing my pussy some more. And it just kept feeling better and better -- way beyond anything I had ever felt before. I soon found myself spreading my legs in a most unladylike way. I was shocked at myself, but couldn't stop what I was doing. My pussy had gotten soaking wet and I could feel the slick juice all over my fingers as I rubbed myself harder and faster. As my arousal reached an indescribable peak nothing seemed to exist except the amazing sensations between my legs. Finally a huge electric thrill engulfed my entire body and I let out a loud moan of pleasure as I climaxed for the first time in my life. I was bathed in sheer ecstasy and kept coming again and again and again until I finally stopped from sheer exhaustion. I spent the next few days scared to death that the steely-eyed nuns, in their old-fashioned black habits, would know what I had done just by looking at me. But nothing seemed to change and, needless to say, I was hooked. I now knew exactly what to do when the sight of all those tits and pussies gave me that special itch between my legs -- and did I ever love to scratch it! I soon found myself getting wet just by thinking about the girls in the shower and I would do myself several times a day when I could find some privacy. But eventually I ran into a string of days when I was never alone. I was hopelessly horny and was becoming desperate. It was particularly difficult in Algebra class where I sat next to a big beautiful well-developed Black girl named Tanya. All I could think about was the way her huge magnificent boobs, topped by wide jet-black nipples, swung back and forth in the shower. I finally had to stuff toilet paper into my panties before class. Desperate times demanded desperate measures and I finally couldn't wait any longer. So I threw caution to the winds and started playing with myself in the shower when no one else seemed to be around. I was so horny and the jerking off felt so good that I was soon off in my own little world. I desperately stifled my cry when I felt the blissful contractions between my legs and then, after a minute, I opened my eyes. Standing right in front of me was Sister Margaret Claire. She was younger than most of the nuns, but, like the rest of them, could be as quiet as a ghost when she wanted to be. I turned red as a beet and covered myself up, but, much to my surprise, she smiled. "You have nothing to be ashamed of Louise," she said. "You did something that is completely natural. Would you be shocked if I told you that I do it too?" The truthful answer would have been yes. It had never even occurred to me that the Sisters had bodies under their habits. But she had a gleam in her eye that told me to say no. "Do you know that some women enjoy looking at other women's bodies?" she asked. "I guess so Sister," I stammered. "Would you like see my body?" I had a spasm between my legs that was so powerful that I had to lean against the tile wall to keep my knees from buckling. I could feel my pussy starting to throb again. "Yes Sister," I stammered again. "Then meet me in the chapel tomorrow during gym class. Just say you are feeling ill." She turned around and swept out and I staggered back to my room. I was overjoyed to see that for the first time in days I was alone. I instantly lay on the bed, spread my legs and started to masturbate. And I was now using a new trick that made it feel even better. I wet my finger in my mouth and slid it into my asshole as I rubbed my swollen clit with the other hand. As I fantasized about Sister's naked body under the habit I was overwhelmed by a series of huge climaxes that left me breathless. I had never looked forward to anything so much in my life. Every time I would think about Sister Margaret Claire I would become aroused. I even snuck into the hallway bathroom after lights out that night and masturbated as quietly as I could. I found myself alone again for a few minutes the next morning so I flopped on the bed fully clothed, hiked up my plaid school jumper, stuck my hand inside my panties and did it again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was time for gym class. I told them I felt ill and went to the chapel -- with toilet paper stuffed inside my underwear. Sister and I were alone in the chapel and she beckoned for me to follow her through a doorway hidden behind some drapes and up an unlit flight of stairs. She led me to a large oaken door and unlocked it. We went inside and she bolted the door behind us. The room contained a bed and little more. Sister wasted no time. She slipped off her shoes and removed the black and white wimple and shawl which covered her head. I could now see she had very thick jet black hair and I felt a spasm between my legs as I began to imagine the hair on her pussy. She removed the silver pectoral cross around her neck and pulled the black habit over her head. I could now see the outlines of her soft plump body for the first time. Beneath the habit she wore a camisole and half-slip which she quickly removed. She then pulled off a pair of black tights and the panties underneath and her pubic hair was more spectacular than I even could have imagined. The thick forest of long black curls went halfway up her belly The last thing was her bra. She bent forward as she unhooked it and removed it from her large pendulous breasts. Her areolas were four inches across and her large bumpy pink nipples were hard as rocks. She took her breasts in her hands and closed her eyes as she squeezed her nipples hard. Then she did something that I will remember until the day I die. She lay back on the bed, opened her legs wide and spread her pussy lips for me. Her hairy cunt was swollen and glistening and her pussy lips framed her open vagina and her large beautiful erect clit. I had never seen anything so exciting in my life and I suddenly found myself grabbing the wall for support as I came in my pants. That had never happened to me before and I was stunned at the power of the climax which washed over me without my even being touched. Sister could see what had happened and she gently laughed. "You are a lucky girl Louise," she said. "Would you like to give me those feelings?" I nodded yes. "Kneel down and lick me," she said. "I think you'll like it too." That turned out to be the understatement of the century. I kneeled in front of her and plunged my face into her hot wet pussy. Her musky scent was sweet and powerful and I was in heaven. I started licking her slowly at first and then faster and faster. When I got to her clit she whispered "That's my special place. Do it there Louise honey. Please. Don't stop." I licked her steadily and insistently and finally she grabbed my head in her hands, arched her back and pulled me into her as she climaxed. She let out a moan of pure pleasure and squirted hot fragrant juices all over my face. I came in my pants again and collapsed between her large creamy white thighs. We didn't have much more time so she quickly undressed me. She smiled gently and knowingly when she saw the wet tissues stuffed into my panties. She lay me on the bed and ate me out skillfully. She must have had telepathic powers because as I quickly got closer and closer she slipped a finger into my ass and I came like a wild animal bucking and thrashing as she licked me hard and slid her finger in and out. I would have done it with Sister every day after that, but she kept it to about twice a week. She taught me a million things. She lovingly punctured my hymen so that I could enjoy the pleasure of her fingers and the amazing collection of dildos and vibrators she owned. She must have been registered at a sex boutique when she married Jesus Christ. She even tried to convince me to become a nun. She told me that it was a pleasant life and that the number of horny lesbians underneath all those black habits would surprise me. I told her that nothing would surprise me any more, but that the religious life just wasn't for me. We made quite a scene at graduation as we hugged each other and cried like babies knowing that we would now have to be apart. We remained good friends, however, and have stayed in touch to this very day. I went to college and law school and never lost one iota of my love for masturbation. I also discovered that when you are as orgasmic as I am you don't need to be Miss America to have plenty of girlfriends. I could come so hard and so often that I made women feel like they were the greatest lovers in the world. And I rarely failed to please them thanks to the many lessons taught me by Sister Margaret Claire. I spent several years first at a small law firm and then in a corporate law department. Then I finally ended up in the perfect job for me. I can't say too much about it, but I work for the federal government in the field of security. The best part is that I have an office door that locks and a job that makes it perfectly normal to work behind locked doors. You have probably figured out that working my pussy is an important part of my workday. Unless I am terribly busy or not feeling well, I lock my door a few times a day and get myself off. And am I ever shameless! When I get the urge I usually take off my shoes and pantyhose and sit in a small wing chair. I drape my legs over the arms of the chair and spread myself wide open. Sometimes I just use my fingers and sometimes I use a vibrator or a dildo, but I make myself come and then get back to work (until I get that itch between my legs again). But after about a year on the job I received a phone call from Lucy Forrester, one of the highest ranking supervisors in the office. She asked me to see her the next morning without explaining why. I was ushered into her large plush office and she was sitting at her desk. She was a small woman with gray hair and dark intelligent eyes. I figured that she was in her late 50's. "We have a situation," she said. She paused for a minute and I could see that she was struggling to find her next words. "Something is showing up in our surveillance and I frankly don't know exactly what to do about it. I want you to deal with it. You will understand why I am giving this to you rather than one of your male colleagues. You will have full power over the matter and you can handle it any way you think best." She reached into her desk drawer and removed a videotape and a small file. "Read the file, watch this tape and then decide what you want to do. I am sure you will find it all self-explanatory." I rode the elevator down to my floor and frankly couldn't wait to find out what this women-only problem might be. The personnel file belonged to Ruth Bolton, who worked in video surveillance at an office across town. Her job was to scan a number of TV monitors that displayed the ongoing activity in several secure areas. There was a photo in the file and she had a pleasant round face and light brown hair. She was about my age, early-thirties, and was single. I locked my door, put the tape in my video machine and started to watch. I couldn't tell what was on her screens, but could see her looking from screen to screen and making an occasional note on a clipboard. Then she began to watch one screen intently. Soon she pulled up her dress and slipped her hand into her pantyhose. It was clear she was masturbating. She kept rubbing herself while she watched the screen and I could see that she was breathing faster and faster. Soon threw her head back and was obviously climaxing. After a minute she removed her hand from her pantyhose, sniffed her fingers, straightened her dress and went back to work. As you can imagine, my hand instantly went inside my pantyhose. I came quick and hard from this incredibly erotic scene. And I now also understood Lucy's concern. She had probably gotten the tape from a nervous male surveillance officer who wisely wanted to distance himself from this situation as quickly as he could. Lucy was concerned not only for this woman's privacy, but also for the department's reputation if anything like this ever got out. Lucy had given me total control over the situation so I immediately ordered that all surveillance tapes of Ms. Bolton be delivered only to me . I received a tape every day and would fast forward through it. Ms. Bolton was one hot lady and masturbated several times daily. I, of course, used her to help me do the same. After a week of this delicious voyeurism I finally remembered that I was actually asked to do something about the situation. I knew that I needed to tell her to keep her hands out of her pants, but of course that made me feel like the world's biggest hypocrite. But my duty was clear so I drove across town to see her. I punched in the security code to admit me to her locked area and walked in. She turned around to see who it was and she let out a gasp when she saw me. "I don't think we've met," I said, surprised at her unexpected reaction. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak. She finally stammered "I'm really sorry." "For what" I asked. "For watching you," she said. "Watching me"? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She had been watching ME while she was masturbating. I collapsed into a nearby chair. We both sat there in shock and nothing was said for several minutes. She finally asked "how did you find out"? "I didn't know until you just told me. I know this will come as a shock, but I was watching you too. Believe it or not, the reason I came over here was to tell you to stop playing with yourself. That's pretty funny." Again nothing was said for a minute. And then the two of us, as if on cue, looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. It was so ludicrous! She had been jerking off watching me watch her jerking off and neither of us knew it. I was laughing so hard that my sides were starting to hurt and she had tears rolling down her face as she continued to howl. We laughed until we couldn't laugh any more. I said "why should I be the least bit surprised that I was under surveillance? Ever since the Chinese thing broke I should have known that there would be no privacy any more." Just then the door opened and in walked none other than Lucy Forrester herself. "I've turned off the surveillance cameras in here and coded the door lock so that no one can come in." She turned to me and gave me a wicked smile. "You certainly took your time getting around to doing what I asked you to do." I could feel myself blushing as she continued. "I know you two have figured out half the story and I'm here to tell you the rest." She explained that she had secretly put surveillance cameras in all of the offices on my floor during the China scandal and monitored them herself. She said "I was so turned on by watching you Louise that I started masturbating in my office too. I love it! It makes me look forward to coming to work every day and I feel twenty years younger." She then explained that, even before that, she had been looking at Ruth's surveillance tapes and noticed that Ruth had developed a habit of absent-mindedly squeezing her nipples through her clothes and then adjourning to the ladies' room. (Now it was Ruth's turn to blush.) So Lucy decided to see what would happen if she put me on one of Ruth's screens. Ruth, of course, never even made it to the ladies' room any more. Lucy then had the brilliant idea of putting me in charge of watching Ruth. "The two of you had me using so much Astroglide," Lucy said with a smile, "that I should have bought stock in the company." Lucy tried to apologize for her manipulative behavior, but Ruth and I would have none of it. I knew my masturbating would come back to haunt me some day and Ruth said that "secretly" watching me had given her some of the best orgasms of her life. Lucy then reached into her handbag and took out a videotape. "Fair is fair," she said as she slipped the tape into a video machine which fed into Ruth's screens. One of the screens was now carrying an image of Lucy masturbating in her office. "I taped myself doing it while watching the two of you," she said. "I figured under the circumstances you two deserved to see it and might enjoy it." The tape had a sound track and the camera was pointed right at her pussy. She didn't have a young woman's body, but that made it even more exciting when I heard the liquidy noise of her hand working her cunt. Soon she closed her eyes, moved her hips and began making the beautiful noises that women make when they come. I was soaking wet and couldn't restrain myself a moment longer. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my panty hose, pulled up my dress and started to rub my pussy with my legs wide open. In a flash Lucy and Ruth were doing the same thing and the three of us masturbated together. Ruth came first and as she let out her cry Lucy orgasmed with a loud moan and then I climaxed powerfully too. We twinkled at each other after our breathing returned to normal and we each sniffed our fingers, as we had watched each other do so often. The three of us have gotten together at Lucy's apartment many times after that. We also found the perfect way to keep our hands off ourselves -- we joyfully eat each other out. You may be wondering what it's like to eat a woman Lucy's age and let me tell you it is wonderful. I love her sweet scent and, thanks to her taking hormones, menopause hasn't slowed her down a bit and she comes every bit as hard as her two younger friends. We had agreed to erase all of the tapes, but there was an old debt I wanted to repay first. Few women had been more important in my life than Sister Margaret Claire and I wanted her to share the excitement of seeing these tapes. I knew that she would erase them immediately and was sure she would have the time of her life watching them. So I sent them off to her with a loving note and assumed that was the end of it. But it wasn't. A week later a video arrived in the mail from Sister Margaret Claire. I put it into my machine and discovered it had a soundtrack. It began with a picture of the school and some Bach playing in the background. Then the tape showed Sister Margaret Claire sitting on a lovely large bed. She proceeded to do the same striptease she had done while I was in school with the Bach still playing in the background. It made me laugh out loud. Piece by piece she removed the many layers and, although she was a little older and grayer than before, the look in her eye told me that she was every bit as hot. Picture Perfect The dark street in Paris Petrie LeClair walked down was colorless and dark which was something he hated. The smell of wet dank dirt filled his nostrils reminding him he was in a part of the city where polite gentlemen rarely ventured. He chuckled to himself. No one would accuse him of being a polite gentleman by any standard. He was, of course, an artist. A painter of portraits was his trade and he made a decent living at it. Portraits of fat aristocrat women with globs of gelatin filled skin were his subjects. Some actually nauseated him as he painted them on canvas, but they paid well and that was the crux of the matter. The street suddenly veered left as he walked with his head down in a pensive mode. His destination was a small tavern; a den hidden from view of others where no one would recognize him. As he opened the door squeaking on rusty hinges, the smell of stale whiskey rushed towards him inviting him to a small table near a corner. A man of burly looks nodded to him from behind the bar and a few moments later a tankard of ale was set before him. He cringed as he sipped the soured brew. It would take a few more gulps before it actually tasted good, but he didn't mind. He had no place to go. He hadn't been consigned to do a portrait in months and the promises of a new one was not within sight. Petrie brooded in his corner pondering his ill fate, when a woman with a lush head of red hair sauntered passed him. She glanced at him briefly and noticed her green eyes were like those of a cat; always watching and waiting. Their eyes met and she nodded casting him a slightly twisted smile. Her skin was of cream smooth and unblemished, with a light tinge of rouge on her cheeks and lips. She wore a green velvet cape which hung delicately about her shoulders then draped softly to the floor. Petrie watched her carefully observing every move she made. She was delicate, but willowy. She wasn't like the other women who frequented a place like this. She was different almost out of place in her surroundings, but seemed familiar to it at the same time. The bar keep immediately handed her a glass of wine. She paid in gold coins then turned to sit at Petrie's table. Petrie could feel the rush of heat flow through his cheeks as the woman removed her cape allowing the fullness of body draped in gold satin to show forth. "May I sit with you," she asked in a sultry voice. Petrie said nothing for fear of choking on his words which allowed him only a muttering "yes" to escape from his lips. Her dress was cut low with her breasts on the edge of tumbling out of it at any moment. His eyes followed her figure to her small waist to her full rounded hips sending Petrie's imagination into a whirl. He could only wonder what lie beneath the fine layers of silk that clung to her body like a second layer of skin. When Petrie gathered his wits, he managed to speak coherently, "You do not look like a woman who would frequent a place like this," he said. "I go where I like," she said licking the last drop of wine from her lips. Petrie chuckled, "What is your name?" Petrie asked. The woman looked at Petrie with her piercing green eyes, "What would you like to call me," the woman replied. Petrie smiled, "Well you smell of jasmine in the spring." "Then you may call me Jasmine," the woman smiled. "Jasmine," he said as if it were honey on his lips then asked, "Do you not wish to know mine?" The woman sighed heaving her breasts at him, "Is it necessary that I do?" Petrie could feel the heat of his body growing intense, "No, I guess it doesn't" Jasmine rubbed her fingers over the condensation of her wine glass then rubbed the coolness over her neck sighing with its refreshing tingle. She knew of Petrie LeClair. He was tall and handsome in a dark sort of way. He was worldly by most standards, but he held his highest regards to those other than clients. His private business in the beds of women was limited to those outside the aristocratic realm. For a few drinks, they were an easy tumble in bed to which he would cast out onto the streets in the morning. "You are the artist Petrie LeClair," she said, "I have seen you before." Petrie puffed his chest out, "Then you know of my work." Jasmine leaned back smiling, "I know that you paint the rich fat cows of the upper class. I'm sure they pay you well to look at their sagging flesh." Petrie grimaced. Jasmine was right. That was exactly what these women wanted. They were sexually deprived creatures who were reduced to paying someone to look at their nakedness for which their husbands had long since discarded for younger mistresses. He fed upon them for his livelihood. He could deal with it on most occasions, but the way Jasmine said it made him feel cheap like a leech sucked on the blood of animal. "You do not approve," Petrie said gulping his ale to dull the sting of her blow. "It doesn't matter whether I approve or not, Petrie, but I have seen your work and it is good. That is all that matters to me," she nodded brushing back her hair from her face. "Matters?" Petrie glanced up at her. Jasmine reached into the cleft of her breasts and retrieved several gold pieces which she placed on the table in front of him, "This is an advance. I want you to paint my portrait. I want you to paint me nude, but you must do it exactly as I say," she murmured lowly as if purring. Petrie counted the gold pieces on the table. Her advance was what most paid in full. His heart beat in his chest. He would forfeit it all just to see her naked body in the light of the window. He would even beg for it. "You're very generous," Petrie coughed picking up the gold pieces and stuffing them in his pocket. Jasmine ignored his comment, "I know where you live. I will come to your rooms in the evening only. I will knock twice on your door. You will then know it is me. You are to tell no one of this. When the portrait is done, someone will come to retrieve it and you will be paid in full for your work. Is it agreed?" she asked knowing full well that the agreement was already sealed. "May I ask why the secrecy?" Petrie asked. "No you may not," retorted Jasmine, "You will have your money and I will have my portrait. That is all you need to know. I will come to your rooms tomorrow evening at seven." Before Petrie could say another word, Jasmine rose, draped her coat about her shoulders, and left. Petrie sat back in his chair watching her leave still amazed at her beauty and brazen approach. She was guaranteed he would be ready at seven to greet her. ***** Petrie could barely wait till the clock on the wall chimed the seventh hour. As predicted when the clock began to strike, there was a knock on the door. He opened it eagerly awaiting her. Jasmine breezed by him barely aware of his presence. Petrie felt his body heat with excitement as he closed the door behind her. "May I take your coat?" he asked. Jasmine said nothing as she let her cape be removed from her shoulders. He shuttered as he looked at her. She wore only a sheer gown of black lace that was made obviously made to fit her. With her red hair tumbling in waves over her shoulders like a waterfall, Petrie felt she already was a portrait in flesh. Petrie could feel the swelling of his cock inside his pants. He had seen nothing so beautiful as this woman who stood before him. The urge to touch her was overwhelming, but she would pay him handsomely for his work and he needed the work so his hands were clenched at his side. "This is my studio," Petrie said clearing his throat. Jasmine glanced about the room with no emotion. It wasn't why she was there and Petrie could sense it, "I think I shall lie here," she said pointing to the lilac and gold tapestry covered lounging couch. Petrie caught himself. Usually it was he who gave the directions of how a client would pose. He needed just the right light and angle to do his best work, "Perhaps you would allow me to arrange the lighting to suit your best features," he suggested. Jasmine thought for a moment, "No, I think this will do," she said ignoring his request. "As you wish," Petrie sighed scanning his eyes over her body. There was no angle that would not suit her and he surmised she knew it, "Well then, I will just set my canvas and brushes for us to begin." Petrie turned away from her to allow his erection to subside. Somehow painting this lush woman with a fully extended cock would not be Interfere with his intentions. Secretly he wanted her to see it; see what she was doing to him, but then again, he knew she already was aware of her affect on him. Jasmine said nothing as he left her, but moved towards the lounging couch, removed her lace gown and lay naked on the softness of the cushions. When Petrie returned his mouth fell open with his cock resuming its upright position. Jasmine lay fully on her back. Her breasts were full and plump with hardened nipples that rose at the tip in a soft rose color. Her stomach was flat with a gentle sloping into her full firm hips with soft curls of red hair on her mound. She languished there smiling with her eyes riveted on him. "I believe I would like this pose," she said dreamily. Petrie stared at her. His erection once again was rigid inside his pants. He wanted nothing more than to mount her body and ride her till he burst inside her. "You are very beautiful," he said in a low moan. Jasmine chuckled, "And you Petrie are a very handsome man, but we are here for my portrait." "Yes, yes, of course," Petrie reminded himself setting up his easel, "And how would you like this done." Jasmine's face suddenly turned from soft to sultry, "You will do exactly as I say." Petrie felt his cock jump in his pants. How he had longed for a woman to say that to him. Most he met were needy young wenches who threw themselves at him. Now he was being directed; choreographed by a woman he barely knew. "And how would that be?" he asked barely able to contain himself. "Come to me Petrie," she said, "Come to me and I will show you." As if held in a trance by her, Petrie moved closer to Jasmine. He took her hand and pulled him to sit next to her. "I want you to touch my breasts." Petrie followed her command. His hands almost trembled at the touch of her soft firm mounds. They were warmly inviting. His hands went to caress her nipples, but she stopped him slapping them away from her. "Not until I tell you to," she whispered smiling, "Remember this is my portrait you are painting. You will do as I say". Petrie gulped, "Yes of course." "Now slide your hands down to my waist," she commanded, "rub your hands over my breasts to my hips. I want you to know explore every inch of my body. I want you to know it as you do your own." Petrie felt his cock ache. He felt his body tense filled with such desire at her commands that it drove him wild. His hands searched her body slowly feeling with his fingers the soft curves, the sensation of her skin sending passionate desire throughout his body. "Ah sweet Pet," Jasmine moaned, "You obey well." Her voice calling him Pet aroused him even more. She was in complete control. She knew what she was doing, but he had to be patient. The wet stain of precum in his pants was leaking through and he wondered if she could see it. "Now Pet," she continued, "do you like what you feel?" "Oh yes," groaned Petrie. "Good. Now suckle on my nipples. Nip at them so that they tighten," she said. Petrie anxiously cupped her breast in his hand taking the soft rosebud into his mouth. His eyes closed in sweet ecstasy as his tongue ran over the hardened buds flicking them with his teeth. He heard her moan again, but this time he paid little attention. The urge in him to penetrate her was growing strong with each nibble. She pulled his hair back releasing his grip on her, "Pet, not yet. You aren't ready for me." Petrie growled lowly, "Yes, yes," he whispered, "I want more. Show me what to do." Jasmine instinctively pushed his head lower till he could smell the mustiness of her mound, "Run your hands through my pussy hair," she said. Petrie was lost in her. He didn't question her command but did as he was ordered burying his face in her mound. Her soft curly hair brushed against his lips and cheeks. He could feel her wetness. Her sweet scent of arousal filled his nostrils. She did want him. Jasmine pushed his head lower, "Taste me," she groaned. Petrie wasted no time. He spread her legs admiring her before diving into her licking the soft lips of her clit with his tongue. She tasted sweet as her juices drenched his face. He could lay there for hours licking and slurping her nectar. The precum from his cock now streamed out of him. He wanted her like he wanted no other. Yet, he waited for her next command extending the excruciating sensual torture she was putting him through. "Does it taste good?" she asked as her back arched with her own desire. Petrie murmured a low "delicious" as he continued to lick. Jasmine laughed pushing him away, "Then Pet show me your desire. Show me your hard cock." Petrie slowly stood. His eyes darkened to that of man going mad. If she wanted to see how she affected him, he would show her. He unbuttoned his pants releasing his large thick extended cock. He grabbed it with his hand holding it in front of her, "Is this what you wanted to see?" he growled. Jasmine's eyes glistened with satisfaction. He was hard and stiff, "It is beautiful," she sighed, "Stroke it for me," Petrie needed no coaxing as his hand slid over the length of his shaft. He went slowly at first tightening his grip feeling it pulsate in his hand. "Play with your balls," she ordered and he obliged feeling his sack with one hand as he stroked his cock with the other. He let out a small shudder as the intensity of his work was giving rise to his cum. "You are not to cum yet," Jasmine said slapping his hands away from his body, "I want you to taste your precum." Petrie slightly taken aback regained his senses quickly doing as she asked. His finger glided across the head of his cock and raised it to his lips. The thing he did only in private he was now doing in front of this woman and he loved it. The fervor of his desire was coming close to an explosion and he wasn't sure how much more he could take before he exploded. Jasmine responded by rubbing her nipples with her fingers twisting them till they stood erect. Petrie cursed under his breath. She was enjoying every minute of his torture as much as he loved it. Her hand reached out and grabbed his cock sending a rush of heat through him. "You feel just about right," she smiled, "Now spread my legs." Petrie moved slowly over top of her careful not to pull her hand away from his cock. He spread her legs slowly letting her guide him to the heat of her inviting pussy. "Enter slowly Pet. Let me feel every inch of you," she said. Petrie shuddered as he pushed the head of his cock inside of her. It was hot and wet sucking him into her. His hips began to move slowly at first, in and out, then faster till she was riding her bucking his hips into her ass. Jasmine leaned back with her arms above her head letting him take her over and over again. She thrust her hips towards him meeting his every move. They were in a sweet sensual rhythm, but as he was about to explode shooting his cum inside her, she pushed his shoulders back and he fell from her. His cock twitched as she slid out from under him. "What's this?" he said between gritted teeth. Jasmine smiled devilishly, "Now my Pet, I couldn't just let you cum like that. It wouldn't be fair to me. I want you to cum over me. Shoot your seed over my body so that I may see it." Petrie jumped up and stood beside her, "Is this what you want?" he sneered, stroking his cock feverishly. "Yes, Pet," Jasmine said running her fingers over her clit, "Do it for me. Cum for me Pet. Let me see it." Petrie stroked his cock like a mad man, faster and faster. His legs began to tremble as his hands worked his cock. He watched intently as Jasmine rubbed her clit with her fingers in a circular motion. She was going to cum for him, but knew she wouldn't till he came first. He stroked harder. His balls ached for release. His cock turned red with heat. He could feel his cum begin to rise up his shaft. "Yes, yes," he said breathlessly as his cock began to shoot. Streams of hot cream splattered over Jasmine's breasts. He shuttered as another spasm of cum shot through his cock onto her stomach. He could see her moan and cry out as her own orgasm erupted soaking her fingers when Petrie's hot cum covered her. Petrie couldn't think. His own ecstasy had overtaken him as he squeezed the last drops of his cum onto her. He had never felt anything like that before. It had wrung him dry draining him and was forced to lean on the lounge to keep from collapsing onto her. Jasmine lay breathlessly under him. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Petrie watched her glistened with satisfaction and could not imagine anything more beautiful. Finally when his senses returned, Petrie sat next to her on the lounge couch. Jasmine leaned forward and cupped her hands to his face, "You are good, Pet," she said kissing his lips, "Now you will know exactly how to paint me." Jasmine was right. Petrie did know how to paint her. With each stroke of his brush, he brought her portrait to life. With every night she posed for him, she would bring him to a higher peak of ecstasy than the precious encounter. The magic of their time together devoured him. Yet, the day came when the portrait was done. Anxiously he waited for her return to take her painting, but she never came. Instead one night a tall man with an expressionless face knocked on his door. He paid Petrie the amount due and took the painting with him without a word. Petrie had wanted to ask the man where Jasmine was, but dared not. Their agreement had been complete. He had experienced her and that was all he would be allowed. He would never see her again unless she commanded him to do so. Until then he would have to wait because, after all, he was her obedient Pet. By Alexis Peignoir Picture Perfect (The fifth installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles) Chapter 1: The Proposal "Oh shit. I can't believe you're going to really do this," Lance Sheldon said to himself, as he pulled into the parking lot of the store Rebecca Goldstein and her husband owned. Lance had been hot for Mrs. Goldstein ever since he had her daughter, Kara, in his third grade class two years ago. He loved the way she presented herself, in her array of pantsuits and high heels. The way her pants always hugged her ass, never escaped his attention. Lance was halfway through the front door when he got nervous, and turned to walk back to his truck. "Hey Stranger!" He froze, instantly recognizing the voice that caught him before he could make his escape. Turning around with a concentrated effort, to render the expression on his face anything but Oh fucking shit, he smiled. "Good morning, Mrs. Goldstein. How are you this morning?" "I'm doing very well and yourself, Mr. Sheldon?" "I'm doing awesomely, thank you." "Well, what brings you over this way today?" "I was wondering if I could talk to you about an employment opportunity," Lance said truthfully. "Oh, you're looking for summer work. Why don't we step into my office and we can discuss some options," Mrs. Goldstein suggested, as she started toward the back of the store. Without replying, Lance followed behind, waiting to explain his situation in the privacy of the office. Once in the office, Lance looked around the walls while Mrs. Goldstein shut the door behind him. A dozen or so pictures lined the walls of the office. There were pictures of young kids, sunsets, beaches, and animals. The pictures looked professionally done, but Lance was pretty sure he knew why those particular pictures made their way to Mrs. Goldstein's walls. "These are awesome pictures, Mrs. Goldstein," Lance said enthusiastically. "Please, it's Becky, and thank you, Mr. Sheldon. I took, developed, and matted them all myself." "Please, call me Lance. I had a feeling you did," Lance said, pointing to a picture of two little kids on a carousel. "That one is the same one you gave me as a present last year." "So it is," Becky replied. "Have a seat Lance, and we can discuss a couple of openings I have for summer help." "I'm not actually looking for a job for myself," Lance explained. "I'm looking for employment for someone else." "Oh, you have a friend that would like a job?" inquired Becky. Now feeling anxious and awkward, Lance continued, "Well, I don't know if this friend would want this job or not." "I don't understand what you're getting at, Lance. You're trying to get a job for a friend who may not want the job?" "Well, I would like to hire someone for a job I want done this summer. I am in an interesting situation. For some time now, I have wanted to do a photo shoot. Not just any photo shoot, however. I want to be the center of a provocative photo shoot. My wife laughed at the idea and said that I was ridiculous. So, I wanted to find someone I could hire, not only in a professional capacity, but also someone that I would be comfortable enough with to be traipsing around scantily clothed." "And you thought of me?" Becky questioned, as if she was completely befuddled. "Yes, I thought of you immediately, actually. We've always had a strong rapport with one another, I have always felt very comfortable around you, and you are amazing with a camera," Lance explained again pointing out the picture filled walls. "The thing is, we need to keep this on the extreme down low. My wife thinks it's ridiculous, so I don't want her to know anything about it, if we decide to do it." "Well, I have to agree. This is an interesting and unique offer you've presented me with. Not something I have done before. We would need to keep it on the down low on both our ends. I don't think my husband would be all that enthusiastic about this type of a gig. I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Today is Tuesday. You give me three days to think it over. Come back in Friday morning, and I will let you know what I've decided." With that, Becky Goldstein stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Lance stood up, huge smile on this face, and headed for the opened door, stopping to shake Becky's hand. "Thank you for your time, Mrs Go.... Becky. See you on Friday." "No problem, Mr. Sh...Lance. Thanks for coming in. See you on Friday," Becky smiled back. Chapter 2: Contemplation Oh man, oh man, Lance thought to himself as he walked out of the Goldstein's store, you actually did it. Lance couldn't believe that he actually followed through with what he thought only a fantasy for the past few months. Now all I have to do is wait. Three days. Three Frigging days. Wow! Becky thought to herself as she closed her office door behind her daughter's former teacher. Did he really ask he what I think he asked me? He wants me to take provocative photos of him? What does that mean, scantily clad? Does that mean boxers? Naked? Wow! Her mind was spinning as she sat back down at her desk and went back to work. * ** As Becky lay in bed that night, she tossed and turned, unable to get the thought of the potential gig, that Lance Sheldon had proposed to her earlier in the day, off her mind. Fighting the inability to sleep, Becky crawled out of bed and made her way to the kitchen for a drink of water. "Stop thinking about this for just tonight. I can't take on this assignment. It's wrong," Becky told herself, as she grabbed a glass and turned on the faucet. She looked up at the microwave and realized it was 3:30 in the morning. Turning off the faucet she thought, I need more than water. She walked over to and opened the refrigerator door. Quickly scanning its contents for just the right refreshment for the occasion, Becky spotted it and grabbed it. She began to feel more relaxed as she poured herself a glass of red vine. After replacing the bottle and picking up her glass, Becky went through the darkened house to the living room, where she slumped down on the couch. As she sipped her wine, more specific thoughts of photographing Mr. Lance Sheldon ran through her head. He is a young, attractive man with a great personality. If I were to take on the job, I would conduct myself in a professional capacity, and charge Lance my going hourly rate. In addition to getting paid to complete a new and exciting photography gig, I will get to see a desirable man's chiseled body. It was well known around school that Mr. Sheldon was a bit of a health freak and attended his local gym often. Will I see his defined abs and chest? That tight little ass? Will he get completely naked? All these thoughts were beginning to have an affect on more than just Rebecca Goldstein's mind. As she set her glass of wine on the coffee table, she felt her nipples getting hard. She tilted her head back, slowly reaching under her short little nighty, and began massaging her clitoris with one hand and her nipples with the other. "Oh, Mr. Sheldon," she said out loud. "Just like that. I love the way you touch me. You keep that up and you're going to make me cum before you even fuck me." * ** "Honey, wake up. You need to get ready for work. What are you doing down here anyway?" Raymond Goldstein asked, nudging his sleeping wife. "Huh? What? What's going on? Becky mumbled. "That's what I was wondering," said her husband. "What are you doing on the couch?" "I couldn't sleep, so I came down, got a glass of wine, and sat down on the couch. I must have fallen asleep. Is it Friday?" she asked, glancing over at the empty glass on the coffee table. "No, it's 6:00 Wednesday morning. You need to get up, take a shower, and get dressed. We have a staff meeting at 7:30." "Okay, okay. Relax," Becky instructed, as she got off the couch and headed upstairs to take a shower. Man, was that a rough night, Becky thought to herself as she stripped off her nighty and climbed in the shower. At least now I know what I have to do about the situation. Rebecca Goldstein was a confident woman, and now she was confident about the difficult decision she had to make in regards to her old friend Lance Sheldon. Becky went through her day completely focused on the business at hand. She was able keep the "situation" out of her mind the entire day. She led staff meeting, held a business proposal with a potentially very large client, and met with a number of smaller clients. The nightstand alarm clock read 10:30 as Becky lay down in bed next to her husband, who had fallen asleep watching T.V. a half an hour earlier. Unlike the previous night, falling asleep was not an issue. After only ten minutes of reading, she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Elated that sleeping was not going to be a struggle tonight, Becky closed her book, placed it on the nightstand, and turned out her light. It felt like only seconds before Rebecca Goldstein was dead to the world. "Mmmm, Mr. Sheldon, teach me a lesson. I've been a bad girl. I need to be punished." "You do, do you? Well, naughty girl, I think you should suck my cock. Oh yeah. Just like that. Aw huh. That feels so good. You like when I fuck your face like that. I think I need to eat that hot pussy of yours." "I would love that, Mr. Sheldon. I'm sorry I was a bad girl. Please show me how to be a good girl. I want to be a good girl. Oh, my! Your tongue feels so good. Am I being a good girl?" "You are working hard at it, Becky, however, I think you need to invite me to stick my throbbing cock in this amazing pussy of yours." "Well, if that will make me a... Oh yeah. Damn, that feels good. Fuck me good, Mr. Sheldon! "You are so tight, Becky. Fucking you is so awesome." "You think so? You keep that up and you're going to make me cum." "I know, and I want to make you cum and drip all over my cock." "Oh Baby, don't stop! That feels so good. Faster! Harder! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. Oh, don't stop! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Holy shit!" "You like that, Baby? Feel good? Now I'm gonna cum all over you. How's that sound?" "Please, Mr. Sheldon. I deserve it. Show me that huge cock. Yeah. I want to suck and jerk you till you cum." "You want to what?" Raymond Goldstein inquired of his dreaming wife. "Becky, what are you talking about?" he continued, shaking the dreaming girl's shoulders. Coming to consciousness and looking up at her husband, Becky stammered, "Oh wow. Thank goodness it was only a dream. This man was trying to force me into his car. I told him to suck it you jerk, I'm not coming with you." She had always been quick on her feet, and Becky Goldstein was pleased with herself. Her husband seemed to buy the explanation as he kissed her and asked her if she was all right. Appearing content with his wife's nod yes, Raymond Goldstein turned over and went back to sleep. Damn you, Lance Sheldon! Becky thought, as she too turned over and tried to go back to sleep. What should I do with you? * ** "Wake up you hard working kids! It's 6:00, and time to get ready for another hard day at the office!" the morning DJ exclaimed, as the alarm clock beside Becky went off. "Damn. Didn't I just shut my eyes?" she grumbled, reaching to shut the alarm clock off, crawling out of bed, and heading for the shower, leaving her husband in their bed, still sleeping. "I can't take this anymore. I'm not waiting till Friday," Beck said out loud, stepping into the shower. "I will call Lance this morning and ask him to come in today so I can finally put an end to this dilemma." * ** "Hi, Lance. It's Becky Goldstein. I've thought about your inquiry regarding the employment opportunity, and I have come to a decision. Would you be able to come in today instead of tomorrow to discuss the situation?" "Oh, yes of course. What time works for you?" Lance asked wondering what a call from Becky Goldstein a day early could mean. "How about 3:00 this afternoon," she suggested. "That works. 3:00 it is. See you then. "See you at 3:00." Chapter 3: Details Driving to the Goldstein's store a day earlier than scheduled, Lance was anxious, nervous, and excited all at the same time. Given that Becky had called him, and requested to see him, meant that she had made up her mind. Because it took her less time than expected, Lance knew it could go either way; she has decided to take him up on his offer and she wants to discuss the logistics, or she has decided to reject his offer and just wants to put the issue to rest. Taking a deep breath, he walked into Raymond and Rebecca's place of business. "Mr. Sheldon, I presume?" asked the cute, little, blonde girl behind the counter. "Ah...yes, that's me," Lance said, a bit surprised. "Mrs. Goldstein said to send you to her office," the little blond girl continued. "Thank you," he said as he headed for Rebecca Goldstein's office, his heart pounding. "Good afternoon, Lance. Right on time. Please come on in, shut the door behind you, if you would, and have a seat. "Hi Becky. Don't mind if I do," Lance replied, with an obvious attempt at keeping himself from looking anxious. "I have to admit, I was a bit surprised when I got your phone call." "I thought you might be, but I felt it only right to get my feelings out in the open. Waiting just wouldn't make sense for either of us. I thought long and hard about your proposal both after you left Tuesday and yesterday, and after going back and forth a couple of times, I believe I have made my decision. "I see," Lance said uneasily. "You were right in everything you said the other day. We have always had a strong rapport with one another, and I have always felt as comfortable around you as you have around me." "Absolutely." Lance was encouraged. "However, this is a very delicate and serious endeavor you have asked me to take part in. Although I have some misgivings about the idea, and think that it is probably in both our best interests not to go through with the task, I have decided to reserve my final decision until after we have discussed the details." "That sounds fair," he assured Becky, and began answering her inquiries. He cleared up the two biggest questions Becky had about her potential job. He would indeed pay the going rate of $50 an hour for at least one hour, maybe two, and provocative meant pictures with no shirt right from the start, some pictures in his boxers, some in different costumes, and if the shoot is going well and both participants are comfortable enough, maybe a couple of nude pictures. After listening to all the information Lance provided, Becky thought for a second before confirming, "So, I will charge you $50 an hour, will work for anywhere between one and two hours, and we'll only do nude photos if we're both comfortable with the idea?" "Absolutely. We will treat this as a professional photo assignment, and neither of us has to do anything that we're not comfortable with." "Because it's you and we're entering into a paid professional agreement, I am going to go against my better judgment and agree to do this photo shoot. "Awesome! Will a day next week work for you?" asked Lance enthusiastically. After glancing at her calendar, she looked up. "I can do Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday. Will any of those days work for you?" Hoping for the best, Lance knew what days that would work for him for the coming three weeks. "How about Thursday at 1:00 in the afternoon?" "That works." Becky confirmed the appointment by scrolling something on her calendar. Standing up and walking to Lance's side of the desk, she shook his hand. "Well, I guess I will see you at your place on Thursday at 1:00." Unable to control his excitement, he wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you so much," he said, sounding like a kid on Christmas morning. Writing his address on a piece of paper on her desk, he continued, "Plug this into your GPS and it will bring you right to my house." "I will be sure to do that," she assured her newest photography client, as she opened the door to her office. "Have a great weekend." "You too. Thanks again," Lance said, exiting Becky's office, shit eating grin and all. Elated at the idea of Rebecca Goldstein coming to his house to take provocative pictures of him, Lance couldn't stop smiling as he passed the cute, blond girl at the front of the store. "Have an awesome day!" he practically yelled at her, as he opened the door and left the store. Sitting back down at her desk, Becky was completely beside herself with the agreement she had just made. What was she thinking? Was she thinking? She planned on turning down Lance's offer no matter his explanation. Why had her conscience allowed her to make a decision that was sure to become trouble one way or another. "I hope Thursday gets here soon," she said, "I can't take anymore nights like the last two." Chapter 4: The Shoot As Lance laid out the last of the outfits he planned to wear for his sexy photo shoot, with his very own professional photographer, he looked up at the clock. 12:45. Fifteen minutes before Becky was scheduled to arrive. Going back over the itinerary in his head, he reviewed all of the outfits and characters he planned to become for the shoot. First, he'd start light as an athlete with a simple pair of sweat pants, then move to an underwear model in his boxers. After the outfits became more fun. Lance had pulled out all of the Halloween costumes he had accumulated since he was a teenager. He planned to be a wide variety of half naked characters including: the Lone Ranger, a cop, a ninja, a G.I. Joe action figure, a butler, a president, a hippie, a king, a pirate, and if these all went over well, he would change out of his boxers and into his athletic support and baseball cap and be a bat wielding slugger for his favorite baseball team, the Red Sox. Lance stood in the extra bedroom of his home, that he designated as his office, daydreaming about the photo shoot that was just about to take place, when one of his dogs ran to the front door barking. Gathering his thoughts together, he ran down the stairs, stopped at the bottom, and walked coolly to the front door. Seeing Becky's smiling face, he said, "Good afternoon, Ma'am. Come on in." "Good afternoon, Sir. It's nice to see you. I've come prepared. I brought my best camera and a multitude of lenses," she pleasantly informed him. "Perfect," Lance said approvingly, handing her an extra memory card. "I have the memory card." "Very good, Sir. Why don't we get started." "Sounds good," he said walking toward the stairs. Climbing the stairs and leading Becky to his office, Lance explained, "I've assembled all the outfits I want to wear, so it will save us some time." "Good idea," Becky said in agreement. "I just need a sec to change into the first outfit," he said, shutting the door, leaving Becky standing in the hallway by herself. "Okay. Come on in," he instructed, after finishing "dressing" for the first round of shooting. Becky turned the knob and came in shooting. "Oh yeah, Baby. Just like that. Put your hands on your hips." What an amazing set of chiseled abs this man has. Look at that chest. "Flex for me, Mr. Athlete of the Year. Cross those arms. Good. Now, put them behind your head. Let's see those abs." After clicking off about a dozen pictures, she asked, "What else do you have for me, Mr. Sheldon?" "Well, I'd like to do similar pictures in my boxers, if that's cool." "Don't see why not," Becky replied. "Easy enough," he said, quickly pulling off his sweat pants at the same time, leaving him in just his boxers. Lance continued to change costumes and pose in a multitude of ways as Becky continuously snapped pictures. He was just about to put on his tie and Bill Clinton mask when she said, "These costumes are cute and all, but wouldn't you really like to shake things up and take some really hot pics?" Picture Perfect "Um....ah....sure, I guess," he stammered a bit, caught off guard with his photographer's question. "Well, what kind of pictures do you think would make hot pictures?" she pressed. "Um, well, I have a pair of handcuffs and a blind fold in my nightstand," Lance admitted. "Great. Go get them." she said with a sly little smile. Lance hurried back with the handcuffs and blindfold. "Here they are," he said handing the items to Becky. Walking out into the hallway and looking around, she said almost to herself, "Now, where to set you up." Wandering into the other spare bedroom, she took notice of the bed. "Oh look. Here's a bed with a brass headboard. The cuffs will go around that nicely. Go ahead and have a seat while I put this blindfold on you. There you are. Now lay, down while I secure the cuffs to the bed." After binding Lance to the bed, Becky stepped back to view her subject. Damn, I bet he'd be a great fuck! "Okay. Smile." she told him, snapping a few photos. "Now, look mean. That's it. This is so hot! You're going to love these shots." "It feels really hot," Lance admitted. "I know one to make it even hotter," she baited him. "Really? How would we do that?" he asked naively. "Well, we could take off your boxers and shoot it nude," she said with a tone of encouragement. "This is a professional shoot and I would be comfortable enough to see you naked. That is, if you're okay with the idea." Feeling a bit of rising excitement within himself, Lance said, "Sure. I think that would be unbelievably hot. Would you mind taking them off for me?" he asked, as he arched his back allowing for easier removal of his underwear. "Not at all," came the reply as Becky reached down, grabbed a hold of one side of her daughter's former teacher's boxers with one hand, and the other side with the other hand, and pulled them down around his ankles and off. Stepping back again from the side of the bed, she admired the new view. What a great cock! I bet it looks even better hard. "So, is this hot?" Lance questioned, wondering why he wasn't hearing the click of the camera. You have no idea how hot this is! "Oh, yes. This is quite hot," she replied, quickly snapping a few pictures. Contemplating whether to ask the next question or not, Lance bit the bullet and asked, "Can you uncuff me so I can go and step up for an even hotter picture." "What do you think would make this even hotter?" Becky was dying to know. "Well, I figured I could stroke it a little and get myself hard. Wouldn't that make it hotter?" Holy shit! "Yes, I...ah...think it would," she agreed. "However, let me run and pee first, then I'll let you out, okay?" she said, hurriedly exiting the room. "Hold on. I can do it while you're..." he stopped himself after hearing Becky going down the stairs. "Okay. I'm back," she informed Lance, strolling back into the bedroom where he was helplessly handcuffed to the bed. "Great. Let's make these next shots the hottest," he said excitedly. "We can do that. I'll give you a hand." "Excellent. These shots will be great." Lance no sooner got the words out of his mouth, when he felt a hand close around his soft penis and begin stroking it. Before he could get his head around what was happening, he felt warm air and moisture all around his rapidly growing cock. "Oh, that feels so good," Lance mumbled, completely lost in the amazing sensations that were shooting through his body. "So, I take it, it's okay if I help you with your request," she teased. "Oh, please do," he moaned as his cock reached complete hardness. What a fucking great hard-on! "Oh, Mr. Sheldon. You're so hard. Let's take this terrible blindfold off you," she cooed, as she reached behind his head, undid the blindfold, and took it off." What the fuck! Look at those tits! Lance's head was spinning as he looked up to see Kara Goldstein's hot mom completely naked, with her what appeared to be 'C' cup, tits dangling in his face. "Damn, you're hot!" he told her. "I don't know about that," she argued, "but I am definitely as wet as you are hard. It would be silly to let these type of ideal conditions go to waste," she pointed out, as she climbed on the bed and knelt over Lance's rock hard cock. Grabbing it with her right hand, she guided it up to her soaking, wet pussy before plunging down on it, sending it deep into her. Lance moaned, as she began riding him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. They were soon fucking at a feverish pace, both moaning, and enjoying the experience immensely. "I want to feel you, Baby," he told her. "Please undo the cuffs." "Oh you do, do you?" she teased, reaching up and releasing the switch on the side of the cuffs. Feeling his hands come free, Lance reached down and began massaging Becky's clit. After only several minutes of fucking and massaging Becky, she cried out, "You're going to make me cum! Oh fuck! Yeah. Just like that! I'm cumming!" As her orgasm subsided, she collapsed on top of Lance, giving him little kisses and nibbling on his lower lip. "You don't think we're done yet, do you? You fucked me good, and now it's time for me to fuck you back," he said, as he rolled her over and laid on top of her. "I want to be back in that amazing pussy of yours," he told her as he grabbed his still throbbing cock and guided it to her still dripping pussy. With one good pelvic thrust, he was once again buried inside Rebecca Goldstein. It was Lance this time, however, that began to fuck his partner at a lightening pace. The friction was starting to have a stronger affect on both lovers, as Becky's soaking pussy started to dry a bit. The two moaned and grunted for what seemed like only minutes before Lance cried out, "Your pussy feels so good! You're going to make me cum!" "Whoa! Hold on Mister. I am going to cum again, and I want to cum again. Pull those balls down, and give yourself some endurance. We will cum at the same time." The orders were given. "Yes, Ma'am," he complied, as he reached down and pulled his sack down stretching it out. The feverish pace of fucking continued when Becky exclaimed, "You ready, Baby cause I'm gonna cum. "I've been ready, Baby. I want you to drip all over my cock." "Oh yeah, oh man. Give it to me! Make me cum again! Fuck! I'm cumming, Sweetie, I'm cumming!" "Oh yeah! Me too!" Lance exclaimed, as the two exploded simultaneously, bodies convulsing. Lance rolled off Becky, exhausted, as the orgasms ended. She jumped up from the bed and grabbed her camera. "Very hot pic," she said, snapping off a couple shots. "A tired stallion collapsed on the bed after a hot fuck session, sweat glistening off his face, chest, and stomach, cum glistening on his cock. Oh, yeah. Talk about hot." "Yeah, that was fucking hot," Lance agreed, struggling to catch his breath, "but now I need to take a shower to cool off and clean up." Looking up at Lance with a smile, "May I join you?" she asked. "I probably shouldn't go home with another man's cum dripping from my pussy and running down my legs. "Very true," he laughed. "I'll wash your back, if you wash mine." * ** "That feels good," Becky said, stepping into the shower and putting her head under the running water. "It looks even better than it feels," he teased, stepping in behind her, staring at her ass. Turning to face him, she said, "Thank you so much for today. I had every intention of keeping it a professional shoot, but once I saw that cock of yours, I was done. You see, I have had a difficult time sleeping ever since you presented me with your proposal. All I could think about, when I laid down at night was fucking you. That's why I was so sure about turning you down. That was until my conscious let me down at the last second, and I agreed to do the shoot." "Well, I guess I should thank your conscious for such an awesome time. Do you regret it now?" Lance tried to look serious. "No, I definitely don't," she admitted. "That's good. Neither do I," he said. "However, there is something I didn't do that I have fantasized about for some time now," he informed her, as he put his mouth on her rather large, beautiful nipples and began to suckle them. He continue his descent, kissing her stomach, before kneeling in front of her, and going all the way down to where his tongue made contact with her labia. "Oh, well. If that's what you've always wanted to do," she moaned, "then you should do it." Feeling his cock becoming hard again, Lance worked his tongue in a circular motion over Becky's clit, at a pace that brought her to climax within minutes. "Wow, again!" she exclaimed, as the rush of another orgasm overcame her body. The tongue didn't stop for a second, allowing Becky to squirt her cum all over Lance's awaiting face. "That's not fair," she pointed out. "You've gotten me off three times, and you've only gotten off once. I want you to cum again," she said, turning around and bending over, leaving her lips exposed from behind. "Put that hot cock in me, and let's make you cum again," she urged, pushing her ass into his pelvis. Lance grabbed her left hip with his left hand, while grabbing his cock and pushing it into her wet pussy, with his right. She moaned slightly, encouraging him to fuck her good. After his cock was in place, he moved his right hand to her right hip, and began pulling back and forth like a madman. "I love fucking you!" he proclaimed. "You have such an amazing body, and I've wanted you for so long." "That makes two of us," she stammered in between moans. It didn't take long before Lance felt the rush of his own orgasm. "I gonna fucking cum!" he exclaimed. With that, Becky pulled forward, whipped around, and grabbed his cock. Kneeling down, she began stroking it, causing him to explode. "Oh, yeah!" he cried out, as his load slashed against Becky's face and tits. Bringing the softening cock to her lips, she sucked it dry and asked, "How was that?" "That was amazing, Mrs. Goldstein. Thank you so much." "No problem. Now, wash me up," she instructed as she stood up. "I need to get back to the office." Lance gave her a kiss and proceeded to wash his cum off of her face, tits, and from between her legs. When he had finished, she washed him down, paying special attention to the removal of her cum from his shaft and balls. As the two showered and dressed, they made light chitchat, occasionally caressing each other's skin, and kissing. As their visit came to an end, Becky said, "Here you go," removing his memory card from her camera and handing it to him. "And here you go," he said, handing her a fifty dollar bill. "You did a professional shoot for an hour, and you shall get paid for that hour." "Thank you, Sir," she teased, heading for the door, lugging her camera and lenses. Before stepping out the door, she turned back toward Lance and kissed him. "Talk to you later, and if there's ever another photo assignment that cums up, give me a call." "You're the first one on my list. The best fifty bucks I've ever spent," he assured her. Best fifty bucks I ever spent. Picture Perfect Since the time she was old enough to be aware, Jai had noticed that she was special. Men always paid attention to her. Was it her sparkling dark eyes or her distinct giggle when she laughed? She wasn't sure. All she new is men noticed her and she liked it. Sometimes she would bait them by a suggestive word or pose. Her playful nature gained her many male friends and a few lovers. Her observant nature led her to be able to size up men accurately as well. A guy whose only interest in what was hidden under her shirt and pants was liable to be burned by her icy stare and a searing verbal attack. Only those counted as friends or prospective lovers were privileged to know her and see her. Across the way in the next apartment building she had spied the new occupant. He was a young guy maybe in his early twenties sitting on the patio sipping a drink, reading the paper. Who reads the paper anymore she thought in this age of computers? She tried not to appear like she was checking him out, yet she was drawn to him. His muscular torso and beefy arms caught her attention. He might be worth watching. Younger men didn't appeal to her in general unless they had something that stood out about them. Young guys were too impatient, too much in a hurry to get what they wanted and move on. She liked the older guys. Maybe they were married, maybe not. Older men had more time and had made their mistakes with women and were apt to be better lovers according to her experience. He seemed to be oblivious of her at this time, something that needed to be rectified. Maybe a change of clothes would draw his attention. Easing back into the apartment and heading to her bedroom she glanced in the hall mirror on her way by. Stopping to check her hair she turned her head, first this way then that way admiring what she saw. Her hair was still long and luxurious for a woman of her age. She turned sideways to observe her stomach and her butt. Not bad for 39. She ran her hands over her breasts and felt the nipples stiffen immediately under her thin tee shirt. They were now poking out the material like little thimbles. Next she slid her hands down to her ass and turned more so she could see well. She pulled up on her shorts to show more of her firm ass cheeks giving herself a little squeeze in the process. It felt good even if it was her hands. I wonder what he would think of a pair of bike shorts and a cutoff tee, she thought. Searching her meticulously organized dresser drawers yielded the bike shorts. She held them up to see if they would even fit. They would be a little tight, maybe, but that was a plus for what she had in mind. Also a nice ragged cut off tee was added to round off the ensemble. Stripping off her white short shorts and top in a second, she contemplated panties. Should she or shouldn't she? Deciding against them because it occurred to her if she bent over he would better be able to see her lips outlined by the tight fabric. She picked up the bike shorts to put them on and glanced out the window in his direction. He was still on the patio. Good, she thought. He's about to get a really big show. Noticing he had removed his shirt, obviously to get some sun, a shiver went through her to her groin. He is gorgeous she thought. The though of his muscular body pressed to her gave her a momentary tingle in the right place. Her hand went automatically to her shaved bare pussy and cupped it. Her middle finger slipped between the folds and tested her wetness. A soft moan escaped her lips as she drew her fingers upward to her clit and began to gently massage the area above her engorged button. She could feel the hard little member and the familiar throb of her heart pounding in it. It was not her intension to get herself off but it looked like there was no choice now as she was too far into it. When she had gotten up this morning, her first act had been to stretch and put her hand between her legs, to get herself off to a good start of the day, as she did every morning, but this was different. She imagined herself with this young mans tongue tickling her bud and probing her wet gash with his fingers, as he licked and sucked on her hard clit. A stream of juice was running down her legs now as the thought of his ministrations continued in her. She wished she could actually feel his fingers in her wet pussy and probing her ass hole at the same time. Suddenly she was aware he was gone. While lost in the exquisite feeling of the spreading heat within her she had not noticed the man had gotten up and left the patio. It was too late to worry about it as a wave of pleasure flowed from her groin to her head and settled in her chest. Legs buckling and breath coming in ragged breaths she collapsed on her bed fingers dipping between her lips and spreading the silky wetness to the outer petals of her pussy. The wave within her continued but began to slowly subside as her breathing came back to normal. Dam it I missed him she thought. Slowly regaining her composure she sat up and looked out the window again, her heart jumped. He was back. She grabbed some tissues and wiped herself off then, picking up the discarded bike shorts. Shimmied them on, next followed the half tee shirt. Glancing out the window to check he was still there, she checked herself in the mirror. Her face and neck were still flushed from her previous exertion but she approved of her costume and headed to the patio. Picking up the watering can, she set about giving her thirsty flowers a drink all the while sneaking looks at her quarry across the way. True to form her target showed signs of noticing her arrival on the scene. She saw him looking around his paper in her direction and attempt to hide his interest. The patios were only 15 feet apart so it would not be difficult for him to see anything she wanted him to see. Making an exaggerated show of bending over to pick up discarded leaves from the pots she showed her best asset. Also it was positive at least the bottom half of her breasts were exposed almost to the nipple. Glancing up, at the patio door in front of her she was able to see his reflection and he was definitely looking at her intently from behind his paper now. So as not to spook him she continued her work without looking in his direction, but moved closer to him while backing up. There was no doubt as to the effect. He shifted his position in his chair to relieve the obviously mounting pressure in his shorts. Nearly across from him now, she looked between her legs in his direction noticing that she had a very nice, well defined, outline of her pussy lips, which he couldn't possible miss. Slowly standing up and turning in his direction. She caught him diving his head behind the paper. "Hey!" she called out. "You must be the new tenant." "I'm Jai". Dropping the paper slightly," he said, "Hi, I'm Shawn. I moved in a few days ago." "Welcome to the Flats Shawn." "Thank you," he said. "If you need anything, perhaps I can help you," she said, a little suggestively. "Thanks again. I'll keep that in mind," he said. With that she picked up her watering can and went inside. It was a sure thing her little show had the desired effect. There was a noticeable tent in his shorts. Retreating to behind the heat reflective patio door where he couldn't see her, Jai turned around and looked across to Shawn's apartment. She was sure she could just make out the shape of his body in the kitchen leaning against the counter. Waiting a moment or two to see what would happen she paused to think. If I was a man and I just saw what I just saw, what would I do? It came to her that he might be hoping to see her return to the patio for another view, so with a mischievous grin she headed back outside to pick up her already tidy patio to see what might happen. Bending over again in full view of her now hidden watcher she began slowly sweeping the floor and making a big show of pointing her ass towards his direction fully aware he might be jerking off looking at her. Knowing he might be stroking his cock and looking at her made her flush with the pleasure she felt when fingering her own clit. Without panties on, her crotch began to get very wet and her lips were noticeable slippery. In the mean time she was looking into the reflection on the patio door for a sign of what might be happening over there. He must have moved in order to get a better view because she could clearly see him now. He evidently thought he was hidden well enough to take out his cock and stroke it boldly. Trying not to get caught watching him she watched his reflection and swished her broom and her ass for him. She also made sure her half tee top rode way up her chest exposing as much of her ample tits as she cold for maximum effect. Wondering how long a young guy could hold out from cumming at such a sight in front of him she wagered in her head he wouldn't last another minute or two. Suddenly he began to work his cock faster and she new he was almost done. In order to help him along she made a deep bend over from the waist to pick up her dustpan holding the pose maybe longer than she should. Looking up as she returned to a standing position she saw what was obviously him spurting cum on his kitchen floor. He convulsed a few times and worked his cock for a few more strokes, finally slowing to a stop. He stepped back out of view. Satisfied she had accomplished her mission for today. Jai went back into her apartment and went immediately to her bedroom stripping off her wet pants and tee shirt. She was so wet and horned up there was no doubt what would come next as she plunged her fingers in her dripping pussy. A long finger probed for her G spot and a wave of pleasure came over her for a third time today. There was no doubt she was going to enjoy this young man's attention. Also it was sure the attention would be mutual. Already working in her head was a scenario which ended up with his face buried between her legs sucking on her clit and probing both her ass and pussy at the same time with his fingers which always drove her over the edge. To be continued....... Picture Perfect You could have knocked me over with a feather when she said yes. I suppose it shouldn't have been a surprise. We had know each other for a couple of years and even though we had never met there was always an easy way that we spent our time together online. A little flirting I guess, but effortless and we seemed pillars of virtue in a sea of sex maniacs. Well, aside from the fact we agreed that we were both perverts and spent way too much time on story sites, we were fairly virtuous. I didn't ask what else she did online and she teased me about what I might or might not not be doing. I've only had that kind of ease with one or two other people, so for me having her for company seemed like a great addition to what was already going to be a fantastic trip. God knows there is a ton of down time between and after the morning and evening landscape photo shoots. Her being away from work, as she had been for months, was the reason I'd asked if she wanted to come along on my photo trip in the first place. She could join me when I flew into Vancouver. I'd have a good car, a couple of nice hotels near Tofino on the Pacific coast of Vancouver Island and a knack for finding the best restaurants and wine bars. It would just be friends with a chance to get a change of scenery. But still, it was me asking so, for the record, I was shocked when she agreed. When I suggested a few ground rules she jumped at them. Separate beds, separate bills, no obligation to share time together and unless both agreed and we lost our minds at the same time, no sex. They weren't necessarily the rules i'd have imposed if left entirely too my own devices but I didn't want any pressure on either of us to make this trip into anything laden with expectations. I liked our relationship as it was and this confirmed that she did too. I had no doubt she feared the worst and while she didn't mention it, she must have had an escape plan. There is no way I would have signed on without one if I were her. But I guess once I described my wacky schedule of early morning and late afternoon shoots, she realized she would have a nice room to herself for hours at a time with her books and her laptop. And of course, beaches to wander and those imagined restaurants and wine bars. So here we were in a rental AMG C350 Mercedes sailing out the Trans Canada toward the Tsawwassen ferry. She looked great, very slim, short dark hair, black glasses, a lovely black skirt and shirt and sweater. She smelled even better. They say good company is the best shortcut and the ferry ride was over in the blink of an eye. The 4 hour drive up and across the island was the shortest I've ever had as well. It was like traveling with one of my best buddies. Together we cursed drivers in other Mercedes who clearly didn't know how to drive, pondered the miracle of how Tennessee and the Giants were so high in the standings this season, agreed for over an hour, in detail, with examples, of why the CFL game is superior to the NFL game and laughed like hell at comedy on Sirius radio. Hell the only way I could tell I had a woman in the car was the three bathroom stops. One thing was clear, we both have elevated flirting to the status of an art form. Just like in our chats, we teased and flung innuendoes at each other to our hearts content. We set up in our hotel and then had a lovely late supper with too much wine in Tofino. Back in the room we fired up the gas fireplace and had a bit more wine and read by the fire. There was no awkwardness when we fell into our separate beds. At 5AM, head hammering from the wine, I dragged myself out of my bed and slipped out into the darkness to set up and wait for sunrise on the main beach. In the pattern I would have for the four days here in Tofino, I came back around 8:30 and quietly waited till she was up and around and we headed back into town for a late breakfast. I worked on my exposures from the morning most of the afternoon and she read and surfed on my iPad. She did spend a bit of time with me, watching how I teased detail and colour from the drab rainy morning's images. She looked beautiful leaning in looking over her glasses. I was back out shooting around the early winter sunset then picked her up for supper. No dressing up, a pretty good sign that she was comfortable with the activity and the ground rules. We did have a blast though. We met a bunch of people at the restaurant and went to a local wine bar with them. Again, time spent too easily with her and the evening ended with us sharing a couple of excellent single malt scotches. Day two went pretty much the same. She toyed with the idea of coming out with me for the evening shoot but I convinced her standing in one spot for two hours waiting for the clouds and sun to play nice was not high entertainment. She read. The third morning I slipped out onto the still dark landing at the top of the stairs that led down to the car and my breath was almost stopped by the cold. A wind had come up and it was a bit below freezing. I'd be dry in my rain kit but not very warm. I contemplated just going back in and slipping into bed but I had come a long way to be here for these mornings so I put my kit in the car and drove down to a high spot near Long Beach. As it brightened it was obvious things were not going to be great but I stuck it out. Between blowing on my fingers to keep them from freezing, keeping rain from running down my back and cleaning salt spray off my lens I got a couple of decent exposures. I fled back to the car and drove the few miles back to the hotel. The curtains were still closed when I got back so I took my rain gear off out on the deck and slipped into the room. She was still sleeping soundly. All I could see was a shock of short dark hair on the pillow above the comforter. I took my wet clothes off in my corner of the room and pulled on a robe to go into the bathroom and heat up in a hot bath. I was freezing. "Hey!" A heavy voice from her bed stopped me and turned me around. By the sliver of light coming in from the curtains I could see she was on her back in her bed completely covered up to her chin. But she had the comforter lifted and her leg was lain out on the sheet, cool looking, naked and so fucking inviting. A finger beckoned me and I walked over. Okay this is where I usually get completely stupid and entirely miss the intent of whatever is on offer. In this case I just stood frozen by indecision. She shook her head and said "Drop the robe and get in here Dummy, its getting cold" I slipped off the robe and dove under the comforter. I slid over as she rolled onto her side and put her arms around me. She pulled me against her and I gasped. With my cold wet skin it felt like she was on fire. She gasped and pulled me tighter. All she had on was a pair of panties and her slim body was pressed against mine from my shoulders to my toes. I moaned a little and she shivered with my coldness as my hand slid from her shoulders, down her back to the top of the panties, skipped over them and rubbed down her thigh. I had never in my life felt anything as good as that woman felt in my arms at that moment. I slid my hand back, this time skimming lightly over the panty and then I trailed my nails lightly up and down her back a few times. The last time I pushed the waist of the panty down just enough to find the top of the crack of her lovely ass but I quickly flattened my hand and felt around her slowly. Her breathing was steady and she let out a long deep sigh as my hand roamed her back and hips. I reached over her until I found the hardness of her thigh bone, dug there for a second and rubbed around her side and up under her arm. To this point I was just in awe at the heat and feel of her body but when my fingers detected the rise of the side of her breast just under her armpit, my cock jumped and began to pound its way up from tiny cold guy to fully hard ready for action guy. Truly embarrassed when she didn't move or make a sound at the feel of it as my cock lifted and pounded up her inner thigh with each beat of my heart, I pulled my hips away from her and gently raked my nails up and down her back again. Another big sigh, this time sounding a bit like she was saying: "Do I have to do this by myself?" and she put her hands on my chest, rubbed over it and my nipples a couple times and pushed me onto my back. I slid my hands up into her short dark hair as she leaned in and kissed my neck just in that spot that becomes chest. She kissed once a bit lower, nipped me with her teeth, then started a slow series of kisses, each separated by her sliding down a bit lower in the bed. My hands left her soft hair and went up the headboard as she licked an sucked on my tummy just below my belly button. My cock was jumping and bouncing and finally I felt her warm fingers wrap themselves around me. I moaned and my hips raised into her hand. There was a soft "mmmm" sound and suddenly the head of my cock was in a fiery hot wet mouth. "Oh fucking hell, yesssss!" I moaned as she sucked hard on me and her tongue rolled all over the head of my cock. She slid her hand up and down my shaft a couple of times before pressing my cock against my tummy and licking down the fat vein, sucking on it and then licking back up before settling in licking just below the head of my cock. She lifted her leg over mine and as her hot panty pressed against my leg, scalding it, she sucked the head back into her mouth. My back arched and I roared as my cum suddenly filled her mouth. I couldn't believe I was cumming already. It was as if she was somehow pulling it from me rather than me shooting. Maybe it was because it had been so cold just moments before but I've never had an orgasm like it before or since. I felt like my cock was burning as it oozed and oozed and she almost imperceptibly sucked it and let it slide down her throat. I almost tore off the headboard as I gripped it and arched my back through the entire orgasm. Finally it stopped and she slid her mouth up onto my tummy and let the last of my cum slide out onto my skin. Her head lay on my lower chest and she fingers slid around in the cum for minute or so. Then she slid up and kissed the side of my neck. "Oh my God Babe, that was un-be-fucking-leavable," I half laughed. She chuckled too and kissed my neck again. I realized it would be a few minutes before I was ready for any kind of action again but I wanted badly to make her feel as good as she had just made me. I slid my hand down onto her ass and moved down in the bed. "No, no, no," she said softly and pulled her hips away while lifting me back up by the chin. She kissed me softly on the lips before turning away from me in the bed. I rolled on my side and she spooned back into me, pushing her cute little ass into my crotch. She made a soft sound, half sigh, half moan. I wrapped her in my arms and I felt her breathing, still as slow and steady as when I got into the bed with her. Once again I was as confused as I was when I was 16 years old. At the feel of her, my erection returned then went away, at least a couple of times. My racing heart slowed until it steadied into a normal beat and I nodded off a few minutes later. Picture Perfect First time I have written. I know its is shor, but hope it is enjoyed. I hear a knock at my door. Could it really be you? I open the door, and to my delight you are standing on my doorstep. I greet you with a giant hug, and welcome you inside. We sit on my couch and chat for a while about how our days went, and get caught up. After a while we start to look for something to do. I mention that we were supposed to take pictures of each other, and you respond with a mild laugh. You state you don't know if that is a good idea, and start talking about how you never think pictures turn out well for you. I do my best to assure you of your beauty. I also inform you that no one other than me will see the pictures unless you want them to. You take a long pause deep in thought. I set in anticipation of your answer. I take your feet and remove your shoes. I decide to give your feet some attention while you make up your mind. As I rub your feet you go through reasons to do, and not to take pictures. You then ask me if I really think that we should do that. I assure you that yes I want to take the pictures. You state ok you feel like being a bit crazy, but it does mean I have to stop rubbing your sore feet. My hands come off and you start laughing. You ask where we should start. I state my bedroom, as there will be the most privacy there. You agree and we head off to my room. Once in you state that you can't believe that you are really going to do this, but then reach in your purse and take out your camera. You set your purse down by the door, and then walk over to me and give me the camera. You lie on my bed and ask my again if you should really do this. I assure you my answer will not change. I suggest we can start off with clothed pictures and move on from there. You agree, and then ask me how I want you. I tell you that is a pretty loaded question to which you respond with a laugh. I suggest that you start off on your knees. You glance a bit at me, and I realize what I said. I rely with I mean on my bed, and you giggle a bit. I ask you if everything I say is going to come out wrong, and you reply with probably. You Get up on your knees on my bed, and ask if this is good. I state that it is, and take the first picture. I move around you to get different angles. You play the seductive roll, and start doing various different poses. During the photos I am assuring you of how beautiful you look. After several shots I recommend you unbutton your blouse. You think for a min and then your hands move to the top button of your blouse and you unbutton it. I resume taking pictures again. You look up and state you were not ready. I state this will make some great pictures. You undo the rest of your buttons this time playing a bit more to the camera. You open the blouse briefly to reveal your bra underneath, and then quickly cover yourself back up. You ask me for reassurance, and it is given. The blouse begins to slowly open again. Slowly you slide it off your shoulders. It seems you are coming more and more relaxed as the photo session continues. You lay back on my bed, and put a knee up. While you are wearing a skirt you are positioned when I can't really see underneath. I take a few more shots from various angles, and you do various poses from lying on your back to laying on your side. I suggest that you remove your skirt now. You slide off my bed and unzip your skirt. It seems you are becoming a lot more comfortable with the idea of pictures now. After unzipping your skirt you let it fall to the floor. For the first time I am able to see you are wearing a very sexy matching bra and panty set. I tell you how beautiful you look. You thank me and slide back into my bed. I take a couple more shots, and then this time without me saying a word you slide one bra strap down and then the other. You fold your arms over your chest, and even though you are still wearing your bra, it doesn't look like it. A couple more shots are taken, and you ask me to unhook your bra. I eagerly comply with your request, but you still keep your arms folded over your breasts. Keeping them covered with one army your remove your bra, and discard it with the other hand. A couple more photos are snapped. You ask me if I am ready, and I state that I am. Up does your arms and I get the first glimpse of your bare breasts. You seem excited as your little pink nipples are protruding. I want so much to kiss and caress them. I am so awe struck I completely forget I have a camera until you ask if I am going to take any more pictures. Bringing the camera back up to my eye I begin to take some more pictures. You grow more and more relaxed and start posing even more seductively. I am having a difficult time taking pictures as I just want to drink you all in. The fact that my pants are stirring does not help the matters either. Laying back down you hook one side of your panties with your thumb, and ever so slowly inch then down until I can see just a hint of nicely trimmed pubic hair coming from the top of your panties. Blowing me a kiss you pull them back up. I wonder to myself if I got that shot. You sit up with your back to me and wiggle your ass, and then lower the back of your panties enough to expose your rear. I take some more pictures and you then pull them back up. I tell you at the same time what you are doing is both sexy, and a bit mean. You giggle a bit and ask why that is, is it because you want this? Right after your question you roll back onto your back and quickly remove your panties, but you seem careful to keep your sex covered either by leg placement or by your hand. The excitement and anticipation is both arousing and torturous. I try to distract myself by taking more pictures, but it is really not helping. With legs together and your hand covering your sex you lean up on your other elbow and look deep into my eyes. Slowly you part your legs, and move your hand so that you are always covered. When your knees are apart you slowly start to bring your hand up. Not wanting to miss a think I start rapidly taking pictures. As your hand moves up slowly revealing your sex I notice one finger dipping into your folds and them coming out to remove your hand, and you move that arm to your side so you are supporting yourself on both arms and elbows. I am sure I am drooling as I take some more pictures. I also do all I can to commit this moment to memory: the poutiness of your lips, and the neatly trimmed mound above them. I tell you that you can't imagine how long I have wanted you in this position, naked in my bed. You ask now that I have you there what will I do with the situation? I put the camera down and slide into the bed next to you. Feverishly I begin to kiss you. Just as my hand starts to explore your body I feel you tugging at my shirt. I position myself so that it is easier to remove. You then unbutton, unzip and remove my pants. You lay back down and our lips meet again. My hands explore every inch of your body it can reach. My hands caress your breast, and my fingers roll over your nipples. I feel you grab me and start to stroke. When you do this my hand wanders down to your sex and your readiness lets me in. When I first penetrate you a little sigh escapes your lips, and momentarily interrupts our kiss. I state that I have wanted this for so you. You state that you have too, and you want my inside you now. I roll on top of you and your guide me into you. Once inside and fully in I pause for a moment to savor the feeling, the moment. Your hips begin to move and I ever so slowly begin thrusting inside of you. Or pace is slow and steady as chills rock both of our bodies. Our lips meet again as we passionately kiss. Still inside you I roll you on top of me, and you begin to ride. With you in control I match your thrusts with mine. I caress your legs, arms, and breasts when you sit up raising and lowering yourself on me. When your pace slows I roll you back onto your back and proceed to move in and out of you. You state you are about to cum, and I quicken my pace. You state that you want to be back on top, and I position yourself back on top of me. It's not long before your orgasm hits, and mine follows right behind yours. You collapse on me while I am still in you. Your head rests on my chest and you stroke my hair. I caress your back as we just lay there. Not a word is spoken, or seemingly needing to be spoken. Eventually I am betrayed by myself and I am removed from you. You get up stating you should clean yourself, and run into the bathroom. When you emerge you pick up the camera, and state it's time for you to take pictures of me. I notice you have not gotten dressed, and think to myself this could be fun. Picture Perfect We broke up for a lot of reasons, Angela and I, as people always do. It was the laundry that triggered it. We must have squabbled over the laundry at least a dozen times before, but for whatever reason, this time the proverbial camel collapsed under the pressure. I'd been putting through load after load, trying to get through it all before she got home from work, hoping she'd appreciate coming home to a tidier living space. I was even starting dinner as she walked into the basement suite we shared. She huffed out an exhausted sigh as she dumped her purse and keys on the table and trudged to the bedroom. I heard the squeak of the bedsprings as she flopped down. You're welcome for making dinner, I thought, but instead called, "Rough day, babe?" She didn't answer. Five minutes later she stomped into the kitchen with a bra dangling from her outstretched hand. "Again, Jason--you did it again!" she growled, glaring at me with unmitigated fury. "Aw, shit--I'm sorry, babe. I know those aren't supposed to go into the machine." I shrugged helplessly. "I swear I looked. It must have been tangled into a shirt or something." "Right. It's never your fault, is it?" I furrowed my brow at her. "Can you relax a little? It's just a bra. Honest mistake. Here--I can be your bra." I grinned playfully, cupping my hands near her breasts as I tried to defuse the situation with humour. "Don't you dare!" she snapped, pulling away as if I were some random pervert, and not her boyfriend, who had touched her breasts on a regular basis for nearly two years. "I'm so sick of this... I'm so sick of all of it!" She flopped down at the table and burst into tears. It all came out then--every petty frustration, every held grudge. How I never cleaned up after cooking, how I tracked dirt everywhere, how I forgot sometimes to pay our phone bills by the due date, and so on. Things came out that caught me completely by surprise. She was frustrated that I could never have a deep conversation with her, how I was rude and tactless and hurt her feelings constantly, and her friends all apparently shared this opinion and thought she was an idiot for staying with me. I knew I was a bit on the brusque side, but I'd always figured, why say something in twenty words what you can say in two? If I'd hurt her feelings she hadn't exactly expressed this to me with any kind of clarity. I guessed it was one of those situations where I was supposed to just know when her feelings were hurt. Or, possibly, she hadn't really been hurt but was convinced by her friends, who had hated me from Day One, that she should be. I did my own share of venting since the gloves were off at this point. I told her, speaking of rudeness, maybe she could have thanked me once in a while for doing the laundry or making dinner instead of finding fault all the time. I claimed to do a lot more of the housework than she did, though this was a point of fervent disagreement between us. I criticized her for gossiping about me to her friends instead of confronting me about her complaints directly. Things got a little less mature from there, I'll admit. I had a few things under my skin that I hadn't thought worth bringing up until this very moment; now those things seemed enormous. I told her how annoying it was when she told people her name was Angel, and how it was tenfold annoying when she'd started to buy little teeny-bopper t-shirts and cutesy jewelry that said "Angel" on them in glitter. I told her it wasn't cute--I told her her name was Angela, and going around with sparkly crap that said "Angel" on it made her look like a stripper, and it certainly didn't help that she wore way too much makeup, her clothes were too small, and why the hell did she buy so many high heels she could barely walk in? I think I used the term "disgustingly pretentious" at one point, and I didn't even know how true it was until I'd let it cross my lips. I'd despised her pretensions for so long, and had swallowed it all back to avoid a fight. She was weeping plenty by this point, wailing about how horrible I was for staying with her if I hated her so much, and maybe I just kept her around for sex. I grimaced at the ghastly black trails of mascara running down her face and pointed out that we hadn't done it in nearly a month because she was so goddamn frigid, or maybe because she was getting it somewhere else. This did not go over well, but I still took the opportunity to call her out on her regular and shameless flirting with our upstairs neighbour, this pretty-boy bohemian type whose name we didn't even know but called "Artsy McLonghair". At this she stormed out of the room, effectively ending our final battle. Angela found a friend to stay with and moved out very quickly. I decided to enjoy the sudden peace and freedom I'd been granted rather than getting depressed over the split. The only thing that really troubled me was how untroubled I was. I could hardly think of a thing I even liked about Angela now--it's funny how one's perspective changes after a breakup. Funny and disturbing. How many people, I wondered, were stuck in soul-killing relationships just because of routine? I actually did start to miss her a little, in a moment of weakness when I was next doing a load of laundry. I started digging through my clothes as I filled the machine, making sure there were no delicates to separate, then suddenly remembered Angela was gone and delicates were a thing of the past. The thought brought both relief and a pang of loss. We'd been together for a long time--it was inevitable I'd feel like something was missing. I heard a key in the lock, and one of my neighbours stepped in. There were four suites in the building--a sprawling old converted heritage house--and we all shared the laundry room that happened to adjoin my suite (the lone perk of living in the basement). There was a schedule, and today was my day for sure. I'd double-checked. "Oh... sorry!" he said. It was Artsy McLonghair himself, holding a white shirt in his hand with a blotchy pinkish stain on it. "I know it isn't my turn, but I've had a paint emergency." He smirked. "I was hoping I'd get lucky." I sighed. I didn't interact with the guy much, but he irritated me almost as much as Angela, with his long, girly hair and his thick Scandinavian accent. He was just plain odd, and seemed to have an endless flow of equally odd visitors of varying ages and genders. I knew he was an artist, as I'd see him sometimes hauling large canvases up the stairs, and he almost always had paint splatters on his clothes, skin, and even his otherwise maddeningly perfect hair. "Why'd you paint in it if you didn't want paint on it?" I asked, my voice betraying some of the irritation I felt. He seemed completely unfazed, and in fact, smiled wider, revealing a set of perfectly straight, white teeth. Maddeningly perfect. "Call it a blond moment?" he chuckled, flicking back a stray blond lock from his forehead. He was one of the blondest human beings I'd ever seen. His hair, eyebrows, and lashes were almost white. "Sometimes inspiration strikes, and I stop for nothing. Forgot what I was wearing. I guess I could soak it some more for now, and come back in a couple of hours...?" I shrugged and glanced at the shirt in his hand. It looked like he'd already worked at the stain as thoroughly as possible, and it wasn't likely to bleed paint into the rest of my clothes. "Nah, just throw it in with mine if you like," I offered. "I just started a load." He glanced in as I lifted the lid of the machine, giving an appraising glance over the mass of clothes that were just starting to get sudsy. "You don't separate your colours," he stated. "Goddamn it, you too?" I laughed humourlessly. "Sorry--touchy subject. Seriously though, I always wash everything together, and my whites still come out white. No lectures, please." "All right," he said lightly, dropping his shirt in and shutting the lid. He gave me a lingering, thoughtful look. "Have some drama recently, I guess? I saw your... female companion... moving some boxes the other day." "Yep--that's over," I said bluntly. "Good riddance." He seemed slightly amused by my assessment of the situation, though his pale blue eyes still showed sympathy. "It's always a bit tragic when relationships die, yes? But I think you can do better. She seemed very... artificial, if you understand my meaning." "Hunh... yeah, I know what you mean. You pretty much nailed it. Funny--to hear her tell it, she's convinced that she could do a lot better. Well, good luck, 'Angel'." I paused and rolled my eyes. "Sorry... I shouldn't be venting at you. We don't even know each other." "Oh, I don't mind. Perhaps we know each other a little now, yes? It's Jason, is it not?" He chuckled at my mildly suspicious glare. "I got your mail in my box once. I'm Aleksi." I shook the hand he offered. His hand was large but thin, and weirdly soft--it gave me the creeps. He smirked, almost as if he'd read my mind, and hung onto my hand a bit too long. "That's a nice manly handshake you have there," he remarked playfully before finally letting go. "You're a tradesman of some type?" "Gasfitter," I said, backing toward the door of my suite. "Well, uh..." He nodded. "Thanks for letting me in on your laundry day. I'll come back for that later. Nice meeting you properly, at last, Jason." "Sure--you too," I mumbled before retreating fully to the safety of my own home. I lounged in bed with my laptop while I waited for the laundry, and random surfing turned quickly to porn. Angela had always hated porn and couldn't stand the thought of it in our home, and so I'd mainly abstained out of respect. Now it was my home, my laptop, my Internet, and my cock. I found a promising video of two heavy-breasted girls instructing a third in their slutty, Sapphic arts, and started off stroking myself slowly through my pants. A nice, leisurely buildup would be awesome. I imagined spending a good hour or two edging, building up to a really intense release. But after nearly twenty minutes, nothing much was happening. I'd gotten a bit hard here and there, but it had gradually waned the moment I tried to encourage it. I swore furiously at my cock, at Angela, at the Internet, and gave up, slamming my laptop shut and just turning on the TV instead. I'd managed to forget about Aleksi's shirt by the time my laundry was finished. I moved my basket inside and then found the shirt halfway through sorting. I went to put it back in the laundry room for him to pick up later, and then changed my mind, figuring I might as well be neighbourly and bring the guy his shirt. His place was two floors up, and I felt like stretching my legs. Despite being in my own building, I felt as if I were crossing into foreign territory as I approached the landing on the third floor and knocked. After a moment I heard a distant reply from within. "It's open!" Hesitantly I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Immediately that feeling of being in foreign territory ramped up to an almost dizzying level of disorientation. The top floor suite was practically the antithesis of the basement. I lived in a dark cave of cold concrete furnished with ancient, temperamental appliances and pipes running back and forth across the ceiling that sweated and dripped on me in the summer. The penthouse was high-ceilinged, airy, warm and inviting with large windows, hardwood floors, and modern appliances. The main area was an open concept kitchen-dining-living area, and above was a large loft. It was so much bigger than I would have ever expected--almost impossibly big. I knew I would have to examine the building closely next time I was outside to make sense of this. "Who's there?" Aleksi called from the loft above. His voice echoed off of the vaulted ceiling. I opened my mouth to answer, and then noticed the art lining the walls. It was a mixed lot of oil paintings, watercolours, sketches, and photographs. Some were a bit abstract, sort of impressionist or post-impressionist maybe (I'd never been an artsy guy), but mainly they were nude figures. "Allo?" Aleksi called. "Sorry--it's Jason!" I replied finally. "Your shirt...?" "Did you come all the way up here to bring it to me? You doll, you didn't need to do that! Come on up." My eyes raked over a few of the naked photos as I stepped cautiously toward the stairs. I tried not to look at the male figures, focusing on the tits instead. But they clearly weren't meant to be viewed erotically--they represented a wide range of ages and body types, and none were in suggestive postures. I ascended the stairs to the loft with a bizarre sense of unreality. Upstairs was what turned out to be Aleksi's bedroom and studio. It was a chaotic mess of arty crap, with an enormous bed in one corner, the sheets and blankets twisted and bunched and lying mostly across the floor. I had expected a man who fussed over separating laundry to be a bit tidier. My eyes went to the walls, where there was more art, mainly photos. Here the figures in the pictures were almost exclusively male, and many were paired in distinctively erotic poses, in stark contrast to the more tasteful ones below. "Ah hell..." I muttered, briefly feeling like I had to flee from this place. My eyes couldn't help noticing that Aleksi was in many of the photos, completely and unapologetically naked, though all of the photos were carefully posed so as to cover the genitalia. In a few he was passionately kissing various men. Well, of course he was gay--I didn't know why it hadn't been obvious to me from the start. I appeased some of my discomfort by silently mocking Angela for flirting with him. "You can just toss it on the bed." I glanced over at him finally. He was standing shirtless, daubing flesh-coloured paint onto a canvas. He seemed to be fiercely concentrating. I put the shirt on his bed as requested, and stood awkwardly in this extremely homoerotic space. I didn't know what to do with myself, but the instinct to flee had faded. I looked at some of the photos again, actually finding them rather aesthetically pleasing. It was a surprising feeling. I'd never been homophobic, exactly, but I always considered myself extremely straight. My eyes were drawn to one painting, not hung on the wall but leaning against a pile of other canvases on the floor. It was a stunning portrait--blue-eyed, full-lipped, incredibly sensual. I gawked at the face for a while and almost asked who this gorgeous woman was, but realized suddenly that the face was notably androgynous. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize it was a self-portrait. I looked at Aleksi again; his back was to me. His spine and ribs were well defined under his pale skin. "What do you think?" he asked in a low, almost purring voice. I had no idea what he was referring to. Was he asking how the shirt turned out? What I thought of his art, or his home? What I thought of him? I felt a tickle crawl up my spine and couldn't decide if it was pleasant or not. "I think you need to eat a few burgers and get out in the sun more often," I blurted out, needing to criticize in order to keep myself grounded in reality. He finally removed his eyes from his painting and turned to face me, his forehead ever so slightly creased with concern. His thin, boyish, starkly pale chest didn't have a single hair on it. I realized that, despite my assessment of him and his apparent displeasure with it, he was completely unselfconscious. He stood tall and proud, not hiding a thing, tacitly inviting me to look. "I actually like my body," he said simply, finally smiling. I was noticing his mouth now that I'd stared at that self-portrait. Soft, full lips. "You should watch your words, though. Thin people don't generally like being told they should eat, just like fat people don't like being told they shouldn't. Body types rarely have much to do with burgers." Well, I'd been schooled. Rubbing the back of my neck absently, I mumbled, "I guess I didn't really think about it." "I actually eat very heavily--plenty of fat, and meat as well," he continued, still smiling tranquilly, his hand delicately gripping a paintbrush. "I'm just naturally bony. And it's perfectly okay, even if conventional Western aesthetics want men to be bulging with muscle and machismo. Also, I'm European--the sun and I don't get along." His smile widened before he turned back to his painting and continued making careful strokes. "Hunh," I grunted, silently considering his words for a minute or two. I was starting to wonder what I was still doing here. "Well..." I began, intending to excuse myself. "Hold on--don't run away yet," he said quickly, making a few final strokes and rinsing his brush. I watched him clean up his supplies, moving back and forth across his studio space with grace and ease. His movements were perfectly fluid, and perhaps it was partially because of all the nude photos on the walls, but he had every appearance of being more comfortable in his own skin than anyone I had ever seen. It was hard not to watch him--he was catlike, even effeminate, and it actually didn't bother me. I usually felt a mild aversion, or at least annoyance toward effeminate men, but his self-assuredness was magnetic. He touched my shoulder as he walked by me to have a look at his shirt. He held it up to the light and examined it thoroughly. "Looks like it all came out--fabulous!" he concluded. He tossed the shirt back onto the bed and approached me, gesturing to the stairs with a delicate, long-fingered hand. "Join me in the kitchen, yes? I at least owe you a drink for your trouble." "Oh--you really don't owe me anything," I protested, but I headed down to the kitchen area with him close behind me. "A drink between neighbours, then?" he suggested, letting out a boyish giggle and tossing his long, blond hair back as he opened his fridge. "Not gonna say no to that," I replied with a shrug. I had to concentrate now on not staring at him. This is a dude, I reminded myself. He's a dude. And even if you were bi-curious, what's attractive about a skinny, pale boy chest? But I knew exactly what was attractive about it--the fact that he loved his body, and owned it. "A beer?" he suggested. "Sounds good." He pulled out two bottles and nudged the refrigerator door shut with his hip before grabbing a bottle opener from a drawer and popping open both beers. I took the bottle he offered and glanced at the label. It was one of these highbrow, ultra-pure microbrews, probably expensive. I cringed inwardly knowing that expensive beer was probably wasted on me, but when I took a sip it was immediately an otherworldly experience, just as it had been walking into his suite. "Oh god--oh my god," I exhaled, looking at the bottle again. "Good, hm?" His eyes seemed to gleam with electric intensity as he watched me enjoy the beer. "Incredible." I sipped again, savouring every moment of it. It was a deep red ale, full-bodied, creamy with just the right amount of sweetness and a distinct flavour of roasted hops. For the first time in my life I felt like I was tasting beer for what it was intended to be. We sat at his kitchen table. I glanced across at him as I drank. He kept his eyes on me as he sipped from the bottle. His mouth was so goddamn pretty, full and moist, and the way it wrapped around the mouth of the bottle was actually turning me on a little. Was I really that horny? It was an illusion, I told myself. Like an optical illusion. His long hair, delicate features, sensual lips, and natural grace were fooling me into seeing him as I might see a beautiful woman. His androgyny was seriously messing with my brain. I could appreciate him on the level that I appreciated his portrait, I decided. I could accept that he was beautiful--I could find him nice to look at, and it would be okay, because that's all it was. Maybe with Angela out of my life I was finally letting myself mature a little. I could appreciate both a very fine beer and a very beautiful man on entirely new and sophisticated levels. Sure--that was okay. At least as long as no one knew. Picture Perfect "Do you like my art?" he asked. I nodded gradually. "You're talented. I'm not a big art person, but... sure, you're good at what you do." He smiled between sips. "Do you like my photos?" "You mean... the ones you took? Or... the ones you're... in?" He giggled at my discomfort, and sighed fondly. "You straight boys are just precious." I clenched my jaw, not sure I was enjoying being teased. I tried to look anywhere but him--anywhere else. It was really difficult. His kitchen was done in dark cherrywood and black tile, and Aleksi, sitting there across from me with his milky skin and snowy hair, seemed to practically glow in relief against the background. Ethereal. It was a word Angela might have used if she wanted to sound smart. It wasn't a word I thought I would ever use. But it was the word that fit. There was a pink bakery box on the table, tied up with twine. He reached out with those long, delicate fingers and plucked at the bow. He brushed aside the twine, flicked open the top of the box, and nudged it toward me. "Help yourself, sweetheart." I could feel my cheeks burning a little at being called a cutesy pet name by a man. I glanced into the box. It was crammed with a wide assortment of cookies and pastries. For a moment I felt like Hansel. "You having a party or what?" I asked. "No--just trying to fatten up," he quipped, helping himself to a chocolate-filled croissant. He grinned at me over the pastry. I managed to laugh, relieved that he wasn't resenting my earlier comment about his body. I selected a macadamia nut cookie. "Actually, they're not just for me--I like to keep treats around for company. I have a lot of models come around." "Models eat this stuff?" I asked dubiously. "Not 'models' in the professional sense. Just people I know who don't mind taking off their clothes for the camera, or my pencils. Of course, sometimes I do end up eating most of them myself." He placed a hand in front of his mouth and gave a playful, 'oops-I'm-a-naughty-boy' expression not unlike the Coppertone baby. "So. All those odd visitors coming and going..." "Models, yes. Sometimes boyfriends. Well, boyfriends are usually both." He grinned widely and took an indulgent sip from his bottle. I thought about the photos of him kissing various men. He had probably fucked them too, after the camera was off. Men fucking--right up there in that loft, where I had just been. Maybe they photographed that too--surely there were thousands of photos that didn't make it to the walls of his studio. "You like them, don't you?" he purred. "The photos." Oh god--he knew exactly what track my mind was following. "I can show you more if you like," he continued, devouring the last large bite of his croissant. He kept steady eye contact as he licked his fingers with languid indulgence, removing every trace of chocolate and powdered sugar. "It's really not necessary," I rasped out, realizing I was not going to get out of here in a hurry--I'd have to chug the remaining half of my beer, and it was far too good to chug. "Neither was bringing my shirt up," he pointed out, standing briefly to fetch an album from a side table. "And yet, here you are." Returning to the table with that graceful, fluid gait, he slid into the chair next to me, shifting close to my side. He opened up the front cover of the album, spreading it on the table before us both. It was difficult to swallow all of a sudden. I took small, careful sips from my beer. The album was full of homoerotic nudes, some singles, some couples. Aleksi showed up in several. The pictures were sexier than I could handle. My jeans were becoming painfully tight. What's wrong with you? I scolded my cock. You don't show up for lesbian porn, and at this you're excited? I felt a warm tickle at my back and shuddered involuntarily. Somewhere along the line Aleksi had rested his hand on the back of my chair, and his thumb was ever so slightly brushing against my back. Damn, he was good. "This is one of my favourites," he whispered, finally turning the last page. The final photo featured an enormous black man facing the camera directly; standing in front of him, facing him so that their fronts were pressed together, one slim hand on the other's muscular chest, was Aleksi. His paleness against the rich, brown-black of his companion's flesh was striking and beautiful. He also had an amazing ass; it faced the camera fully, and he was looking over his shoulder with a teasing smirk that was almost obscured by the wild strands of his disheveled white-blond hair. The black man's hand rested securely on the small of his back, as if claiming him. "Wow," I breathed. "Tell me what you like about it," he pressed. "Um," I stammered. I could feel him looking at me; I kept my eyes on the photo. "The, uh... well, the difference, and... like, the two together... contrast. The contrast. There's a word I can't think of. Two things, like, compared next to each other...." "Juxtaposition," he supplied. "That's the one." He was smiling. I could sense it. "Anything else?" "Well... it's also pretty goddamn sexy." "I think so too," Aleksi breathed. "He was a lot of fun." "Hunh." I felt his thumb against my back again, and got that shuddering feeling. This time the rest of his fingers crept up to my back, and my spine straightened involuntarily as his hand slid up to my neck. I had no instinct to pull away--those thin, delicate fingers combed through my hair, and it felt amazing. Did I actually find his hand creepy earlier on, when we shook hands? Clearly I just hadn't been able to deal with how good it felt. I didn't know how to deal with it now, but I was at least accepting the undeniable pleasure of it. "You should let your hair grow out a little," he whispered. "You look like you've got lots of natural curl. You could be such a sweet Adonis." "Uhhhnn..." I moaned, pressing into his touch. His fingers massaged across my scalp, and I couldn't get enough. "Huhh--how are you doing this...?" "Doing what?" he teased, standing up and positioning himself behind my chair. He rubbed my shoulders, neck, and scalp with both of his soft, precise hands. "Mmm... making me... question my... sexuality," I huffed, melting beneath his hands. Nothing had ever felt so pleasurable as Aleksi's hands on my neck and shoulders--I couldn't even imagine him using them other places. Every inch of me was tingling; some parts were throbbing. "Ohh, sweetheart..." he sighed, affectionately condescending. "I'm hardly even trying. You're ripe for this. You want it pretty bad, hmm? I can see you're going to need a new pair of jeans soon if we don't do something about that. Like to come back upstairs with me?" "Hell yes." He took my hand to help me up, and drew me close against him as we half-walked, half-stumbled to the stairs. I was embarrassed of my erection for a moment, but when I felt it bump against his, I lost control and moaned aloud. He nodded, as if to give me permission. I ground against him a bit, and we both gasped. His face was like it was in the painting--eyes brilliant ice blue, cheeks flushed, lips moist and slightly parted and sensual. I needed his mouth so badly I almost couldn't breathe. I hooked my hand around the back of his neck, my fingers twining into his long, soft hair. Soft, every part of him was soft, except his cock, which pressed against mine with throbbing intensity through several layers of fabric. He brought his head down to mine and I could feel his breath on my lips. I groaned with need. I felt the barest feather touch of a lip and ground my hips against him again. He smiled and pulled his head back, teasing me. "Ahhh fuck!" I groaned. "We'll get there," he laughed, extricating himself from the embrace so we could ascend the stairs without hurting ourselves. He held my hand as we ran up and headed straight for the bed. I reached for him again to continue, but he intercepted my arms and pushed them up into the air. He grabbed my t-shirt at the bottom and slid it up and over my head, letting it drop to the floor. His sensitive fingertips raked across my chest and stomach. I wondered if he'd find my body hair objectionable considering his natural boyish bareness, but he didn't seem to mind. His fingers even got playful, tangling through the hair on my chest as if stroking a beloved pet. I thought back to the variety of men I'd seen him in photos with, and realized Aleksi found beauty in just about everyone. He pulled me onto the bed; we collapsed together and rolled around, grappling one another in a tangle of mutual desire. He rolled on top of me and pinned my arms above my head. "Unnhh," I grunted, bucking my hips a little. I was still consumed with the need for his mouth on mine, and now he was going to give it to me. The anticipation had put me into a practically drugged state--I lay there beneath him, helpless, suggestible, eyes glazed beneath heavy lids, jaw slack, all ability to speak words completely stolen from me. "Oh, look at you...!" he breathed, smiling down at me with a dreamy expression. He was reverent, as if gazing at a family of deer he didn't want to frighten off. He stroked my cheek and lowered his head so that his hair spilled all about, forming a screen around our two faces, private and intimate. I felt his breath again and trembled. This time he didn't make me wait. His lips, cool and moist and unimaginably soft, pressed against mine, and we were still in that first intense moment for some time as my heart pounded with an intensity I could feel all over me. He began to move a little, sliding his lips on mine with delicious friction that drew a moan from me. I heard the tremble in my voice and couldn't even believe that desperate noise was coming from my own throat. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and then I felt his teeth nibble gently. I gasped so hard I felt dizzy for a moment, and ground my hips against him with painful pressure. When he let go of my lip and sat up a little I felt paralyzed, my eyes locked on his face, waiting desperately for something more. "Oh, your face in this moment," he marvelled with that same reverence. "Wait--don't move a muscle. Stay just as you are." I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. He reached for his bedside table and picked up a camera. He made some quick adjustments, and I heard several clicks as he took some shots of me. I didn't react--just kept watching him, which was exactly what he wanted. He set the camera aside and drew one of his thumbs gently across my lips. I sucked in a breath. "You're so responsive," he purred. "You're just a sweet, quivering puddle of desire. There's nothing sexier in the world. You want more, baby?" "Uhh," I grunted, managing a tiny nod. He leaned over to kiss me again, this time working my mouth open and slipping his tongue in. I moaned against him, writhing involuntarily. The inside of his mouth was warm and wet and tasted sweetly of chocolate. I had never understood chocolate as an aphrodisiac before, but the taste of it on Aleksi's lips and tongue was sending me nearly into spasms. I would never think of chocolate the same way again. His mouth devoured mine. I could feel the pleasure of it over every inch of me, as if my entire body at once was being teased with his tongue. I did my best to reciprocate, but I was barely conscious of what I was doing--whatever it was, it was probably horribly clumsy. I was disarmed, completely at his mercy. I was being pleasured beyond anything I'd ever experienced or expected, and I still had my pants on. That had to change. I took one of his hands and pushed it clumsily toward my waistband. He gave me a final few soft, delicious kisses and sat up with a giggle, sliding down my body. "This must be giving you such trouble," he chuckled, tugging open the button and unzipping my fly. My cock tried to leap out eagerly, stretching hard against the cotton fabric of my boxer briefs, which were soaked in spots with the amount of precum I'd been oozing. "Oh, so ready--so eager!" he sighed, sliding down me farther. He grabbed the waist of my pants and underwear together and tugged. I raised my hips to help him, and soon the rest of my clothing had joined my shirt on the floor. He knelt between my legs and slid his hands up and down my bare thighs, gazing down at my twitching erection. I marvelled that he actually looked hungry for it. His face was alight with lust, even when his long, tender fingers began to comb through the dense thicket of pubic hair that girls usually found off-putting. I sucked in sharp breaths as his hands teased around my sack. I squirmed, thrashing my head back and forth, at a loss to handle the anticipatory pleasure. "Taut as a bowstring," he sighed. "Oh, you're so ready--are you going to explode the moment I touch you?" I gazed up at him, thinking idly that his eyelashes were like a tiny dusting of snow. "Unh...?" was all I could manage in reply. It was quite possible. I hadn't been far off from creaming my jeans while he was kissing me. I hadn't been this horny since my early teens, when I'd barricade myself in my bedroom and masturbate over and over until I passed out from exhaustion. "Let's try to draw it out a little if we can, hm?" He grinned, the amusement on his face betraying that he clearly didn't believe I would last long. His hands converged on my shaft, gripping, squeezing, tugging gently. Those long, thin, soft fingers. I cried out and thrust into his hands, tightly gripping the sheets beneath me. I was still oozing excessive amounts of precum--Aleksi watched it grow into a generous bead of clear moisture, and just before it was about to roll away down the head of my cock, he ducked his head down and caught it, drawing his tongue firmly across the slit. I think I screamed. He stopped jerking me for a moment. We locked eyes. He looked fierce and beautiful, savouring the taste of me in his mouth. His eyes lowered then, examining the tip of my cock. I watched his perfect mouth draw itself into a delicate "O". He inhaled softly, and then exhaled a warm stream of gentle breath across the head of my cock. Something in my brain seemed to explode at the same time as my cock did--I actually saw a burst of bright stars as I heard my own cry bouncing off the walls and ceiling. My entire body arched up, and what seemed like years' worth of stored fluids from the extreme depths of my body raged forth, erupting from my cock in violent response to that one soft breath. The term "blowjob" made sense, finally. I writhed and spasmed and managed to blink myself back into reality in just time to watch him catch the last few hot spurts--he was opening his sweet mouth to receive all of it as it surged forth with each twitch of my hips. A few drops had missed the mark, and it dripped languidly down his chin and one of his cheeks. He continued gently jerking me until my voluminous climax had subsided completely, and then slid his hands up my body and collapsed half beside me, and half on top of me with a contented smile. "Oh...!" I squeaked out. "I know," he chuckled, stroking my stubbled cheek. "That was rather spectacular." I moaned softly as he raised his hand to his face and finally caught the drips he'd missed, drawing them toward his mouth hungrily and licking his fingers as he had after the pastry. "S.... sorry!" I stammered. "For what?" he wondered, kissing my nose. "I... couldn't last." "It's all right," he chuckled, looking down at my cock. "I consider it a compliment. Besides... I think you've got more for me yet." I followed his line of vision and realized my cock was still mostly hard, standing well above horizontal. "Yes," I breathed. "I can... I think I can go again." I looked at his eyes again, at those snowy lashes bordering icy blue, and sighed. "Fuck, you're so... pretty." He grinned widely at the compliment. Somehow I'd known he wouldn't mind being called "pretty". He kissed me again, and I wrapped an arm around him this time, squeezing him tight against me as I devoured his mouth, now tasting of me as well as chocolate. His leg slipped between mine, brushing up against my cock and balls, and I could feel his hardness against my thigh. He still had his pants on--I wasn't sure how he could stand it at this point. I slipped a finger through one of his belt loops and tugged in gentle suggestion. I felt him smile against my lips. He drew back and rose up onto his knees, unbuttoning his pants at a leisurely pace, making me wait. I watched intently as he slid them down, revealing the curves of his hip bones first, and then finally a hint of a golden trail of hair. I was tense with anticipation of seeing all of him finally. I wasn't yet entirely sure I could be into another guy's cock, but after all of the sexy photos with everything showing but this, after feeling my hardness rubbing against his, I had an aching need to see that hidden pleasure. The light golden trail gave way to a fuller mass of curls, and then his shaft became visible; I held my breath. He slipped his pants and underwear all the way to his knees, and out popped his eager hard-on at last. My eyes flicked momentarily up to his, and he was smiling widely at me--I realized I was smiling too. I don't know what I had expected--perhaps some kind of superhuman monster cock, just because of his out-of-control sexual energy and the endless stream of lovers catalogued in his photos--but it wasn't especially impressive in either length or girth. It was just the right size for him. I found I was relieved, rather than disappointed. I don't know what I would have done with a monster cock. He sank down onto the bed to kick off the remainder of his clothes and sighed, stroking himself a little. I sat up and leaned over him, reaching to get a feel of his member. Another guy's cock. It was weird and wonderful and just wrong enough to be right. Our fingers tangled together around his shaft, and he sighed. The dreamy smile on his face was angelic. He removed his hand so I could have full access to his equipment, and folded his arms beneath his head. I explored him, stroking slowly, loving the softness of his skin. My fingers tickled around the head, making him gasp. I cupped his balls and tugged gently; he twitched and bit his lip. There was a bead of moisture forming at his slit. I collected it with my thumb and rubbed it against my forefinger, feeling the slick texture. I brought my hand to my mouth and carefully licked my finger, and then my thumb. Sweet and salty. "Hey," Aleksi whispered. I smiled down at him. He patted the bed next to his head. "Scoot down--I want more of you." I shifted down so I was lying next to him with my cock near his face. I shivered as I watched him press his perfect lips to the head, and then slide down to my shaft, taking me into his warm mouth. "Haaa... yeahhh..." I exhaled, unable to tear my eyes off of the delicious visual for a while. Again the sensation was as if his tongue was covering all of me at once. He swirled it around my shaft with perfect intuition and dexterity, now and then sliding his mouth up to suck on the head, occasionally nibbling. His hand reached around to caress and massage my ass, to my extreme delight. My whole body was a mass of pleasure in his mouth and hands. Finally I forced my attention away from his delights to reciprocate a little, experimentally wrapping my mouth around the tip of his cock. He stopped what he was doing long enough to murmur, "You don't have to." I took more of his shaft into my mouth and sucked hungrily. The unadulterated scent and flavour of his hidden places was earthy and seductive. He groaned and went back to sucking me with even greater intensity, coaxing me rapidly back to full arousal. Now and then his hand slid up my back to my head, cupping, grabbing at my hair, pressing me harder against him. I copied his movement a little, reaching for his long hair, stroking and tugging. I thrust against his mouth a bit as my desire ramped up. Picture Perfect Abruptly he slid a slender finger between my cheeks, pressing into my asshole, and I tensed, raising my head. His cock dropped to his thigh with a wet slap. He released mine and made eye contact, his shining blue eyes showing a touch of concern. "No?" "Uh... I'm not sure," I panted. "Hold on." Aleksi reached for the drawer next to his bed and fumbled around, finding a bottle of lube. He coated his middle finger liberally and tried sliding it into me again. "How does this feel for you? Think about how it feels." I'd fingered myself a little on occasion, but mostly avoided the ass stuff. I tried to relax around his slick finger, as everything he'd done so far was magic. "Oh...!" I exclaimed suddenly as his finger went in all the way to the knuckle and began a deft movement that ramped up my arousal to an unexpected level. "Oh--huhhh...!" He smiled sweetly at my reaction, kissed my cock a few times, and lapped his tongue against it just enough to tease. "Fancy a cock up your ass, baby?" he purred. "Ah--!" I grunted, pressing back against his hand. The question turned me on as much as it scared me. "I-I-I-I don't know! It's... it's nice but... I don't know if I can... take anything bigger...!" I watched his face, worried about disappointing him. "Not to worry, baby," he said soothingly. "It's your first time to the party. You're doing so well. But I won't push." He slowly removed his finger from my hole, drawing out a small moan from me, and affectionately squeezed my ass, and my cock, before turning himself around so that we were face-to-face again. He kissed me deeply, his hand sliding up and down my side. Finally he whispered against my lips, "Fuck my ass--yes?" "Unnhh!" I moaned, thrusting hard against him. "Yes--I think that is a yes," he chuckled, smacking my bottom lightly. He rolled over and perched in a kneeling position, sticking his perfect behind out teasingly as he grinned at me over his shoulder. He grabbed the lube bottle and poured plenty over his fingers, making a tempting show of fucking himself indulgently, first with one finger, then two, and then three. I watched with intense fascination and lust. "Should we, uh... doggy style?" I wondered, not really knowing how else this was done. "Is that what you want?" he asked, handing me a condom from the well-stocked drawer. "Well... I'd like to be able to watch your face," I admitted as I tore open the packet, feeling my cheeks flush. "Your eyes are just...." "Oh, doll," he sighed, leaning over to kiss me. "You're so sweet. You've never done anyone in the ass, have you?" I shook my head, using the condom as an excuse to look down. "It's okay," he soothed, stroking the back of my neck lightly until I shivered. "Yes, you can watch my face as you fuck me. Why don't I get on top, since it's your first time? I'll have control, and you'll just get to lie back and enjoy." I smiled at this idea, finishing with the condom and looking up. I kissed him several times, hard and fast, and then settled down on my back. He squirted out some more lube and slicked up my impatient, condom-clad erection. I thrust into his hand a little, making him chuckle at my eagerness. Finally Aleksi stretched one leg across me and straddled my middle. He gazed down at me intently, using one hand to prop himself up, and the other to reach behind him and guide my cock toward his well-prepared bottom. I rested my hands on his hips and sighed as I felt him press against me. His opening relaxed around the tip of my cock, and slowly, slowly, I felt myself slide into the tightest, choicest hole I had ever experienced. My mouth went slack. He reared back, rested both hands on my chest, and bore down hard, an expression of ferocity making his angelic features somehow even more beautiful. He panted and squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back with a groan. He stayed there for a short while, back arched, thin chest heaving, as he got used to the feel of me inside him. Then he grinned, opened his eyes, and leaned down closer to me so we could watch each other as he began to move up and down my shaft with a slow, steady motion. I could feel him tensing around me with each stroke as he fucked himself on my cock with luxurious indulgence. I made a helpless whimpering noise, gripping his hips tightly and keeping my eyes locked on his. "Like my ass, yes?" Aleksi panted, eyes gleaming. "Oh--fuck! So tight!" I burst out, my voice louder than I had intended. I started to thrust my hips up hard against him each time he pressed down, trying to get in as deep as possible. He reached for his camera again and took several more shots. "You on top now," he huffed after setting the camera aside. He sat back fully on my cock, burying me in him up to the hilt, and drew his legs up so his feet were on my shoulders. Gripping my arms tightly, he rolled us both over. I landed on my knees, arching over him, as his legs wrapped around my middle. I was still inside him. "Fuck me proper now, baby," he commanded. "You sure?" I gasped, sliding my hands under his ass cheeks and drawing him close. "I'm not gonna hurt you?" "Fuck me hard!" he insisted, his face twisting with desperation. I wasted no more time and obeyed, thrusting in all the way with a groan. I started up a steady, fervent stroke, huffing and whimpering at his exquisite tightness. His eyes rolled back, and his jaw dropped. He wailed out some words I was pretty sure weren't English. He reached out a hand for me and I leaned down, pressing his twitching cock tightly between our bellies as I maneuvered myself to kiss him. He plunged his tongue past my lips, clawing at the back of my head. He bit my bottom lip, growled, and then broke the kiss, his head falling back as his groans increased. He hugged me tightly with his legs to keep our bellies pressed together. He was going to come, I realized. I could feel the pulse of his cock between us. He tore at his hair, started to thrash, and squealed as a first hot spurt of fluid surged out over both of us, followed by several more. "Fu... uck...!" I roared, jackhammering my hips against his ass for a final few strokes as I reached my second climax, and released several generous gouts of fresh cum, pounding savagely into him with each squirt. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, easing my now softening cock out of his asshole and collapsing beside him. He collected the condom for me and tossed it into a nearby wastebasket, then slung a leg over me and cuddled up to my side. He kissed my neck, my shoulder. "You're a good lay, baby," he panted. "Oh, god... oh, you are," I breathed, circling my arms around him. We let our bodies calm for a few minutes, and then he groped for something nearby to clean off most of the stickiness from our fronts. He looked down afterward and realized it was the shirt I had just brought him. He looked back up at me with an 'oops!' expression. I burst out laughing. "I'll wash it for you again," I promised. He grinned and kissed me, and then reached for his camera. He turned on the digital display to review the photos he'd taken. "Aw, shit," I chuckled, facepalming. "I'm not sure I want to know what my sex face looks like." "I'm sorry about these," he said humbly, stroking my chest hair a little. "I got carried away and needed to immortalize your incredible expressions. I will delete if you don't like them. But first, look." He smiled and settled back next to me, holding the camera where we could both see the screen. "Oh... whoa," I whispered as he scrolled through the shots. "That's actually..." "Sexy, yes?" "Surprisingly...!" "Do you mind if I keep?" he smiled sweetly as he waited for my permission. "Sure, you can keep them. I don't know if I'm comfortable with them showing up on your walls though." "No--just for me, baby." He kissed my cheek. I cuddled him for a few minutes more, and then asked hesitantly, "So... is this like, a one-shot deal?" "I hope not. I can hardly stand to think of you all alone in that cold basement now. I like you here in my bed. Also, I have an empty album waiting for some new photos. Fill it with me--yes?" "Yes, baby," I chuckled. Picture Perfect I found the first photograph in the mailbox when I came home from work one Monday afternoon. It was in an unsealed, unaddressed white envelope. The snapshot showed my wife Ashley in the backyard with a garden hose, watering a bush. I hadn't taken the picture, and planned to ask Ashley about it, but we had plans that night and it completely slipped my mind. The next day after work I found another white envelope in the mailbox. It was a telephoto shot this time. Ashley was sitting on the edge of the swimming pool, staring off dreamily with her feet dangling in the water. The outline of her nipples could be seen clearly through her wet bathing suit. The picture perfectly captured her beauty and sensuality. The photo was on my mind all evening—but again, I couldn't think of a way to bring it up. All night long I watched her closely, silently wondering over and over again who was taking these pictures and leaving them in our mailbox. The next day came and, along with it, the third photograph. I quickly put down my briefcase and opened the envelope. It was a snapshot of Ashley sunbathing naked. Beads of sweat covered her body. Did she know that she was being photographed? I couldn't tell. Her eyes were closing as though she were dozing. I couldn't imagine whom she would allow to see her naked, much less take a photograph of her in such a state. Perhaps the person had quietly slipped into the yard, snapped the shot and left. But who could it have been, and when did it happen? That very afternoon? Although I was still unable to bring myself to ask my wife about the pictures, I was beginning to enjoy the mystery behind them. The next day my heart was pounding and my cock throbbing when I opened the mailbox and found another plain white envelope containing a single photograph. In this one, Ashley was sitting on her chaise lounge by the pool, naked, staring into the camera with a shy but seductive smile. Her hair was wet and her nipples hard and erect. Her legs were slightly crossed, her dark patch of bushy pubic hair barely visible. Once again I wondered who the secret photographer might be. A neighbour? A stranger? Her lover? Was Ashley herself putting the photos in the mailbox for me to discover? That night I waited for her to say something about the pictures, but she never did. However, she seemed different—quieter and much more aloof. I asked her what she'd done that day, and she replied, "Oh, I relaxed by the pool." Then she drifted off, lost in thought. The next day I came home half an hour early. The mailbox was empty. I went into the house feeling and odd mixture of disappointment and relief. Ashley wasn't home. I noticed that a drawer of her dresser was partially opened. Inside, beneath her nightgowns, I found a white envelope. It contained several pictures of Ashley lying back on our unmade bed, silhouetted by the bright light from the window. The photos revealed the curves of her hips, shoulders and breasts, as well as the outlines of her erect nipples. I couldn't believe it—she had brought this person into our bedroom and posed for more pictures! I spread all the photographs out on the bed and stared at them, imagining what had taken place in our bedroom that afternoon. I looked around the room for signs, but saw nothing. When I heard Ashley's car pull up, I quickly put the photographs back in the drawer. It was already late, so Ashley and I had a late supper, then went to bed. It took me a long time to fall asleep. I came home early the next day and once again Ashley was gone. I went right to the bedroom. The envelope was still in her drawer. My hands were shaking as I opened it. There were new photographs inside! My heart started pounding wildly. The first one showed Ashley sitting on the edge of our bed, nude, leaning back on her elbows. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her legs were spread wide enough so that I could see, just barely, the back of a man's head at the very bottom of the picture. Someone was eating her out! I felt the blood rush to my cock, and slowly pulled another photo from the stack. There was Ashley, lying on the floor with her legs raised high and spread wide. A trim, muscular man was suspended above her, fucking her. I could see his penis, thick as a baseball bat, buried inside her. His tongue lapped at one of her nipples as she wrapped her fingers around the cock that was sliding into her cunt. The details of the man's face, and thus his identity, were lost in the shadows. Ashley, however, was clearly visible. I could tell by the look on her face, by the tautness of her body, that she was in the midst of a powerful orgasm. I stared in disbelief. My wife had fucked another man that very afternoon, and God knows how many afternoons before this one! I felt betrayed and excited at the same time. Ashley came home quite late that night. I was already in bed. She slipped quietly into the bathroom, trying not to disturb my sleep. I called her, and she came to me. She whispered that she had been out visiting a friend and had lost track of the time. She undressed, climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep. But I didn't. I thought about the pictures. I thought about my marriage. My mind was teeming with images of Ashley fucking another man, taking his rock-solid cock into her mouth, spreading his semen on her lips, her tits, the cheeks of her ass. Eventually I got up and went into the bathroom. I washed my face with cool water. As I opened the closet to take out a fresh towel, I noticed something tucked underneath the stack of towels. It was another photograph, a Polaroid. It had been taken in a bathroom filled with a cloud of steam. It looked like our bathroom, but the background was so unclear I wasn't sure. In the foreground, rising out of the mist like visions, were four figures. Ashley was naked, on her hands and knees, sucking a huge cock. A second man was lying beneath her, his face buried in her pussy. A third man was lying beside her with his shriveled cock in his hand. I couldn't make out any of the men's faces. I had to sit down. Indeed, I sat in the bathroom all night, looking at that picture and pumping my hard cock to orgasm. Ashley was still asleep when I left for work the next morning. I quietly removed the envelope of photographs from her dresser and put it in my briefcase. During any breaks in my appointment schedule, I would take the pictures out and look at them. I spread the photos across my desktop, one by one, then undid my belt, pulled down my pants and masturbated. Suddenly I realized that there was one photograph in the first bunch that I was seeing for the first time. It was another Polaroid, a poorly exposed shot of our living room. The bright sunlight from the wide-open patio doors threw everything into shadow. At first I couldn't make out the scene, but it slowly became clear to me. A naked woman was lying across a coffee table, her arms and legs were draped over the sides. Three men were poking and probing her, sucking and licking her voluptuous body. When I realized that the woman there were so intensely pleasing was my wife, I came all over my desk. I put the photographs in the envelope and went straight home. I walked quietly into the backyard, approached a window and looked inside. The living room was empty. I went inside and checked the bedroom. She wasn't in there either. The bed was made, and all was quiet. I checked Ashley's dresser drawer. For the first time in days, there were no new photos. I sat down on the living room couch to think. For some reason, I looked under the coffee table, and there I found one more photograph. It showed Ashley kneeling before three men whose backs were to the camera. My wife had one of their cocks in her mouth, but it was clear that she'd been sucking all three, alternating from one erect penis to the next, getting her fill of meat and jism. Just then I heard Ashley's car pull up in front of our house. I knew it was time to confront her with what I'd found, but I didn't want her to think I was upset. On the contrary, I wanted her to know how aroused I was knowing she was such a cock-hungry slut when I was away at work. As she walked up the path to our house, I put the photograph on the coffee table where she would see it. Then I calmly took off my clothes and sat on the couch, my cock hard as an iron bar, and listened for the sound of her key in the front door. Picture Perfect Finally, sitting there nude, with her legs wide open, she looked at the camera and said "Thank you for the tapes Louise. You have no idea how much pleasure they gave us." US!!!! Then the camera panned away from the bed and, on a large couch, were sitting three nuns all wearing their full black habits. Two were white and one was Black and I didn't recognize any of them. And I had to laugh again. Sister had a cheering section! They waved at the camera and gaily said in unison "hello Louise." Then the Black nun said "do you remember me Louise? This is Tanya. They call me Sister Immaculata now." (The other two nuns started laughing.) "And don't you dare think for a second Louise Padden that I didn't notice you staring at my tits in the shower!" Well you could have knocked me over with a feather, but I now knew for sure that this was going to be quite a party. So I stopped the tape, stripped naked and sat in my favorite jerk off chair with my legs draped over the arms. I restarted the tape and the camera panned back to Sister Margaret Claire and she was now lying down on the bed with her legs wide open. Her hairy cunt was just as beautiful as ever and she was gently circling her clit with her finger. Then she reached over and picked up a flesh colored butt plug and slipped it into her ass. Next she picked up a large black dildo and slid it into her wet pussy half way. She moved it in and out for a minute and then pushed it in deep. I could hear the sounds of her rapid breathing and could see that her large clit was now fully erect. She raised her head, looked right into the camera, and said "I love you very much Louise and I'm going to come for you. " My cunt started throbbing from those hot beautiful words. She reached for a small powerful vibrator and started working her clit with one hand while she slid the dildo in and out with the other. After a minute she started moving her hips up and down and then finally lifted her wide open legs into the air. I could see that she was getting close. Then, when I least expected it, the camera panned back to the couch. Now the two white nuns had their habits hiked up to their waists, their feet up on the couch, and their bare legs wide open. They were fingering their pussies like crazy. One of them was also slipping her finger in and out of her ass. Sister Immaculata knew what I wanted to see, however, so she had stripped naked and, while she fingered her cunt with one hand, she kneaded one of her huge black breasts with the other. As you can imagine, I was working my clit like crazy as I watched this amazing scene. The camera panned back to Sister Margaret Claire. Her wide open legs were now even higher in the air. She was thrusting the dildo in and out faster and faster and was working her clit round and round with the vibrator. Then, off camera, I could hear a loud moan of pleasure as one of the other nuns started coming. Then I could hear the other two climax simultaneously and their loud cries of sweet ecstasy were unmistakable. Sister Margaret Claire could hear them too and that pushed her over the edge. She jammed in the large dildo up to the hilt and a powerful orgasm swept over her. As she writhed with pleasure she began to shout "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" as each of the powerful contractions deep in her cunt bathed her in blissful sensation. I had held off as long as I could, but was now powerless to stop myself any longer. I slid a finger into my ass as I bore down on my clit and the thought of Sister Margaret Claire's magnificent climax gave me the most powerful and sustained orgasm that I had ever experienced in my life. Huge heavenly spasms of ecstasy surged through my swollen cunt again and again and again until I was completely spent. After a couple of minutes I got up and turned off my video camera. I sent the tape to Sister Margaret Claire the next day. I can hardly wait to see what she sends back to me. Amen. Picture Perfect My wife is an amateur photographer, mostly doing pictures of family, friends, nature scenes and animals. She started years ago with just a small 35 mm camera, then a 35 mm with all the lenses, attachments and apparatuses, and now has gotten into digital photography as well. She really gets into it and enjoys playing the part of the photographer, however she would make a great model on the other side of the camera. Jeannie is 5'7" with long shapely legs, nice perky 36C breasts, silky long black hair with dark eyes. She is truly a beauty to behold. As I was saying, most of her subject matter up to this time had been uneventful for the most part. Sure, she had won contests with some photos of sunsets, horses, and children. But the photo shoot that I am about to tell you about is award winning in my book. Susannah is Jeannie's best friend. They were best friends in high school and remained close throughout college and beyond. They do almost everything together. Susannah is a little more on the wild side than Jeannie. J (my nickname for her) tends to be on the reserved side in the public eye. She does have her moments alone with me when she loses some of her inhibitions, though. One day, J came home after stopping by Susannah's house after work and said that Susannah had asked her to do a favor for her and wanted to know what I thought of it. It seems that Susannah's boyfriend had a birthday coming up, and she wanted to surprise him with some boudoirs photos of herself in somewhat compromising positions and wanted J to be her photographer. I jokingly told J that if she didn't want to volunteer that I was available. Susannah is a hottie. She has long flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body that would put any Baywatch babe to shame. She is very sexy! J just gave me a "You're such a bad boy" look when I told her that I would be happy to take the pictures. She quickly informed me that I had no photography experience whatsoever and doubted that I would even be able to hold the camera still while Susannah posed. We laughed about it knowing that we were both joking about the situation, but I told Jeannie that she should go ahead and do the photos for Susannah. At least she could be trusted with them. So it was set, J would do the pictures for Susannah. They planned all that week on the photo shoot for Friday evening. They shopped for lingerie, bought some props, and had a lot of fun preparing for the evening. I asked what I was supposed to be doing while this grand event was going on and J told me I should have a night out with the guys since it would probably take awhile to get the photos shot and processed. With a pout on my face, I said okay even though I really wanted to be in on the fun. Unknowingly at that point, I would get in on the fun and lots of it! I got ready to go out with the guys and have a few beers and watch some basketball down at the local sports bar. I left my wallet lying on the nightstand next to our bed in case I needed a reason to return to the house early. I knew the girls were doing their shoot in our bed room, so returning to get the wallet would be a good excuse to sneak back in the house and hopefully catch of glimpse of the model in action. Susannah arrived looking as lovely as I've ever seen her. The anticipation of the photo session was definitely an asset to her already beautiful face. I said my goodbyes to the girls and told them to have a good time. I drove around for about half an hour thinking that should give them time to get ready and started with the pictures. I drove back in and parked along the street, so I didn't have to use the garage door. As quietly, as I could, I turned the key in the front door unlocking it and slowly opening it. The coast was clear. The girls must be upstairs already. I could hear music playing from the stereo upstairs, so I knew they would probably not hear me. I snuck up the stairs and saw the door to our bedroom was open. I walked down the hallway just to the door and peered in. What fortune! Susannah was on our king size bed where I could see her, but I was not in her line of view and Jeannie was too busy taking pictures to look in my direction and with the music playing, they did not hear me plus I had the excuse that I forgot my wallet if I did get caught. My eyes feasted upon the beauty on our bed. Susannah was dressed in a red negligee and g-string that fully accentuated her beautiful body. She had her red lips situated in a sexy puckered pout while J snapped photos of her. She then slipped the strap of her negligee down revealing those stunning tits. Her nipples were pink and protruding out revealing that she was obviously turned on by what was happening. J took a few more shots in that position and then Susannah turned around on all fours with her ass toward the camera. She reached around and rubbed the cheeks of her ass even giving a few smacks to herself on occasion. I could stand very little more. My cock was already rock hard pushing itself against the fabric of my pants. I was going to need some relief soon. I started stroking myself through my pants enjoying the show that Susannah was giving. Then something happened that I did not think I would witness, but am I glad I did. Susannah turned around toward the camera again and asked Jeannie if she had a remote control for the camera. Jeannie told her she did, and Susannah told her to bring it over to the bed because she had an idea. Little did I know, but Susannah had seen me and was about to make a fantasy come true. Jeannie walked over to the bed with remote in hand, and Susannah began to touch her body, first her face and hair, then down her arms, and then her tits. She massaged J's breasts, and I could tell that both the girls were enjoying it. I had to wonder if they had done this before, and I just didn't know about it. I watched as my wife was being kissed and fondled by her best friend and obviously was enjoying it. Susannah started unbuttoning J's shirt, opening it to reveal her lace bra underneath. Her nipples were hard and visible through the thin material. I was about to cum right then and there. Jeannie had her head back as Susannah worked at her nipples through the bra kissing, tugging and licking. J snapped a few photos of the two of them with the remote. Susannah rolled J down to the bed and slid her pants down off her ass revealing her shaved pussy. She leaned down and licked her way from her neck down to her mound. J let out a scream when she started lapping away at her cunt. I can tell you from experience that she was enjoying the feel of her friend's tongue in her hole and on her clit. Susannah began to slide a finger in J's tight hole fingering her and licking her love button until Jeannie came so hard that she was writhing on the bed. Susannah slowed the tempo down and said to Jeannie once she had come back to her senses that she would love to have a picture with another man for her album. I was just about to volunteer when she turned my way and said, "Would you be interested in the job, Mark?" Well, she didn't have to ask twice. I entered the bedroom and stood by the bed between both beautiful women. I kissed my wife and told her what a lucky man I was. Then I turned to Susannah and deeply kissed her mouth tasting my wife's juices still smeared on her face. She tasted so sweet. While kissing her, J was busily unbuttoning my pants allowing my cock to finally be free. My hands grabbed Susannah's lovely tits and began massaging them and rubbing her already hardened nipples. Jeannie began to suck on my cock while I kissed Susannah. Susannah then leaned down to J and began kissing and licking my cock taking turns with J sucking on it. I could feel my orgasm building, but I knew that I wanted this to last for a while. I pulled J and Susannah up to me, and I laid down on the bed. The girls looked back and forth at each other with sly grins on their gorgeous faces. I then asked if one of them would like a ride. Susannah looked at J, and J nodded her head as if to say Go for it, girlfriend. Susannah straddled my rigid cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy. When she sat down and took all of my cock into her deep hole, I thought I would explode right then. Jeannie came over and took turns kissing me and then Susannah. She would play with my balls and then my nipples and then take a turn with Susannah's breasts and then started rubbing Susannah's clit as she rode my cock. Susannah began to cum with just a little help from J's fingering, and I could feel her muscles tense around my cock as her pussy just kept cumming. I rolled her over to her all fours just like she had been in the picture pose earlier and rammed my cock into her pussy faster and faster. I drew back my hand and spanked her ass so hard that it left a pink handprint on her cheek. She was loving every minute of it. Jeannie slid underneath her and kissed her mouth and nipples while I fucked her from behind. After a minute of furiously fucking her pussy, my body began to tense. I knew that this was about to end for a while. I came with a loud series of grunts as I emptied my cum into Susannah's beautiful pussy. We all just collapsed on the bed in a heap breathless. I looked over at J and asked her if she happened to get that on film. Needless to say, she was too busy to be thinking the part of the photographer at that point. She did get some very lovely shots of Susannah beforehand, though, but I'm not sure that her boyfriend ever got his birthday present, however I did receive a glossy 8 x 10 as a keepsake, and this was just the beginning of an even more beautiful friendship. Picture Perfect A show in two weeks and he was far from satisfied with the prints he'd pull together thus far. He had already made three trips into the Hoh Rainforest in the Cascades trying to complete the droplet series in his "Phases of Water" exhibit, and it's all so ordinary. Everything had the flavor of a magazine spread and not even a good magazine at that! The series lacked that certain something that sets a spread apart. He had hopes for this show and he saw them slipping by. The Portland buyer's expectations were very clear. He wanted "the allure of wetness'' and it just wasn't there. The damned Northwest rain - too hard or too soft, or just too damned gray - and he was running out of time. Until today, that is! Today was turning out just perfect. His photographic philosophy requires that if he's anything, it's impulsive. He firmly believed that photographs were not created -- they happened, and the artist was someone who could see, recognize and capture. Anything else was pop, manufactured, screamed 'staged'. He worked his way through the city park full of flowering bushes, framing images and angles in his artist's eye. With a gentle rain, side sunlight, fast shutter, right lens, perfect timing his new D1X clicked and whirred at the speed of his imagination, capturing one perfect image after another. He felt that rare moment of relief and exhilaration. He had the perfect subjects in the perfect setting, patiently posing, not fidgeting, and bending just so lightly under the gentle rain: flowers at the peak of bloom kissed by a fine steady rain; droplets frozen in time on the pink and purple and yellow and white surfaces before they rolled down the perfectly formed pedals, splashing explosively on the bright green leaf surfaces. Click... whirr... click... whirr! The lens caught a sparkling drop cascading off the rim of his hat, contrasted to the off-focused reds, oranges, greens and blues of the flowers and leaves forming the hazy background. This was perfect. Today wouldn't be measured just in 'keepers'. This was better than mere keepers! Oh, the Portland buyer's expectations will be more than met, but these photographs will more than meeting a buyer's expectations. These will be reputation shots. It rarely felt this good. It just couldn't get any better! The park had been empty and he'd been so absorbed in his art that he didn't notice until the bright yellow image moved into the camera's panorama, breaking his concentration and instantly grabbing his attention. Dressed in a delicate yellow dress and matching cloak and cap, she looked almost elvin as she eased her bare feet through the wet grass, toes slowly pointing with each step in a gentle, ballerina's chasse. "She must have gotten caught by the weather while on an afternoon walk", he thought as he looked at her alluring beauty. Her cloak was fine and provided so little protection from the weather that if the rain wasn't this warm her delicate frame would be freezing. But it was clear she didn't mind the weather. No, just the opposite! She seemed to be thoroughly absorbed in the sensuality of her wetness as she slowly and delicately teased the droplets from the blades of grass with the gentle motions of her bare feet. He quietly changed to his short zoom lens and focused as she gently sauntered to the edge of the pond, undid the clasp of her cloak and let it fall to the ground. He let out an audible gasp. With the shutter momentarily forgotten, his expensive camera was nothing but a scope to get a better view of her beauty. Zooming closer he was captured by the sheer wet dress that hugged her firm breasts, the clinging, yellow material serving to highlight her dark, taut nipples. She gently turned and he zoomed out as she stretched her arms downward, extending her leg in a perfect arabesque. Zoom closer. The sun silhouetted the taut definition of the muscles in her strong thighs as the fabric hugged her firm ass. She rose to standing and drew her leg around, and when she extended to the side in a perfect developpé he saw the shadows of her delicate muff through the translucent material. He remembered the shutter and momentarily cursed himself. Pictures are captured and he had missed an exquisite sequence. Click... whirr... He wove his way through the tightly packed plants, totally absorbed in the beauty that filled his viewfinder. He captured a close-up of rain-kissed flowers with her unfocused yellow figure forming the hazy background. In her unfocused image he noticed the stark contrast between her dark hair, her white complexion, and her brilliant yellow dress. Refocus... click... whirr... her crystal clear physique framed by the blur of unfocused flowers... another study in sensual contrast. Zoom shot of her face and he caught the tiny rivulets as her saturated hair shed the excess rainwater across her soft complexion. Suddenly she turned, almost as if startled, and swiftly moved off into a thicket of bushes and was gone. He sat there, squatting, not daring to move lest he be seen, holding his camera at her point of departure and praying for her return. His legs were tense as he squatted, stretching his jeans tight across his firm ass and strong thighs. The warm rain, flowed off the broad-brimmed hat that sheltered his camera, ran down his back. The flow streamed through his soaked shirt, under his belt and down the crack of his ass, momentarily chilling him as it gently licked the base of his scrotum before streaming back into the sopping material of his jeans. His eyes closed and his lips pursed as his attention was involuntarily drawn to the erotic sensations of the wet, sweet rain gently licking that most sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. He held the camera with one hand and reached with his other to stroke himself through the tight, wet pants. His cock grew in the tight space that instantaneously offered nowhere near enough room. He tilted his face toward the rain and the cool water continued to run down his back, a continuous stimulation of his ass in contrast to his steady stroking of his cock. "Mmmmm, yes. I know how you feel," she said in a low, sultry, hissing voice. His eyes snapped open and he swung his head. "I'm sorry. I.. I.. didn't think anyone was here. I was taking pictures of the flowers and the rain and..." He had no idea he'd been so absorbed in his own sensation that she had time to come around and upon to him unnoticed. She put her finger to her smiling lips to hush him, then let her arm fall to her side and coyly tilted her face down, her eyes never leaving his as the rain dripped from her chin. "I hope you don't mind. You were in the background of...". She tilted her head slightly, brought her finger back to her still-smiling lips as her eyes glanced at his packed jeans. He got the message and silently returned her gaze. She had a soft complexion on a narrow, but strong face, and a sharp nose and mouth that seemed tiny compared to the hazel orbs that held him prisoner. Her hair was dark as night yet glistened as it caught the light in its wetness as the rainwater flowed through its tight, natural wave. He managed to regain his wits enough to partially raise the camera and point to it with a shrug, silently asking permission to continue taking his pictures. "Of the flora," she asked, "or the fauna?" she added with a broad smile as she cupped her hands under both breasts and pinched each nipple between thumb and finger and cooed as she closed her eyes and tilted her face into the welcomed rain. After briefly enjoying the sensation on her nipples she brought her chin to her chest and locked her eyes wantonly on him. "You're so beautiful that..." Her finger came back to her lips, eyes fixed and warm smile that held an unspoken promise. In a small, grassy opening between plants she stopped and posed, gently slid into first position, arms forming a heart as her finger touched, feet perpendicular, lips smiling, head tilted, eyes fixed. Click... whirr... click... whirr... She delicately shifted to second position smoothly moving her arms and legs, eyes focused to the ground, transitioned to third position, then fourth... click... whirr... eyes rising to recapture his as she finished in fifth position, eyes seeming to seek his approval. He exhaled a deep moan, like an animal that had been captured by alluring bait and was now held mercilessly knowing that in seconds the trap would be sprung. He looked on almost unbelievingly as her figure delicately encased in the revealing material danced elusively just out of his reach. The soaked dress actually accentuated her beauty, her breasts, and the delicate musculature of her firm legs and taut ass. She accepted his appreciation with a delicate nod and curtsey that a ballerina would her audience, then turned toward the pond, nothing but the thin, wet dress providing the ideal accent to her perfect ass... click... whirr! He framed and snapped as he followed her to the edge of the pond... there expecting her to turn back to face him... maybe strike another ballerina's pose. But never breaking stride (or stare) she reached the bank and proceeded, unabated, into the cool water. Click... whirr... She turned back to him a few steps later with the hem of her dress floating at her knees. After a brief pause in which he again savored her beauty, she slowly stepped backwards, stretching out one leg with each step. Pause! Then the other, one slow step at a time. The water slowly rose up her thighs. Click... whirr. Her dress streamed in her gentle wake, floating on the pond surface. Click... whirr. She continued, water rising and dress floating, legs covered in the cool darkness. As the water reached the top of her thighs she slowly closed her eyes, pursed her lips, raised her hand and firmly pinched a nipple, making them both simultaneously even harder and more pronounced... zoom in. The afternoon sun prismed in the rain droplets that dripped from the tips of her rock hard nipples, both the one under her firm caress and the one pouting on its own. Click... whirr. Another step and the water reached her sensuous valley. She stopped, lowered her head, but not breaking her gaze, and her eyes bore hotly into his. Her other hand sensuously scooped water onto her breasts, which then flowed into the material covering her belly. As her hand slid down her abdomen, her long, sensuous fingers gently looped under her floating skirt and her fingers gently stroked her clit while the surface of the water lapped at her lips. An audible sigh escaped her and she breathed in deeply. He was paralyzed in awe of this gorgeous woman who had appeared suddenly out of nowhere, and who was now standing in a pond, fully dressed, in the pouring rain, an unrequited lover, played with her pussy and tits with an unabashed sensuality. She raised her hand from her pussy and inserted three fingers in her mouth, sucking, her eyes locked on his, rolling her nipple with her little finger. His cock throbbed. Her knees slowly bent and the water rose across her tight stomach to her ribs. She paused as it reached the base of her breasts, and then closed her eyes in submission to the rapture as the cool water slowly covered her hot, hard nipples. When her chin reached the water she opened here eyes and looked into his, then dipped her head below the surface with barely a ripple. She gently pushed forward and glided toward the surface. Her head broke the surface, and moving toward him she raised a single finger above the surface to beckon him. He didn't need to be asked twice. He put the camera on the grass and covered it with his hat. He ripped the buttons off his shirt and started to remove it, but she shook her head, ever so subtly. He stopped and stepped toward the pond, then stopped... pointing to his boots. She smiled and shrugged and he quickly removed them before stepping into the water. The bottom was firm and through the clear water he saw that while his jeans didn't change color (they were already soaked), the material floated loosely around his calves, sensuously massaging his lower leg. The sensation was different as he walked toward her, trying not to run, but definitely not showing the same subtlety of movement she used. The material was stretched tightly around his muscular upper legs giving the sensation that there was no material at all between him and the water that sensuously licking his sensitive inner thighs and clamped around his balls and cock like cool lips. As he got close she pushed backwards floating on her back, first deeper, then toward the shore, her eyes alluringly dragging him with her as her rock-hard nipples floated at the water's surface. A gentle kick of her feet kept an even distance between them. Her flowing hair formed a devilish black halo in her wake and the floating dress formed an angelic aura around her. The floating dress left her absolutely naked as the cool water licked her sensitive skin as it passed. Her feet touched again she continued to backpedal to keep him just past arms reach. He lunged and took hold of the floating material. Pop – pop – pop, damn! He'd torn the delicate material! But she was unfazed. The dress was held by snaps. Pop... pop... She stood, the snaps still intact towards her neckline. He was held transfixed as the film-like material spread revealingly across her pointed nipples and parted at her tight stomach to reveal the first glimpse of her dark, well-trimmed muff atop the cleanly shaved, pink folds of her opening. She made a sudden move toward him, encircling his neck with her arms and his hips with her thighs as she kissed him deeply while roughly rubbing her throbbing cunt over his encased cock. His hands massaged her ass as their tongues intertwined. After a deep, long kiss she released her hold on his neck and slowly arched backwards. His hands slid to support her back as she leaned, as her hair fanned out again on the water. He gently lowered her so she was once again prone, though this time her strong legs molding her sex to his bulge. She momentarily submerged herself, her hair and dress floating around her as she gazed at him through eyes eerily just below the surface. She stiffened her legs and slowly raised her head out of the water, her freshly drenched hair emitting rivulets that cascaded down her face. They both looked at the thin material accentuating her breasts and nipples as they bobbed at the surface. She tightened the grip with her legs and ground her pussy against his cock, then released him, and with a quick backstroke distanced herself. He reached and grabbed but caught just dress, the strain undoing the remaining snaps. She stood and paused momentarily, water sensuously cascading from her sopping hair, her dress deliciously open revealing all of her tight, gorgeous body. He froze, captivated by her beauty. She dove backward to swim underwater toward the shore and as her body arched out of the water her dress was not able to follow, and he had an instantaneous, glorious view of her firm ass and sopping, shaved lips. He stood and watched her image swimming under water. A gentle stream of bubbles from the air trapped in her hair flowed in her wake. The delicate material of her open dress fanned and streamed like a bride's train. In a fluid, almost dolphin-like motion, she pulled herself up on the bank in a single, smooth motion. He dove and followed her, swimming gracefully underwater and surfacing at her feet. As he emerged at her feet and gazed between her parted legs she cooed, "You want me!" in that same soft, sweet, low, girlish voice. Her tone didn't betray whether it was a question, a statement, or a dare. She had lured him into the pond, and he was now lying at her feet in the cool water, staring up through her parted thighs past her trimmed muff and her smallish breasts with ample nipples, up to those captivating eyes. He opened his mouth and inhaled to answer, but a quick tilt of her head and that same look as earlier made it clear that it was not a question for him to answer. "I was watching you", she offered, then nodding toward a row of expensive townhouses overlooking the park, "from up there. On the patio... with my husband's telescope." Damn, has this all been a fucking cocktease, his camera setting in the wet grass, his clothes and wallet soaked, and an unbelievable ache in his manhood. God he wanted... no, needed to fuck this woman. Oh, there had been sexy, alluring models in his career as a photographer, but no woman in hours in front of his camera had ever made him want her as much this one had in mere minutes. And now, was she pulling the plug after tantalizingly leading him this far? "The rest of the park was empty so I thought I'd come down and enjoy... the flowers... too. On sunny days I watch couples in those same bushes. They think they're hidden by the leaves, but they don't know I can see from up there with that telescope. I get to sit up there and enjoy all the sexy things they do to each other. It really gets me HOT. Today I thought the park would be empty, and then I saw you. And I just had to get a little closer. So I thought l needed just a little walk in the park... in the rain. Mmm, yes. I love the rain, don't you? It makes me feel so... sexy." She spoke the last word with a low growl of emphasis. So, a married voyeur! Probably a frustrated trophy wife whose husband was too busy making money to see her need, much less satisfy it. "You're so intense... with your flowers. They were so important that you didn't notice anything else. I had to play... see if you artists could be distracted from your artsy world. I wondered if maybe I could still be a distraction, even though I am getting older," she paused, smiled and looked down at his exposed, inviting body. "You know, see if I could maybe break the artist's concentration. And so with my shawl and cap I went for a walk... mmmmm... in the warm summer rain." She wrapped her arms around her chest and rocked back and forth. She continued, "The shawl didn't protect me for long... mmmmm... perfect. Do you think?" she asked looking at him coyly. "Eventually you noticed, but not before I lay in the soft wet grass, watching you concentrating... as I played with myself. Mmm you made my pussy ache. Does that sound nasty? Hhmmmm?" she mockingly pouted, then laughed, "It didn't feel nasty. It felt soooo nicceee! I decided I wanted, no, I needed it to be you in my pussy instead of just my fingers. It's been so long since I've had someone play with my pussy," as she touched herself, closed her eyes and exhaled through pursed lips. "And you followed me. Even into this silly pond. Because you want me! You want me so bad that you stopped taking your pictures and you followed me with your sexy jeans into that cold pond." She raised herself slightly, pushing herself backwards onto firmer grass... spreading her legs, offering him an unobstructed view of her smooth pussy and its red, swollen lips. "So if you're still not sure if I want you, or if I'll let you, well let me set that straight right now," as she rose up on her hands and knees and crawled toward him and continued in a still demure, little-girl voice, but the words were anything but childlike, "There is nothing I want more... nothing I need more right now than for you to take me. Hhhmmm! Could you do that form me? I hope you can because I need a good, deep, thorough fucking. And I need it now!" The words had the guttural. Her lips emphasized every word, as her voice got lower and sultrier. Her eyes sucked him in as she purred, "A nice slow fuck... right here in the park... where anyone could come by... or watch from the bushes... sounds so delicious. Fuck me, please?" as her voice trailed off. The rain intensified just slightly as he crawled forward, rising his torso onto the bank, his cock struggling for space, still painfully but alluringly restrained in his tight, submersed jeans. He initiated the first touch, wrapping his hands gently around her bare foot. His lips sucked on her ankle, pausing for a moment as his tongue played with an anklet. His hands caressed her toes and arch. He looked into her eyes as he nibbled, sucking her toes. His tongue swept across her arch. His teeth nibbled up her calf and thigh. She leaned back on her elbows in the cool grass, the rain flowing off her chin. One tit exposed in all its delicious glory and the other covered again by the thin, stretched constraints of her dress. She sighed deep in her throat as his lips sucked and his teeth nibbled inside her thigh, "mmmggrrrrr..." close, but not touching her swollen pussy. She breathed in slowly and deeply through her nose as he paused over her wanting cunny... exhaling his hot breath on her wetness while his tongue flicked the tips of her soft fur. She exhaled audibly. He shifted... renewing the sensations of first touch on the sensitive skin of her other thigh with the same seemingly endless array of nibbles and bites,. And she greedily sucked in air as he passed in the same pattern across her womanhood again... to one thigh and back... and again. Picture Perfect “What do you mean, you won’t?” Carlos demanded, squinting into the sun. “Just what I said,” I replied. Carlos was a gorgeous guy, with dark, wavy hair; a deep, tropical tan; even teeth, as white Chicklets; broad shoulders; a deep chest; a flat, firm belly; strong arms and legs; and firm, compact buttocks. He had quite a lovely cock, too, over seven inches erect and circumcised, with a big mushroom head and the biggest balls I’ve ever had the pleasure to behold--or hold. We’d been lovers, sure--what model hasn’t made love to her photographer? In fact, for the last couple of years, we’d been a couple. I’d have thought he’d understand my decision not to strap my own cock and balls down between my thighs, the glans pointed past my anus, but he didn’t understand. He didn’t understand at all, and he was anything but supportive. “You have to,” he insisted. “No, I don’t,” I countered. “I read my contract. There’s nothing in it that says I have to emasculate myself to model Va-Va-Va-Voom Bikinis.” “No one’s asking you to emasculate yourself, Barbie.” “Tucking my cock and balls under my perineum is the same thing, isn’t it, symbolically?” Carlos sighed. “No. Now, come on, please. Be reasonable. There’s only another hour of sunlight left.” Behind us, the waves rolled in, high and green, crested with foam and smelling of the sea. We’d arrived later in Tahiti than we’d anticipated, but Carlos wanted to get whatever pictures he could. Superstitious, he believed that a photo session’s success or failure was determined by how things went the first day. He was nuts that way. All artists have their peculiarities, I suppose. Maybe mine was my refusal, this time out, to tuck my genitals “out of the way,” as Carlos often expressed his request to hide my cock and balls between the lower cheeks of my most decidedly round, feminine bottom. “You’re right, The light is fading--fast. You’d better make the best use of it.” “Barbie, I am not kidding!” “I’m not, either.” “Damn it! For a shemale, you have a huge cock--and big balls, too. Their outline is clearly visible through your bikini bottom; the bulge will ruin any shots I take of you..” I shrugged, listening to the crash and roar of the waves tumbling upon the golden sands. “Just shoot me from the waist up,” I offered. “You know I can’t.” “Well, then, I don’t know what to tell you.” “You’ve never protested before.” “Maybe I’ve developed a little self-respect.” “I’m just asking you to pose. What’s disrespectful about that?” “I’m a shemale, Carlos. A chick with a dick. That’s who and what I am, and I’m not going to deny the truth about myself to anyone any longer. I’m not going to be a photo eunuch anymore.” “Your career’s over,” he predicted, looking at me with a mixture of pity and annoyance. “Mine probably is, too.” He made a few adjustments to his tripod and his camera. He glared at me over the instruments of his art. “Could you manage a fucking smile, at least?” I didn’t much feel like smiling at the moment, but I did. After all, I am a professional. An hour later, Carlos had taken all the photos the waning sunlight would allow, and we drove back to our hotel in his van. Not a word passed between us. We rode the elevator together, but acted as if we were strangers. As the doors slid apart, I touched his hand with mine. “If you want to talk--” “I don’t,” he said angrily, jerking his hand away. We walked in opposite directions down the hall to our respective rooms. I hoped to hear a knock on my door that night. Angry, Carlos might be, but he was also a passionate man who appreciated the thrills that only a transsexual could offer him. The fact that the knock never came underscored just how perturbed he must have been. The next morning, the scene of the previous evening repeated itself, with Carlos demanding that I tuck my cock and balls between my legs like a whipped dog and my insisting that I would never again be a “photo eunuch.” He’d have to accept me just the way I am. Finally, he saw that I meant what I said, and he filmed me in an assortment of bikinis and in various poses. I wore a hot-pink string bikini, sitting on the beach, the waves rushing around my ass and thighs, with my hands flat on the sand and my back arched. I wore a red suit, sat atop a mound of rocks, with the sea crashing around and below me as I stretched my arms toward the cloudless azure sky, smiling dreamily in the sun. I wore a bra and bottom set printed with a lovely floral pattern, my genitals a clear bulge among the flowers. We took many other pictures, of course--hundreds of them. Carlos never said a word except to bark commands as to how to position my arms or legs or which way to hold my head. He was colder than the sea, which brought gooseflesh to my arms and legs and bottom. At the end of the day, he repeated his dire prophecy concerning our future careers. They were over, he predicted. I’d ruined both my own future modeling prospects and his continued career as a photographer by my asinine insistence on “exhibiting” my cock and balls while “pretending” to be a woman. His words hurt worse than I can say; they also showed me, again, as if I needed the reminder, the depth of his anger. I wanted to kiss away his frustration and fear. I wanted to hug him to me, and whisper away his anxieties and concerns. I wanted to lick and kiss and suck his thick, hard prick. I wanted to make wild, passionate love to him, to feel his cock deep in my ass. I wanted to feel the warm flood of his semen over my bare buttocks and my naked back. I wanted him thrusting deep and fast and hard inside me, so that I was rocked and hammered and pounded before him, my tits jiggling and bobbing and my genitals shaking and swaying. I wanted him to take revenge on me, brutally and savagely, through sex. I wanted him to know that, despite my refusal to acquiesce to his demands that I castrate myself, even symbolically and temporarily, he was the decision-maker in regard to everything else. In our personal lives, and especially in the bedroom, Carlos was the man; he was the person in charge, and I would submit to his will, whatever it might be. By taking me brutally in the ass, Carlos could reassert his dominance over me, and things would be well between us again. Instead, he remained stern and taciturn all the way back to the States, and, let me tell you, it’s a long, long way from Tahiti to L. A. when a girl’s seated next to a pissed-off, dominant man like Carlos! A week later, we were on the verge of breaking up when Carlos received a telephone call from Lou Letterman, the photo editor for Va-Va-Va Voom Bikini’s summer catalogue. With a look of doom on his face, Carlos indicated that I should pick up the extension. With a huge feeling of foreboding and trepidation, I did as Carlos directed. “Carlos?” Lou bellowed. “You still there?” “I’m here, Lou.” “These photos you shot--they’re--” Carlos shot me a look of pure rage. Here it comes, I thought. “--fantastic!” Lou finished. “Better than I’d expected. They’re picture perfect! In fact, Barbie’s the cover girl for our summer catalogue!” “I don’t understand,” Carlos mumbled. “I thought you’d be pissed. I thought my career was over.” Lou laughed. “Over? My boy, it’s just begun!” Carlos looked stunned. “Just this morning, Emily told me she wanted to broaden the company’s client base by appealing to the transgendered market, which, as you might not know, has become huge. She loves the photos you took of Barbie, especially the shots of her in that floral bikini, where her cock and balls are clearly defined. Why didn‘t you tell us she’s a transsexual?” Emily Patterson was the company’s chief executive officer. If she liked the pictures, Lou would like them, too. If Lou liked them, shouldn’t Carlos? I looked at him, hoping he would. “I didn’t know how you’d respond to such news,” Carlos answered Lou’s question. “Are you kidding? Male, female, or shemale, she’s sexier than hell!” Carlos grinned at me; all the worry and fear were banished from his tanned, handsome face as he displayed his bright, even smile. He said goodbye to Lou, sprinted across the living room, and planted a kiss on my lips, squeezing my ass in his strong, firm hand. My heart leaped. “Let’s make love,” Carlos invited, his eyes bright. “Promise to be rough?” His grin widened. “If you insist.” “I like a lot of man in my man,” I said. He kissed me again, cupping my cock and balls in his hand. His fist closed around my genitals, gripping them firmly, almost painfully. “And I like a woman with the balls to be herself,” he answered. The sex was brutal--and wonderful. Picture Perfect A collective groan rose from the auditorium as Dr. Smith finished her lecture. Dana always enjoyed this class, well, watching the tall professor anyway. Helen Smith was the kind of woman everyone gave a second look too. Dana suspected many people took that second look and wondered why they did so, and then moved on without more than a brief curiosity. Most would probably content themselves with noting she was abnormally tall; that had been Dana's first impression. In contrast to the tall professor, almost no one ever gave Dana a second glance. She was short, big-boned and compactly built, with hardly any bust and a rugged face. A tomboy all her life, she had only discovered her budding sexuality when she arrived at Mt. St. Clair College. She was a butch lesbian; at least, she wanted to be one, like her best friend Roz. Thus far her experience amounted to two one night stands, with girls her own age, neither of which had been very fulfilling. She was really attracted to more mature women and the stunning professor had become her secret obsession. Over the last three semesters she had taken four classes with Dr. Smith. That hadn't been by any design at first, simply that she was majoring in Secondary Ed and the core called for twenty-four credit hours across the liberal arts curriculum. All of the advanced courses were filled with juniors and seniors well before she was allowed to register. Her faculty adviser had urged her to take her core courses while she was too junior to get into the ones she needed for her major. Dr. Smith was an early riser, offering one of only a handful of sections that met at 7:00 in the morning. Since no one in their right mind wanted to be up that early, there were always openings in that section. The morning courses fit Dana's lifestyle, so she had seen quite a bit of the tall professor. Over time, she had noticed a lot about the woman that she suspected others rarely saw. She was always demure, her clothing impeccably fitted, but highly conservative. Mostly business dress suits in dark colors or tweeds. She always wore black stockings; not pantyhose, but stockings. Dana was sure of this because she always sat in the front row and on rare, but much anticipated, occasions the Professor would stand on tip toe to write or correct something on the board. Dana had taken to slouching in her seat, because from the low point she could occasionally catch a flash of stocking tops and garter clips if the Prof had on a suitably short skirt. She often wore a slip which would frustrate the young woman, but even a glimpse of that was nice. She also always wore heels, not the thick, clunky, ugly kind that were in vogue with the girls on campus, but very feminine, thin heeled pumps. In the time she had been paying attention, the professor had never worn open toed heels or flats. Dana had also noticed other things that she thought probably escaped the casual observer. In the first place the Doctor was stacked. The conservative cuts of her clothing seemed calculated to conceal it. Dana hadn't really noticed until the day the AC was out and halfway through the lecture the Prof had been forced to remove her jacket. Dana felt sure her eyes had nearly popped out of her head. A quick look around the near empty classroom showed her that at least the guys agreed. Dana conservatively guessed the good doctor took at least a D cup, if not a DD. In just the starched white blouse and her skirt, it was also obvious she had what Roz called "birthing hips". That had started it for her. Dana had studied her professor so carefully only a few questions remained, and those she was unlikely to ever discover the answer to, although she kept an open mind. The campus was extremely liberal and rumors abounded. Dana had noticed that she never saw the tall professor out with men unless it was in a group and that gave her some hope. "I'm sorry. I know you all have other classes and your time is valuable, but this is a three thousand level course and there is simply no way I could, in good conscience, not require a research paper." More gripes and groans followed. Dana noticed that Dr. Smith seemed genuinely concerned, which was rare for a professor. Most acted like their assignments were the only ones the students had. "Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Most of you can knock out a thirty-page paper over a weekend. I'm only requiring nine sources and the subject is totally up to you, provided you can tie it to Tudor or Stewart England." The bell rang and everyone stampeded towards the exit. Dana took her time, her next class wasn't until noon today, so she headed for the cafeteria to meet up with her friends. Picture Perfect "Why?" Dana asked excitedly. Roz handed the photo back and took a sip of her coffee. "Take a close look at that photo. Who does she remind you of?" "I've done nothing but look at it for weeks." "Put her in a business suit," Roz prompted. Dana thought it was stupid, but she tried. Picturing the woman in a business suit didn't do anything except hurt her head. "I don't see it," Dana said, massaging her temples. "Try her with red hair." "Fucking-A!" Dana mouthed. "Resemblance is uncanny isn't it?" "Yeah. I mean...fucking–a." "Explains a lot," Roz said with a chuckle. "It could really be her, I mean if it wasn't from way back then." Dana said in a hushed tone. "You sure it's old? I mean, not just a black and white reproduction?" "Yeah, I'm sure. Besides, you know she wouldn't be posing for beaver shots." "Never can tell kiddo, some women are all freaky under that proper exterior, but I think you are right about that." "Still...fucking-a," "You said you found this in a book?" "Yeah, on Catherine of..." Picture Perfect They were both staring at each other and Dana started to say something, but she held back. Helen's face was tight, she was thinking about something, and when she licked her lips and breathed in deeply, Dana knew she had decided to say whatever it was. Only it wasn't something the redhead wished to say. She stood quickly and pulled the sash to her robe. Shrugging it off her shoulders she stood totally still, watching Dana intently. The novice butch felt her mouth fall open, felt it moving, but not a sound issued forth. Helen wore a black bullet bra, the kind that molded her breast into a pair of almost points. Her midriff was bare, but the top of a black lace garterbelt could be seen. Over the belt, she wore peach-colored satin knickers. Her impossibly long legs were encased in the stockings, but just below the elastic of the knickers Dana could see pale skin. Unable to utter a sound, Dana held up a finger and made a circular motion. She hoped Helen would understand what she wanted, because she couldn't have spoken if her life depended on it. The tall redhead smiled and did slow pirouette. Dana felt her heart leap into her throat and a spike of desire in her belly like none she had ever felt before. "Beautiful," she managed at last. "I was beginning to worry," Helen said in that strange, rough soft voice. "Where?...How?" "There are specialty shops that cater to people who like old-fashioned lingerie. I have quite a collection. Frankly, I find it nicer than modern day stuff." "You mean you wear this kind of stuff all the time?" "Well, yes, why? Don't you like it?" Dana's eyes never left her teacher's soft body. "I'd like you in a burlap sack. I think it's awesome, I mean...for you of course...I wear boxers," she finished lamely. "Boxers can be sexy, on the right person." "I hope I'm the right person," Dana said. "Well, let's see!" Helen enthused. Dana rose quickly, kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her faded jeans. She kicked them away from her feet as she pulled off her t-shirt. She was a compact girl, barely five five, but weighing nearly one forty. Her arms and legs were heavily muscled from years of sports and her small breasts stood out from her body, capped by rosy pink nipples. She thought she should have been a little more self conscious, but after the long evening of building tension, it was really a relief. "Mmmmmm," Helen purred. Now was the time to say something clever, or sexy or something, but Dana found she couldn't think of anything that didn't sound silly. After a while Helen smiled and gracefully sat in the chair. "You've no idea what to do next have you?" she asked. "I've got lots of ideas," Dana said defensively. "Don't get upset, I just meant you're new at this, aren't you?" "Well, kinda. I mean, I'm no virgin, but..." "But I'm not like the girls you've been with?" Helen finished for her. "No, not at all," Dana sighed, sitting down heavily. The tall teacher watched her intently, but didn't speak. "I mean, what do I say to you? I doubt you're up on the latest bands or TV shows. Roz was right, you're class, through and through. I guess I'm not as ready for this as I thought." Dana frowned and stared at the fire. She was kicking herself, but what could she do? Helen rose and sat next to her on the sofa. "Who's Roz?" "Roslyn Pershing, my best friend." "The black girl who's sleeping with Dr. Sullivan?" Dana turned to Helen and smiled tentatively. "And Dr. Thornton and Dr. Pierce too." "Well, that's news." "Yeah, she's got a way with older women." "And you think you don't?" "Look at me. Sitting here with the hottest woman I've ever met and I can barely speak," Dana said in an anguished voice. Without warning Dr. Smith leaned forward, caught Dana's chin in her hand, and gently pressed her lips to the startled girl's. Dana started, but when the older woman just held her lips there, she found herself pressing her tongue against those soft lips without even thinking about it. Helen's lips parted and her soft tongue darted out, just grazing Dana's before retreating. Dana leaned against the doctor and let her tongue follow the redhead's back into the warm cavern of her mouth. Her mouth was soft and wet and tasted of almonds. Dana's tongue explored its secrets, finding all the pockets of sweetness and gently, but thoroughly exploring. It was natural, she wasn't even thinking, but broke the kiss when Helen moaned softly. The doctor's eyes were closed, and it seemed to take her a moment to realize she was no longer being kissed. She opened her eyes and smiled gently, while reaching out and stroking Dana's cheek. "I'm forty-five Dana. I haven't had a lover in over ten years and have only been with three my whole life. You may not be Casanova, but that kiss was the best I've ever had. Just relax and let it come, don't compare yourself to Roz or anyone else. Since the moment you started hitting on me I've been flattered beyond words. You may not think you have a way with women, but I'm here to tell you that you do. It may take a while to get your confidence up, but believe me, before it's over, you'll know." Dana nodded while her eyes drank in Helen's loveliness. She wanted to touch her, taste her, explore every inch of her, but she hesitated. Sex always came down to this moment for her. It was the thing she dreaded and yet anticipated most. The final move from, 'not sure', to 'positive that she was going to get some'. Holding her breath she leaned forward and their lips met again. This time, Helen's parted instantly and she reached out to wrap her arms around Dana's shoulders. The kiss was torrid, but the positioning on the sofa was awkward. Dana twisted her body, and used her shoulder to nudge Helen. The tall professor lay back, allowing Dana to rest on top of her body. Dana felt her warm, soft body and silky skin. She had never been with a woman like Helen and her senses were on overload. The satin cups of the professor's bra were pressed into her tummy and she tentatively slid a hand between their bodies and squeezed. The material was thick and stiff, but she could feel the warm flesh beneath it. Helen was sucking on her tongue as they kissed and making small noises that were driving Dana to distraction. Dana broke the kiss and sat up while Helen raised one of her long legs and placed it against the back of the sofa. The redhead raised herself up on her elbows and Dana reached behind her, working the bra loose. She lifted the straps off Helen's shoulders and the older woman lay back, allowing Dana to remove it completely. Helen's breasts were so large they seemed to roll off her chest. Dana had never seen any so large or full. She took them in her hands and pushed them together, revelling in the resilient, but ultra silky skin. Helen's aureoles were as large as the bottom of a coke can and the nipples were thick and stiff. Dana lowered her head and began to gently tongue them. Helen moaned and tangled her hands in the short girl's hair. Dana waited, but unlike the other girls she had been with, the redhead made no attempt to move her head. For what seemed hours, Dana kissed, licked and nibbled to her heart's content. The skin was soft and silky, the aureoles rough and puckered, and the nipples hard and slippery buttons. Each felt different, tasted different, made strange but wonderful impressions on her senses. Her hands continued to press and knead, squeezing gently, and feeling the abundant flesh between her fingers. This had to be heaven, she thought in some small corner of her mind that wasn't totally lost in sensation. Pressing her lips between the two mounds she felt the velvet heat on her cheeks. Helen was cooing and sighing, making noises in her throat that just set the younger girl's blood on fire. She had no idea how long she had been worshiping those tits when the tenor of Helen's moans changed. Dana opened her eyes to a sight that would be indelibly burned into her memory. Helen's head was back, exposing her long elegant neck. Her eyes were closed tightly and her nostrils were flaring with each breath. She had her lower lip held between her teeth. As Dana watched she began to toss her head from side to side, the long red hair becoming a mess as her movements gained momentum. Dana's hip was resting between her legs and she became aware of the subtle humping as Helen's excitement mounted. Dana sucked a stiff nipple into her mouth and gently chewed on it, using her lips to cushion her teeth. Her eyes never left the sexy teacher's face as Helen's body tensed. A long hiss escaped her lips and then a bark of pleasure. Her body came unglued, thrashing wildly as her orgasm ripped through her. Dana waited for Helen's movements to subside, before she regretfully abandoned her lover's breasts and kissed her chin. Helen was panting, and a light sheen of sweat now covered her body. Dana slid down, kissing her navel and stopping only when she was snuggled in between the teacher's long legs. The crotch of her knickers was damp and Dana could smell her delicate musk. The aroma was beyond description and she felt her mouth watering as her hands slipped under the waistband and began to tug the knickers down. Helen moved her legs to help and Dana held the fragile garment a moment before letting it drop to the carpet. Helen's bush was as red as the hair on her head and very thick. The curls were tight and luxuriant causing Dana to moan when her fingers played through them. Helen's skin was pale, almost transparent, allowing Dana to see the tiny veins underneath in the rosy firelight. Her mound was trim and the outer lips very thin. These gaped open, revealing the pink inner folds and her erect clit. Her whole mound glistened, almost like it was covered in olive oil. Dana lowered her head, pressing her lips tightly to the succulent flesh and felt the outer lips part for her chin. She began to carefully lick and nuzzle, causing Helen to gasp. The flavor that filled the small girl's mouth was beyond words to describe. At once sweet, tart and salty, but warm and slick. She lost herself, voraciously trying to collect every drop for herself. She felt the professor's thighs tighten on the sides of her head, while her hips began to undulate. Dana's arms were wrapped under her legs and her hands were locked just above her lover's pubic triangle. She tightened her hands and struggled to match her head's motions with Helen's wildly bucking hips. "Oh...Oh...Oh..." the professor chanted. The exclamations were followed by a series of incoherent syllables as the tenseness built in her body. Her pussy became wetter and the nectar thicker. Dana found Helen's clit and sucked it into her mouth. She sucked hard and her lover screamed as her body went into a paroxysm. Dana stayed there, licking and sucking until all the motions ceased and she felt the tension drain from Helen's body. She finally raised her head and wiped the residual juices from her chin and cheeks. Helen was staring at her, the big green eyes dancing. "No way with women my ass," she finally whispered. Dana beamed, the praise feeling almost as good as making her lover cum had. She crawled up, until they were face to face and kissed her. When Helen's long legs wrapped around her waist, she felt strange; a good kind of strange, but slightly disconcerting. It was natural, as natural as anything she had ever experienced. She almost regretted not listening to Roz and bringing her strap on. When the kiss broke Helen brushed the hair from her eyes and smiled. "That was incredible, now I think it's your turn." "No, I'm fine, really," Dana replied. "I'm going to feel very guilty if you don't let me make you feel good too." "I've never felt better in my life. Honest." "Well, I'll let you off tonight under one condition." "What's that?" Dana asked with a smile. "Next time, you cum too." Helen replied. They kissed and cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms. Picture Perfect Anna had worked at the photo processing lab for nearly two years. Rich had been her favorite customer since day one. Rich was an amateur sports photographer and he was still learning the ins and outs of photography. He and Anna shared photography tips and techniques, he taught her about lenses and cameras, she taught him about color and composition. Despite the drastic difference in their ages, their personalities clicked from the beginning and they became friends of sorts. In the past few days, Rich had acquired an overwhelming amount of orders and he asked Anna if she'd like to work with him for a couple of games. Anna liked Rich's company and could certainly use the cash, so she accepted. It was quarter till six and Anna stood in the small bathroom of the photo lab, inspecting herself in the mirror. She had pinned her long hair up for the work day and she let it down now, brushing it smooth. As she looked down over her body, checking her clothing for chemical spots and stains, she was modestly pleased with what she saw, not that she would ever admit it to anyone. She knew her faults- her body was small and lacked sensual curves, her breasts nicely formed but small. She liked her face though; she had pretty green eyes and a nice smile. Her skin was fair, her hair long and dark. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders and sighed at her reflection, moderately satisfied. When she returned to the lab, Rich was already there, ten minutes early. The other photo girls joked with him - he was a regular and a popular one at that. When Anna finished up, she shrugged out of her lab coat and unclipped her name tag. "You know, the girls and I were discussing having a name tag made for you, you're here so often." Anna said, with a grin. "I could use one... the other day a lady mistook me for an employee, asked me where the 400 speed film was." Rich said. "Did you send her to an employee?" "Of course not. I showed her where it was. And I'm expecting a pay check for it." Rich laughed. Anna laughed and punched his shoulder in a comfortable, friendly way. He asked if she was ready to go, and they headed out to his truck together. Pulling herself up into the big truck, Anna considered what this situation would look like to the strangers across the street. She was willing to bet anyone watching would think she was being picked up by her father. Anna was nineteen, but her friends picked on her, saying she could still order from the kids menu - no one would guess she was more than fourteen. Rich, on the other hand, was probably in his later mid to later forties. He was a good-looking man, in his own way. He didn't have a movie star body or the chiseled features of a male model, but he had his own silly charm. He was tall with a fairly average build, not too muscular but not fat by anyone's description. He had dirty blond hair and happy, hazel eyes. He wore a nice smile perpetually and framed it with a shaggy but short goatee. He liked to fish in his spare time and his skin glowed with the healthy tan of an outdoorsy type of man. They chatted on their way to the local high school, where they'd be shooting a basket ball game. Afterwards, they planned to go the Rich's house. Anna, being part of the younger generation, knew a lot more about newer technology than Rich did and she was going to give him a crash course in Photoshop when they finished at the game. Anna had been nervous about the action shots. She was pretty talented when it came to portraiture and prided herself in her shots from weddings, but she had never attempted to capture the action that Rich did. She was relieved to find it easier than she thought it would be, and excited to get to Rich's place to put the nights work up on the computer monitor so they could do the necessary editing and discuss their results. On their way to his house, they talked about the most exciting points in the game, points scored, good shots captured. They expressed hope that their pictures would sell, laughed and joked about that crazy mom wearing a hand-painted tee shirt, holding a sign supporting number thirteen. Rich didn't live far from the school, so it was a short ride. "Nice place" Anna said, stepping down out of the truck when they arrived. "Thanks... I like it," Rich replied, "close to the river. Its just down back of the yard, if you can see it there." "Yeah, I see it. You'll have to take me fishing down there sometime. I've never been in a boat." Anna said, as Rich opened the garage door for her. Anna saw now why they hadn't pulled the truck into the garage. Rich had set it up as a little wreck room. There were work tables, like any garage would have, but in the middle of the room there was a couch and chairs, set up for company and conversation. There was a pool table, a computer desk, some photography equipment in a corner. It was slightly disheveled, obviously decorated and kept by a man, but comfortable. They sat on the couch together, putting Anna's laptop on the table in front of them. Anna had looked forward to this the most. Rich knew very little about technology, and he was fun to teach. Anna liked the charming way he got so excited when learning something new about photography. When he brought up his pictures, he was bothered by the distracting things in the background. When Anna showed him how to use the edge finder to trace around the subject and the blur option to push everything but the subject out of focus, it was funny to her how amazed he was. "Look at that!" he laughed, "that is just perfect! Its so professional!" "Wait," Anna said, "Check this out." Anna used the tracer and the smart erase to fix a lens flare. "You just took it right out! Why didn't you tell me it was this easy? I've been trying to get results like this for ages! Awesome Anna, this is truly awesome." He kept slapping his own knee in amazement. Anna couldn't keep from laughing with his childlike delight. They continued editing, Anna showing Rich each feature of the software, Rich getting so excited by each one. Anna noticed that the more carried away he got, the more he seemed to touch her. It was friendly touching - a squeeze of her shoulder once, a gentle punch on her arm, a slap on her knee instead of his. She wasn't sure why, but she liked it. She thought to herself that she was glad Photoshop had so many features. She wondered where he would touch her next. She had butterflies in her stomach. When they finally finished the editing Rich went to the fridge in the kitchen and grabbed them both cans of soda. They talked and laughed on their ends of the couch. Anna bragged sarcastically about being such a fantastic, spectacular, wonderful photographer, and propped her bare feet up on Rich's legs, turning her nose to the air. Rich laughed, "Yeah, sure...In your dreams!" He said, pushing her a little in an affectionate sort of way, tickling her. She giggled and leaned into him, bearing the tickling for a chance to try to tickle him back. It was when they were very close like this, Anna's face close to Rich's neck... She could smell his aftershave, could feel how large and strong his hands were, innocently tickling her sides. Her hands on his sides stopped the tickling and laid flat against him, his shirt between her hands and his skin. He noticed the change in her body language and seemed unsure of what to do at first. His hands laid flat on her little hips. He could smell her shampoo, something with coconut. He could feel how warm she was under her tee shirt. Her hand slid under his flannel shirt, around to the small of his back. She had been looking down. Now she looked up at him. With the look on her face, he was no longer unsure of what she wanted. "I hoped for this." Rich whispered. He kissed her softly on the lips, slipping his hands under her tee shirt, feeling her smooth, bare hips, hand running up her back, feeling for a bra that wasn't there - she didn't need one. Anna returned the warm kiss, pressing her body up into his, feeling his broad chest, his strong shoulders. She felt thin, soft hair on his back. Rich held one arm around Anna, his hand on her smooth little back. The other hand came up to her neck, gently brushing her long hair from her cheek as his tongue explored her mouth. She tasted like root beer and spearmint gum. The hand on her cheek moved slowly down between the two of them, brushed lightly over her small breasts, down her tight stomach. He slid a hand up under her shirt, touching everywhere, feeling her nipples harden between his fingers. She leaned back, responding to his touch, breathing slightly heavily. She pulled away from his kiss and tugged gently at his shirt, trying to unbutton it. He helped her and they laughed at how clumsy their fingers were. She held her arms up, and he slowly and easily slipped her tee shirt up over her head, revealing her. She crossed her arms and looked at him, waiting for his reaction. She was nervous now... the fluorescent lights didn't allow anything to be hidden. Rich realized she was nervous and put his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her bare form. "Whats wrong? You're breath-taking." Rich whispered. Anna relaxed and put her hands on his belt buckle, pulling him in to her. He ran his big hands down her back, down her sides, down her tummy. He bent to kiss her neck, lowered himself to his knees to kiss her breasts, her stomach. She sighed and tilted her head back, giving in to sensation. He guided her backward toward to coffee table and she sat down. He unbuttoned her jeans and she propped herself up while he pulled them down slowly. She leaned back on her hands and looked down at him, watching him kiss down her belly. He placed one hand gently on each of her fair little thighs and slowly pushed her legs open, looking at her. She was neatly shaved and had a small patch of soft hair, just above where she opened. He kissed the patch of hair first, then kissed her where she was warm and wet. His mouth opened and his tongue flicked gently against her. He pressed his face into her, kissing softly. He pushed his finger smoothly into her, and he could feel her muscles tightly contracting around it. He kissed more passionately. She was warm and tasted good. Anna leaned back, relishing the feeling. Her stomach was fluttery and she felt hot between her legs. She could feel Rich's goatee, his tongue, soft and warm, pushing against her. She was getting so close, she began to tremble. The orgasm came in waves, crashing through her. She ran her fingers through his hair in the end, one leg involuntarily straightening at the knee, legs spread wide for Rich. Sweet Rich. He stood up when he finished, but she stayed sitting on the coffee table. She took him by the belt buckle, she saw his jeans tented with his erection. She freed him from his jeans and had him in her mouth before his pants were pushed all the way to the floor. She looked up at him as she took him in and out of her mouth, sucking gently and pressing her tongue flat against him, moving it side to side as she sucked, up and down. He ran his hand through her hair, used his hand to guide her speed. She cupped what wasn't in her mouth in her hand and squeezed very lightly. When he told her to stop, she stopped and turned her head to the side, letting her penis rest on her cheek so she could suck and kiss the rest of him. He pulled her up to stand against him, kissing her lips, her neck, breathing heavily. His movements became more passionate, more urgent. He picked her up easily and took her to the arm of the couch. He sat her on the arm on the couch and she opened her legs to him, wrapping them around him. He looked in her eyes as he entered her slowly, pulling her hips toward him, getting deep inside her, his penis kissing the end of her passage. She leaned back and moaned deeply. God, it felt good. He was big, stretching her with his smooth thrusts. She felt hot and wet. They kissed, lips, necks, shoulders. His hands were all over her, down her belly, up her back. Her hands pulled his hips, guiding him. She pushed his shoulders back after a couple minutes, and together they watched him entering her, watched him move smoothly in and out. She pushed his hips back and he pulled out of her. She stood and bent over the couch, reaching down in between her legs to find him and guide him in. As he took her from behind, he ran his hands down her back, around to her breasts. She leaned back toward him and stood up straight, her hair falling all the way down her back and brushing the part of him that was exposed when he pulled out for another thrust. He bent his knees, keeping the fluid motion until he could barely stand it, then pulled out of her again. He turned her around and kissed her, picked her up and carried her to the pool table. He sat her down on it, and she leaned in to kiss him, but he pushed her back until she laid down. He hopped up onto the pool table himself, and supported himself over her. She looked up at him, smiling, open for him again. She was so pretty. He ran his hand gently down her belly, then took himself in his hand and pushed his penis against her. "Take me. Hard." She whispered into his neck. He plunged into her with one hard thrust. He pushed down into her, deep inside her, warm and tight. She lifted her legs and crossed them, he held them over her shoulder to drive even more deeply into her. She moaned and threw her head back, she raked her fingers down his back in the final throes, waves of pleasure crashing over her as they came mutually, him so warm, filling her up. They laid on the pool table for a while afterward, kissing, talking, laughing. It was as natural as if they'd been loving each other for years. So much for getting picked up by my father, Anna thought to herself as Rich dropped her off the next morning at the lab so she could get her own car. Wonder what the strangers across the street would think of that? Picture Perfect Ana loved the way the sun shone at this time in the afternoon. The way it pierced through the trees, throwing shadows on the sand. It made her feel happy to be alive. She looked at people leaving the beach to go home, watching as the women pulled dresses and tops over their swimmers before going. She found it interesting how couples behaved together and could always tell which couples were still having sex and which ones weren't. She was looking and waiting for someone who could take some pictures of her with the camera she had brought. After a while Ana got up and stretched her toned, tanned body before picking up her camera and walking towards a nice tanned and toned man. He was checking her out as she walked, his eyes dropping to appreciate her shapely legs as they moved swiftly through the sand. He liked what he saw, as was evident in his eyes and smile when she got close enough to see. They introduced each other and he said his name was Chad. Briefly Ana explained what she wanted in the way of photos and he agreed to be her photographer for as long as she needed him. Ana was glad that he was such a good sport about it and he didn't even flinch when she told him she would have her clothes off for most of the shots. Since the beach was not totally deserted yet, they decided to take a few preliminary pictures of Ana in her black, string bikini top and cut off denim shorts. Chad told Ana to go and stand next to the nearby palm tree so he could adjust the camera settings. He watched her ass as she turned and walked away towards the tree. Fuck! Her ass looked unreal in those short shorts. Kylie M. in her golden hot pants didn't ever stir him up like this... When she stopped and turned around, she took one look at his face and knew just where he had been looking. She smiled and gave him a knowing look. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, as though to clear his mind for the task ahead. He lined up the camera and fiddled with the settings till he was happy with them. Then he told Ana to fold her arms at the front, just under her chest so her tits were visible, while leaning back against the tree. Front-on, this looked great and was a good start. She looked amazingly relaxed and sexy with her dark hair out, fanning around her face and shoulders. He made her shake all her hair back so that her shoulders were on display. They were the nicest shoulders, strong and broad, not as pronounced as a swimmer's, but well-defined, and toned like someone who worked out. He felt like standing in front of her and holding onto her upper arms just so he could feel the lower part of her shoulders to test how firm they really were....God, he was having trouble concentrating. Next he got her to do the same pose but from the side with her face turned towards the camera. He got her to drop her arms down to her sides. The sight of her upper body tapering down to her toned waist was very distracting....The outline of her breasts...the hint of a ribcage...that area around her navel...it was too much for him and he felt himself harden. He didn't trust his gaze to wander any lower but he knew she was just as spectacular everywhere else... Against his every instinct, he instructed her to open the zipper of her shorts.... She did as he asked, noticing the obvious bulge in his shorts as she completed the task. Ana was turned on now. Her eyes became even sexier, darker and more suggestive and inviting. Chad was beginning to wonder if he would get through this experience without losing total control and all of his dignity. He made her turn her upper body towards the camera as well and took some shots like that. He knew that this was going to be dangerous but he asked Ana to turn her back to the camera with just a side view of her face. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, amazed at how her mass of wavy dark brown hair turned him on. He now had a full erection and had forgotten to give a damn about it. Besides, everybody had left the beach now, except for a few surfers still catching some waves. Chad finally gave in to the urge and looked down at her ass. He groaned loudly as his eyes connected with the sight of her shorts, having ridden up higher, exposing the lower cheeks and disappearing between the soft, smooth skin of the inside of her thighs. His tongue was wet with the drool that was threatening to come dribbling out of his mouth. How he ached to use his wet tongue all over her beautiful smooth body.... Two surfers were coming out of the water and walking up the beach towards Ana and Chad. They were both bronzed and beautiful with rippling muscles and cheeky smiles. They could see what was going on as was evident in the way their eyes darted from Ana's near naked ass, to Chad's obvious enjoyment of it. Chad smiled at their curiosity and then an idea came into his head. He thought about these two good-looking men having some shots done together with Ana....He looked at Ana and saw that she was already having the same idea...The look of lust in her eyes was evidence that she found them both acceptable. Chad gave her a questioning look and she nodded her approval. The two surfers looked surprised to be asked for their participation but both agreed without hesitation. They went to shrug out of their wet suits but Chad told them to leave them on at first. They moved over to Ana and introduced themselves to her. Ana shook their hands, obviously excited by their strength and overpowering masculinity. Chad made them move in as close to Ana as they could and instructed them to get on either side of her. He made one put his hands on her hips and the other put his hands on her ass. Chad couldn't believe how much this was turning him on. He took several pictures but felt the need to take it to another level. He got them to take off Ana's bikini top...slowly and sensuously, looking at her all the while. Ana loved the attention from the two of them and Chad behind the camera and she played up for them. She looked at the men and smiled in the most unbelievably sexual way. Chad got a little bit worried when he started noticing their arousal at her uninhibited manner. She was one hell of a seductress! Ana didn't slow down at all when the four hands began roaming all over her now naked upper body. Chad snapped away, trying to keep his hands as steady as possible. Now he got them to expose the upper half of their bodies, knowing first hand what a surfer's chest looked like and wishing he could trade places with one of them. Then he could be the one to run his hands over Ana's amazing perfect tits....He brought his attention back to the reality of the situation and did what he had agreed to do...take pics. He realized that he did not have to give the two guys any verbal instructions anymore. They seemed to be doing everything he wanted without needing to be asked. They stroked Ana gently and paused in different stages of making love to her. They took her shorts off and turned her gorgeous ass towards the camera so that there were shots of her ass in a bikini string thong with hands in and out of the picture. They tugged at her nipples and pinched them, delighting in the way she enjoyed everything they did to her. One stood behind her with her crushed against his front, both looking straight at the camera. Chad knew that it was time they stripped off the wet suits. They were not wearing anything underneath, much to Ana's delight. She practically drooled and almost fainted when she saw the size of both their cocks. Chad could even have sworn that he saw a quick flicker of fear cross her face, but it was gone again in an instant as she regained her composure. This was more than she had ever imagined would happen. She was getting more than she had bargained for. Once again Ana was in that position with her back to one naked surfer but this time there was the head of his cock poking out between her legs. Chad nearly completely lost it as he watched the big cock head brushing against the bottom of Ana's still covered pussy. He snapped a few shots but wanted more. He asked for the g-string to be pulled aside, exposing Ana's soft, smooth pussy lips. He had a momentary coughing fit as his eyes connected with the sight of her shaved cunt and just the tiniest hint of something moist, peeking out between her lips. Chad did not know how much more of this he could take. It was like the horniest striptease he had ever witnessed and it was all so close, he felt as if he could just reach out and touch everything. He was rock hard and close to cumming. He would cum if he did not get a grip rather quickly. Finally Chad put the camera down and pulled his long, hard cock out of his pants. Ana took several seconds to tear her eyes away from the other two cocks and then stared at Chad's heavily veined cock. Saliva gathered in her mouth and her pussy grew so wet she could feel bubbles of pussy juice start wetting the inside of her thighs. Ana dropped to her knees and took Chad's cock into both her hands while opening her mouth to let the head of it slide inside. Her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure as she continued to guide his entire length inside her hot, hungry wet mouth. She moaned a deep long growling sound from somewhere in her chest. Suddenly four hands reached out to touch her. She hardly noticed because the cock in her mouth was so smooth and silky as she slid it in and out....She didn't even notice that Chad was so weak in the knees he lowered himself down to the sand. Ana's head went down with him until her upper body was lower than her hips, exposing her wet pussy and ass. Then Chad leaned back to watch Ana work his cock with her mouth. He kept going back until he was lying in the sand on his back. The other two guys grabbed a hold of Ana's waist and thighs and lifted her up to pull her around till her pussy was over the top of Chad's mouth. Now Ana was in a 69 with Chad and one guy was licking her ass with a very strong tongue while Chad ate her pussy and teased her clit. The other guy was around by Ana's head, offering her his lovely long cock to suck as well. Ana was in heaven...She loved having her ass licked and now she was also being teased towards an orgasm by the tongue in her pussy while she sucked on two cocks. Suddenly her orgasm hit with full force and her hips bucked! Four strong hands held her down and forced her to let them continue tongue-fucking her ass and pussy while her orgasm continued. She was so surprised at this that she momentarily stopped sucking cock to let out high pitched whines of agony. Her orgasm did not subside...it continued on and on with no easing of intense sensations. Chad's tongue flicking over her sensitive clit was driving her insane and she was shaking so violently that she didn't even protest when a big cock was shoved down her throat.... Further and further down her throat went the cock...all the way deep into her throat...pushing past all resistance and almost causing her to choke. She could hardly breathe and started to feel panic rising in her until the cock eased out for a second to let her take a quick breath and then forced its way back deep into her throat. Ana's eyes were watering and now she felt a finger sliding into her asshole. Chad couldn't believe how lucky he was to be sucking on Ana's engorged clit while he watched a finger sliding in and out of her asshole. Chad could feel Ana's tits rubbing either side of his cock as she moved back and forth to suck on the cock in her mouth and enjoy the finger fucking her asshole. He didn't mind that it wasn't his cock she was sucking on because it all felt so delicious! He had a birds-eye view of all the action and it wasn't just through a tiny camera lens anymore. He stretched out his tongue to touch Ana's clit, flicking it hard over the surface of it over and over till he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. Ana could feel what was about to happen but she let out a loud squeal of surprise as she felt a huge cock invade her ass. Chad's eyes flew open just in time to see the cock head disappear inside Ana's well prepared hole. He got so excited that he reached up to pull her ass cheeks further apart and felt ready to explode at the sight of Ana getting her ass reamed by such a huge cock. It was now inside her all the way and Chad could only see two smooth firm balls right above him. He didn't care what anyone would think and started licking the bottom of the balls as they came close enough...while continuing to tease Ana's clit. Ana did not take long to get used to the thick pulsing cock stretching her asshole out. Now she was moaning with pleasure as the cock slid in and out of her ass and the tongue flicked over her clit. Sometimes Chad sucked on one of her pussy lips and pulled it down, stretching it with the force of his sucking mouth. Ana wrapped her mouth around Chad's cock and sucked hard on the end of it. It didn't take long for him to feel the familiar ache and get ready to blow his load. Ana felt him stiffen and then prepared herself to swallow a lot of cum. When it came there was so much force that it seemed to shoot at the back of Ana's throat. She swallowed some but kept some in her mouth and scooped some into her hand. Ana used the cum in her hands to rub all over the other guy's cock and told him with her eyes to get around the back of her. He went and then she felt the cock in her ass pull out, only to be replaced with the new cum-covered one. Chad could tell how much this turned Ana on and he could now smell his cum on the cock that was pounding her ass. He loved the sight of the cock as it slipped in and out of the now well-fucked hole between the two cheeks he still held apart. It was fucking unbelievable to watch. He could still taste Ana's cum in his mouth and now some of his own as it dripped down from her. Ana knew what she really wanted most of all and she instructed the other guy to lie down next to Chad but facing the opposite direction. Now she quickly climbed on top of him, burying his cock in her soaked pussy. Then the other cock continued fucking Ana's ass at a slightly slower pace and Chad got to watch Ana get fucked in both holes at the same time. He scrambled to get the camera. There was just enough daylight left to offer natural illumination and he took several shots from different angles. Then he went around to Ana's head and grabbed a fistful of her hair while pushing his now hard again cock into her mouth. Ana felt she really was in heaven. She had a cock in her pussy and a cock up her ass and another cock inside her mouth. At that moment she was so glad to be a woman and felt incredibly satisfied. As everyone was nearing orgasm Ana jumped as a hand smacked her ass and thigh really hard. Again and again she felt her ass get whacked but it only added to her state of extreme arousal. Ana exploded as another orgasm ripped her entire body. Then the two cocks pulled out of her, along with the one from her mouth. Ana stayed on her knees while the three men stood up and began stroking their hard, wet, shiny cocks. They were all enjoying the memories of the past hour or more as they watched Ana playing with her nipples. They all watched her till the first spurts of cum flew through the air at her. Chad reached for the camera. Picture Perfect My wife Teri never ceases to turn me on. All I have to do is look at her and I get an instant woody, especially when she's in her nightshirt. I have always been a tit man. Teri's D cups are not only the beautiful work of Mother Nature, but are also of porn star quality, so naturally she had me at "Hello." And her large nipples are "ON" all the time. Due to her conservative sexuality, she wears padded bras every day in order to contain them. While she loves to come while riding my cock and having me suck those amazing nipples, it takes a lot to get her going. We have watched porn together; she loves to watch a nice stiff cock move in and out of a juicy pussy but will not watch girl on girl action. She would never go for a threesome of any kind. We have purchased games to play, we have oils and toys to enjoy but I can't get her to talk dirty unless she is ultra horny. That doesn't happen very often. We are currently separated and trying to put our relationship back together. She is getting really good at phone sex but my fertile mind and dirty talk is the driver for our mutual orgasms. I am a horny bastard with a creative mind and a love of pussy, to suck and fuck. She has done some photography work for friends and high school seniors, and absolutely nothing risqué since she always shot on film and wouldn't know how to get it developed. We recently purchased a 35mm digital camera, and since then she has only taken glamour shots of kids for modeling gigs and our children. Then I came home from work one day and she mentioned that one of her friends had referred someone to her who wanted some work done. Renee, the woman who was seeking Teri's services, was starting a modeling career and wanted some shots for her portfolio. Renee was going to bring multiple outfits for the shoot, which is standard to Teri's clients, and everything was set. I have never watched my wife do one of her client shoots, so I was a little excited to see a strange car in front of our house as I got home that day. As I entered through the front door I was surprised to see that although there were signs of a shoot, no photographs were being taken in her front room studio. About that time I heard serious moaning coming from our bedroom. Teri's voice followed soon after. "Oh my God, that is so fucking hot!" It was followed by a foreign voice panting "I need a cock! And I need it now!!!" Not wanting to barge in on who knows what, I called my wife's cell phone. "I'm working!" she answered. "I'm home," I said. She then said the magic words: "Get your ass in here!" I slowly opened our bedroom door and what I found behind that door made me rock hard in less than a second. On our king-sized bed was a naked African-American woman, eyes closed, playing my wife's pink rabbit vibrator across the nipples that capped her massive brown tits. Scanning down her body I soon found her shaved pussy and its glistening pinkness. When I finally looked at Teri, her nipples were poking through her industrial strength bra and I noticed a wet spot in the crotch of her jeans. The smell of horny woman was everywhere. I had never seen Teri more ready to fuck. I heard the vibrator move, and turned back to the bed in time to see it find a new home in Renee's wet snatch. She had the beads moving at a slow speed and slowly plunged the vibrator in fully. The rabbit fluttered on her clit and she raised her hips off the bed, moaning in orgasm. Teri was busy clicking off picture after picture. I stood there amazed, afraid to move and wake myself from this dream. As Renee's moans died down she opened her eyes, smiled and said "Good, husband is finally home. Teri tells me that you love eating pussy and would love to wet your dick in some hot black pussy while she takes pictures. Get busy motherfucker! I'm going to wear your ass out!" Rather than question why this goddess knew my eating preferences and one of my A-list fantasies that Teri never thought of granting, I looked quizzically at my horny wife. "You heard the bitch. Get naked and get that fucking tongue of yours busy in her black pussy! And if you do a good job, you are going to be the luckiest bastard in the world today!" she said. I was confused, as Teri has repeatedly said that she is not interested in a threesome or letting me fuck anyone other than her. As if she was reading my mind, which should have come as no surprise to me she said "Go ahead! And you better be ready to fuck me when she's had enough!" I quickly took my shirt and pants off, kneeling at the side of the bed. Renee swung her legs around, took my head in her hands and said, "Lick me white boy! And don't stop until I tell you to!" Still not having said another word, I pulled her lips apart and went straight for her clit with some major tongue action. Renee stuffed my head further into her pussy and groaned loudly. "Oh, yeah! Lick me motherfucker! You are so gooood. Teri, are you getting this? Yes! Fuck me with that tongue!" The sound of several clicks told me that Teri was indeed capturing the assault of this hot black pussy by my pink tongue for our future enjoyment. I then licked around Renee's extended inner lips several times and caught a piece of her clit on every circle I made. When I looked up, Renee had her tits in her hands, pinching the hell out of her magnificent nipples. I finally had to go for the gold, and moved two fingers into the hot pussy in front of me while humming directly on her clit. Renee's G-spot was right where I expected, and as I massaged it she again lifted her hips from the bed. While rubbing her soft spot with my fingers, I stayed focused on her clit. Renee yelled, "Oh shit! Oh, shit! Here it comes!!!!" and a stream of clear liquid erupted from her slit as she screamed in orgasm. Again, the sound of clicks filled my ears. I continued the two phase action on the pussy in front of me as warm liquid bathed my face. After what seemed like an eternity, Renee pushed my face away from her hot pussy. "You need to stop - I can't take anymore," she panted. "That was fucking awesome. I have never squirted before. Damn Teri, you said he was good but fuck me! He is going to eat me again girl, and you ain't gonna stop him." At this point, Teri said "You nasty bastard!" Where did you learn that?" I said, "I read a lot of educational dirty websites and have learned a lot you don't let me practice on you. Are you interested in drenching my face, too?" "Not right now; I can't take anymore. I need your fat cock in my pussy," she confessed. "I've never been so wet before. I need to ride you NOW!" I stood up and chucked off my shorts, my dick rock hard and dripping. I walked over to my wife and quickly removed her shirt and bra, revealing her tanned D cups with nipples fully on. I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth. She grabbed the back of my head and jammed her tit into my mouth. I pushed back and attacked the left nipple with the same enthusiasm. She reached down and opened her jeans. I pushed them and her panties down her legs at once, and there was her tanned shaved pussy, open and shiny with Teri juice. I couldn't resist. I had to have a taste. I stuck out my tongue, started at the bottom of her slit and slowly moved up between her lips. Her legs trembled as I approached her clit, also at never before seen stiffness. I touched my tongue to her clit and she pushed my head away. "No you don't, fucker. That cock is going there NOW!" she said. My fertile, greedy, sexually creative mind then decided to take control. I saw opportunity knocking, and I was about to bust the door wide open. "Renee, move your ass off the bed. If you are up for it, I am going to taste your hot pussy as Teri fucks my lucky dick! What do you say, bitch?" As if my wish were their command, I lay down and the ladies took their spots. Teri slowly lowered her pussy onto my cock and it felt hotter and wetter than it ever had before. Renee then threw her leg over my head while facing Teri, and her pink pussy lips lingered over my face, framed by her shaved black outer lips. God, just give me the next two hours and you can call me to heaven! As Renee lowered those swollen lips to mine, I heard Teri say "Oh fuck, that feels so good. You can keep doing that! She always says that when my dick is fully inside her. The shocker was the next sentence out of her mouth. "Suck my nipples you hot bitch. You owe me anyway for letting Charlie suck your pussy! You just might have to pay me back even more later!" Teri, telling another woman to suck her tits and pay her back even more later? What? No way. WAAAAAY! Teri went nuts riding my cock and had a huge orgasm while having her nipples sucked by Renee. Post-orgasm, Teri's tits get so sensitive that she cannot bear to have them touched. She pushed Renee away and got off my dick. "I'm going to need more of that shit, but not right now," she said, and she picked up her camera again. At that point, Renee leaned forward and took my cock fully into her mouth. Teri clicked away as this brown goddess sucked me off. I didn't let up on her pussy and had her bouncing on my face as she sucked me. Teri then told her, "Make him come so I can get the orgasm shot! He'll stay hard after he comes and then you can ride that magnificent cock yourself!" Are you fucking kidding me? Renee took my cock fully into her throat and I came in about five seconds. I've never come so hard or so much, and Renee let it drip out of her mouth back onto my already slippery dick. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Renee kept sucking my dick until she was sure it would stay hard. Reluctantly, she lifted her glorious thighs off of my face and in fulfillment of one of my favorite fantasies she placed her hot and juicy slit over my cock. Teri said, "Go slow. I want to get plenty of pictures of that white cock fucking your hot black pussy!" And that was exactly what Renee did, moving slowly down my cock until her pussy lips met my pubic bone. Renee then ground her pussy around my cock and moaned, "Fill me up Charlie! Renee likes your bald cock in her hot pussy!" I then gave her hard strokes as fast as I could fuck her and she fell on top of me, moaning as another orgasm hit her. She lifted herself back up and said, "I'm not your wife, and I like it hard and fast. Keeping fucking me! Make me come again, Charlie!" Not only did I keep fucking her hot snatch, I also reached up and played with her big jugs like I love to do with Teri's. Teri clicked away and moaned, knowing the feeling of my large hands firmly massaging two massive tits. Renee added her hands to the back of mine and just smiled. "You like these black titties, huh?" To show her how much, I pulled her down so that her nipples were just above my mouth. I extended my tongue and lightly licked her nipples, first one and then the other. Renee groaned. "Oh fuck. Teri, this boy had some mouth on him. And you've been keeping it all for yourself?" Teri said, "Damn right! He's the best I ever had sucking on my big fucking nipples. I can't wait to see these pictures. You two are so fucking hot! Hey Charlie, let me get a picture of both of those fuckers in your mouth at the same time." God, I love that woman! I love making both of her nipples touch and taking them into my mouth, and I was in no position to disobey. I pushed Renee's slick tits together so that her nipples were touching, and then assaulted them with my tongue. I then applied gentle sucking action and rolled them around my mouth. That caused Renee to bounce up and down on the hardest boner of my life. She moaned, groaned, and screamed as she came again drenching my cock with her juices. Renee reluctantly climbed off of me. "OK, I've had enough fun for now. Teri, let your man fuck you until he comes and I will get some pictures of the two of you." Teri wasted no time climbing on again, riding my lucky cock a second time. Her tits had plenty of time to recover, and I went right for those nipples I love so much. I told Renee to watch as I took Teri's tits and pushed them together as I had hers, and took them both into my mouth at the same time. Renee groaned in envy and clicked the camera several times. I grabbed onto Teri's ass as she rode my cock. Renee kept clicking away as we fucked. Teri then leaned down, pressing her tits into my chest and whispered into my ear, "Make me come again and we can do this again next week!" With that, I rapidly fucked into her pussy and put her over the edge again. She rode it out and we French kissed as if we were alone. Renee broke the silence by saying, "OK big boy. You need to come again, and I have just the idea!" Teri got off of my cock and Renee enveloped it with her massive tits. "Fuck yea! Fuck me with those huge tits Renee!" She moved her tits up and down my cock, and yes, Teri caught it all on memory card. I exploded between those dark beauties, and in the final surprise of this day, Teri licked my come from between Renee's tits, let some of it dribble down onto her tits, and then hugged Renee, mashing their huge jugs together as they tongue kissed each other. I got plenty of pictures of that final scene! Picture Perfect . . . my fingers stumble over the keys; they are hesitant and stuttering as they start to write this story. With the password entered the webmail page loaded and I immediately saw that I had one new e-mail. Was it the one that I was expecting? I took a deep breath and opened it. I half read ahead and I had already seen the words "touch yourself" before I started properly from the beginning. She had given me access to some photographs of herself on the web and if I liked them I was to touch myself. My heart pounded and I was breathing deep. I felt my penis harden beneath my jeans and I realized I was gently pinching my nipple through my shirt. I dropped my hand and quickly looked around the office. No one was near me so I slowly reread the e-mail. "there are two pictures of me. I hope you like them and if the effect is what I hope I want you to touch yourself. This is a bit naughty . . ." That I surmised was a lady's way of telling me to masturbate. My cock stiffened even more and I stroked my left hand along its shaft through my jeans. I smiled to myself and wondered what she would say or do if she knew that I had on a few occasions already imagined her performing sexual acts whilst I had masturbated to orgasm in the shower. Oh well, she would never find that out. I closed the e-mail and logged out of the webmail site. I couldn't risk accessing the photographs in the office. I would have to wait until I was in the privacy of my own home. And there I would not just brush my penis through my jeans but actually strip off and stroke it, squeeze my balls and slide my cock encasing fist ever faster until orgasm whilst looking at her naked photographs. After getting home, cooking dinner, taking care of some business and making a few phone calls I retreated to the study and flicked on the computer. After registering for the site and pasting in the url she had given me the page loaded and two picture thumbnails appeared on the screen. I eagerly clicked on the first and her naked body filled my screen. I slumped back in my chair and eyed her graceful poise. Standing face forward, erect as a Greek goddess, head thrown back as if in ecstasy. My eyes were drawn to her beautiful erect left nipple and then down to her thighs with just a hint of her pubic area hidden in dark shadow. My penis was semi erect in my trousers. I flicked to the next image and caught my breath as it opened. On her knees with legs spread, hair down and slightly leaning back. The fantastically erect nipple was now in profile and it jutted out like a chocolate dolly mixture waiting to be licked, kissed and sucked. I quickly downloaded high resolution versions and opened them up in some viewing software that allowed a hands free slideshow between the two images. Again I slumped back in my chair and watched as the two pictures rotated every few seconds. By now my jeans were fully unbuttoned and pulled wide apart. I slipped my underwear over my now hard cock and pushed the elasticized hem down so that the waistline went under my scrotum with my balls resting on top. With my right hand I started to softly trace my fingertip from my thigh across the top of my leg, slowly, slowly over my balls and then up the length of my stiff penis all the while looking at her photographs. I was wet with precum at the end and I traced my finger across the wetness and circled it around the end of my cock. My mind raced as I began to fantasize; her nipple hard in my mouth, then my head between her thighs, I was masturbating hard now and as I reached a peak of ecstasy my stream of consciousness flowed free. My brain boiled as I started to orgasm, my right hand now in slow motion, pumping my throbbing cock as my left hand held my balls. In my mind I was kneeling naked at her feet, masturbating for her pleasure, her hand caressing my cheek as I licked and kissed her hand. I saw flashing lights in my closed eyes as my cum oozed and spat out in ever smaller spurts over my stomach and I sat quite still, almost exhausted and empty of any meaningful thought. I cleaned up, shut the computer down and went and showered. Freshened up I wanted to take one more look before going to sleep. I slipped on my dressing gown and went back to the study. Within minutes I had the images again in front of my eyes. Almost unaware I massaged my semi erect penis through the cotton gown as my mind swam on a lake of possibilities; I felt my mind finally succumb to my darkest desires. I surrendered myself to them; I felt that I needed to be naked. I quickly slipped my dressing gown off and then fell to my knees in front of the monitor. My cocked bobbed free from my grasp as I quickly grabbed the mouse and stopped the slideshow on her kneeling image. I placed my right hand on my thigh and used my left hand to gently stroke my right nipple and then squeeze it gently. In my sexually aroused imagination I was supine beneath her as she knelt over my face and offered herself to my eager mouth and lapping tongue. I aggressively grabbed my swollen cock with my right hand and dropped my left hand down to roughly massage my balls. I encircled my scrotum with my extended index finger and thumb and squeezed my balls into my sack and enclosed them tightly. In a few swift, hard strokes from my right hand I was in raptures. I now began to pump myself even harder, almost painfully. I closed my eyes and she was there riding my mouth; I sucked hard whilst probing my tongue for her clitoris, her sex soaking my face. I peaked with a low moan, my balls broke free from their captured state as a short spurt of cum shot out into the air and the blood roared in my ears, another tight hard pump on my cock produced another spasm in my balls and an ooze of spunk onto the head of my cock. One last slower pump produced a mere dribble of semen that slowly rolled down my fingers still clenched firmly around my penis. I let my deeply held breath go and released my sticky fingers. I replied to the e-mail that night. I wrote that I thought her photographs were lovely and ended by saying that "I was a bit naughty". Later the next day I had an alert that my private e-mail account had a mail. I logged in and read her reply. "So you have been naughty? I might have to spank you for that ;-) I want you to tell me exactly what you did". I felt my penis stiffen again. I closed the mail and tried to get back to my work. Later that evening I read the e-mail again, looked at her photographs, resisted the urge to repeat another session of masturbation . . . my fingers stumbled over the keys; they were hesitant and stuttering and started to write this story.