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Garwyli 01

By: Beatnic_jazzman



I drove up the track, worrying for the hundredth time about the state of it, the winter frosts had eroded great tracts of it, making the suspension work hard, I thought again of asking Da to arrange for a lorry load of tarmac and a couple of men to sort it. 

I was glad the skies had cleared. I could rescue part of my scheduled work at least, there were two sets of comparison shots I wanted to complete, half an hour shutter time each. I also had the next set of three to start.

There, round the final corner was my converted barn, the telescope and its little dome sitting like a bubble of the roof. I left the motor running while I opened the big doors to drive inside, I'd got a mattress in the back to lay on while I worked on my book in the down time.

Inside, I climbed to the loft and fired up my the computer and the various monitors, sitting back while it booted, instead of the book I was working on my thesis, a critique of the relative merits of sections of the penal code of differing nations, the British model and it's Canadian derivative against the American system.

The raw statistics of the number of offences had almost overwhelmed me at first but I now had ten manageable subsections and the variables coded. 

I heard the motors die as the scope locked in position, and with a few fine adjustments I paired the marker star and was ready for the first long exposure. I pressed the button and stood, heading back down to the van for the first coffee of many.



Garwyli 01



Glynda tossed her a dressing gown, which she put on as she came to look at the laptop. I'd use the time they were distracted to put my hand in my pocket and squeeze my cock up into my waistband. Hopefully making it less obvious.

I brought the pictures up onscreen, setting them up as a slideshow before stepping back and letting them take the front row.

"Any you don't like we can throw out, or better still, you chose which you want to use." I commented.

"I'll put them up on the monitor for you when we get home," I continued. "And now, can I ask you to do me a favour and pose for some artistic ones?"

"What like?"

"Using light and shadow, contorting and folding the body, making it like a shape, an abstract," I explained. Much like the pictures in one of the first book of nudes I'd found in the art section of the library, I was too young to book it out, but I always snuck away to browse through it when I visited. 

It had an imprint of my image of the words nude photography, the artistic plates in the book had left me with a lasting impression, I know it was cheating a little bit but I'd always wanted to try my hand at copying them, and this was an opportunity unlikely to come again. Call it my contribution to the pot.

She let me shoot them, again letting me position her, both verbally and physically this time. Fine tuning her body till it looked right.

Then as she dressed I packed up the equipment, they were dressed and gone, back to the farmhouse to wait for me before I finished. I wasn't long after them, me Mam had let them in and they were upstairs already. It didn't take long till we were watching the slide show on the monitor. 

I had about seventy shots of the first performance, there were some that were near duplicates but very few were uncomplimentary, she'd come across as bouncy, vivacious, she held her body well, flattering her figure and curves. Her rounded breasts looking natural and firm, though her soft nipples could do with being more perky,.

We settled on fifty five, I pulled a few shots that I thought were bad and Bri and Glynda ditched the rest.

Then I had the shoot that I did. Me, I was pleased, Bri thought they were ok if you wanted to be an artist's model. Glynda agreed that they were too artistic for the sound of the advert. At least they found some merit in them.

I burnt a disc for them while Glynda went into the adjoining bedroom, my unofficial study room strewn with documents I was referencing, and made coffee for us.

I was relieved that it had gone well. Yes, it was saying goodbye to Glynda again, for a brief moment the windows of our lives had looked in on one another, but much as I wanted to be with her I couldn't still the ghosts in our past.

After they'd finished their coffee, and with two copies of the disc, they left. I brought up the images of Bri again, her erotic sexiness swelling my cock and reminding me what it was for, putting me in the mood for my first masturbation in months

My life returned to normal as my everyday routines re-established themselves, even me mam had stopped her gently probing into my meeting with Bri and Glyn, fortunately she was out when I had the next visit from Bri. 

She explained herself as I manovered her up to my bedroom

"They liked the shots," she said, letting it come out in a rush. "But they want me to be more sexy, to expose myself more. I don't want Glynda to know, she still thinks of me as a schoolgirl. Could we do it in the afternoons ...."

"Wait, slow down, what more sexy shots?"

"Oh." She brought out a packet. 

"Like these." She said, handing them over.

I opened it, there were three different sets, or rather selections from sets, 10 from each. I thumbed through them, Bri looking on as I saw the extent, there were close ups of genitals. I'd hidden the hanging lobes of her pussy lips when I'd shot her, now they want to see it all and she was willing.

Well if she was as eager as she seemed then yes, I'd gone this far and she had no one else to turn to, I felt I kinda owed it to her. The creative bent in me was eager for the challenge and the experience.

"Ok," I agreed. "And you're gonna keep this a secret?"

"Well, I'll tell her when I have the money in my hand, my money in my hand. She'll see the sense in it then, forgive me if it's a bit too far."

Ok, honesty delayed was fine to build an effective case, it wasn't secret forever.

"Ok, it's Wednesday today, I've got to go up to uni tomorrow, and talk with my mentor. I'm staying overnight couching it with some friends, how about on a Monday? That suit you?" 

"Yes, that's fine, but you'll have to come and collect me, this is mum's car and she'll be using it."

That was going to help keep the secret I thought, well maybe if her mum was out.

"That's ok, what time?"

"Say, around one?"

"Yep, that's easy for me."

And the matter was settled, I did wonder though, did the hypnosis convincing her she was a model push her this extra inch. 

I tried to put the matter aside, but the thought of her kept me wondering where this was all going. A strange detour on life's road.

Monday came, on Friday she had text me she had the costumes, and could she do one outdoors, like the one in the second set. I vaguely remember that it was set at the edge of the wood, we could probable do that in that little copse in the corner of the next field.

The next was in a garden, up against a wall, the back of the barn was ok for that. For the third, it had been shot against a white backdrop. Well, in uni Sion had once mentioned he had a roll of green screen, some wallpaper thing that never worked out. I could use that and put anything there.

I had it all set up, while I was driving to collect her I ran all the elements through my mind. I was a little excited at the prospect of seeing her nude again, I'd been thinking of it more and more over the weekend, some of the guys I knew would kill for an opportunity being handed me on a plate.

I stopped a half mile short and phoned her, telling her to be ready as I'd be there in less than a minute, thirty seconds later I was stopping outside her front door.

She came out as I stopped; she glanced either way before favouring me with a little conspiratorial smile before she rushed to the door, clambering in with her overnight bag and waving me to go.

"Okay, got everything?" 

"Yes, let's go already, before the neighbours notice."

As I drove away she relaxed.

"I've got a sexy fishnet bodystocking on underneath, I've got the shear midi nightdress in the bag and the basque set as well," she told me.

I told her about the three locations I had in mind, we talked on till we met the lane to the observatory, for the final few minutes she let the silence stretch, monosyllabic sounds greeted my attempts to break it.

I let us in and she stood looking around, walking to the end where I had set up the green screen.

"Shall we start with the bodystocking one first," she said. 

She looked at the green backdrop I had created. "That green's a nice colour, I like that."

Then she continued. "The bodystocking one, then the basque by the wall and then nightdress in the woods."

Spelt out like that it seemed longer than I'd imagined, we might have to give the woods a miss if time grew short. I had things to catch up on, updating my blog being one of them, I'd bookmarked a good few items this morning that I wanted to comment on.

She went and sat on one of the straw bales. I'd laid the paper over in the corner, on top of the Axminster carpet, to shield her from the otherwise bare concrete floor. On top of it were the hay bales, concealed by the coverlet.

"Garry?"

"Yes."

"Make me feel sexy, take your clothes off so I can see you getting turned on by me, I want to see your prick coming to attention for me, Glynda says you've got a big one, let me see how much I turn you on." She implored me, giving me a mischievous smile and using that little girl voice that can turn men's will to jelly.

For a moment I stood stunned, challenging my hearing and running her words through my head again.

"Please Gar," she pleaded. "If I'm stripping naked it's only fair that you do."

Stripping off in front of her didn't bother me much, I'd undressed in front of plenty of women to fuck them but being naked when I couldn't fuck her seemed a little bit kinky to me.

"Please, it'll help me," she said more plaintively.

What had I to lose, I knew I was going to get a boner, it would be far more comfortable to let it swing free instead of being cramped inside the tight boxers I'd put on to hide it as much as possible, it just felt odd doing it in these circumstances.

She looked at me making a puppy eyes face at me that won me over.

I crossed my arms on my sweater. "You're sure?"

"Yes, it'll help me feel sexy if I focus on that, if it's as good as Glynda says."

My sweater was off; I unbuckled and unzipped, then bent and freed my feet of the shoes and jeans. She was looking at the swelling of my eight inches just bulging under my shorts. I wriggled out of them, letting my tool stand upright.

"Woah, she was right, it's the best I've seen, how big is it?"

"Its eight inches and about five around," I said feeling strange describing my tackle to a girl admiring it.

She stood, eyeing my cock as she walked towards me.

"Right shall we start with me stripping of these clothes or go straight to the bodystocking?"

"Briallan plays model," I quoted, hoping that it would still work on her. "I want you to be sexually provocative, that come on look after he's surprised you, you're going to tease him, stripping off your clothes like unwrapping his birthday present, soft and seductive."

She looked thoughtful, a slight smile growing from her lips.

She adjusted the small skirt she wore, pulling it higher till you could just nearly see her crotch, I looked at the screen and started taking photos.

I shot at least twenty of her teasingly stripping, the bodystocking was crotchless and she was displaying tantalising glimpses, my cock, encouraged by the admiring glances she gave it, was feeling hard enough to punch through a steel chastity belt.

Her beauty and perfect body was seductive, with my own nudity turning me on as well as her evocative poses I was beginning to wish she was my lover, her breasts would fit my hands perfectly, her erect nipples begging to be sucked and teased.

My head gave a minute shudder as I shook it to clear the fantasy, I wasn't here to seduce her only to take photos, I'd have to cool my thoughts or this could get out of hand. I focused back on being simply the photographer.

With her outer clothes now discarded I wanted to encourage her further, to make her a lewd wanton slut for the rest of the session.

"Come on, be sexy for me, you want me to admire your sexy body, make me have a hard on worthy of the name, you want me to want you, your tempting me with your offer, with maybe you'll let me," I suggested, watching her face for a reaction. She got that thoughtful look and that little smile twitched on her lips. 

She lay down, pushing her legs up vertically with her back propped up on her hands, legs opening almost horizontally, the full glory of her pussy exposed to me. I felt like a cartoon character, eyes out on stalks and tongue dragging on the floor.

I started clicking, seventy shots and an hour later my cock was still as hard as ever, her sexy poses had sustained its ramrod stance and turned its head the deepest purple, she was still looking at it, watching it jiggle around when I moved the tripod round for different angles

I wanted a final few from overhead. She was completely naked now, but I wanted only her upper body, with her long hair spread out moulding her breasts. I started at the top of the ladder, getting lower, then standing astride her as she flicked the hair; these were the photos that defined her.

I swung my camera up. "That's it," I told her starting to straighten from my crouch.

She lent up and seized my cock, pulling me back down.

"Let me suck it," she implored me. "It's so big and beautiful and I've been wanting it so much all afternoon."

I hesitated a fraction too long as she arched forwards and took it in her mouth, licking just the head, then sliding her tongue along it as she took it in deep. The thrill of her warm mouth enclosing me sent a shiver through my body and a cry of pleasure pushing through my lips.

My hand still held the camera; the other cupped the back of her head, fingers in her hair. I leant forward, swinging my hips up as I fell to my knees. My bell end on fire as her tongue slid over and around it.

I let her pull me forward as she lay back, one hand round my waist and the other stroking the bottom of my shaft. I put the camera down and pushed it away from us, coming down onto my forearms as I surrendered to her skilful ministrations

She didn't have to work me for long before my balls blew their load, filling her mouth to overflowing as she tried to swallow it all. She released me but kept licking as she pumped the last bit out. As my cock started to flag she sucked it again trying to rescue the hard on.

My cock responded to her tongue's skills, the blood flowing and stiffening it as its flow was restricted by its growing desire. 

As it grew hard she urged me to the side of her, rolling with me as she came out on top drawing herself up on her knees, she quickly stood and squatted athwart me guiding it inside her.

Her tightness as it slid into her adding sweetness to the excitement building in my balls. When she began to fuck me, her tight warm pussy sliding slowly up and down as she found the length, sent shivers through my body as the wave of pleasure surged over me.

As she quickened the pace my hips arched to meet hers, pushing every last fraction into her, deep into the silky slick tunnel of love, her hips slapped against mine as she franticly pleasured herself on my throbbing eight inches, pounding me down to the floor as she strove to take it all

Her breasts wobbling in front of me were irresistible, I took one in each hand, rolling the nipple and pressing on it. She was pounding away quite fast now, her breath coming in short gasps, then she started grunting as she plunged down, in seconds she let out a cry. 

I felt her vagina tighten, squeezing my cock again and again as her orgasm sent shudders through her and arched her back on her rollercoaster ride, I was nowhere near and I was silently willing her to fuck me more.

She began slowly again, this time rubbing her clit as she stroked. I watched the pleasure contort her face as I played with her nipples as well, in less than a minute she was cumming again, with a short scream erupting from her throat.

It was harder, deeper, and it took her more than a few moments to recover, letting her weight fall forwards onto my hands still cupping her breasts. Her breath coming in short sobbing gasps.

"God, oh god," she finally got out.

I smiled and moved my hands to her sides to pull her to me, she moved and was reminded of my cock still hard inside her.

"You're still hard," she exclaimed. "Fuck me doggy style so I can feel it deep inside me."

She didn't wait for agreement, she was swinging her leg over me and kneeling beside me, I scrambled to catch up, kneeling behind her and letting her reach through and guide me in. I began slowly; adjusting my stance for comfort then satisfying myself, fucking her hard and deep.

I felt her fingers brush my cock as her fingers sought her clit, she was going for her third. I was coming near to my second, with my balls flicking her fingers as I went faster, following my primeval urge. She came before me, her strong vaginal spasms triggering my release

I collapsed panting onto her back, driving her down as I clung to her, my cock shrinking and slipping out with a plop. I recovered slowly, my limbs still trembling from our sexual acrobatics and my chest heaving from exertion, she rolled, twisting under my body as I bridged up to give her room.

"That was the best fuck ever," she sighed. "I came three times, three times. I've only ever had two at once before."

"Bri, I'm sorry, as nice as it was and you are I didn't mean for this to happen, I should have had the strength to resist," I said, watching her puzzlement crease her face. Even as I was saying it I realised that it had been inevitable from the moment I'd stripped to please her.

She snaked a hand down between us and clasped my limp and sticky cock, the other went round my neck and pulled me down to her.

"Why, your dick is amazing," she said softly in my ear. "Honestly, that was the best fuck I've ever had, why shouldn't we do it again?"

"Because casual sex with acquaintances has a way of messing up your life," I replied, disentangling her hand from my neck. "Sex screws up relationships, I don't like doing it with friends," I continued, rocking back onto my knees and pulling my cock from her hand. 

"So you don't want to have sex with me because I'm a friend?" she asked in amazement. 

"Sex is for lovers, friends with benefits cause all sorts of problems, it makes people too possessive." I said standing 

"Oh, so you won't do it again?" her voice was querulous with disbelief.

"Sorry, nice as it was it just messes things up, friends aren't just friends when sex creeps in, it sows the seeds of jealousy and envy, the primitive mating urge rules in all of us."

"Oh that's so not fair," she complained, sitting up. "It's just fun, nothing serious. There's no science involved in having a good fuck, it's an art form, played out on each other's bodies."

I bent and picked up my camera. "Sex is a lot more than that with a lover."

"So I'm not a good lover then?" 

"You're one of the best I've had, I'd rate you ten out of ten," I said, backtracking. "If I was looking for a lover I'd choose you first, you'd fill all my dreams."

"So I'm good but you're not looking, is what you're saying."

"When I do start looking you'll be first on my list" I reassured her, hoping I'd soothed her ruffled feathers. "You really are all a man could want."

She looked round and went to pick up the bag, showing me her pussy as she bent. 

I couldn't honestly say I didn't enjoy it, and if it happened on the next shoot then I probably would let it happen again, but I'd been bitten by that bug, sex for convenience had screwed up my social group in the second year of college.

I looked at the time, we'd be lucky to get a second shoot in now, the one against the barn wall. As it was in full sun I shot with natural light, spending an hour telling her to twist this way or bend that joint. When I looked we had fifty plus 'in the can'.

As she came in to change again I stopped her.

"Bri, I don't think we have time to do a third shot, we can do it tomorrow if you like?"

"Will you be nude for me again..., please? That last one was no fun, I didn't feel sexy enough.... Oh come on Garry, please, I need it for inspiration."

"Ok," I agreed reluctantly. She could have the erection but I was in control.

We had time enough to look quickly through the photos, the first set was good, you'd know that too if you saw them. (Hey, they got published on the P2P torrents, so maybe you did). 

The second set showed that my cock made a difference, the shots were fine but there was something ineffable missing. They needed to be viewed first, at the top of the pile.

We agreed on tomorrow, I would pick her up at the bus stop; she would be there for twelve, with the bus at quarter past.

As I ran through the pictures I thought about the satisfied glow the double orgasm had left me, I wondered if there was time enough for me to juggle a relationship along with my other commitments, I'd temporarily given up my book, not that it was progressing quickly anyway.



Garwyli 02



A wish is unexpectedly granted 

The next day I picked her up at twelve o five, there was one other person waiting so I passed just a little and let her run to the van door.

"You want a lift?" I asked loudly.

She got in smiling and clutching her overnight bag, as she settled in the seat I drove the route with the radio. A piano concerto by Chopin, filled the space between us, giving me the excuse to stay silent.

As I got to the barn my phone rang, it was Glynda.

"Yes." I answered, her voice was faint on the other end, I probably had only one bar up here.

"Can I come round tonight?" I heard her say. "I want to talk to you."

I looked at Bri.

"Ok, what time?"

"Would seven be okay?"

"Fine, see you then."

"Glynda," I explained. "She'd like to talk this evening. Wonder what that's about?"

Bri shrugged her shoulders. "Beats me."

I put the thought aside; I was going to shoot in natural light again, though there was a haze high in the stratosphere that took the edge off the brightness. I'd got the camera and laptop in the van already, this stop was just for her to change.

She stopped by the hay bale and put her bag on top, taking the thin transparent nightdress out and laying it over the bale. Then she stripped, looking at me with my clothes on. I stripped as well, my cock rising to the occasion as I remembered the touch and feel of her body, naked again before me.

Bri looked at me as she drew the gossamer creation over her head, her breasts rising as she stretched. It slipped down over her, showing what it touched. She was solidifying my hard on, my cock throbbed and hardly bounced as I walked over to the door with just my keys.

She was watching it as we drove across the field, it bounced as we hit the bumps and she put her hand over it, letting it brush her palm.

"Bri! " I complained. 

I took my eyes off the path and glanced at her.

"But it's so nice, Glynda was right about you being a 'still waters', you're well hung as well as nice."

I sighed, letting the van roll to a stop.

"But it's getting me in the mood, look, my nipples are erect."

It was only a few more minutes across the field, she could have her fun till then. She looked me in the eyes and brushed the tip lightly, making circles on it with her palm. If I didn't get there soon she'd have me cumming.

I turned from her as we stopped in the shade of the trees, the hazy light was dappling through, giving a soft focus look, a good background for the figure shots for the opening, I had her lean on one of the trees and using the trigger words 'Briallan plays model', began shooting.

She was brilliant, she looked so sexy she made me very aware of my own erection, she had me wanting to masturbate on the spot. I had difficulty in faulting her poses, I could see in some of the close-ups that she was well lubricated, I wondered how that would come out in the shots, all I knew was it was turning me on.

I think that her resemblance to Glynda was part of it, her facial features from certain angles made them look like twins, and thinking of Glynda cavorting naked in front of my lens pushed my libido into overdrive.

I ended with a few shots of her on a fallen tree, hands holding a branch above her head and legs open as she squatted on the trunk. With the shoot finished I put my camera down and sat next to her on the trunk.

"That was the best ever Bri, you had me rock hard all the way through," I confided in her.

She looked at my still hard tool. "So will you let me suck it as a reward?" she asked.

"Bri, I thought we agreed no sex."

"It's not sex, Bill Clinton proved that. Please, I was focusing on it all during the session. This is the last time I promise. Please, I want to touch it and have it fill my mouth again."

She put her hand on my thigh, brushing it lightly up and down as she looked pleadingly into my eyes.

With the portfolio complete this would probably be the last time and she wasn't such a close friend that I saw every day.

"Alright Bri, as it is the last time, and it was such a sexy shoot, you can have a reward."

Even before I'd finished the sentence she was grasping my cock, a big grin on her face.

"Lie down for me, I want this to be special," she said almost purring.

I stood, and with her still holding my cock lay I on the grass. Bent as she was, she stepped astride me and knelt, putting her pussy in my face as she began to ravish my cock with her tongue. 

Her pussy was glistening with her cum already and it was too tempting to refuse, I raised my head as my tongue sought her inviting lips.

She sighed and lowered her body to give me freer access as my arms snaked round her hips and pulled her to me.

My tongue slid between her engorged pussy flaps, tasting the nectar of her fluids, I felt her wriggle slightly as her tongue played over my head, her hand cupping my balls. My tongue dove deeper, finding the entrance and scooping up the cum dribbling from it.

Bri began to waggle my cock over her lips, then opened them and slid it over her teeth. Then rotated it round inside her mouth as she took it inside. Much as she was enjoying playing with my cock I was in my element licking out her pussy.

My tongue was curled and dipping inside her, the aroma of her pussy filled my nostrils, the warmth of her thighs pressed against my cheeks. With her sucking my cock this was as close to heaven as you can get without dying first.

With my glands trapped by her teeth and her hand firmly holding my root, her tongue was caressing my tip, the thrill of it was a satisfying glow in my loins. I could feel my orgasm building. I ran my tongue up and down her crevice then lingered on her clit. 

I could feel her body tensing and moving on me, I gave her clit my full attention, using my lips to suck on it while my tongue stroked it tip to tip. She gave a jerk and my arms gripped her tighter, holding her as my tongue tormented her hard little nub.

She was driving my cock hard into her mouth now, taking in as much of it as she could, I could feel her tonsils brushing the head. I was as near cumming as she was, I could feel my balls tightening as the rush built inside.

I continued my frantic massage of her clit, rubbing it with the flat of my tongue, her body jerked again then she arched her back and screamed to the skies. Her hand holding my tool was squeezing and twisting it as she shuddered and writhed, my tongue lapping at the freely flowing juices.

She hunched herself up, looking at me through her dangling breasts.

"One last time," she quoted.

She raised herself up and turned and mounted my cock.

"This is for you."

She began fucking me fast and deep, her breasts bouncing as she held onto my knees behind her, the thrill of my cock squeezing in and out was overwhelming me as I laid back and surrendered to the pleasure.

I erupted inside her, my back arching with my pubes grinding against hers as I sought to bury it to the hilt. She stopped and lay down on me, reaching her arms round my neck.

"Oh, Garry, your dick is the best in the world. Thank you." She laid her head on my chest and sighed. We were both sated, both unwilling to break the spell, it was only when my limp cock plopped out that she stirred.

She rolled off me, then bent and took hold of my cock giving it one last examination.

"I'm going to miss you," she said, taking it in her mouth and licking the last drops clean.

The way she was looking adoringly at it, as if it was the most important part of me, like some symbiont that I carried round to get me into girl's knickers.

She stood and I joined her, she went and found her nightdress while I carefully placed my camera back in the van. On the drive back to the barn I could see her still looking at it, her admiring glances was stirring it back into action, swelling it from its normally flaccid four up to five or six.

My cock was stiff enough to jut out went we made the barn, as I came round the side of the van to open the barn she grasped it.

"Could I have just one more little go?" she begged. Giving me the appealing eyes look.

Most of the other girls I'd fucked had been pleased by the size of my penis, but she was the only one who'd become infatuated with it. I thought about making excuses, view the pictures, Glynda coming round. But in truth I wanted to fuck her again.

"Alright, but let's do it in the house, on a nice soft bed where you can fuck yourself to death."

She crouched down and kissed it, pushing the foreskin back off the head as she pressed it through her lips.

"Hey, Bri, come on, let's get dressed, we can finish this in bed."

She reluctantly squeezed it out and stood beside me, still holding on to my now fully swollen cock. I leant forward and stuck my tongue out to lick her nipple; she gave a shiver as I did and pushed her breast against me as she gripped my tool tighter.

"Come on, let's get dressed and do this at home," I said softly as I turned my head up to look at her. 

She smiled and leant down to kiss me, releasing my cock as she brought her hands up to cradle my head. I let our tongues entwine as she pushed hers into my mouth before bringing my free hand to her shoulder to gently ease her away.

I unlocked the barn and signalled for her to enter, with her naked ass wiggling before me I followed her in. She dressed quickly as did I, we had about two hours or so before my parents were expected home, and then another hour and a half before Glynda was due.

Her hand was in my lap as we drove home, she was softly stroking it, 'so it was ready'. She complained almost when I insisted on getting my camera, stroking me from behind as I knelt in the side door to retrieve it. I hoped my parents hadn't come home early and were witness to her insatiable appetite.

Inside she held my hand as she pulled me upstairs, and turned and unzipped me as soon as we were through the door. I had to turn and stretch to put my camera safe as her hand snaked inside, wriggling through the fly of my boxers to take a firm grasp of my hard cock.

I held her arm as I walked us over to the bed and lay down on it. With her free hand, and some assistance from me she undid my belt and button and pushed my trousers down to my knees. Immediately she was licking it up and down, turning her head sideways to press her lips against it.

I tried to reach under her to loose the buttons on her blouse; she pushed my hand away and climbed onto the bed on top of me. I saw beneath her short skirt that she'd not put her panties on and pushed the skirt up as she widened her legs to let me gorge on her pussy.

I went first for her clit, stroking flat across it then pressing and jiggling it with my tongue tip. She was busy licking and sucking my bell end, her elbows resting on my abdomen, her hands cupping my balls and circling its base, when she dipped down I could feel her nipples brushing my stomach.

My tongue slipped down her slit, her sexual arousal had coated it and I savoured her juices, finding her entrance and scooping more, I curled my tongue and pushed it inside gathering the drops there, then I stimulated her with rapid thrusts delving inside, she gave her first shudder.

I ran my tongue round, stretching it out with a gentle caress, slowly circling it, her legs quivered and she pressed her lips harder to mine. I let my tongue move up, finding the hard nub of her clit, and began to circle that. I could feel her pelvis squirm and her hand tighten on my balls.

She was fucking me with her mouth, taking less than half in as the velvety texture of her tongue rubbed over my head with each stroke. Then she stopped and just held it in her lips as her body started to convulse with her orgasm. 

Her moans of pleasure vibrating the head of my cock as she held it pinned between her lips, setting it quivering like jelly and distracting me from my task of pleasuring her as I enjoyed the sensation.

I could hear the sucking sounds of her vagina and gave it the attention of my tongue, once more plunging it inside her. I held on as she writhed, her hips gyrating. She let my cock fall as she gave vent to her ecstasy, screaming 'Yeesss' to the ceiling.

I wasn't done. I turned my attention back to her clit after licking at her cum, this time I pressed my lips in and squeezed, letting it slide out then doing it again. I repeated it four or five times then held it and massaged the tip with my tongue, brushing lightly at first then putting pressure on.

I felt her body tense again, her thighs gripping my head as her legs straightened; she had both hands on my cock with the head pressed against her lips. This time I moved my tongue down to gather her cum, licking around and in her entrance.

She moved from on top of me, slipping to the side. I twisted round, rolling on top of her and freeing my cock from her grasp. She moaned as I moved but then smiled and kissed me as I pinned her beneath me. She reached down and guided my tool into her, giving it a quick squeeze before she released it to slide in.

Her hips pushed to take me as it filled her warm love tunnel, the soft pleasure coruscating down and giving me a thrill deep within my groin as it squeezed down into the welcoming depths, she gave a gratified 'Ummm' as our hips met and I began the slow warm up strokes.

As I began to fuck her faster she reached around me with her arms, half grasping my shoulders and giving little grunts as I pushed deep into her with every stroke. I felt her fingers tighten and her nails bite into my flesh as she climbed to the sexual high again.

She came, raking her nails down my back, she was near screaming again, repeating "Yes, yes, yes." As her vagina tightened on me I pushed through, increasing my stroke rate, for a full twenty seconds or more her body writhed uncontrollably as pleasure flooded through her.

With my cock still pounding into her my orgasm was at last starting, I could feel the tingling ball of pressure spiking in my groin as my hips thrust wildly with my seed bursting out into her. As I shuddered with the release she pulled me to her, hugging me against her breasts.

I lay puffing and panting as she smoothed her hands down my back. I brought my elbows in against her and propped myself up, she pulled against me, straining her neck to kiss me, peppering my face and mouth as she rained kisses on me.

When I felt it squeeze out I rolled and lay beside her, I lay there enjoying the moment of rapture. She rolled half on top of me, head snuggling into my shoulder, arm curling round my neck; from this angle her profile reminded me too much of Glynda. 

I must have drifted off, good sex does that to me, and she must have slept as well. I awoke to her insistent shaking.

"Garry, what time are your folks home? It's five 'o' clock already I should have been home ages ago."

"Five 'o' clock, Damn, Mam and Da will be home any time now," I exclaimed. "Quick, get dressed and I'll run you home now."

My cock was still lolling on my shorts, a Damp patch spread around it. As she rolled over and off the bed I bent and pulled my jeans back up, tucking myself in tidily before zipping up and rolling off the bed myself.

I took her home, on the way I promised her that I'd edit the pictures and drop a dvd off for her as soon as they were done. She wanted to come back and look at them, choose the ones that she wanted for the portfolio that she wanted to send off, reluctantly I agreed.

I knew that she had an ulterior motive behind that somewhat innocuous request, she wanted me and her back in a sexy setting, I was bound to get a hard on looking at her nude photos and she wanted to take advantage of that for more sex, trouble was sex with her was so good I knew I'd agree.

My parents were home when I got back, Mam was in the kitchen cooking. She called me when she heard me come in.

"Garry!"

"Yes Mam," I said entering the kitchen.

"Ah, there you are. I was talking to Delwyn, she says that Briallen is quite taken with you, singing your praises about how nice you are. Are you taking up with her?"

"No Mam, just helping her out with a project."

"Ah cariad, she'd make you a nice wife, she has a good brain like her sister does that one."

"Mam," I said plaintively. "Stop trying to get me married off."

"Well you're getting on, you should have a girlfriend, or a wife to keep you warm in bed."

I thought of Glynda, the wife I wanted belonged to someone else.

"What's for tea then?" I asked changing the subject.

"One of your Da's favourites, cauliflower cheese, and there's bread pudding in the fridge if you want that as well."

"Ok thanks, I'm going to get changed, be back down in a minute. Oh, did I tell you that Glynda would be round later, could you send her up when she comes," I said, escaping back through the door before she could question me about that.

I was busy, sat at the computer typing up some odd notes for my thesis when the door opened.

"Garry?" Glynda said. "I knocked but you didn't answer."

I was sat there with my headphones on, oblivious to the world. Had I not seen the door open she would have surprised me.

"Sorry," I said, slipping the 'phones off. "I was 'California Dreaming', listening to some of Da's oldies."

"It's alright, but your Mam said to come right up, you were expecting me."

"Yes, I was, ur, I mean I am," I said stumbling over my words.

Glynda looked delectable, her long hair framing her face, with her tight form fitting shirt and snug jeans her figure looked better than Bri's, I still had the memory of playing with her breasts when we were both sixteen. She was my first and only true love so far.

"Gar," she said, using her old term of endearment. "I want you to do me a favour...."

"Yes."

"Well, I want..., don't laugh now, I'm serious..., I want you to take some pictures of me. Like those ones you took of Bri." 

"Bri's portfolio ones?" I replied, my voice carrying my incredulity. 

"No, the arty style ones you did. I was really impressed, they looked very professional."

"Oh, those, yeh, well if you want I could do some of you."

This was a dream, the thoughts and images racing round my head putting me in a daze. Glynda was going to strip off for me, my cock was already hardening at the thought.

"Could we arrange some evening up at the barn, I'm free Tuesday, Thursday or Friday next week if that's ok?"

"That's no problem; I'll do them anytime for you."

"Ok, Tuesday at seven then. Oh and another thing, could you print some off for me as well, I want some big ones to frame."

Now she had me wondering, I couldn't see her hanging them in the house, if she didn't volunteer the information I would have to tease it out of her somehow. 

She was still standing in front of me, the whole conversation had lasted mere minutes.

"Would you like a cup of tea or something?" I asked. "Come and sit down, while I get the kettle on."

"No, I can't stay long, Davyth's expecting me home, I said I was popping over to see your mother about something."

"Well you can sit and tell me how things are going," I answered.

"No really, I've got to get back, I'm going to some rugby do and Davy doesn't like to be late."

She was going, but I was going to be seeing her again soon, seeing a lot more of her than I ever expected to, these were pictures I was going to treasure, pictures I would certainly have a wank over.

I saw her out, standing at the door to watch her drive off. It was going to be hard concentrating on my work with her on my mind, now seemed a good time to sort through Bri's pictures, tag the ones that were the best turn on for me for inclusion in the portfolio.

Glynda was on my mind, we'd never spoken about the reason she broke up with me, I'd left it too long now, but it still troubled my mind. We'd both got drunk at the party, I'd brought her home to stay the night and we'd gone to bed, the next thing I'd woken up alone.




Garwyli 02



It was maddening those first few days, she wouldn't answer the phone to me, her mother always said she was out or sleeping and then I'd gone off to Atlantic College to do my Baccalaureate, she'd gone on to the sixth form at our school.

I sent her letters and begged, even buying her an expensive Xmas present, all to no avail. If our parents hadn't been friends I wouldn't have even known about her wedding. I took a nice looking girl I knew to try to make her jealous, but ended up getting drunk there instead.

Now she was coming back into my life again, I'd had more contact with her sister and her Ebay photos, and her mother popping over especially after her husband's death. I felt like a lovesick puppy dog all over again.

Bri came around; or rather I went and collected her from the bus stop again. The warm sunny day had brought her out in cut down shorts and a tank top, she talked about what she wanted to do with the money she'd earn, I mumbled agreement and nodded, hopefully in the right places.

She said hello to Mam as she caught us in the hall. Mam looked at me with a twinkle in her eye as I escorted Bri upstairs.

I was treated to the beautiful sight of Bri's long legs and cute bum as she mounted the stairs in front of me, my cock was hardening already as I contemplated the sexy afternoon in front of me. Though Bri would have to bite back on her screams of sexual joy with my mother downstairs.

She went and lay on the bed, turning and curling her legs up to face the big monitor on the wall.

"I've sorted through the last lot, picked out my favourites, I've put a red frame around the ones that I think you should include."

"Come and sit here then, so we can keep our voices down." She patted the bed next to her.

I'd already set up the slideshow of all three sets on the laptop, I picked it up and joined her. She came and snuggled up, folding her legs beside me and leaning an elbow on my shoulder. With her calves pressing against my thigh I started the slideshow.

Watching the photos flip past with her in her naked glory and feeling her pressed against me, her subtle perfume an extra enticement, my cock was soon making its presence visible. 

She slid her free hand round and onto my cock, when I didn't protest she curled her fingers round it, stroking it. She stayed like that, smoothing it through my jeans until the slideshow finished.

"What do you think then, are those ok?" I asked, leaning back slightly and turning my head. 

She moved her elbow back from my shoulder and caught it with her fingertips, pulling me backwards. I caught the laptop sliding from my knees, moving it safely to the floor as I lay down. She was on top of me kissing me, her tongue darting into my mouth.

Her hands went to my shirt, unbuttoning it. I looked at her as she moved her mouth round on mine, her eyes were closed, the hot breath from her nose already shortening. Her hands pulling at my shirt freeing it from my trousers

She straightened up, settling her crotch on mine and stripped off her tank top and bra, her nipples were already erect, standing out waiting to be touched and sucked. As I moved my hands to them she caught my wrists, directing them to the button on her shorts.

In no time she had us both naked, lying facing each other, a smile of anticipation lighting her face.

"Now we can start," she whispered. "Kiss my nipples first; you've not done that before."

I gently pushed her over onto her back and took her up on her request. Twisting onto my knees and leaning across her. As my lips closed on her nipple she gave a little shiver, and a small moan as my hand found the other and gave it a squeeze.

As I settled her hand slid down between my legs, brushing across my pubes and grasped my tool, I played back and forth between her nipples, keeping them both wet and well tended. She was massaging my cock, running her hand loosely up and down.

As I was nibbling and pulling on her nipple she gave another shudder.

"Move round, I want to suck you," she ordered me.

I followed orders, releasing her breast, shuffling round and swinging my leg over to straddle her shoulders. I felt her wet mouth enclose my head, the soft brush of her tongue stroking across the tip. It went a notch harder.

My face was now hovering inches above her pussy, I looked at it, the sandy coloured crinkled hair wreathed around her prepuce, the little tip of her clit just poking out, and below that the folds of her pussy lips flattened out and glistening from the Dark tips to the pink crevasses in the centre.

I bent and let my tongue trail through her pubes, slowly parting the hair as it traced down to the little pink nub. I curved my tongue around it, gently stroking it, a very slight shudder passed through her and she rewarded me with a squeeze of her hand.

I was going for it, this I was sure was the very last time, after this I could keep my distance, pretend I had a lot of work to catch up on or something, all that kissing at the start was the kindling of an infatuation if not romance in her. It wasn't fair if I couldn't love her back.

I continued to assail her clit, pressing it with my tongue as I stroked harder, I loped one of my arms round her leg, and began to slide my middle finger over her entrance, pushing it in and letting a second join it, as she wriggled again beneath me I began to finger fuck her, bending both fingers up to find her G spot.

I felt her cum running down the back of my hand, my fingers making slurping sounds as I worked them faster. My tongue was flicking over the end of her protruding clit, pushing it from side to side. I pressed my thumb onto her slit letting it slide with my fingers.

She kept my cock in her mouth as she came, I could feel the hot breath on my balls as she blew it out through her nose. My fingers tight inside her feeling the rippling contractions of her vagina, as she calmed herself I rubbed my fingers in a circle, massaging her G spot, pressing in with my thumb.

As I continued her next orgasm came within thirty seconds, stronger than the last. She released my cock and let her head fall onto my pubes, a mixture of moans and 'Oh's' between her panting. I'd eased up, stilled my tongue and fingers till she recovered. 

As I started again she wriggled under me.

"Wait," she said breathlessly. "I want you to fuck me; over the side of the bed so I can watch it going in and out."

I eased my self up, unsure of what she wanted.

She squirmed out from under me and moved to the edge of the bed, legs hanging over, I followed and stood between her legs. She leant up on an elbow, reaching to grasp my tool, then she ran its head up and down her pussy a few times before easing it in.

I leant forward, placing my hands on her hips as I let it slide all the way in. She was up, leaning back on her arms as she watched my cock disappear into her.

"Now fuck me hard, I want to feel you tight inside me," she ordered. "Give me the best orgasm yet."

I almost laughed, and I wanted to lean forward and kiss her, but instead I began to slide the full length in and out, slowly at first, catching it just before it came out and pushing it back in forcefully. She gave a little whimper, then a bolder groan.

"Yes, do it faster, make me squirt, I've never done that yet." I went faster, withdrawing less; she reached up and grabbed my forearms. The pressure of her fingers round my wrists telling me of her arousal and need. I fucked her, my balls slapping against her, her cum glistening on my tool as it thrust into her.

She screamed a half scream, falling back, hands covering her mouth, as the waves of ecstatic pleasure thundered through her. I paused, sunk deep inside her while her thrusting hips ground into mine. Then as she calmed a little, her breath still ragged and sobbing I began slowly again.

As I stroked I leant further over her so that my hands could encompass her breasts, finding her nipples and tweaking them. She put her hands over mine, running them up to my wrists again and pressing them against her breasts, her head flicking from side to side on the bed with her eyes screwed tight.

I could see the sheen of perspiration; feel her laboured breathing under my hands, my thumbs caressing the nipples.

"Oh..., Garry, faster."

I stepped up the pace, plunging it in and out as I felt my own climax building, my balls tightening with the growing thrill deep in my groin. Then the tingling in my cock as my seed surged out filling her.

I sagged forward on my elbows as my trembling knees threaten to give way, my head resting between her breasts. Her hands came down and smoothed my hair; I could hear her heart beating rapidly, like some muffled distant applause.

We lay there, my hands pressed to her side, her one hand cupping my cheek and pressing me to her while the other teased and stroked my hair, even after my now flaccid cock squeezed out of her.

It was minutes after that I felt her move to grasp my arms and try to pull me further on to her. I pushed myself up as she bent her head to kiss me.

"Oh," she said, hugging me close. "You make it better every time, I've never felt as good as with you."

She rolled me to the side.

"I can't stop thinking about you and your dick, it's like Christmas in heaven when you make love to me."

"Well...," I began, but she cut me off.

"Please, don't say it. Say there'll be a next time, even if it's next month."

"Bri.... I wish sex with you wasn't so good, then it'd be easier to say no."

My principles were crumbling, sex with her was an ecstatic experience, the thought of having regular sex with her was exciting me, just so long as she didn't fall in love, I had an idea that it was my cock that was the focus of her infatuation. If we kept it well spaced out, like a special treat then she could meet other boys in between times, one she could fall in love with.

"So you'll say yes?" I could see the delight light up her face.

"I'll say yes to once a month, I've got lots of work to do, I've got my dissertation coming up in two months and there's a lot of work to finish yet," I declared, trying to keep a distance between us.

As I finished speaking she was pressing herself against me, rolling me to my back and clambering onto me.

"We'll have the best fuck ever next time I promise you, I'll give you a blow job that'll suck you dry then you can fuck me till my brains explode.... Oh Garry I could love you forever."

She started kissing me, holding my head as she pushed her tongue in. When the kiss finished she snuggled close, resting her head on my shoulder her breasts crushed between us.

"I'm going to get drunk tonight..., get drunk and play with myself in bed, I'll have an orgasm pretending it's your tongue," she whispered. "Can we spend the night together next time, I want to sleep in your arms and hold your dick all night."

"We'll see," I replied. Giving me pause with her mention of love, Mam was right that she'd make me an excellent wife but I couldn't stand the nearness to Glyn that it would bring. 'Oh why' I wondered. 'Could life be so cruel.'

After maybe another five minutes my bladder protested that it needed attention.

"Bri, I need to go the toilet..., come on time to get up and dressed anyway," 

"Oh, just a little longer."

"Bri, come on," I said, gently rolling her off me. 

"Oh, you're mean, you'll have to let me hold it while you pee then." I smiled inwardly, she was fixated on manhandling my cock. 

"Ok, if you want but you'll have to hurry, I'm busting now."

She slid off the bed with me, holding onto my cock as if it could run away, leaning into me as we headed for my toilet.

I peed and she patted me dry, and then I watched as she sat and peed too. Then she went and washed her hands, grabbing my deodorant and spraying herself with it to remind her.

She insisted on having one more suck on my cock before we got dressed, as she knelt and grasped it, pushing back the prepuce with her lips as it entered her mouth, my cock grew hard again. She was delighted, sucking as much as she could into her mouth.

She fucked me with her mouth for the minutes it took me to cum again, then sucked and squeezed till she swallowed the last drop, my knees were weak again as I leaned heavily on her shoulders with her looking up at me and licking her lips.

This time we dressed and with her resting her hand in my lap and her head on my shoulder I drove her home. As I pulled into her street she had her phone out, consulting her diary.

"We could meet up on three weeks Friday, then I could stay over till Saturday, is that ok with you?"

"It should be," I agreed. "I'm usually over at the university on Thursday Friday, but I'm always home for the weekend."

It felt more like making an appointment with my tutor that an assignation for a night of torrid sex

"You'd better pick me up, say around six ok."

"Make that seven, give me time to get home, showered and have something to eat."

She gave my cock a squeeze as she gave me a peck on the cheek. 

"I'll be waiting."



Garwyli 03



A promise of more

I drove back home thinking, Briallen was a nice girl, yes she had a fixation on my cock, but she was also good in bed and eager for more. But if I wasn't careful my mother would have us married, Briallen had long been a favourite of hers.

With Bri gone from the house I found my thoughts returning to Glynda, and our appointment next Wednesday night, my mind turned over ideas of how to photograph her, some of the prints would be a stark black and white, perhaps some in soft focus.

I hoped it would be fine that night, with a good setting sun, I'd like to do some in the woods with her, long focus silhouetted against the setting sun. Wednesday couldn't come soon enough.

I worked through the week, putting extra hours in to make up the time I'd lost over the past week or so. Glynda was the focus I worked towards, in my mind I was creating time to see her, that way when she intruded on my thoughts with visions of her nude form I was encouraged to work harder.

When Wednesday arrived I was pleased that the forecast was for clear skies, I would have a chance for my silhouette. I re-erected the green screen and brought more hay bales in, arranging them to make a platform.

Glynda arrived just after seven; I intercepted her outside, hopefully without my mother noticing. I jumped in my van and led the way up, my heart was thumping as I unlocked the door and let us in. I could feel my cock hardening, though I'd adjusted it straight up in the van and had a loose top on.

She was dressed in a blouse and a pleated skirt; I showed her to the curtained stall that we'd used last time with a dressing gown inside.

"If you want you can wear your bra and panties while we do a few warm up shots," I informed her, wanting to put her at her ease.

"Yes, thanks, even though it's you I'm a bit nervous about this. Bri can't praise you enough; she's really pleased about the photos you took of her." Her talking like that meant Bri hadn't shown them to her, I wondered what tale she was spinning.

She walked in and pulled the curtain over, in the stillness I could hear the rustling of her clothes as she stripped, I snapped back to the awareness of what I should be doing, setting up the equipment.

I heard the curtain draw back and resisted the urge to turn and look; instead I continued to turn on the lighting and then turned as she approached the little platform I'd built. She had the dressing gown loose over her shoulders, letting me see the blue lacy underwear she wore.

"How are we going to do this?" she asked.

"I thought we could replicate some of the shots I took of Bri to start with, have you got enough time to do some at sunset as well, I want to take some of you in silhouette against the setting sun if that's ok."

"Ok, you're the photographer; I'll take directions from you. I can stay as late as you want, Davyth is out on one of his boy's nights, and he won't be home till after midnight."

"Is there anything you want to do? Any poses you'd like to try?"

"Well there are one or two I printed off at home, their only on plain paper but you'll see what they're like, ok."

She walked back into the makeshift dressing room and brought out a couple of A4 sheets, I walked to meet her, my cock pressing against my tummy as I looked at her semi nude form, I prayed the long sweat shirt I'd worn covered me, it had looked ok in the mirror.

There were three pictures, one of a figure curled up with an arm sticking in the air and just half a breast showing, the next was coiled round a stanchion with a full on back view, and the last was with a figure on her back with the legs drawn up and pointing off to one side held by the hands.

I looked around, there was a support beam that would do as the stanchion and the other two would work in the studio setting I had created.

"Do you want to rehearse these?" 

"Do you want me to undress?"

I was tempted to say yes but just looking at her soft form under the half concealing dressing gown was enough to set my heart longing for the forbidden fruit. For my sake at least I needed to take things slow.

"No, if we've got plenty of time we can do loads of shots first so you can see how they look. Do you want to start with this one first? Over on that wooden beam." I nodded in its direction.

"Ok."

She shrugged the dressing gown off her shoulders and catching it handed it to me.

I looked at the curves of her body as she walked over to the post, her slim waist and her pert bottom, her long beautifully tapered legs, she would soon have me dribbling like one of Pavlov's dogs conditioned on beauty.

I held the pose up as she draped herself round the upright, watching as she positioned herself.

"Lyn, can I touch you? Arrange an arm or leg to suit the pose."

She turned and looked at me. "If you need to, remember I'm trusting you on this."

Her easy answer had me doubting myself, the beauty of her near naked body was so tempting that to touch her might drive me to far, she'd be temptation enough even for a saint.

"Right, let's try asking first, can you move your left hand a little higher, and curl you left leg around a little more."

"Is this ok?" she asked, adjusting her position,

"Yes that's better, but you know what?"

"What?"

"I need to move the camera and lighting over first. Sorry, I guess I'm too anxious"

She straightened, turning to face me.

"Well, you'd better do that then."

She tried to sound annoyed but I could see the smile playing at her lips.

I spent five minutes humping and shifting, letting my eyes drifting back to look at her too often as she stood there, loosely in the pose so I could see where the shadows fell. All was now ready to try again.

"Right," I said looking at the picture on the laptop. "Do you want to hug the beam again?"

"Are you sure you're ready this time?" she asked, grinning broadly with a smile that echoed down the long years.

"Who's the photographer," I quipped back.

She wrapped herself round the upright again, adopting the same pose.

"Can you bring your left knee a bit higher please?" She moved as I asked. "Now the right hand over your shoulder, can you splay your fingers a little more?"

She adjusted her fingers, the sun bronzed skin glowing in contrast to the milky white of her shoulder.

"That's a bit too much Lyn, can you close them a fraction for me."

Her fingers squeezed together slightly, like the hand of a lover caressing her.

"Good that's it."

I shot off a burst, four photos with slightly different settings.

"Ok, come and take a look."

She came and stood at my side, resting an arm on my shoulder as she bent to look at the four shots.

"I like that one," she said pointing at the second in the sequence. "Can we do it for real?"

"If you're ready to undress we can, or you can practice the others first if you like." 

We'd straightened up and she was looking me in the face.

"You'd have to move the lights back again for the others, and I've got to strip sometime."

My heart was beating faster as I watched her thrust her breasts forward, arms stretching round to unclip her bra. Her breasts were fuller, more rounded than I remembered, the little brown nipples coming more erect as the cooler air hit them.

Then she was shrugging down her panties, her breasts swaying as she bent. My hands twitched as I remembered fondling and kissing them those aeons ago. Oh, if I could wind back time.

I looked down at her hairy V as she straightened.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before," she chided me

I switched my eyes guiltily to her face. "You're a lot more women now than you were at sixteen"

"I've put on a pound or two since then."

"Only in the right places." It was sincere flattery in this case, her figure was better than Bri's and most of any other girl I could think of.

She gave a mock curtsy.

"Why thank you kind sir," she said with a mock posh accent.

She turned and went over to the post, curling herself around it, assuming the position once more.

"Glynda, I'm going to take a series of shots with you making small movements, or big if you prefer. After each take, you can move or I'll say something, we'll try four or five shots then have a look. How's that sound?"

"Ah ha."

"Yes ok?"

"Yes."

"Ok."

I smiled at her. "Say ready...."

"... Ready."

I took the first shot, looked at her and said. "Let me move the camera round a bit, two sec's."

I took a step to my left, cutting back on the right leg and bringing more of her up-stretched arm into view, as well as the nipple and areole of her breast.

I took my next shot. A secret satisfied smile at the thought of the copies I'd make for my own private gallery.

"Now can you bend your thigh and put your foot on the beam," I asked, glancing up to savour the live view.

"Um..., can you bring your foot a little lower please Lyn." It was too much like a figure four for my aesthetic eye, too angular for the curve of her thigh and calf.

She slid it down a fraction.

"Perfect. Now, if you can move your hand down and lean back a little."

She cast me a swift glance before complying.

"Yes, almost..., just a fraction more."

I took the third, hoping I'd caught the rich sexuality it suggested.

"Okay Lyn, Do you want to move, take up a new pose?"

She straightened, stood sideways square to me and squatted, right knee on the floor, left knee against the beam. Hands outstretched and circling it with her forehead rested against it. 

"Slide your foot back and put your knee to this side," I commanded, wanting to emphasise the suggestive lewdness of the shot

"Good," I said encouragingly, her shadowed mons just visible in silhouette.

I took the shot and stood to face her.

"Now do you want to stand and hold the beam chest height, then lean back and taking the weight on your right leg, just folding your left ankle round the post."

I waited while she adopted the new pose, the session so far felt good as the empathy between us fell into a familiar groove

I took the next shot.

"Do you want go for another pose?"

She answered me by letting go with one hand and letting it dangle while half turning her head up from the lens, giving me a quarter view of her face.

I took the last shot. "Right do you want to look at what we've done? Then if you want we can move onto the next scene."

I became aware that my hard on had softened considerable, and that awareness caused it to harden again as she walked toward me.

She came and stood beside me, I handed her the dressing gown back, and she slipped it over her shoulders as we viewed the shots.

After watching the slide show through she commented. "They're quite good; I'll have to look again to choose a favourite though."

"That's fair enough, shall we do the next?"

We ran through the two others and I did some playing with the lighting. We had one incident that was memorable, she was trying for a figure 'S', perched on the edge of the bale when she nearly fell, to balance herself she flung her legs open, I had just pressed the button. 

I had four shots of ever widening legs, her pussy on full display and a look that turned from surprise to panic. I made sure I kept them, while she recovered and settled herself I cut and pasted the group over into my 'Stars' folder.

After we'd finished the shoot, she redressed and I remembered the sunset, opening the door and seeing the reddish tinge to the thin wisps of high cloud.

"Glyn, could I do one more shot of you, a silhouette of you, please, I nearly forgot it."

"Oh, Gar, I'm all dressed again, and you're all packed away. If you really want I'll come up another night, I'm all ready to look at those pictures now."

The words 'another night' flashed through my mind, being this close to her had felt good. I had enjoyed connecting with her again; even the 'hands off' agreement hadn't dinted the rapport that grew between us 

We drove back down, her following me back to the house and upstairs to my bedroom, where I set up the laptop to view the pictures we've just taken. She brought up a bottle of wine up with her.

"It's to celebrate, a private topping out ceremony, it's actually a nice rosé," she declared.

"Well this is the boring bit, selecting one from each group of four; I thought we'd do this the same way as Bri's photos. Then we can start the real work, culling the ones we like, we'll aim for about half, judge for a top fifty classification. Then if we've still got time we can cut that again to a hypothetical top ten," I told her as she sat on the bed and opened the bottle.

"That's ok, plenty of time yet. You can go through and make the first choices if you want, I'll just lay here and drink my wine. I deserve it after the day I've had."

"There are glasses in the bedside locker if you want to use those, save you going downstairs."

"Mm, thanks."

I dragged the laptop over and propped a pillow up against the headboard, lying back against it. I was using it in dual screen mode; on the laptop I manipulated the files, while on the big screen I viewed the pictures. 

In the half hour I took to make the first cut she had finished the bottle, I still had half a glass left which she took when I offered. I wondered if this was her usual way to unwind, finding solace in a bottle, I hoped not.

She was sober enough when we viewed the slideshow of my initial choices. She cuddled up to me, her elbow on my shoulder, her hand on my knee, making her picks with conviction. She made most of the choices, well it was her wall. 

"Well that went easy enough, now we got to cut it down to ten," I commented, leaning back against the headboard, it was only when she moved her hand up to brush her hair back that I noticed the pale stripe on her ring finger, she'd taken her wedding band off.

"Before we start on the next lot, have you got anything to drink?"She asked.

My mind was caught between divining the meaning of her absent ring and answering her.

"Yes, tea or coffee?" I finally answered.

"Could you borrow a bottle of wine from your folks?"

"A-Ah," I said. "You're driving, and you're probably over the limit now."

"Oh, ok then, coffee." A tinge of disappointment colouring her voice. "I'll just pop out to my car while you make it, ok."

I'd just about finished, I had a kettle and mini fridge in my unofficial adjoining study/guest bedroom, and was walking back in with the tray when she re-entered carrying a shopping bag.

I put the tray on the side of the bed and sat next to it. She had pulled out a box and was unpacking it. I looked over at what she was doing.

"It's a vaporiser, it evaporates the THC off so there's no smoke, it's a cool way to smoke it, have you tried before?" 

"No I never smoked it, but I ate cakes and biscuits yes."

"You'll like this then, you get a pure hit. I've got a better one in the house and no one can smell it."

I watched as she plugged it in and prepared it. She handed it to me.

"When the green light comes on suck it all in, ok," she instructed me.

I did, there was no taste or anything, and I held it a few seconds and then exhaled.

I knew from experience it would take a little while to feel the effects, I'd mostly steered clear of drugs at university. Nice though cannabis was, getting caught would put a stop to my plans if I had a record.

Now, the mellow mood it brought would, I hoped, help in distracting me from the flesh of my beloved and sharpen my focus on the artistic nature of the photos. We had thirty seven to work with; I would let her choose again, only if one was too good to pass would I vote for it.

She made one for herself then, and, after inhaling it, came and lay back on the headboard next to me. I held the coffee tray up till she was settled, and then passed it over to her.

I straightened up, laptop ready.

"Now remember, this is for your top ten."

I clicked through the slideshow or rather I shuffled back and forth a few times to compare choices till she eventually got it down to twelve."

It was time to give it a rest, I shut the laptop off, she was making another 'bong' each for us, I could see that she was happy and relaxed; we'd spent a nice friendly evening together. 

"So," I asked her. "You going to tell me why you want the pictures?

"Oo, there are lots of reasons, number one is to poke a stick with satire, I'm going to put three in my office, they won't know it's me. It's a subtle protest against all the 'girly' pictures in the men's canteen," she explained. "I want to make sure they can't see my face, I've been choosing for those, and I notice that you've covered up my fanny in a lot of the shots, with just a tantalising tuft of pubic hair showing. Clever." 

"If you want to mask the face, how about we use a whirlpool effect, you now, her identity being drawn down, being stripped from her in her nakedness."

"Yeess..., that sounds nice, you can show me next time."

Those nice words again, 'Next Time', she still owed me the silhouette shot.

We lay there a while longer, as we'd twisted and turned during the slide show her skirt had ridden up and was more around her hips now, so when she stretched and slid down it slipped right up, revealing her blue panties. My cock, flaccid until now, took note and started to swell.

She brought her legs in the air and did a mock run. My eyes instinctively followed her legs up, watching her feet cycle in the air even as her sexy blue panties became the focus of my mind

"Oh, I can't wait to see their faces."

She giggled.

"My art will trump theirs."

She rolled to sit up. 

"Right, I'd better be on my way home, can we finish this off on Thursday?"

"No can do Thursday, I'll be over at the uni then, I'm back for Friday night."

"OK, that's ok, seven be alright again. We can look at the final twelve and you can get your sunset shot."

"Yes, thanks I can."

"Can I leave the 'bong' behind for next time too?"

"Yes, I'll pack it up, it shouldn't be a problem."

I saw her down and out after she'd used my toilet, standing waving from the door as she drove off. The wine she'd drunk earlier should have partly worn off and I hoped she was like me; I drove with more care and caution when I was stoned.

I walked back upstairs, the bong on the floor next to the bed, left in trust till she next came, setting me thinking about our next 'date'. I was to get another delicious dose on Friday; we could look at the twelve, and still have time to get to the woods, weather holding of course.

Friday saw a westerly and a build up of cloud, turning to rain by the time I got home around six, just after I'd eaten and was headed up for my shower my phone rang, it was Bri.

"Garry, could I come and see you?"

"Bri!"

"No, it's not about sex; I'll keep the bargain we made. This is about the photos, honest you can trust me on this; they like them and want to do a shoot with me. But there's a condition, I'll tell you about it when I see you. So can I come over..., please?"

"Ok, is it urgent, I'm going up to the observatory soon, I could see you tomorrow, mam's out all day?

"I know, she's coming to see my mam, their going over to Bridgend to do some shopping, will you pick me up about ten then? I'll explain when I see you."

"Ok, see you tomorrow."

That was another mystery, I wondered what sort of ploy this was, and there'd be no sex this time. I'd have to put my foot down if necessary.

The hour passed too quickly, I was still drying myself when I heard Glyn's car pulling into the drive. I just threw on an old track suit to go down and greet her.

The first thing she did when she got up to my room was ask for the bong.

"I hope you kept it safe, I've got a nice skunk home grown, it's a really dreamy intellectual one. I'll leave you some if you want."




Garwyli 03



While she took the bong and started, I took the A3's I'd printed and laid them out on the bed. As I stood back I decided that they really did need to be vertical I put them round the walls, on any surface that could take them.

She handed the bong to me, and while I watched for the green light she wandered away and started to browse the pictures. She chose one straight away, it was one of the 'beam' ones, she took twenty minutes till the next, rearranging the finalists and propping three up against the bed.

With just two left she asked me.

"Which one would you choose?"

They were both ones I'd suggested, the shadow one stood out to me.

"The one on the right, where you're lit from the front and side. You can just see the light shining on the pubes on your lips like a sparkle hovering above the black shadow of your vulva." 

"Yes, that'll give them something to puzzle over, yes I see what you mean, trust a man to see that," she said with a laugh.

If the weather had been fine we would be out, even if she didn't need the sunset I wanted to try it, if only for the artistic satisfaction.

"Do you want another hit off the bong? I'm going to have one; I should have brought another bottle of wine."

"You can have a bottle if you want; I've got time to share one with you this time. Hang on a minute and I'll go and get one, do you want champagne?"

"Ooh, yes please, it's been ages."

I went and brought up a bottle and two proper glasses, she was standing looking out the window.

"It's a pity about the rain, I was looking forward to the woods, there's something special about running naked in the fields and the woods, you feel so connected."

"You've got to be careful where you sit though," I replied.

"I just walk round with my sandals on, I feel so free." 

She turned and faced me.

"Undressed I feel free of the restrictions of our conformal society, it's part of what keeps me sane, when I'm nude I feel free of the label that clothes puts on you, free to find my own identity." She explained, walking over to take the glasses from me.

"I don't mind being naked with people, people I trust I mean, my sister an... well you know, I'm comfortable naked with you, not now I mean," she corrected herself. "I would undress in front of you on a nude beach, I mean, I trust you."

That was quite a little speech, besides being semi confessional it was giving me the go ahead to ask for more nude photos.

"Can we make them bigger?" she asked, nodding at the photos she'd chosen.

I struggled to pop the cork off, and poured the wine.

"Yes, if you want, we can get things done up to A0 size.

"How big's that?"

"I think about a metre, I think A2's will suit you, then we can get them framed."

She was guiding me back to the bed as we talked, still holding the two glasses.

"You get on, then you can take the glasses while I get on."

We swapped things round as we both settled next to each other.

"This must be nice for watching TV in bed."

"I suppose so, I don't watch much, and then it's downstairs on the big screen."

We sat there and made small talk about 'what ever happened to X' as we remembered old times. Neither of us went anywhere near our breakup.

She made another bong each when the wine ran out, she sat facing me, her legs crossed at the ankles as she busied herself with the bong, I had a view up of the hair creeping round the side of her panties. 

The beast, my cock, was thickening. I half turned/rolled and slipped my hand down to point it straight up, the safest option. I put my glass safe with the other, dregs still in the bottom. When I rolled back she was screwing it back down.

She gave me the first hit again, then after rebuilding had her own.

She leant back on her arms, throwing her breasts up and proud, my cock was getting rapidly hard now, I could feel it swelling into my waistband.

She came and lay next to me, head on the pillow looking up.

"I don't know how to say thank you,"

"You don't have to, friends help each other out."

"Well when you come to build your dream house, I'll do it for you," she said, with a smile in her voice. "What would you like it to look like?"

We talked a little about 'green' houses, she encouraged me to slip down next to her and we lay side by side, my cock staying hard imagining making love.

She propped herself up on one elbow turning over me. "Thanks again for doing this for me." She put her hand on my chest and slid it up over my shoulder as she bent in to kiss me on the forehead. 

When she drew back my sweatshirt had ridden up over my stomach. The top of my cock was sticking out above my waistband. She saw it and reached out to touch.

"Hello my old friend."

She smoothed it, rubbing the palm of her hand over the engorged head. An involuntary 'Ah' escaped my lips as I trembled at her light caress. For a brief moment my hopes surged, my arms jerked slightly as I instinctively started to reach for her.

Even as I looked over at her I could see that 'I shouldn't have done that' look come over her face at my reaction and she caught what she was doing. She pulled her hand back rapidly and the moment had passed, my fantasy crumbling as soon as it had been created.

I was a maelstrom of emotions, I'd hoped deep down that we could reignite the spark and felt guilty about trying. I still wanted her so much yet she was married now and it was unfair that I should tempt her from her husband; I knew I wouldn't like it if she were my wife.

I pulled my sweatshirt back down in an attempt to hide my aroused state, a warm red flush coming to my cheeks. My embarrassment at revealing how much she still turned me on coupling with the fear she'd never want to see me again. 

"Right, I'd better be going," she said with a slight blush coming to her face.

With Glynda gone I reflected on our parting, perhaps it was for the better, our brief encounter had put more distance between us. I should move on with my life before it ended in tears and sleepless nights again.

I turned my mind to Bri coming round tomorrow morning but the image of Glyn still stuck there. Leaving me wondering about the significance of the few words 'Hello my old friend'..

She came with her mother, nearer half ten, she'd phoned earlier to say she'd have a lift over but I'd have to drop her back. The front door was open as my Mam waited on her Mam and she came right up, she was wearing an armless summer dress, even with the threat of more rain.

I was busy on the computer, but I heard her coming up the stairs and was at the door as she walked in.

"So, what's the important thing about the shoot, you got to bring your own camera man?"

"No, it's even worse than that, they want me to shave down under, not my bush on top but all the hair round my fanny."

It took a second to parse. "You want me to shave you?"

"Well, yes and no, shaving down there can give you rashes, and you can get in-growing hairs. I want you to help me wax; I'm not brave enough to pull it off myself."

"That's all?"

"Well you can kiss it better afterwards if you want...," she said, leaving the answer begging as she looked me in the eye.

I didn't answer her, out staring her till she glanced away. I wondered myself if I could resist the temptation.

She went and stood by the bed, pulling the dress off, then she pushed her panties down as she sat. When they cleared her feet she opened her legs wide and pointing said.

"All under here has to come off, they want me to 'Barber' the top as well."

I watched as she explained.

"I've got these wax strips from the chemists, there made for bikini wax's so shall we start, Oh, and I'll probably scream or at least shriek when you do it, so don't tell me just give one big pull."

I felt sorry for her, she was definitely not enjoying it, I used four strips to clear her pussy lips, she had tears in her eyes after the fourth. I got up and gave her a hug, holding her and rubbing her back, she wrapped her arms firmly around me, nestling into my chest.

When she was calmed again I had to sculpt a triangle from the front, we laid it with care, getting a good outline by parting the hair. Then she had a little notch put in the top.

She went and admired herself in the mirror.

"This is the first time I've ever cut it, it looks quite cute." 

She turned and faced me.

"What do you think?"

It didn't look as sexy to me, but then I'm a purest.

"It looks ok to me, you can see it more clearly now so it's better to photograph." And easier to lick, I thought.

She came over, rubbing herself.

"Feel how smooth it is."

"Bri, come on you can get dressed again, if you want to admire yourself you can do it at home."

She looked at me.

"A girl can try."

Then she went and picked up her panties. I carried on packing her extra stuff away, throwing the used strips in the bin, then thinking better of it and packing them as well.

When she was dressed I walked her to my van, dropping her off at the bus stop around the corner. Giving her a peck on the cheek and wishing her luck for her first time as a professional, earning her own money.

I had the rest of the weekend free, at least of the girls, I still had my studies.

Monday at just past four, Bri rang me.

"Garry, you know the photos for my portfolio, he wants to buy them, he'll give us five hundred apiece for them, here, he wants to speak to you."

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello, are you the photographer?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to sell me the copyright for those photos?"

"Not really, she'll need them again maybe."

"She can keep them in her portfolio; I only want them for the web"

"Oh, I don't know."

He eventually offered a thousand apiece, which I accepted. Briallan would sign as my proxy and I would email him my agreement to her as proxy. She would be bringing home three thousand, and any extra she earned today.

I phoned her two hours later, thinking she should be well finished by then, she answered.

"I've got the money. Wait a minute till I'm outside." I'd expected to hear her all excited but her voice was anything but.

My phone rang a few minutes later.

"Yes."

"Garry, you wouldn't believe the photos they took today. They were all of my fanny, they had me pulling my lips apart, and then they wanted to know if I would do a little film for them, a voyeur clip about ten minutes long. They wanted me to walk into a room and strip and paint my nails with my foot up on the dressing table."

"Whoa, slow down."

"Oh Garry, you're going to take my photos in future, I'm not coming back here again."

"It's ok Bri, listen phone me when you get home, ok?" I calmed her. "We can sort it out; you've got three thousand that should do for a while. We can carry on taking photos and fucking if you want. We could get at least five hundred each, which would be ok."

"Oh, Garry, you're my hero, we could do two a month."

I laughed. "Two sessions at once is ok."

"We'll talk when I get home, I'm going to Glynda's first she should be home by the time I get back."

It seemed the ideal situation had been forced upon us, turning each other on during shooting would make for better sex than just meeting and fucking.

I carried on with my work, but unbeknown to me at the time I was the subject of discussion when the two sisters met.



Garwyli 04



Three's a crowd

Briallen was waiting in her car for her sister to arrive home; the news that she had for her was bursting to get out. She had her portfolio with her and was about to reveal a secret. 

As Glynda pulled up she was out of the car.

"Hi, Bri, what're you doing here? I was going to phone you later on, I've decided something."

Bri hurried over. "I've got three thousand in my bag."

"How? Where? Did you get that?"

"From the photographs, I went over for a shoot today, Waunarlwydd just outside Swansea. Ug, never again."

"Why what happened?"

She told her the story of the session over a cup of tea, half way through Glynda took her upstairs and made a bong for the pair of them.

"So Garry took some more of you, and those are the ones you sold."

"Yes, and he'll take more and we'll have great sex again. I think I might see if he'll marry me, I know he likes me and I think I can make him love me."

"Oh god Bri, we're in trouble. I'm going to leave Davyth, I was going to talk to Garry and ask him for a second chance. Davyth turned into a slob, he's got to girlfriends hidden away, he thinks. I've had enough, it's time to move on. I still half love Garry and I think he still loves me."

She looked at Bri.

"I've talked to old Jenkins, I want to buy Davyth out of the mortgage, give him back the money he's paid in. Then I was going to ask Garry to move in with me."

"Oh, sis, we can't both want him, we can't cut him in half, would you still let him have sex with me when we shoot the photos?"

"Is it sex or do you really want him?"

"I want him, he's sweet and kind, he's just a nice man, I'd marry him and keep him happy if I could. Oh come on, we used to share boys when you were in uni, letting them take me out clubbing."

There was silence for a moment.

"That was because I didn't like those places. This is different, I want to share my life with him."

"We shared our lives growing up, please, his cock's so nice."

"Well..., You could move in with us I suppose, the three of us together for a while, he'd have a couple of free days a month to sleep with you, how's that sound?"

"If you think it'll work, you're so nice to me sometimes. I've got to ring him later, we could ask him then."

"No, don't tell him, wait till I get things sorted out, It's going to mean a big row with Davyth I'm going to throw his two mistresses at him and throw him out, I could say "I'll phone the police and say he's threatening me" if he won't go." she explained. "When he's out I sue for divorce and then I can offer him the couple of thousand he's paid in."

"What if he won't take it, you'll have to sell the house."

"No. We've got negative equity; the house is worth less than the mortgage. If it's sold we'll still owe money. Don't worry, he'll take the money and run." Glyn said confidently

When she phoned me later Bri sounded very excited, talking to me about how she wanted to spend the money, paying down some of her debts but wanting to buy something for me because I made it possible. 

When I persuaded her not to she insisted that she'd at least organise a party with Glynda for me.

I knew that there was more going on than I was being told but I couldn't draw any more information out of her. I'd just have to wait for the party to find out.

The week passed slowly, with my dissertation slowly taking shape, I wanted to get a rough draft ready for a mock presentation, being questioned on the precedents and the like. 

I was also wondering about Glynda, with the chosen pictures being printed it would be at least until next week before I saw her.

I had a good productive session with my tutor in uni, he encouraged me to put more time in studying the parallels between the Australian law and the German in contrast over sentencing. Otherwise I was an easy pass.

I slept in on Saturday morning, the weather was fine with the promise of a cloud free night, and I was set for a little star gazing tonight. I'd gotten up around dinnertime, after a lazy breakfast I was up in my room preparing for tonight's celestial show, by mid-afternoon I was up at the telescope.

I had my camera set up and had finished programming the laptop for tonight's viewing when my phone rang. It was Glynda, she was shouting down the phone about Davyth trying to rape Bri, rather than trying to get her to calm down and explain I was on my way to my van in seconds.

Normally I'm content to amble along at or about the speed limit, today I drove like a demon possessed, it took me all of half an hour to make the normal forty five minute journey. Glynda and Bri's cars were in the drive when I got there so I parked out on the road, rushing up to the house.

Glynda had the door open as I got to it, as I got inside Bri through her arms around me.

"Garry." Was all she said before she started sobbing again.

As I manoeuvred Bri into the living room I was looking in askance at Glynda. 

"Davyth came home drunk with his mates..."

"He tore my blouse open," exclaimed Bri.

"It's alright now, I'm here and you're safe now," I said, rubbing my hands up her back.

I looked at Glynda again.

"One of his butties has seen the shots you took of Bri; he downloaded them and showed them to Di...."

"He called me a slut." She clung tightly to me as I tried to ease us down onto the sofa.

"Bri let me tell him. Anyway, he came to compare the photos with our album; he was just getting it out of the dresser when Bri walked in."

Bri was still clinging tight and I'd ended up with her on my lap, with one arm round my neck and her head pressed against mine. I remember smelling the perfume in her hair.

"When he saw her he said 'How come you strip for strangers and not your brother', I asked him what he was on about, then he took the photos and threw them at me. 'Your little sister's a prick teaser, she walks round here in little skimpy outfits but won't let me touch her'."

I followed her look, the photos were still scattered by the kitchen door.

"Then he tried to rape me," chimed Bri again.

"He grabbed Bri's blouse shouting 'Let's have a fucking look at your tits then', Bri was struggling, I ran over to pull him off and his two mates scarpered, they legged it out the front door and were gone."

I felt Bri's silky hair on my cheek as she rubbed her head against me.

"I pulled at him and with Bri's struggling we got him to the floor, that's when her blouse was ripped. Bri was screaming at him, I was telling him to get out, that I was going to call the police from Maesteg, Bri wouldn't let him get up, and she kicked him three times as he crawled to the front door."

"I thought he would grab me again."

"Then I phoned you."

"Are you going to report him?" I asked.

"Bri doesn't want to, because of the photos."

"It'll be in the Argus, with all my photos and all," she said in a hushed voice.

I turned my head to her, arching my neck away. "It'll be all round the lechers anyway, you know that."

"I don't care about them; I don't want mam to know."

"Ok, so no police then," I said.

I looked at Glynda again.

"He's out; I don't want to see him again. I'm seeing a solicitor on Monday to start divorce proceedings." She had a determined look on her face. "If it was me he'd be in jail now."

I looked at Bri sitting on my lap; her dressing gown was slightly open, enough so that I could see down to her breast. I reached and pulled it shut.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked, looking back at Glynda.

"Could you stay the night with me, in case he comes back," she asked.

"Yes.... Yes of course," I replied, wondering if I had secured the observatory properly, not that it mattered much in current circumstances.

"Bri's staying as well," she informed me.

I looked back at Bri.

"I..., we..., were going to ask you to stay anyway," Bri said

"What tonight?" 

"Bri, not now," Glynda said, coming over and taking one of her hands.

"What, what am I missing?" I asked, bemused.

"Glynda was going to dump Davyth tomorrow." Bri confessed. "She was going to ask you to stay here with her."

I turned and looked at her. "Glyn?"

"Di has been womanising, he has two girlfriends on the side, and I'd decided that enough was enough, I was going to throw him out tomorrow."

"And me and you could move in with her then," said Bri, her voice sounding cheerful for the first time.

"Now wait...."

"It's not like that, I wanted to have a second chance with you, when I met you again I knew I wanted you back, I took a look at my life and decided that Di wasn't worth the effort, he's not going to change so it all came together, I was going to ask you to move in with me.

I didn't quite believe the story. "And Bri?"

"Well, when I told her she said that she was set on marrying you as well, the two of us both want you."

"Glyn...." I started.

"No, listen a minute." Glynda said, cutting in and stopping me.

"On that night I walked out I thought you were talking about a girl called Mary."

"But...."

"No, be quiet and listen. I've been feeling guilty about this for years now." 

I held my tongue and listened, was I finally going to find out what really happened all those years ago?

"We were both drunk, I wanted you to make love to me, but you kept repeating 'Mary'. I got so upset that I ran off, thinking you had another girlfriend. I felt betrayed as I'd just given you my virginity. I cried for days."

She turned her eyes from me.

"Poor mam, she didn't know what was happening, I just told her I didn't want to speak to you ever again, she thought it would blow over so she never pressed me. It wasn't till I met the Reese twins that I found out you'd been telling them that you were going to propose. You wanted to marry me."

She looked at me again. It was all a foolish misunderstanding, Oh, I wished she told me, we'd still be together now with none of these problems.

"I felt such a fool, but you were away at Atlantic, and Jimmy said you had another girlfriend, and I didn't see you again until you came to my wedding."

"I was jealous of him," I said. "I got drunk because you were marrying that idiot, I was angry and upset."

"Well he was charming when I met him, I was sunbathing naked and he handed me a towel."

"So you want me to choose between Bri and you?"

"NO." Both of them chorused.

"We want to share you," Bri said.

"What, the two of you together?"

"If you want," Glynda said. "We both want you; I think you still love me."

I was about to speak but Bri put her finger to my lips. "And I think I can make you fall in love with me as well," she said kissing me on the cheek.

I looked at Glynda. "Yes I'm still in love with you, these past weeks have reminded me how nice you are, I've wanted to hug you and hold you more that you'll know."

"And me?" piped up Bri.

"Bri, you are a sex goddess, like Ashtoreth, making love to you was a 'best ever' for me as well." I said consoling her

"And do you love me?"

"Bri, don't ask me to choose, Glyn is my first love, but yes I'm a little bit in love with you as well, that's why I keep making love to you, besides it being awesome." I said laying it on thick.

Bri put her hand to my cheek and turned my head, kissing me full on the lips, letting her tongue dart inside, Glynda leant over.

"Hey," she said. "It's my turn first."

Bri released me, turning on my lap and sliding the other side of me.

I looked at Glynda, there was six years of love waiting behind the kiss I gave her, as we leant together and I held her head in my hands letting my tongue explore her mouth, Bri was undoing my fly and freeing my cock.

I didn't protest but moved my hands to Glynda's breasts, running them over the fabric and feeling her nipples respond. She helped me take her shirt off as Bri started sucking my tool; I slid her bra up and took my first taste in a long time of Glynda's beautiful orbs.

Bri shifted round off the sofa, dropping to her knees alongside me, I swung my legs round pulling Glyn over, then I reached round behind and found the zipper and loosened it and the button. She twisted so I could pull her skirt down with her panties.

I pulled her further over and squeezed my head between her legs, letting my tongue find the soft waiting folds to bury itself in. I felt her tongue join Bri's as they both licked up and down my cock.

I licked every nook and cranny three times round, letting my tongue tangle her hair, before burrowing through to her clit. I felt a surge of pleasure as my touch made her shiver a little, I played my tongue over it, curling it snuggle around and massaging it.

After four of five strokes she gave another twitch of her hips, I responded by pressing harder, squeezing it as I stroked it. Her legs quivered against my cheeks. I withdrew my tongue and trapped her clit with my lips, squeezing and sucking while my tongue brushed its tip.

She thrust her hips at me, pressing my nose into her folds, I released her clit and let my tongue stroke down the valley of her lips, finding the entrance and dipping into it. The piquancy of her cum flooded my senses, its sweet taste coating my tongue as it pushed deeper.

Her hips were alive, wriggling and pushing against me as I stroked my tongue inside her. My hands holding her thighs could feel the slick perspiration as her legs contorted and squeezed my head. As a stronger shudder wracks her I push my tongue back up to her clit, stroking it again.

Her body tightened, her thighs clamped my head as the muscles under my hands knotted up. 

"Ye-ooow."

As her body softened again I lap at the cum, licking gently between her lips as her full weight fell onto me. She started to lift off me but I held tight, pulling her velvety lips back in reach of my tongue.

"Gar, I want to fuck you." Came her pleading words. 

I let her go and became aware that Bri still licking my cock. As Glyn turned above me Bri stood and came to my head, hand to the back of the sofa as she straddled my head with her thighs, her shaven pussy descending on my waiting mouth.

I could feel Glyn holding my tool and rubbing it over her wet mound, then up into her slit and massaging it on her clit. Then the soft silky feel as she slid down it, her vagina stretching as she pushed down taking it into her.

Bri's shins pinned my shoulders, her feet curling round my head. I brought my arms up over her legs and put my hands into the crease of her crotch. She gave a little wiggle as she settled, brushing the hanging knot of her pussy flaps over my exploring tongue.

I bent my neck and caught them with my lips, sucking them in and squeezing them against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Her cum was sharper, more piquant than Glyn's but delightful none the less, as I sucked and licked the fleshy lobes I felt her fingers pluck at my nipples.

Glyn's tight pussy on my cock was electric; as she pushed down I felt the thrill getting stronger with each stroke. I could hear her little grunts as she took me right in, bouncing on her toes, her knees brushing my sides.

Bri's pussy was better and different with its smooth lips, my tongue found her clit without the tangle of hair to push through; I could already feel her cum flowing around my mouth and nose. As I circled her clit with my tongue I began to brush my fingertips along the inside of her thighs.

With my balls tightening and the glow of pleasure building in my groin, I felt Glyn's first spasm as she let out a lusty yell, her constriction bringing even more pleasure to my enveloped tool as her knees squeeze my sides.

I felt Bri shift her weight forward, her pussy flaps brushing my lips, I push my tongue deep inside them running it down to her entrance as I took them into my mouth again. As I played my tongue around it I felt Bri shudder and jerk as her orgasm started, her cum trickling into my mouth as she pushes against me.

With the two of them sated I feel happy and contented, despite my lack of relief, there'll be time later for my orgasm, time in bed with Glyn making passionate love into the early hours of tomorrow.

Bri was the first to stir, climbing off and bending to hug and kiss me. Then I felt Glyn stir, lifting herself off my half erect cock, and then turning and holding it, I felt the pressure of her lips as she kissed it. Bri turned to face her.

"I know, it's the best fuck I've ever had, he's got the best dick in the world."

I twisted round on the sofa, my cock was still slippery with Glyn's cum as I pulled my shorts up and settled it back inside.

"I need a bong, anyone want to join me," was Glyn's response. 

We all traipsed upstairs to Glynda's bedroom, Bri's naked ass in front of me as we climbed, Glyn was still wearing her bra but she was also nude apart from that. I felt overdressed with all my clothes still on, though my shaft was declaring its interest, tenting in my pants.

While Glyn went to retrieve the bong Bri sat on the side of the bed.

"Why are you still dressed?" Bri asked, looking at me.

"Huh?"

"Come on, I want to see you strip," she said. "Isn't that fair Glyni."

"Isn't what fair?" asked Glyn, turning with the bong in her hand.

"Gary's still dressed and we're both naked."

"Gar, let her undress you, let's make it a nude zone upstairs."

Bri was off the bed and had her hands on my zipper before Glyn had finished. As she undid my jeans I pulled my shirt over my head. Bri squatted at my feet, lifting first one foot and removing my shoe and pants leg before taking the other and leaving me with only my socks on.

I felt her hands sliding up my legs, my cock, already half hard stiffened in front of her face. She looked up at me and licked her lips, then made a pouty little O and leant in to kiss the top of it.

"Come on Bri, there's plenty of time for that later," Glyn said as she walked past us. "Let's get mellow with the bong first."

Bri reluctantly stood up, brushing her hands over it as she did, then leant in and gave me a little kiss. She took my hand and led me to the bed, sitting next to Glyn and pulling me beside her. Glyn built the first one and passed it round to me.

The cord on it was six inches short, I turned sideways and leant over Bri, who put her hand on my shoulder to steady me. When the green light came on I inhaled, sucking it deep into my lungs and holding it.

Passing it back I lay back on the bed and exhaled, now I had time to think there was a lot to think about, I had things arranged just right at home. My computer was plumbed in, the observatory was convenient, and I was really comfortable there, I wondered if I could make this a weekend thing.

I felt Bri snuggle down beside me, cootching up with her head on my shoulder and her leg curled over and between mine, her hand of course was holding my cock.

I heard Glyn sucking at the bong, and then she stood up.

"Hey, if you're going to sprawl all over the bed do it right, come and on lay on it properly," Glyn complained.

I half lifted Bri as I got up to comply, and watched as she crawled over to the far side of the bed. I moved next to her and she once again curled up at the side of me.

Glyn lay down on the other side; I stretched out my arm under her and pulled her tight to me, kissing her forehead as she snuggled to me. I mouthed the words 'I love you' to her and she leant in and kissed my cheek.

I lay there between then, Bri playing idly with my cock whilst I cupped Glyn's breast, brushing it gently with my thumb.

Bri broke the mood up, crawling over our legs to use the bathroom. As she walked out I rolled to face Glyn and wrapped my other arm round her, kissing her properly, full on the lips. She pushed her tongue in and we spent the time happily kissing and caressing till Bri came back.

As Bri scrambled back onto the bed I turned back on my back, pulling Glyn half on top of me and laying my arm out to enclose Bri as she snuggled back up to me. I ran my fingertips lightly up and down Glyns spine, from her shoulders to the crevice of her bum, making her shiver with delight.




Garwyli 04



As my fingers continued to stroke her I could feel the nipple pressed against me getting hard, when my hand reached her bottom again I pressed, urging her up. She moved up putting her free nipple in range of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and softly let it brush over the tip.

Bri took that as a cue to move down the bed and begin tonguing my cock again. As she did Glyn moved over, kneeling astride me and leaning forward putting both breasts in reach. I took one in each hand, thumb and finger squeezing and rolling her nipples, tongue flicking from one to the other.

She put her hands round my neck, thumbs stroking my jaw and ears, her head bent forward and resting on top of mine. Her breasts were firm but yielding under my hands, her nipples like little ripe coffee beans, malleable but resilient as I kneaded them.

I could feel Bri taking me into her mouth, pushing down on it till her gag reflex stopped her. Three times I felt her throat squeeze on my head as she tried to swallow my length.

"Glyn."

"Mmm?" She raised her head from mine.

"How did you deep throat Di Reese?"

I heard her almost silent groan.

"Di Reese was a tiddler compared to Gar's, he was only five or six inches," she explained, lifting herself across me as she turned to face Bri. "Compared to that Gar's got a monster. Here let me try and see if I can do it on him."

She tucked her hair behind her ears and bent forward, replacing Bri's hand with hers. She slid her lips down it, as I felt it touch the back of her throat I felt the muscles work as she swallowed it down. As it was drawn deeper I felt a thrill as it squeezed down tighter than any pussy I'd known.

She pushed right down, sliding her hand to my balls as her mouth brushed my pubic hair, she worked it up and down a little then let it all slide out as she straightened.

"Swallow as it touches the back," she instructed her sister. "Just keep pushing and with a bit of practice you can do it."

I saw Bri look at her with a shade of doubt on her face.

"Just swallow and keep pushing, go on try it." She repeated.

Bri took my cock again, bending and pushing her lips over the head, she moved her head down quickly and I felt my head enter her throat. Her throat constricted pushing back at my head as she retched, she pulled back, letting it slip from her mouth.

"I don't know, when it goes in I want to throw up," she complained.

I pushed myself up on my elbows, watching as she grimaced.

"Honestly sis, it's just a matter of practice, it took me a couple of goes before I could do it easily," she said offering encouragement. "Do you want another bong to relax you more?"

"If it'll help."

"You keep practicing while I build it then."

While Glyn built the bong Bri bent over me again and stuffed my cock back into her mouth. This time she got it a little further down before gagging on it.

"You nearly had it that time," I encouraged her. "That went further in than last time."

She gave me a weak smile.

As she bent over me again I straightened one arm, pushing myself nearly upright and caught her chin with the other, pulling her up out of her kneeling position to meet my lips as I cocked my head to kiss her.

"You don't have to, it nice enough with you just sucking and licking."

"I want to taste it all, I want to feel it throbbing right inside me when you cum."

I thought a second. "If I cum in your mouth will that help it slide down for the rest of the spurts?"

Her face cracked open in a smile. "Could we try that?" she said, sitting back down on her ankles.

She bent and took the head back into her mouth as she began to stroke my cock with her hand. I covered her hand with mine and began to pump harder and faster as she began to bob her head matching my rhythm.

I felt Glyn climb behind me, putting her arms round my waist and kissing and nibbling on my ear. She brought her hands up onto my chest and hugged me.

"I love you," she whispered in my ear, and then kissed the back of my neck.

I felt a surge of excitement run down my cock, adding to the growing ball already there.

"Bri, I'm cumming," I warned her as my hips jerked.

I let go, letting Bri finish the final few strokes, my hips thrust forward with the first spurt filling her mouth, I felt her push down taking my head into her throat and doubling the pleasurable sensations as it slid smoothly down inside her.

The pleasure was exquisite as I came again and again inside her. With the third one she pulled back, gasping for air, letting the cum dribble out down her chin as the weakening steam splashed over her lips.

As she recovered her breath she was scooping it back into her mouth with her fingers.

"Oh god that was wonderful."

She launched herself at me, her arms encircling both me and Glyn around the neck. I lay back weakly letting Glyn take my weight as I recovered, with my heart thumping and my breath coming in short gasps

"I want to do that again" she declared. "Oh god you have such a wonderful prick."

She kissed me, starting on my cheek and then my lips, urgently pushing her tongue inside to stroke and play with mine, bringing her hands to hold the back of my head as she pressed her mouth to mine.

I felt Glyn's arms slipping back and caught her wrists pulling them back round me again.

Bri released me, leaning back and looking down at my deflating cock, as she sat back on her heels she reached with both hands and cradled it, bending and licking the stray dribble seeping from it.

I brought Glyn's hands up, kissing each on the palm before releasing them. I felt her breasts squash against my back, her nipples two pinpoints of pressure as she grasped and hugged me again.

Bri straightened and looked at me, giggling she leant forward and licked my cheek. I looked as her as she leant back again.

"There was a bit of cum where I kissed you before," she explained, smiling at me.

From over my shoulder Glyn asked. "Do you want that bong?"

"Well." Her eyes went to my cock. "There's nothing else to suck, is there?"

She turned and slid her legs off the bed, as Glyn behind me turned and twisted, leaning over to the bedside cupboard, I lay back with Glyn's feet just at my shoulder. I heard the click as she turned it on.

"Green light yeah," she intoned, repeating the instructions more as a ritual than as an order.

Glyn shuffled round still on her knees her peach sized breasts with their still pert nipples giving a slight bounce as she settled back on her ankles. I shifted slightly across and brought my arm over, resting it palm up along her legs, fingers lying curled back against her bush.

She slid her hand in mine, a big smile on her face, then releasing it; she uncurled her legs and straightened out next to me. I pulled my arm up from between us and tucked it round her shoulder, turning to face her.

Our heads came together as we kissed, my free arm circling her waist and pulling her to me.

"Well I've had my fun, I'll leave you two love birds to get reacquainted," Bri said, amusement colouring her words. We pulled apart guiltily, Glyn turning to look over her shoulder at her.

"Sorry Bri, but it's been a long time and we're falling in love again." She said as she rolled over completely to face her sister. 

"It's ok, honest," she said, then with a cheeky grin. "But I get him tomorrow night."

Glyn laughed. "Ok deal."

She turned back to face me, putting a leg through mine and her hand curling around my shoulder When she had settled her head against my cheek, she whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry I messed up our last time, but this time it's for keeps my Garwyli. Thanks for helping Bri."

"Glyni, you can keep me forever, you don't know how much I missed you, and it was all over a silly misunderstanding. That was really the worse part, not knowing what I'd done, you know I haven't been that drunk ever since, I've always stopped after two or three, even when it was good wine."

"Oh Gar, I really am sorry, I was as upset as you were, I couldn't believe you'd go with another girl after we'd made love, I spent the last week of exams wetting my panties when I thought about the end of school. My waiting to show you I really loved you was into days and hours."

She snuggled her head against me then rolled slightly back, running her hand down my arm and taking my hand to her breast. I pulled her back against me and kissed her, my lips moving with hers as our tongues intertwined.

I could feel my cock thickening pressed against her thigh, she felt it to and moved her hand between our bodies to grasp it.

She leant back. "Bri's in love with your cock," she said softly.

"I know, I was a little worried earlier, when I was praising her, I hoped you wouldn't take it wrong but she needed reassuring that I liked her too. I was only going to see her once a month, ration her so she still had a life. Now I can only hope she tires of it from overuse," I whispered back. "I really do like her, but I don't think she's right for me."

"Poor Bri, I felt sorry for her, she so much wanted to have you love her and want her, I'm afraid if we get lovey dovey that you'll have to get lovey dovey with her as well, otherwise she'll feel like we're rejecting her, and I don't want that. Can you live with that; make her believe you love her as well?"

"If it means getting you as well then I'll be especially attentive, she's really into sucking my cock, she almost prefers it to fucking, a sixty nine is her favourite, then she'll ride me till she cums again." I remarked. "She can just suck it for hours keeping me nice and hard."

"All that licking and sucking doesn't get you off?" she asked surprised.

"Well yes, it feels absolutely deliciously gorgeous, but it takes a long while to bring me to orgasm. You have to stroke it as well to get me there quickly."

"You know you're the first boy I've had go down on me in, oh, four years I think, either it's better than I remember or your good at it."

"I just like the taste and texture, and it's really nice making you cum, the more pleasure I give the more you give back, it's a win win for me."

"With a dick like yours to satisfy them I bet you had them flocking round."

"No, I only ever had one girl do that, and when I fucked her she went round bragging about it. After the trouble it caused I didn't bother again, I just got on with my work."

"How long is it since you had sex then, beside Bri that is?"

"About the same as your last Cunnilingus."

"I didn't sleep with Di for the last year and a half; all he wanted was 'Wham Bam Thank you ma'am'. He thought he had the right one night and I moved to the spare bedroom, we've done it on special occasions, Xmas and birthdays but he always wants to paw me and in five minutes it's over.

She rolled onto her back, her nipples softened to small round nubs of wrinkled skin atop her smooth mounds. I put my hand across and cupped one; she gave a little squeeze on my cock.

"Can you make love to me now; I mean is your dick ready if it's hard again?"

"Do you want the deluxe or the express?"

She gave a little giggle. "Deluxe, with no expense spared."

I rolled on all fours above her, bending to lick one of her nipples; it grew hard as my tongue massaged it. She put her hands up on my head, digging her fingers through my hair.

"I love you, your perfect for me, I want you forever," She sighed.

I raised my head and moved to kiss her.

"And I want you forever." I said before our lips met and our tongues tangled.

As our kiss ended I licked down her chin and onto her chest, letting my tongue trail down between, in the valley, I was slowly sitting back pressing my hard cock against her mound. As it pressed against it she gave a little wiggle as the shaft pushed down on her clit.

I rocked my head, letting my tongue travel half way up each breast before letting it take one, circling it a few times before running it over, pressing down so the nipple half folded. Her hands stroked my ears as she gave a little groan.

My hand found her free nipple and began to tug and twist on that, her body gave a jerk as she shivered with delight. She began grinding her pussy against my tool. She began to wriggle as the pleasure flooded through her.

"Oh god Gar, give me the express, I want you inside me now."

As she was asking I moved till my helmet was nestling in her bush.

"Open your legs."

As she opened her legs I swung mine inside hers and let my cock play at her lips as I sought to find her entrance, it slipped inside to a wet warm welcome, worming its way deep inside as I pulled my head back up towards her breasts.

She let out a sighed 'oh' as she shuddered. Her feet slipping over my calves and her hands on my shoulders, as she pushed back against me. I began to fuck her slowly, swinging my hips as I used the whole length, feeling her hips move with mine, and rising to meet mine as I pushed in.

As I got faster a mini orgasm hit her, with her back arching up and a cry coming shuddering out of her.

"Y-y-y-es-s-s."

As she collapsed back my cock slipped out, I pushed it back trying to fine the sweet spot.

""Wait!... Wait, let me turn over and we can do it doggy style," she asked, already pulling her legs up in the air as I backed off coming to my knees.

She turned and thrust her ass up, legs open and the pink lips wide to receive me. I shuffled forwards, taking hold of my head and pushed it into her soft wet lips and put my hands on her hips. I began slowly again, long deep strokes as I got the measure of the swing.

She started groaning again, twisting her head on her hands as she rested on them. I brought my hands in, my thumbs caressing her coccyx, as I increased the pace, drawing yet more guttural syllables from her as she started panting.

She straightened as I felt the pressure of her contracting vagina, the rippling muscles sending a thrill down the length of my cock. She let out a throaty screech, like some feral creature of the night. I slowed to a gentle rock of an inch or so as her hips stilled and her head lay back down.

"Oh Gar, oh god Gar," she sobbed.

I started again moving straight into high gear once more. She pushed herself up on her hands, moving in unison as our flesh slapped against each other, she giving a little grunt as we met. Fifteen or twenty strokes later she collapsed on her hands again as the second orgasm took her.

I continued through as the pressure on my cock brought my orgasm surging forward. Another two strokes saw me sinking my fingers into her yielding flesh as I came, emptying my load as my hips jerked against her.

I sagged onto her, trying to hold it in, she leant back against me pushing down on it as she straddled me, sitting on my lap. As we both caught our breath, I brought my hands around brushing them over her breasts, feeling her nipples hard as my hand moved across them.

She rubbed her back against me; her hands lightly grasped my wrists as I centred her nipples in my palms and started to roll them round,

"Ummmm, I'll give you an hour to stop that," quoting the old joke.

I smiled and bent my head around to nibble on her ear. She pulled away and turned her head and we kissed awkwardly. She laughed and I felt it slip out.

"Oh, that's not fair," she exclaimed.

"We can do it again in an hour, you can go on top, and I'll lick you to the first orgasm like downstairs."

She turned and hugged me, sat on my lap pressing her head to my chest.

"Are you sure, that's three times already?"

"You're like built in Viagra for me, seeing you there naked before me is making me feel randy, my erection is already struggling to come back."

She shifted on my lap, sliding off my knees and bending her head to look.

"Give it time to recover. Put your dressing gown on, I'll grab my shorts, we'll go and grab a coffee."



Garwyli 05



King of the castle?

We both got up and dressed, downstairs Bri was watching TV.

"That was quick," she commented as we entered the room.

"It was long enough for a round one. What you watching?"

"Oh, some old detective thingy, why do you want to watch anything?"

"Put VH1 on, there's usually some nice music on at this time."

She thumbed through the menus selecting the channel.

"You don't take sugar do you?" Glyn shouted from the kitchen.

"No, just milk."

Bri patted the seat next to her, I gave a little shake of the head, looked toward the kitchen.

I looked back. "Tomorrows our turn."

Glyn brought the coffee in on a tray and I joined her on the other sofa, as I looked up Bri wrinkled her nose up at me at my choice of seats.

"Hey, I remember that song, that was at the junior prom, when I had that silly crush on Billy, I was only eleven then, but he had this brand new BMX I used to ride on the pegs at the back." Glyn said.

I remembered it to, playing on the little home construction radio that I built, my mind went back to that Christmas and the excitement of hearing it work the first time.

We lay back watching as the music filled the silence.

"Anyone want another bong?" Glyn asked, getting up.

"No not yet," Bri replied.

"I'll have one," I chimed in.

Glyn, half way to the door already, turned and smiled at me. "I knew you would, I'd better phone Owain at the garage and get some more on order."

While she ran back upstairs Bri came over and sat next to me.

"I want to try a deep throat again," she said resting her hand over my cock.

"Bri," I said softly. "Tomorrow. Then you can do it all morning if you want."

I watched the smile on her face fade and grow."From when we wake up?"

"Yes, we can make it from, say, nine till nine. Tomorrow at nine I'm here to please you, can you wait that long?"

"Mmm, that's eleven hours from now."

She lay back against the sofa, dragging her hand off me.

We heard Glyn coming back down, she leant over and kissed my cheek as she stood.

"I'm counting from now," she said as she walked back to the other sofa.

"Counting what?" Glyn asked as she walked in.

"Counting down till it's her turn," I replied. "She gets me from nine tomorrow morning."

She gave me a nice smile as she put the bong and things on the coffee table, brushing past me as she went to plug it in.

"There's some wine under my bed, be a love Gar and go and get a bottle," she asked me, as she turned and walked back. "You can pop it in the freezer for ten minutes."

I stood and went to retrieve the wine, wondering what sister to sister chat was being whispered while I was gone.

Glyn had the bong ready for me when I returned, bending and lowering it as I stepped over the wire and sat beside her. Flipping the switch she passed it over; then laid back with her legs over me, her dressing gown falling open to reveal her hairy mound.

I watched the red light, leaning back into the corner and swinging my legs up next to hers. With the green light I sucked it in, I turned to pass it back as I exhaled.

"No, put it on the table, I'll wait for the wine."

I leant forward putting it on the table, as I did she squeezed one foot under my leg and up to nestle against my balls and thigh. When she wiggled her toes it almost tickled.

I lay back and listened to the music.

After ten minutes Glyn stirred herself.

"Time to get the wine from the fridge."

She came back in with the bottle and three glasses, the corkscrew hanging from her little finger. She opened and poured, Bri coming over to take her glass. Then she lay back down and wriggled her foot back under, putting the heel of the other into my crotch.

"Pass me the bong, Gar love."

I leant over and grabbed it, passing it to her. She put it by her side and stretched over and retrieved the weed and ashtray. I watched her as she meticulously cleaned and refilled it, switching it on as she put it on the table and cleared the rest of the things from her midriff. 

She inhaled it when it was ready.

"Anyone else wants one they can help themselves," she stated as she put it back down.

We sat (or lay), quietly for a half hour or so, slowly drinking the wine and listening to the music. Bri was curled up on the other sofa, Glyn pouring herself another glass; she was covered up, not by design but covered up none the less.

I could see a half of a rising mound of one breast and I started to wish for the collar to slip back and reveal more. I put my hand on her foot in my lap, stoking and rubbing it absentmindedly as I thought about making love to her again, tasting her sweet pussy again.

"What you doing?" she asked, straight out of Phinius and Ferb.

Thinking about you and later," I replied, lifting her foot and kissing the sole.

She wriggled her foot in my grasp, shaking her dressing gown apart and revealing her pussy again.

"Oh, that tickles."

I stuck my tongue out and licked it.

"Mmm, that's nicer."

She twisted slightly and the collar slid free, leaving her boob exposed.

I brought the foot lower, and started licking then sucking her toes.

"Ohhh, that feels so sexy."

"Are you two lovebirds going to start here?"

Bri's question, even though she asked in jest, cut between us, and Glyn pulled her foot back slightly, even though I could see that her nipple had hardened, with her areole swelling as well, like a small cone atop the round of her breast, her nipple a dark pink berry on the top.

I felt the involuntary swell of my cock, getting hard between my thighs, and eased my legs apart to let it rise up above them. Glyn looked as I moved, her eyes widening slightly as she saw my rising tent. She pulled her foot down and curled her toes against it.

She gently rocked her foot on her heel, letting the toes brush along the shaft, making it swell to fully erect as the leg of my shorts slid down it. As I looked at her she mouthed the words 'Round two'. 

"Gar, shall we go upstairs and cuddle?"

She pulled her foot out and turned sideways sitting on the edge of the seat, my hard on was stuck right out as I rose, I could see Bri watching it intently. Glyn held her hand up and I grasped it, pulling her barely as she stood beside me.

"Goodnight Bri," she said.

"Yeh, goodnight, see you in the morning," I added.

She smiled at me, licking her lips suggestively. "Yeh, goodnight," she said, then looking at me. "I'm still counting."

As we got out the door Glyn dropped my hand and grasped my cock.

"Wait," she whispered, and bent and gave my bell end a quick half suck half kiss. Then she stood and pulled me by the cock up the stairs. 

Into her room and she threw herself onto the bed.

"Will you lick my toes again, I really liked that, it's a tickly tingly feeling that turns me on," she asked.

I sat at her feet, resting one against my cock and taking the other to my lips. I kissed her big toe and took it into my mouth, licking it round then stroking the bottom. She shivered at the deliciousness of the feeling.

"Oh god, oh that feels so nice."

I popped the toe and ran my tongue around the other four.

"Oh, give me your foot," she said pulling my sock of. "See if you think it's nice as well."

She dragged my foot up, licking the sole first as I had done. Then she started sucking on my big toe; it was nice, but there was no sexual thrill, just a nice almost ticklish feeling.

I looked up towards her and held my foot stiff.

"No, you must have a foot fetish," I said with a grin, holding her foot at my lips.

"Shall I try it with the both of them?" I asked her, reaching to take the foot from my crotch.

While she was pondering I had both big toes in my mouth. I knelt up, to get a better angle, dangling my cock to reach her knees. She opened them slightly and let it fall between them, bending them slowly as she ground the head between them.

After a minute or so she pulled her feet away. "Time to sample the rest of me."

She opened her legs as I knelt and bent between them, swirling my tongue in the hair above her clit, letting it brush it more as I tasted her cum. I inched down, first just brushing the hood then curling my tongue and pressing against it.

My hand caressed her cheek as I slid it round to find her slit and start fingering inside her, getting one, then two fingers in, I began rubbing over her G spot, hoping to find it, a few circles later she gasped and I marked the position. 

"Umm..., Umm...."

She ground her hips round. I stopped smoothing and began to finger fuck her, sucking and nipping her clit. I looked up at her writhing form, she was pulling and twisting her nipples, then smoothing her hands over them then pulling again.

She let out a wail. "Oh-oh-oh-ooh."

I felt her vagina tighten on my fingers while she thrust her hips in the air. I leant back, letting my fingers bring her down slow, moving my thumb to tease her clit while my fingers stroked only an inch.

She looked up at me as she caught her breath, I'd been watching her breasts rise and fall, wanting to take them next, I'd not had a good play with them yet. 

"Lay down, I want to suck you next."

"No you lay down and I'll get on top, its better that way."

She straightened herself while I turned to sixty nine her, I eased myself over her, letting her take my dangling cock and move it to her mouth. As she started sucking and licking my cock I leant forwards, letting my tongue make a furrow through her pubes as it sought out her clit again.

I started licking at it, over and across, then round and round it. Her hips started to rise and I pushed hard with my tongue squishing it beneath the tip. She wriggled her hips against me, relaxing back to the bed. 

She stretched her arms around my waist, letting my cock slip right into her mouth, then swallowing it down and giving it four strokes before backing off and releasing it. As she gasped for breath I pushed in and took her clit in my teeth, rocking my jaw to roll it slightly.

Underneath me I could feel her knuckles brushing my abs as she massaged and tormented her nipples. Though it had been only minutes she was peaking again, her hips were jerking and her grip on my cock tightened.

I moved my head forward, lapping at the cum oozing from her lips. As I ran my tongue over and inside I felt her revive, take my cock and rub it over her lips, licking it before taking it back into her mouth. 

I sent my tongue inside seeking her entrance and the source of the elixir, driving my tongue in as it found it. I felt her body tense again, her hips thrusting against me. This time I slowed down, withdrawing my tongue and gently stroking her labia, they were too small to suck in.

She was licking my cock inside her mouth, her teeth catching on the rim as she licked my frenum. I felt the beginnings of the urge. I raised myself up, pulling away from her pussy as my cock came out of her mouth.

I arched my body, bringing my leg over her.

"Up on your knees again, I need to fuck you now." I told her.

She complied, turning and offering her ass. I moved close guiding my tool in, I pushed it slowly in up to the hilt, letting it slowly fill her as I shuffled again to get comfortable. I leant forwards on her reaching under to grasp her breasts as I swivelled my hips slightly to move it around in her.

I played with her nipples as I ground my hips into her butt.

"Oh god," she said hoarsely. "Fuck me hard Gar, make this the best."

I leaned back, grasping her hips now and began to measure my length, stroking faster as I built up the rhythm. She started grunting with every thrust again, resting her forehead on her hands again. I lifted my hands to her back, drawing my fingernails down to her waist.

A minute went by till her next orgasm drove her grunts to incoherence, her butt pressed hard against me as she writhed around, my cock squeezed as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I slowed and shortened my stroke, pursuing my own needs as well as hers.

As she calmed I began to seek my own release, staying shallow and fast, stirring my seed into action. As I pounded her the ball of pleasure grew. I slammed my hips into her as my hips jerked with my ejaculation, gripping her sides as I pulled her onto me.

I was spent, I lay across her back gasping, holding my groin against her as my tool shrinks back and her vagina slowly pushes me out. When it plops I push myself up and moved to lay beside her as she straightened and turned, we lay face to face and I reached out and cupped her cheek.

"I'm glad we got this second chance," I said tenderly.

"This chance has mindblowingly good sex, imagine if it was like that for our first time."

She gave a little giggle. "God, we wouldn't have left the bedroom."

I thought back to the first time to, the fumbling with the condom, her hymen had gone, at least I'd not felt the expected resistance and there was no pain or bleeding. She'd played with my cock to get me really hard, sucking it as well like she usually did.

That was as far as we'd gone before, sucking and licking till I came, then she came while she was still sucking the last out. Some times, when we sat in at the corner table in the café, she'd slip her shoes of and put her feet in my lap, getting me a hard on and then playing with it with her toes.

Our first time was announced and planned by her, in her bedroom on a Saturday, when the match was on, no one would have any time to disturb us and the noise downstairs would also cover us.

We went in the back way, past the dogs in the yard, luckily they did no more than look expectantly at us and just wagged their tails. We were in in secret, up the stairs and into the bedroom, she asked to see the condoms and I gave her the pack of three from the gents downstairs the day before.

She locked the door and we both stripped, she licked and sucked at it, then when I was nice and hard she tried to put the condom on, she stretched the first one to much and it ripped, she gave me some more head to harden me again as she was ready with the second one. 

It slipped on as she rolled it down with her two hands, with it on I could feel the band three quarters down, I wondered about its size, the packet had said extra large. She smeared the baby oil over it as I lay down then straddled me and lowered herself onto it like as if it was a dildo. 

She leant forward and let it slide in slowly, letting it feel its way up, I saw the condom slip inside her as the pleasure and joy at us finally fucking laid me back to enjoy it. My last idle thought was wondering if it was on firm enough to take going inside her.

She pounded me fast and furious, getting me excited very quickly, she herself was panting and squealing as she performed on top of me. She came first, followed by me a few short seconds later as her contractions milked the seed from me.

She got off almost immediately, letting my cock and its bag of sperm swinging from the end splash down on my stomach, then she picked the towel from the side of the pillow and wiped herself. I rolled the condom off and walked it over to the bin.

We spent a lot of time under the bedsheets playing with each other till about five, when the results came on and we snuck out again.

Glyn was sleeping gently curled up alongside of me, I moved her over with me then stretched over and flicked the other half of the duvet over us.

The pounding on the door woke me, as well as Glyn sitting up, without thinking I knew it was Davyth, I was up and out of bed as he started shouting. I turned the hall light on, opening the door with the safety chain still on.

"Yes Di," I shouted through

"Let me fucking in, I want my cunting clothes," he bellowed back through the gap. His face contorted as I peered round at him. I heard a sound behind and turned to find Bri at my back, she'd brought a towel and was wrapping it round me.

"Go away Davyth, before we call the police on you." She shouted. "I could still have you charged for what you did."

Above us I heard Glyn's voice. "Here's your bloody stuff, take it and good riddance."

I heard the thud of a suitcase hitting the path, then saw through the frosted hall window his clothes come fluttering down, colours distorted garish by the street light outside. I closed the door on his mumblings; Bri threw her arms round my neck.

"Thank you for being here, I knew he'd come back."

As she was stretching up to kiss me Glyn came naked down the stairs.

"I hope that's the last we see of him, I'll take the rest of his clothes round to his pregnant girlfriend in the morning."

Bri continued with her kiss, pressing her leg between mine. Our lips rolled together as out tongues entwined, with the feel of her hard nipples pressed into my chest my cock began to twitch again against her leg.

"Come on lets get back to bed, the excitements over for tonight," Glyn said turning to the stairs.

I hurriedly finished the kiss with Bri and turned and followed. As I mounted the first step Glyn turned and looked, I reached to grab the banister and the towel fell off. Bri behind me giggled and Glyn began to smile.

"What," I said as I bent for the towel; they could both see I was sporting a half erection, my cock sticking out in front of me.

It's nearly my turn, can we share him till the morning," she asked, looking up at Glyn.

"Oh, alright, we can both suck him off." She said blandly.

Bri stepped beside me and took hold of my cock, walking with me as we climbed the stairs.

Back in the bed we climbed under the duvet, both girls folding it back as they knelt over my cock and put their hands around it. Bri took the first turn, licking round it as she pushed it through her lips. I lay back and let both girls worship it with their tongues and lips, thinking a bong would be nice now.

It took them twenty minutes of patient attention till I came; a thin gruel which both girls shared with kisses, then the three of us cuddled up and pulled the covers up.

I backed Glyn, with my hand cupping her breast, and Bri backed me, her hand grasping my now flaccid cock. We drifted off to sleep without another word being spoken.

Finis