Lynda was up bright and early the next morning. She put on her other matching bra and panty sets then pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt. She went downstairs and found her father already dressed and making breakfast. "How long you been having fun?" he asked.

"Huh?" Lynda asked puzzled.

"You know, touching yourself like you were last night when I came in," he explained.

Lynda blushed slightly. Her father obviously didn't object to her little "games" but she hadn't talked about it to anyone. "About a month I guess."

"I didn't realize you were so grown up," he commented. Lynda smiled at the compliment. "Do you have an orgasm too? You know what that is, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy, of course I do... and I do have them!" Lynda boasted.

"Wow! You're really becoming a young lady. You're wearing bikini panties, a bra, and you can orgasm. I know you haven't had a boy put his penis in you but have you done anything with boys yet?" he asked.

"No... I've touched them but only at Don's," Lynda coyly answered.

"Well, you've got plenty of time," her father told her as he put breakfast on the table. The conversation about boys ended and the two talked about school as they ate. Once finished, they cleaned up and went to the photographers.

"Hi Lynda. Glad you decided to let me photograph you again," Don greeted. "Your Dad told me you now wear a bra. I know how nice they look on you but we're going to take some more pictures of you like we did last time. Your bra will make lines in your skin so why don't you take your clothes off so you'll photograph nice. There's a robe over there you can put on for now."

Lynda looked over to where Don had pointed and saw a rope draped over a chair. She walked over, stripped out of her clothes, placing them on the chair, then put the robe on. "You can wait in there. You'll be more comfortable in the chairs. There's a monitor so you can watch if you like," Don told Lynda's father. As he was leaving the studio, Don asked Lynda, "Do you want to see the pictures from the last time? The catalog pictures aren't there but the others are."

"Yeah!" Lynda exclaimed excitedly. Don handed her an album. Lynda sat down on the floor and started through it. She was amazed as she looked at the pictures. She expected to see a little girl with no clothes on but instead she saw what looked like a very sexy nude Lynda. "Can I have some of these?" she asked Don.

"Sure," he chuckled, "but not those ones. They're proofs. Look on the back of each one and you'll see a number. Just write down the number of the ones you want and I'll print them for you before you leave today. OK?"

Lynda nodded and took some paper and a pen which Don handed her. Once again she turned her attention back to the pictures, studying each and writing down the number of the ones she especially liked. She was so engrossed in the pictures, she hadn't noticed anyone come in until Don called her name. Looking up, she saw a boy.

"Lynda, this is Wayne. He'll be posing with you today," Don introduced.

"Hi," Lynda smiled looking at this new boy. He looked a few years older than she was. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and Lynda thought he was quite handsome. The boy said "Hi" back and started undressing. Lynda's eyes widened as his pants dropped to the floor. Even in his underpants she could tell he was bigger than the other boy had been. She almost gasped when he was completely nude. She had thought Bruce's erection was big but it wasn't nearly the size of Wayne's. Even his balls were bigger and his sack hung down lower.

"OK, let's get going," Don instructed. "Lynda, just throw the robe over there out of the way." She did as instructed and Wayne smiled. It made Lynda feel nice the way he smiled at her nude form. Don posed them beside each other and shot a few pictures, reposed them, and shot a few more.

After taking the first roll of pictures, Don reloaded his camera. As he did, he gave instructions for his next set. "OK. Lynda, the next set is going to have some touching. Wayne will be touching you but don't worry, you'll be touching him later. Wayne, move behind Lynda and put your left hand on her left breast; put your right hand between her legs from the front."

Wayne did as he was instructed. Lynda giggled as his hand cupped her pussy. It actually felt kind of nice. "OK. Lynda, put your left hand on his and your right hand on your hip... That's it. Great!" Don exclaimed as he took a few pictures. Don reposed then several ways as he continued to take pictures.

Every time Wayne's hand would cup her almost bald pussy, Lynda would giggle. Wayne started giggling too. Soon it became more fun for both of them. When Wayne would cup her, he would give her a little nudge. Lynda would laugh saying, "Don't!" but not really meaning it. Even when she turned to face him for different poses, if he had a free hand, it would find its way to her slit. Lynda was having fun and would spread her legs just enough so Wayne would get a good feel.

As the session continued, Wayne got bolder. During one picture when Lynda was facing away from the camera, he slipped his finger into her. This time Lynda didn't giggle but she did look up at him with a big smile. She was getting aroused. On the third time he did it, Don said him. "That's great! Lynda, turn around and let's get a shot of that!" The two turned but had a puzzled look on their faces. Don, realizing they didn't know what he meant, instructed them. "Wayne, stand behind Lynda... OK Lynda, spread your feet apart some... A little more... Great! Now Wayne, put your hand between her legs and push your middle finger into her slit... Perfect! Now spread your other fingers apart... Hold it!" The camera snapped. "A few more!" Don yelled as the shutter clicked.

Lynda liked the finger in her. It was different than when her father had put his finger there. Wayne's was smaller but he kept moving it. It kept bumping her little button. Soon, as much as she tried not to, she was pushing into his hand. He didn't know it but he was doing the same thing she did when she masturbated. Somehow his doing it was a lot better than when she did it.

"OK, let's get some of you holding Wayne, Lynda," Don said. Wayne pulled his hand from Lynda. She scowled a bit. She wanted him to continue and felt empty without his hand there. "Lynda, stand beside Wayne and put your arm on his shoulder... no, the other shoulder... Good! Now reach across and cup your hand under his balls," Don instructed. Lynda smiled as she cradled his sack in the palm of her hand. Don snapped a few pictures.

"OK, now grab his cock," Don told her. Lynda wrapped her hand around the organ and Don snapped more pictures. Lynda became lost in her feelings. The cock felt hard, soft, and hot, all at the same time. She squeezed a little and Wayne chuckled. Having fun with her new found toy, Lynda would squeeze it between pictures.

"Wayne, turn a little... Good! Now Lynda, move around in front of him but not too close... Perfect! Now hold his cock again," Don instructed. As he began shooting again, Lynda resumed squeezing. Wayne was beginning to breathe differently. "Lynda, move your hand a little," Don said. Not knowing exactly what he meant, Lynda started moving her hand up and down, stroking Wayne's cock. The camera was clicking but Lynda paid no attention to it. This was much more fun.

Lynda felt the cock in her hand twitch then erupt. Cum shot out and hit her belly. This was the first time she ever saw a boy cum and it excited her. She stroked him faster as the cum erupted from his rod, hitting her skin as he climaxed. The cum felt warm as it hit her. Sooner that she wanted it to, the cum flow stopped. "I guess that's all for today. Here, wipe yourself off," Don chuckled as he handed Lynda the robe. She wiped the cum off of her then handed the robe to Wayne.

Lynda turned and saw her father standing there. "Have fun?" he grinned.

"Yeah!" Lynda exclaimed.

Lynda's father took her hand and told her, "Come in here so we can talk for a minute." He led her into the lounge where he had been watching from. He walked over to an overstuffed chair and sat down. "You made him cum very well!" Lynda smiled and nodded. "Did you climax too?" Lynda shook her head. "Too bad... Want me to do it for you? Here, sit down." Lynda sat crosswise on her father's lap. It was a little strange but at the same time exciting too. "OK, lean back, open your legs, and enjoy."

Lynda rested her back on the arm of the chair and bent her knee, flopping her leg to the side. She closed her eyes as her father's hand touched the swollen lips of her pussy. Slowly he began to stroke her. Wayne's touch had been arousing but playful. This touch wasn't playful. Lynda's hips immediately began to move as her excitement skyrocketed.

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close to him. She strained to open her legs wider. He was giving her the best feelings she had ever felt. Her hips pushed her now very wet pussy into his hand as she moaned in his ear. "Oooo!" she yelled as his finger plunged into her setting off an orgasm. Her body flooded with pleasure. Her father seemed to be milking the orgasm out of her as his finger sank in and out of her quickly.

His pace slowed some and her orgasm ended but her arousal continued. The girl's breath sounded like a hurricane in his ears. As she settled some, he again quickened the pace. Lynda gasped as her body responded to the renewed assault. Her ass lifted into the air increasing the pressure of the hand on her hot, wet slit. Quickly another orgasm washed over her, "Noooooo," she gasped. Her brain was heading towards overload with all the stimulation.

Her father stopped rubbing and Lynda's body began to relax. She had given herself many orgasms but none had even been this intense. Her body was sweaty. Eventually she did settle and she relaxed the death grip she had on her father's neck. "Feel better now?" he softly asked.

"Uh-huh... That was something... Mmmm..." she purred.

"Let's go home," her father suggested.

Lynda stood on wobbly legs. Her two climaxes had left her drained. Half leaning on her father, the two walked back into the studio slowly. The small amount of exercise seemed to revive Lynda's spent muscles. She walked to her clothes and began dressing. Don walked into the studio and held an envelope out to Lynda. "Here's your pictures. I added an extra one for you. Thought you'd like it."

Lynda took the envelope and even though she was just in her panties, stopped dressing and opened it. "Wow! These are even better than the proofs!" She exclaimed as she went through them. The last picture made her stop and grin. It was a picture of her holding Wayne's cock. A few inches from it, suspended in mid air, was a streak of white. "What's that?" she asked.

"His cum, when you made him shoot!" laughed Don.

"Neat!" Lynda excitedly exclaimed in amazement making her father laugh too.