Loading...In the spring of 1969 I landed a job as the overnight DJ on a radio station in Seattle. I was the only person in the station during most of my shift and enjoyed talking to listeners who called to request songs or just wanted to talk to someone. One of my regular callers, Kristy, had a pleasant voice and a thing for a particular Linda Ronstadt song. She would call two or three times a week for that song, telling me that she couldn’t get to sleep unless she heard it.
Over the course of three weeks I learned that she was 21 and single (I was 29 at the time). She even confided to me that she had married young and been divorced a year afterward and that she had had a hysterectomy because of a problem that showed up when she was in her teens. Kristy lived with her mother who was divorced and reasonably well off due to a fat settlement from her ex-husband. She worked as a waitress from 4:00 PM to midnight, thus the calls to me on my overnight shift.
Being single myself, I started developing fantasies about the woman whom I’d never seen. They usually involved nudity and sex, of course.
Then came the night that she asked if we could meet sometime, she wanted to see the man behind the microphone. It was generally a no-no to have personal meetings with listeners; you never knew when they might be a nut-job. However, being young and stupid, as well as super-horny, I agreed to meet her. We both had the night off the following Saturday, so we agreed to meet at the International Fountain at Seattle Center that afternoon at 2:00. I was to look for a woman with curly brown hair wearing a red dress.
The day and time arrived. After walking around the fountain a couple of times, looking for a red dress, I saw her approaching. I was relieved to see that she wasn’t 300 pounds or in any way unattractive. It was a warm sunny day (not always the case in Seattle) and the dress was appropriate for the weather. It showed off her girlish figure well and her smile told me that I was in luck.
“Are you Erik?” she asked as I moved toward her.
“Indeed I am, are you Kristy?” I replied.
She said, “Yes, I am, and I’m so relieved!”
“You are?” I asked, “why?”
“Well, this might sound weird to you, but I was afraid you might be ugly or 300 pounds with a patch over one eye and a parrot on your shoulder or something,” Kristy said.
When I burst out laughing she asked, “What’s so funny?”
“That’s really funny! I was worried that you might look like a witch or a female wrestler or something. I’m relieved that you’re an attractive girl who knows how to dress well. You must get a lot of attention from guys wherever you go,” I answered.
“Thanks for the complement,” she said, “I have to keep myself in shape and dress nicely if I want to get decent tips at the restaurant.”
“You must do well in the tip department, then,” I replied.
“I do OK,” said Kristy, “let’s walk while we talk, maybe find something to eat. Have you had lunch?”
“Haven’t eaten all day, that would be nice,” I said.
We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around Seattle Center, talking and eventually holding hands. I enjoy photography as a hobby and had my camera with me. She willingly posed for pictures as the afternoon progressed. We ate at the food court and learned about each other’s likes and dislikes. It was a thoroughly delightful first meeting and we both agreed that we would like to get together for another date soon.
Our relationship progressed over the next month with the usual movies, meals and occasional hugs and kisses. Eventually I asked her to my apartment for dinner and she accepted.
The evening came and she arrived at my door wearing a short blue skirt with what looked like a white camisole on top. I say “looked like” because I thought that camisoles were underwear but it turns out that it was intended to be worn without a cover in the hot summer weather. That was fine by me. As soon as she came into the relatively cool air of my apartment her nipples signaled that there wasn’t a bra under there.
I don’t pretend to be able to cook, so I had purchased all of the components of the meal at a deli that morning and warmed them up in the oven. After a tour of the apartment we sat down to eat. She drank wine and I had beer and we had an enjoyable conversation. Afterwards, Kristy helped me clean up and we adjourned to the living room.
“Do you play gin?” Kristy asked me after we had seated ourselves on the couch.
“I drink gin,” I answered.
“No, silly, Gin Rummy, the card game!” she explained.
“Not for a long time, but I think I can remember the basics. I’ve got a deck of cards somewhere, you want to play?” I said.
“Yes, but I don’t want to play for points or money or anything like that. How about playing for items of clothing?” she asked with a grin spreading over her face.
“Are you kidding?” I asked.
“Nope,” she said, “We’re adults and I’m good at this game. I figure I’ll have you down to your underwear in short order. What’s the matter, afraid to show me what you’ve got?”
“Uh, not really. And I have to admit that I’d like to get you out of your clothes.” I stammered back.
“So, get moving buster, get the cards!” Kristy told me.
I followed orders and got the cards from the bedroom. When I returned she had seated herself on the floor next to the coffee table and cleared a space for the game. I sat on the other side and gave her the deck. We agreed that the player who had the lowest number of points in a hand would have to give up an item of clothing. Jewelry didn’t count and things that come in pairs counted as one item (shoes, socks and such).
I had brought my camera from the bedroom along with the cards and asked Kristy if I could take a couple of pictures of her before she lost her clothes.
“Why not,” she answered, “if I can take pictures of you when you lose!”
I brashly said, “OK, but you’d better not try to hold your breath until that happens. You’re going be in your birthday suit long before I am,” and snapped a couple of shots of her.
Kristy snickered, then shuffled and dealt the cards while I contemplated the odds of getting her naked first. I was wearing shoes, socks, shirt, shorts and briefs for a total of 5 items. She was wearing the camisole, skirt, shoes and (I assumed) panties for a total of 4 items, which, I figured, gave me a slight advantage.
I lost the first hand, which resulted in her gleefully telling me, “I told you I am good at this game! Drop your pant’s Erik.”
“We didn’t specify that the winner could pick what the loser has to give up!” I told her and removed my shoes.
Then, I lost the second hand and pulled my socks off.
I lost the third hand too! Kristy grinned as she watched me pull my shirt over my head.
“Oh, nice bod there mister. Do you want to quit now?” she said.
I quipped, “I have to keep myself in shape and dress nicely if I want to get decent tips.”
“I’ve got a tip for you then,” she said and tossed her shoes at me playfully. That left me with only two items and Kristy with three.
I was relieved when Kristy lost the next hand and she said, “OK, which do you want, the skirt or the top?”
“The top!” I said with enthusiasm.
“Too bad, ain’t gonna happen buddy,” she said and smiled as she stood to untie and drop her wrap-around skirt revealing white panties that matched the camisole. Now we were even, with two items each.
I grabbed my camera again and snapped a couple of shots of her.
“I suggest that you start thinking about what you want to give up next, because I’m going to win the next hand,” I chided her, taking note of her nipples tenting the camisole like little soldiers saluting me.
Unfortunately for me, I lost the next hand and did a little bump and grind as I stood and dropped my shorts to the floor.
“Wahoo! Take it off, take it all off!” Kristy shouted.
I sat down quickly when I became aware that my excitement was showing as a large bulge in the front of my briefs.
My luck changed dramatically when I won the next two hands, and the game.
After the first, Kristy peeled the camisole over her head, stuck her chest out at me and flicked her nipples with her fingers and flashed a smile. She had a wonderfully firm pair of c-cup boobs. I noticed that she was breathing a bit harder than she had been. Come to think of it, so was I.
After the next and last hand she softly said, “damn,” and slowly stood up. She turned around, put her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly worked them down over her hips. When they were near her knees she bent forward, sticking her butt out. That afforded me a view of her sparsely hairy labia while she dropped the panties to the floor. I detected beads of moisture peeking out between her pussy-lips.
When she turned around, I saw that her pussy hair was trimmed to just a thin vertical ‘landing strip’ which triggered cock pulse’s in my shorts.
Kristy smiled and said, “Now that you’ve seen all I’ve got, what are you going to do about it mister?” as she did a little dance that animated those lovely globes.
I answered, as I grabbed my camera, “I’m going to get some pictures and then show you to the bedroom where I’m going to ravish that lovely body, OK?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied with a smile and proceeded to pose for me as I fired off half-a-dozen shots.
As we walked together to the bedroom she reached down and patted my cock through the fabric of my briefs, “I notice that you’re excited. Good thing I am too!”
I almost shot a load in my underwear!
She ran into the bedroom and jumped on the bed, pulled the covers off and lay down on her back with her legs slightly parted. I nearly hurt myself by pulling my briefs down too quickly without thinking. My hard-on was snagged by the waistband and popped up with a smack against my stomach when I managed to get it loose. Kristy laughed!
As I lay down beside her, she rolled over to face me and placed her lips on mine while putting one hand on my stomach. We kissed hard and played tongue-hockey. When we disengaged I moved my lips to her chin, her neck, then chest and finally to a nipple. I licked, sucked and slightly nibbled both nipples while she slid her hand south to my rod and gave it a squeeze.
I groaned and she said, “If we don’t get your cock into me soon I’m going to explode!”
“So will I…and so I will,” I told her.
We parted long enough for Kristy to roll onto her back, raise her knees and spread her legs in invitation. I wasted no time positioning myself between them. I stroked the head of my cock between her pussy lips a little before placing it at her entrance and giving it a push. It was a tight fit, but after a few seconds it slid fully into that warm, moist cavity.
I began to slowly pump in and out while watching her face. Her eyes were closed peacefully, a smile on her lips. I speeded up as lust overcame caution. I was on a trip that could only end in ecstasy. After a few minutes I warned her that I couldn’t hold back much longer and she replied, “Give it to me, give all the cum you’ve got.”
Something didn’t seem quite right in her response but I was too far-gone to give it much thought. I was speeding toward orgasm like an out-of-control train. It hit me like lightning, the most intense orgasm I’d ever had that seemed to last for hours but was more like seconds in reality. I’m not normally very vocal during sex but I know I yelled something, I just can’t remember what.
When I regained my senses I found myself laying on top of Kristy with her breasts cushioning my chest and my cock still buried in her cunt. I whispered in her ear, “Thank you, thank you, that was absolutely amazing.”
“It was for me too,” she murmured. I kissed her but didn’t get much response.
My breathing slowed and I pulled out, and then rolled off of her. Eventually we pulled the covers over ourselves, snuggled together and fell asleep.
When I awoke in the morning, Kristy wasn’t in bed with me. After my head cleared a bit I heard sounds from the kitchen and smelled coffee. I got up, put my robe on and made my way to the kitchen where I found her standing at the stove with her back to me. She was wearing her camisole and panties. I still had my morning boner so I pressed it against her ass and reached around with both hands to play with her breasts. She startled and I said, “Good morning, I see you have breakfast almost ready and trust that you can feel what I have for you.”
She purred, “Yes, I can certainly feel that big cock of yours and I love having your hands on my boobs but breakfast is ready and I’ve got a dentist appointment in an hour.”
“I’m fine with cold bacon and eggs and you can reschedule the appointment. Wouldn’t you really prefer to have this in your mouth instead of dental instruments?” I asked as I pressed into her.
“Of course I would, but I’ve already rescheduled it twice and don’t want to have to do that again. Keep that thought and I’ll taste your lollypop sometime soon,” she said.
I replied, “OK lover, your loss…and mine of course.”
“You’ve always got your hand if you’re really desperate. Don’t worry, my pussy will be yours again soon, just not right now, OK?” she said.
We ate breakfast together and she dressed, kissed me and left shortly after. As I stood in the shower after she was gone, I began to think of our lovemaking the night before. I realized that she hadn’t reacted the way that the other women had when they experienced orgasms while making love with me. Her enthusiasm faded as I worked to bring us both to orgasm. She had been oddly quiet and hadn’t moved much to meet my thrusts. She seemed eager to jump into bed with me but there wasn’t much reaction after I had penetrated her. Had she cum? I didn’t think so and chided myself for being so selfish. I resolved to work harder to bring her pleasure the next time.
I didn’t hear from Kristy for a week after that. I didn’t have her number; we had always talked only when she called while I was on the air. Then she called and requested her favorite song again. I asked her if we could meet somewhere. She agreed and we ended up in my bed again.
This time she had me lay on my back on the bed while she gave me an expert blowjob, complete with humming. I grabbed the camera from the bedside table and got some pictures with her sweet lips wrapped around my cock. I managed to avoid losing my load in her mouth by pulling her head off before it was too late. I wanted to make sure that Kristy had whatever attention she needed to enjoy an orgasm.
I rolled her over on her back, kissed her again and kissed my way down her body, stopping to give her breasts plenty of attention. Her breathing told me that she was enjoying my ministrations. Finally I reached her pussy and re-positioned myself between her legs.
I heard her say, “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, my husband wouldn’t. He thought it was nasty.”
“There is nothing nasty about your pussy and I love licking it,” I answered.
I saw her smile as she opened her legs wide. I started by kissing my way up one inner thigh and down the other, barely brushing her pussy lips as I passed by. Then I moved back up to the apex of her legs and planted a kiss on her nether-lips, slipping my tongue between the folds and finding her clit. I gave it a tongue-lashing that should have caused her hips to jerk up, but all I got in response was a half-hearted moan.
I worked to get her up to a sexual peak, tongue-fucking her, giving her clit the attention it deserved, even working a finger into her asshole. Nothing seemed to work.
Finally I had to give up, my tongue and jaws were tired and sore.
I moved myself up beside her, gave her a kiss on the cheek and asked, “Is there anything that I can do to give you pleasure?”
“I don’t think so,” she whispered. There were tears in her eyes as she told me, “I don’t think that there is anything that anyone can do. It’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself, I certainly don’t.”
“Can you tell me what this is about?” I said.
“No, I really don’t want to talk about it now, maybe some other time Erik. I just want to go home,” she said.
“Let me drive you. You can get your car tomorrow, I’ll come pick you up,” I said.
“No, I want to drive home, thank you. You’ve been wonderful and I couldn’t hope for a better lover. I need some time to think,” said Kristy.
With that she got up and started dressing. I did the same and escorted her to the door. She turned around and put her arms around me.
“You really are a good lover, don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise,” she told me and kissed me.
As she walked out the door I remembered that I had something for her. I hurried to the coffee table and grabbed an envelope. I managed to catch her as she opened the car door.
“Here, these are prints of all of the pictures I’ve taken of you. I thought that you might want them,” I said.
“Thanks, I’ll call you soon,” she said as she took the envelope from me.
She smiled at me, started the engine and drove off.
It turned out to be her mother who called me, a few days later, at the radio station.
“Is this Erik?” the caller asked.
“Yes,” I said, “how can I help you?”
“This is Kristy’s mother, Brooke,” she said. “I talked her into giving me this number so I could call you. There’s something you need to know. Can you come by my house this evening after Kristy has gone to work?”
“Uh, sure. Am I in trouble?” I asked.
“No, but I need to speak with you about my daughter and it’s not something we should talk about over the telephone,” Brooke told me.
“OK, how about 7:00? We should have plenty of time to talk before I have to get to work,” I said.
She told me the time was fine and gave me the address.
I pulled into her driveway promptly at 7:00 and rang the doorbell. She opened the door almost as soon as my finger left the button. I was stunned! She was beautiful, a mirror of her daughter but maybe 19 or 20 years older and blonde.
“You must be Erik,” she said with a smile, “I’m Brooke. Please come in.”
She stepped back as I entered the house and closed the door behind us. She led me to the family room where she motioned me to the couch and sat down beside me. I saw through the french doors to the private back yard that there was a nice swimming pool and made a mental note that it would be a nice setting for photographs on a sunny day. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of her body; the years had been very good to her. I remember thinking that part of the settlement from her former husband must have been spent on plastic surgery.
Then she got my attention by asking, “Have you and Kristy had sex?”
“Umm, I’m not really comfortable discussing that with her mother. Is it important?” I asked.
“Yes, Erik, it is important,” she said, “tell me.”
“OK, sure, we’ve been to bed a couple of times,” I answered as all kinds of things ran through my mind. Things like, maybe Kristy told her mother that I raped her, or that Kristy had a sexually transmitted disease.
“Did you notice anything strange about the way she reacted, how she behaved while you were having sex with her?” she asked.
This was getting creepy. I thought about leaving but really wanted to know what this was all about. So, I told her, “Well, I don’t think she had an orgasm either time. I was too self-centered to realize it the first time but the second time I tried hard to bring her to orgasm, but it didn’t work. And, she cried when I gave up.”
“I’m not surprised,” Brooke, told me, “did she tell you that she had a hysterectomy when she was young?”
“Uh huh,” I said.
“That’s when something went terribly wrong. She has never had an orgasm and never will, according to the doctors,” she told me. “The sad thing about it is that nobody knew that there was a problem until years after the surgery when she started having sex. There might have been some way of repairing the damage if we had known of it earlier.”
“That explains a lot, thank you for telling me, Brooke,” I said, “So, why do you think that she even has sex at all?”
“Probably because she still gets enjoyment from the sex-play, even though she can’t climax her nipples and other parts like that are still sensitive,” Brooke told me, “but when things get close to climax time she expects to be disappointed again.”
We talked until I had to leave for work. We swapped home phone numbers and I started for the door when she startled me.
“You’re a good photographer, you know,” Brooke said as I neared the front door.
I slowly turned around and asked, “Thank you, but how did you know about my photography?”
“I found the pictures that you took of Kristy,” she answered. “How do you think I knew that she had found a lover?”
“That’s kind of embarrassing on top of the embarrassment I’ve already experienced today,” I said, “You aren’t upset that I took sexy pictures of her, are you?”
“No, I’m not angry,” Brooke said, “I’m happy that Kristy found a lover who really cares for her feelings. Honestly, I’m also a little turned on by them since some contained images of one of your body-parts. That’s quite impressive young man.”
I remembered the shots I took of Kristy giving me a blowjob, pretty graphic stuff to fall into her mother’s hands.
“I’m glad you liked them,” I said as I turned to leave and, taking a chance, added, “Give me a call if you ever need a photographer.”
I drove away thinking that I’d never again hear from Kristy or her mother. In a couple of weeks I was proven wrong.
I had just finished lunch one day in my apartment when the phone rang. I answered it and heard Brooke’s voice, “Remember when you told me to call if I needed a photographer?”
“Sure I do…you need one now?” I asked.
“Yes, for some special pictures. Can we make an appointment for a house-call some afternoon soon after Kristy has gone to work?” she asked.
“Of course, I’m open every afternoon for the next couple of weeks,” I told her.
I hadn’t heard from Kristy since we last saw each other and my social calendar was totally blank. I agreed to bring my camera gear to Brooke’s home the following Friday afternoon. Brooke told me that Kristy had Friday through Sunday off and was going to be visiting her grandparents out of town.
Yes, dear reader, I’m not that stupid. I saw the possibilities.
Friday came and I showed up in Brooke’s driveway promptly at 4:00 PM. I approached the front door, carrying my camera bag and tripod, not knowing what to expect. Brooke opened the door wearing blue jeans and a cream-colored turtleneck sweater. I was relieved that she hadn’t pulled a “Mrs. Robinson” thing and opened the door while nude. She invited me into the family room where I dropped off the camera bag and tripod before retrieving some strobes, reflective umbrellas, stands and power pack from the car. I had come equipped for portraits even though I didn’t know for certain what she meant when she referred to “special” photographs.
Brooke’s shoulder-length blonde hair was radiant in the light from the family room windows. I asked her to relax in an armchair so that I could capture a few images before the light changed. She was a natural model, taking direction and suggestions from me, and improving on them. The camera loved her. We moved into the living room and, while I setup the lights, she changed in her bedroom down the hall. She returned wearing a simple white tank top, kaki shorts and white sandals. I was pleased to note that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I had her try various poses and I took a few shots but nothing happened until she raised her arms and put her hands behind her head. That pulled her top tight over her breasts. She smiled and appeared to be getting excited since her nipples created little tents in the otherwise smooth fabric of her tank top. I asked her to hold that pose and twist slightly to her left. She complied without question or hesitation. This put more light from the window on her front which caused the thin fabric to reveal her areola’s. I resolved, then and there, to see her tits uncovered before I left for work that night. I snapped a couple of shots.
“Look at me,” I directed as I held the camera, “chin up a bit, relax your arms now, chest out,” I directed as I polished off the first roll of film.
While I reloaded the camera I asked her what she wanted from our photo session.
She told me, “I guess sexy is my main goal. Some of my girlfriends have shown me pictures that their husbands or boyfriends took of them that were really sexy. Since I don’t have a husband or boyfriend and Kristy barely knows what a camera looks like, much less how to use one, I thought of you. I felt that I could trust you and I’m a pretty good judge of character.”
“I’m flattered,” I told her, “How about a different outfit now, do you have anything in mind?”
“I do, remember I told you that I wanted some special pictures?” Brooke said, “Well, I’m comfortable with you and would like to do some bedroom pictures, know what I mean? I’ll go change and call you when I’m ready.”
Sure, I know what you mean,” I told her, “Most photographers call it boudoir photography.”
I loaded some fairly fast film into the camera while I waited for her to change. My plan was to shoot with available light as much as possible. I felt that the images were more intimate when they were made that way, and intimate is what most people wanted from boudoir photography. If it turned out that glamour was what she wanted I’d switch to the studio lights,
Eventually I heard her call my name and ask me to join her in the bedroom with the camera. When I entered I found her on the king size bed with a sheet over her body. She was lying on her side with the edge of the sheet under her arms.
“How’s this for sexy?” she asked with a grin.
“Perfect for starters,” I replied, and began shooting from various positions. As I burned through that roll of film she adjusted her position from time to time while letting the sheet creep down toward the foot of the bed, eventually releasing her breasts from their cover. They were magnificent, firm C+ boobs with tan-lines indicating that she wore a small bikini top in the sun.
As I changed film again Brooke casually tossed the sheet aside and positioned herself on the bed sitting up cross-legged with her breasts jutting out proudly and a completely hairless pussy revealed between her legs! When I noticed what she had done, it took me a moment to re-focus on the job at hand before I was able to complete the film load!
I fired off a couple of shots as soon as I could, fearful that she might change her mind. As it turned out, that wasn’t going to be a problem. She was enjoying the attention as much as I enjoyed photographing her. That was evident from the rock-hard nipples and the moistness that created a sheen on her pussy lips.
Brooke told me that she wanted to try some poses that her girlfriends had used for their “sexy shots,” as she called them. She got up on her knees with her back to the camera and spread her knees far enough that her pussy was in view and looked over her shoulder at the camera. She faced the camera and held her breasts up with her hands, then pinched her nipples (releasing a little moan and becoming glassy-eyed for a moment). She got on her hands and knees with her butt toward me; legs slightly spread and let me snap half-a-dozen shots from various distances and angles.
Finally she lay back on the bed with her head on the pillows and spread her legs wide while she again played with her nipples. I knew my shorts had a pronounced budge in the front but she had to know that was going to happen so I didn’t try to hide it.
Brooke stroked and pinched her nipples, then slowly ran her hands down over her stomach toward her pussy while alternately watching the progress of her hands and looking at the camera. I valiantly tried to concentrate on my photography to avoid shooting a load in my pants.
When her hands reached their target, she spread her outer lips with the fingers of one hand while running a finger of the other hand over her clit. That caused her to take a quick breath, close her eyes and emit a moan of satisfaction. She inserted a finger, then another in her vagina and pumped them in and out while continuing to rub her clit with the other hand.
Then I ran out of damn film again! Those were the days before digital cameras, unfortunately.
“Shit,” I said softly.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, “What? Did I do something wrong?” she asked, pausing her masturbatory activities briefly.
“No, you are beautiful all the time but especially when you are pleasuring yourself. These are going to be some really hot pictures, “I said, “Unfortunately I’ve got to change film again.”
“Thank you, Erik, I know they’ll be good with you taking them,” she replied, “but I really think we have enough for now.”
I tried not to show my disappointment.
“I can’t help but notice what’s happened to the front of your shorts,” she said, looking directly into my eyes, then toward my hard cock, “Do you need to do something about that?”
I told her, “No, it’ll go away when you get some clothes on, eventually, thanks.” I was trying to remain professional but knew that, if I didn’t get relief sometime soon, I’d be very uncomfortable.
“It’s my fault and I feel obligated to help you,” Brooke told me, “put the camera down and stand by the bed. No excuses.”
My prayers were being answered. I did as she directed and, as soon as I was in range, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the shorts and pulled the zipper down. She pulled my shorts down and I removed them along with my shoes. As soon as I stood back up she placed a hand on my throbbing cock and gave it a squeeze and a couple of pumps through my briefs. That damn near put me over the edge, which would have probably been as disappointing for her as it would have been for me.
Then she quickly put her fingers in the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. “Wow!” she exclaimed, “I haven’t seen a cock that ready for me in a long time!”
Brook wrapped a hand around my member gave my cock-head a kiss, then engulfed it with her mouth and proceeded to give me a wonderful blowjob. As I stood there watching she ran her lips up and down my shaft, pulling off occasionally to lick and kiss it from bottom to tip. She knew how to take control of the situation with a bit of humming while my cock plunged to the back of her throat and back outward again until I couldn’t stand it any more.
“Stop, I’m going to cum!” I shouted.
She didn’t stop and I couldn’t hold back. I groaned and shot my load in her mouth, spurt after spurt of hot juice and she never released her lip-lock on my cock. She swallowed it all and licked her lips while smiling up at me when I’d finished and she finally disengaged.
“That was amazing!” I told her, “I’ve got to sit down…I don’t think I have the strength to stand much longer.”
She moved over to the center of the bed and I lay down on my back beside her, trying to catch my breath. Brooke moved close to me and put her head on my shoulder and laid her hand on my withering cock.
“I like younger men like you, Erik. They give me lots of cum and it isn’t long before they are ready to go again,” she said.
I replied, “I think I just might be able to meet your expectations if you give me a few minutes,” as she played with my cock and balls. I worked one hand around to stroke a breast and tease a nipple. My cock hadn’t completely deflated and was slowly returning to its former state with her expert manipulations. “Oh!” she purred, “I think it’s showing signs of life again!”
She continued to stroke my balls and cock with a little squeeze from time to time while I played with her wonderful breast and erect nipple. Her breath was quickening as I could tell from hearing it and feeling her chest rise and fall.
It wasn’t long until she asked, “Ready for round two?”
“Are you?” I asked.
“Couldn’t me more so,” she answered as she released my rod from her grip, swung a leg over my hips and sat up over me.
She positioned herself over my crotch and took my cock in her hand. There wasn’t any need to use the pre-cum leaking from my cock-tip as she was already dripping herself and no further lubrication was needed. Brooke lowered herself to my eager rod, placing it at her opening and then completing the trip by dropping slowly down until I was in her warm snug cavity to the hilt.
She began a slow up and down motion as we both released sighs of pleasure and began to moan and groan uncontrollably. This time I lasted much longer, savoring the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock in its warmth. I held her hips, helping her keep the motion while she reached between her legs to give her clit some additional stimulation.
It seemed like hours passed as I thrust up to meet her on the down-stroke and she murmured sweet encouragement to me. I re-deployed my hands to her breasts to stroke, tweak and pinch her nipples while she told me what I stud I was. When we exploded in orgasm, it was together.
I yelled, “Oh God, I’m cumming!”
Brooke was barely able to confirm her orgasm vocally as she hit the wire too.
Afterward she lay on top of me, kissing my lips while I held her ass with both hands and tried to catch my breath.
I saw the time on the clock on the bedside table and said, “You are a most beautiful, feminine woman and a great lover but I have to get to work.”
“It was great for me too,” she answered, “there will be other times, won’t there?”
“I’d be greatly disappointed if I couldn’t enjoy your body and sexual talents again.”
I rolled her to my side, took a nipple in my mouth and sucked it in, gently biting it with my teeth. My finger found her clit and gave it a friendly stroke. She yelped and reached down to help.
I pulled away and said, “Hold that thought until we see each other again,” and got up to dress and pack my photo gear into the car.
A week later I was pleased to receive another call from Brooke.
“I love the pictures, thanks for sending them so quickly,” she told me.
I answered, “It was my pleasure, lover, I was anxious to see the prints myself.”
“I hope you don’t mind that I showed them off to my girlfriends,” she said.
“Of course not,” I answered, “I’m proud of my work, show them around all you want. Maybe I’ll get some paying gigs if the right people see my work.”
“I know you will,” said Brooke, “My friend, Becky, liked my photos so much that she wants you to photograph her too! The bonus is that she’s willing to pay you. She doesn’t know that I paid you for mine with a good fucking.”
“Cash is good but fucking is an excellent substitute, especially with you.” I told her.
“I’m glad you still feel that way,” Brook purred into the phone, “When can you photograph Becky? She can’t get much privacy at her home so I’ve volunteered mine.”
“Any afternoon and evening is fine by me as long as I can get away in time for work,” I answered.
We made an appointment for the next afternoon at her house after Kristy had left for her job. Brooke knew that Becky could get away for a few hours by telling her husband that she was visiting a friend.
The next afternoon I arrived at Kristy and Brooke’s home with my gear and high-hopes for an enjoyable photo session. When Brooke opened the door she smiled and gave me a hug, then escorted me to the family room where I met Becky. She was a tall brunette in her late 30’s with a pretty face and a nice figure. Becky was modestly dressed in knee-length gray skirt, black low-heeled shoes and a silky white blouse that buttoned up the front. Her medium-length hair was tied back in a ponytail.
“It’s nice to meet you Becky,” I said, “Have you seen all of the pictures that I made of Brooke?”
Becky smiled as Brooke broke in and told me, “She’s seen all of mine and Kristy’s too. Hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind if Kristy doesn’t,” I answered.
Brooke said, “Actually, she’s quite proud of them and doesn’t much mind who sees them.”
“Great,” I replied and looked at Becky, “So, are there any ideas that you have, or any that you’ve seen in magazines that you want to try?”
“I think I’d like to have a few portraits like you did for Brooke so I can kind of get used to it,” she told me.
“Sounds good. Unless you model a lot it’s good to get comfortable with the camera and photographer first, then move on to the more revealing poses! Do you want to start with the outfit you are wearing now or change into something else?” I asked.
“Can we start with this and then move to the bedroom? I’m really excited about the sexy stuff but getting warmed up sounds good to me,” she said.
“OK, why don’t you sit on the couch over there and get comfortable. I’ll direct you and suggest poses. If you want, please feel free to move and position yourself at any time,” I told her.
I had left the studio lighting in the car and the light was nice that day. As soon as Becky was seated I began capturing images. Brooke, being a veteran at posing for me, gave Becky suggestions. She was doing such a good job and Becky seemed happy to work with her that I concentrated on framing, exposure and focus while Brooke, essentially, directed.
“Look over there, smile, pull your feet under you, nice, be sure and get that Erik,” she directed, “now, undo the top two buttons on your shirt, lean forward a little.”
Although Becky was wearing a white bra, it was thin and I noted her nipples managed to tent the fabric of her blouse a bit when she had her arms positioned so as to stretch the blouse tightly across her chest.
Brooke kept directing her to undo more buttons until they were all unbuttoned. That’s when she approached Becky and helped her remove the blouse altogether.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Brooke said as she positioned Becky on the couch with her legs on the cushions and upper body slightly reclined on pillows. Becky had worn a sheer bra, I saw, and didn’t appear to mind that her nipples were on view now. She had a peaceful look that said, “I’m sexy and I’m happy with the attention these two are giving me.”
I finished off the roll of film and, while I reloaded, Brooke whispered some instructions to Becky. When I signaled that I was ready to resume, Becky, without hesitation, moved a hand between her breasts and quickly unsnapped the front latch on her bra. She left it that way while I took a couple of shots. Brooke directed her to a different position and the cups fell away, revealing both b-cup breasts. Becky didn’t do anything to re-cover them and I certainly wasn’t going to complain. I felt a familiar stirring in my jeans.
“Are you ready for the next step?” Brooke asked?
Without answering, Becky stood up, removed the bra and tossed it away, then pulled the zipper of her skirt down and stepped out of it. I was madly shooting frames throughout her strip and cursed when I ran out of film again. I was admiring a nearly nude woman unashamedly standing not three feet in front of me when Brook spoke up.
“I think it’s time to move to the bedroom, don’t you?” she said.
Becky smiled at both Brooke and myself and said, “That’s what I came here for, lead the way.”
Brooke took the lead with Becky following. I grabbed a handful of film canisters and my camera before heading for the bedroom myself. When I got there I found Brooke turning the bedclothes back and Becky looking a bit lost, like she didn’t know what to do now.
“Becky,” I said, “I’d like to get a profile of you in front of the window. Step over there and face Brooke if you don’t mind.”
She did as I requested and it was beautiful, with the outside light filtering through sheer curtains. I set the aperture for optimum exposure of the side of her facing the camera, which over-exposed the window and had the effect of casting a halo of light around her head and body.
After I captured that vision of loveliness, Brooke motioned Becky to the bed. She had our model lay on her side for a couple of shots, then directed her to lay on her back and move a hand into the front of her panties.
For the first time, Becky appeared to be having second thoughts. She looked at Brooke with concern and asked, “Do I have to? I mean…I’ve never masturbated.”
“You don’t have to actually do anything, just make it appear that you are,” said Brooke, “close your eyes, open your lips slightly and hold still while Erik gets a shot. Remember, nobody sees your photos other than the people in this room unless you want them to. Think of what a turn-on these pictures will be for you and your husband.”
“OK, I guess,” she said. She laid head on a pillow, closed her eyes and quickly plunged her right hand under the waistband of her black panties before she lost her nerve. I positioned myself at the foot of the bed and triggered the shutter two or three times, repositioning slightly between shots.
“Hold on a sec,” I heard Brooke say,” there’s one more thing needed to make this shot as sexy as it can be.”
With that, she moved to the side of the bed, sat on it and softly ran her fingers over Becky’s breasts with particular attention paid to the nipples. Becky’s eyes snapped open with surprise.
“Calm down, I just want the shot to look right and having your nip’s at full attention should do the trick,” Brooke told her as she tweaked both nipples between her fingers. I got couple of shots of Brooke’s hands working on Becky’s boobs.
Becky relaxed, closed her eyes and moaned softly.
When she was satisfied that her work was done, Brooke stood up and moved away from the bed.
Becky’s breathing-rate had increased noticeably and I could see her hand moving a little under the fabric of her panties. I started taking pictures again. Becky’s hand didn’t stop moving. In fact, the rate of movement was increasing and she couldn’t help but moan and mew as the feeling took over and pushed her reservations aside.
After a minute she stopped and opened her eyes. She looked at me and said, “Is it OK if I take my panties off? They are in the way.”
“Of course, please do,” I quickly answered, trying to hide the excitement in my voice but not thinking of how the bulge in my jeans was giving my feelings away.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she slipped her hand out of her panties, put her thumbs under the waistband, lifted her hips and pushed them down and off of her feet while I madly snapped away with my camera.
She had a nice curly brown bush with a bikini trim. There was little hair covering her labia. She closed her eyes and placed her hand on her bush, then moved a finger between the lips and into contact with her clitoris.
As I snapped out of my dream-state and captured another image of this beautiful woman, completely nude, she began a rhythmic movement of her hips. Her finger speeded up and a groan escaped from her lovely lips. She worked faster and faster, moaning and bucking on the bed. It was obvious that she was nearing her climax.
I stopped clicking the shutter button on the camera. I was dangerously near the end of the roll of film and didn’t want to miss what I knew was coming soon.
Becky’s hand had become almost a blur, it was moving so fast. I looked over and saw Brooke had a hand under her skirt, playing with herself while watched Becky bring herself to her first orgasm by masturbation. I began finishing my last roll of film, sensing that Becky was about to peak.
Then it happed. Becky literally screamed in pleasure! She shook all over as she was consumed by her orgasm.
After she had calmed down but still hadn’t fully recovered she told us, “Oh My God! I’ve never in my life had an orgasm like that, not ever! And I can’t believe that I did it with an audience and a camera in the room.”
“Welcome to the club, girl, now you know what to do when you’re horny and Brett isn’t around to help you out,” Brooke told her, “you will have the pictures to look at and share with him too.”
“Oh no!” Becky quickly replied, “What happened can’t leave this room! Brett would divorce me if he knew what I’ve done! I can’t have the pictures in our home or tell him what we did. Please promise, both of you, that you will never tell anyone.”
“OK, I’ll keep quiet,” I told her.
“Me too,” added Brooke, “but what shall we do with the pictures?”
“You keep them hidden here,” Becky told Brooke, “I’ll look at them here and maybe borrow your bedroom when I do, if that’s OK.”
“Sure, I’ll hold on to them and you can have them and my bedroom any time you have the urge,” she replied.
“I’ve got two more frames on the last roll of film,” I quickly said as Becky grabbed her underwear, “would you two let me get a picture of the both of you together?” They looked at each other and grinned. Brooke got naked and stood beside Becky, putting her arm around Becky’s waist and pulling her close. I finished off the last two frames as they smiled for the camera.
“I’ve got to get dressed and go home, Brett will wonder why I’ve stayed so long. I love you Brooke, and thank you Erik, it’s been the most erotic experience I have ever had!” she told us as she dressed and moved toward the door. When she got to where I was standing she gave me a hug and pressed something into my hand, then left the house. I looked and found five twenty-dollar bills.
“I don’t know about you, but that got me so turned on that I just have to do something about it now,” Brooke said to me after Becky had gone.
“I feel the same as you, I damn near messed my pants. I have to leave for work before too long though,” I told her.
Brooke said with a grin, “Let’s see what we can accomplish before you have to go!” We headed for her bedroom, shedding items of clothing along the way. Brooke jumped on the bed, pulled the covers off and lay down on her back with her legs slightly parted just as her daughter had done in my bedroom a few weeks before.
I was frozen in place, my eyes feasting on her heaving breasts, flat stomach and hairless pussy as my cock inflated to its full length and girth. “What the hell are you waiting for,” she asked, “a formal invitation?”
“Just admiring the view, “I told her as I made my way to the bed and lay on my stomach with my head between her legs and face inches away from her pussy. She ran the fingertips of both hands along her stomach and down the front of her legs until they were even with my head. She grasped my head and pulled my face to her pussy. I needed no more encouragement. My tongue parted her labia and found her swollen clit. She gasped, spread her legs wider and bent her knees to give me unrestricted access as I went to work.
Brooke closed her eyes and moved her hands to her breasts, stroking and pinching her erect nipples while I tongue-fucked her.
Suddenly we heard a female voice say, “What the hell are you two doing?”
I startled and pulled away from that sweet, juicy cunt to look around. Kristy was standing in the doorway! ‘Oh shit,’ I thought, as my cock wilted.
“Oh God,” I answered, “I’m sorry, Kristy, we just got carried away. We didn’t expect you to come home this early,” as I pulled away from the treasure between her mother’s legs. That was pretty lame of me but I couldn’t think of anything else to say under the circumstances.
“I’m sorry darling,” I heard her mother say, as she sat up, “I seduced Erik, don’t blame him, It’s my fault. I haven’t had much action since your father and I split up. I’ve been so horny and, well, you know…” her voice trailed off.
After a moment of silence Kristy said, “It’s OK mom, I understand. I’m not surprised. He is good in bed. It’s really OK, you two finish what you started, and I’ll go watch TV for a while. Things were slow at the restaurant so I got off early.”
Kristy reached out to close the door behind her when Brooke stopped her cold by asking, “Wouldn’t you like to join us?”
‘What?’ I thought, ‘this can’t be happening!’
“Come over here and sit beside us,” her mother said.
Kristy appeared to be thinking of what to say, then released the doorknob and walked slowly to the bed. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“I most definitely am,” Brooke answered with a smile, “I don’t mind sharing and I doubt that Erik will turn down a chance to bed two women, will you Erik?”
“Um, I’ve never had the opportunity,” I stammered.
“I’ll take that as an OK,” Kristy said. She stood beside the bed as if waiting for another invitation.
“Damn it Erik, be a gentleman and help my daughter out of her clothes!” Brooke said. Kristy grinned at me.
I sprang into action, getting up off of the bed and giving Kristy a quick kiss before starting to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. She was wearing a conservative white top with black skirt and shoes. She kicked her shoes off as I worked the blouse off of her shoulders and arms, revealing a black demi cup bra beneath. I worked on getting the bra unhooked as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop. I managed to get the bra off then slip my thumbs under the waist of her black panties and work them down to her ankles. She kicked them off and sat on the bed. My cock had risen to its former glory by then.
Kristy’s eyes were on my raging hard-on when she said, “Mom, what do you think we should do about that?”
“I can think of lots of things, darling, but you decide,” her mother answered.
I quickly made the decision for them by kneeling on the floor, spreading Kristy’s legs and diving into her pussy. My tongue quickly found her moist warm cunt and I proceeded to run it up and down between her labia. When I located her clitoris she gasped and grabbed my head, pulling me in tight. As I licked and nibbled I glanced up and found her mother’s hands stroking Kristy’s breasts and playing with her nipples.
Kristy threw her head back and groaned as her mother and I attended to her needs. Shortly Kristy began working her hips side-to-side and back and forth as I struggled to not lose contact with her sex. Her mother pulled Kristy back until she was lying on the bed on her back. Her pussy remained at the edge where I could concentrate my attention on it while Brooke attended to her breast therapy.
Brooke and I pleasured Kristy for what seemed like 30 minutes or more. Although she never had an orgasm she was obviously enjoying the attention. Little moans signified when one or both of us were bringing her pleasure. She bucked her hips and gasped, “Don’t stop, Oh, Oh, that…feels…sooo…good!”
Her pussy was almost squirting her juices over my tongue as I administered to her needs. Brooke sucked and nibbled Kristy’s nipples and massaged her breasts. Eventually she calmed down and her breathing returned to normal.
“I don’t really know what an orgasm feels like but I do know that I just came closer to having one than I ever have before!” she said.
“I’m so happy for you,” Brooke smiled and told her daughter, “Perhaps, with more practice, we can overcome your problem.”
“After all these years without being able to cum I’ve pretty much lost hope,” Kristy replied, “but that was great. I feel totally drained. Thanks to both of you, it was and incredible feeling! Now it’s your turn.”
I was more than ready! I felt like my nuts were going to pop like balloons if I didn’t do something about it. As Kristy watched I climbed back up on the bed. Her mother lay back on the pillows and spread her legs again. We wasted no time coupling; Brooke and I were both craving orgasm. She welcomed me into her warm, tight pussy and I began long, slow strokes. After a few minutes of this I sped up until my aching cock was slamming into her lovely cunt.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can last much longer,” I told her.
“You don’t need too,” she replied, and almost immediately her stomach muscles began to spasm and her pussy contracted as she began her orgasm. I joined her as mine hit and I pumped her vagina full of my seed. The room was filled with shouts, grunts and moans as Kristy watched and played with her pussy while we were lost in the feeling.
As we both regained our composure I lay on her with my withering dick still inside her warm, slick cunt. Eventually I rolled off and gave her a kiss, saying, “That was great, thank you Brooke. I really should get cleaned up and go to work though.”
“Not yet,” Kristy quickly said, “I need you for one more thing before you go.”
“I don’t think I have enough energy for more,” I told her, “maybe tomorrow, OK?”
“What I have in mind doesn’t involve fucking. I didn’t know until today that Mom doesn’t have hair on her pussy. I want a shave and I’d really like for you to do the shaving,” she said, flashing an evil grin.
“I’ve never shaved a pussy before,” I said, “but if we can do it quickly I’m willing to try.”
“Great,” her mom said, “I’ll get the stuff.”
I assumed that “the stuff” was shaving cream, razor and such. It turned out that I was right, Brooke quickly returned from the bathroom with a basin of warm water, safety razor, a towel and a can of shaving cream. Brooke was clean-shaven below her waist. I wasn’t surprised that she had the necessary tools for the job.
I spread the towel on the edge of the bed and had Kristy sit on it and spread her legs. She was already neatly trimmed so I only needed to cover her triangle of hair with shave cream, massage it in a bit (not necessary but fun) and stroke the hair with the razor being careful not to nick her naughty bits. I couldn’t resist flicking her clit and “accidentally” inserting a finger into her pussy a few times as I worked. When I was done her mother handed her a small mirror so that she could admire her new look.
“Are you sure you can’t stay the night?” Brooke asked as her daughter checked the quality of my work.
“I really wish I could, but I’d probably get fired if I didn’t show up. I’ll see you both again tomorrow though,” I told them as I hurriedly dressed. Still naked, they both escorted me to the door and kissed me before I left.
I did make it to work on time, just barely.
As it turned out I spoke with both Kristy and her mother on the phone from time to time over the next week but didn’t have an opportunity to see either of them. Then Kristy called late one night while I was at work.
“Hi Erik,” I heard when I answered the phone.
“Good morning!” I answered, recognizing Kristy’s voice, “Do you want to hear your favorite song again?”
“Of course I do, but I have another request too,” she told me, “I showed Mom’s and my pictures to my best friend Nicole. I hope that’s alright.”
“That’s fine by me, you can show them to anyone you want to as long as your mom doesn’t mind,” I said.
“She liked them and wanted to know if you would mind taking some of her,” Kristy told me, “We both have this weekend off if you have some time.”
“Great timing, Kristy,” I said, “I’ve got nothing going this weekend and can’t imagine anything I’d like more than photographing her…other than getting her into bed, that is.”
“Is that all you ever think of, getting women naked and poking your weenie into them?” she playfully asked.
“At least I’m honest about it,” I told her.
“Well, we haven’t exactly discussed that but you never know what might happen,” she laughed.
Kristy told me that Nicole was going to spend the Friday night at her house. I could come over and bring my camera gear on Saturday if I wanted. I agreed and told her I’d be over around nine.
I had a hard time sleeping Friday night. I was excited by the prospect of photographing another young woman and, perhaps, getting some action from one or both of them. I ended up showing up at her house at 7:00 on Saturday morning, two hours early. Despite what you might think, summers in Seattle are frequently warm and dry and this day was perfect.
I knocked and Brooke opened the door a crack to see who was there. When she saw that it was I at the door, she opened it and let me in. I was pleased to see that she was wearing a silky dark blue nightgown that clung to her breasts and hips in a most delightful way.
As I entered I heard Kristy’s voice from down the hall asking, “Who is it, Mom?”
“It’s Erik, Kristy, a little early,” her mother answered.
Kristy came around the corner with a big smile and gave me a hug. After a quick kiss I held her at arm’s length, admiring the red teddy that she was wearing. I saw a pretty face peek around the corner behind her.
“This must be Nicole,” I said.
“Come in and meet Erik,” Brook told her.
Nicole continued around the corner and gave a shy wave. She was wearing a white cotton tank and sleep shorts set. She was around 5 feet tall and had short red hair and freckles.
“You’re just in time for breakfast,” Brook said, “we didn’t expect you this early though. Hope you don’t mind that we aren’t dressed yet.”
“I don’t mind at all and breakfast would be nice if you have enough,” I answered.
We moved to the table in their large kitchen and the girls served me a plate of biscuits, eggs and sausage with a steaming cup of coffee, and then sat down. We chatted as we ate and I learned that Nicole was 22 and single. She didn’t currently have a boyfriend and she worked in sales at a department store in town.
At one point Brooke and Nicole left the table to wash the dishes and I headed for the car to get the camera and film. Kristy followed me to the door and told me that Nicole was a virgin. “I can’t believe that she hasn’t had sex but she swears it’s true. You know how girls talk. She told me that she wants to do it but just hasn’t found the right guy yet. I assured her that, if she’s ready, you are gentle and caring,” Kristy said.
She then slyly added, “Mom intends to get her laid today, thought you might want to know.”
I really didn’t know how to respond to that so I just said, with a grin, “Thanks for the warning,” and went out to get my gear, adjusting my growing cock that had become somewhat uncomfortable in the confines of my shorts.
When I returned to the house the girls and Brooke were nowhere to be seen. I shouted for them and heard Brook reply from down the hall, “We’re getting dressed, see you in a few minutes. It’s a gorgeous day so why don’t you meet us at the pool?”
I replied, “Great idea, see you there.”
I walked through the french doors in back to poolside and busied myself taking light readings, loading the camera and thinking about where and how to position Nicole for her pictures. I was pleased to see that all three women wore bikinis when they walked out the door a few minutes later. Nicole was wearing a red white and blue suit, Kristy’s featured black and white diagonal stripes and Brook was wearing a yellow Wicked Weasel that barely contained her C-cup breasts and tried but failed to conceal the “camel toe” between her legs.
Attempting to remain professional, I swallowed the lump in my throat and directed Nicole to a lounge chair and asked her to lie down on her back. I directed her to relax and pretend that she was sunning herself at a tropical resort. Brook, as she had done when I photographed her friend, Becky, took over as director.
I snapped away, moving around to get different angles while Brook directed Nicole. After a few minutes she asked Nicole to jump in the pool, which she gladly did because it was getting pretty hot in the late morning sun. I got a shot as she jumped in and when her head appeared above the surface again with water streaming down her face.
Brook directed her move to the side and pull herself up to sit on the side of the pool with her feet in the water. As she boosted herself out of the water Nicole thrust her chest forward giving me a good shot featuring her cleavage. The cool water had done its job and her nipples were showing provocatively through the fabric of her swimsuit top.
When Nicole was seated, Kristy joined the game and made a show of removing her top. “Are you ready to go topless?” she asked Nicole.
“I’m having fun but I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet,” was Nicole’s timid response.
“Here, let me help you,” Kristy said as she bent over behind Nicole and untied the neck strap, then the lower strap of her top. Nicole held the fabric to her breasts with her hands.
“Beautiful, you are a very sexy woman, Nicole,” I said as I took a couple of shots, “Now twist to your left a little. That’s it, smile…look at the camera.”
She began to get into the spirit of things and gave me a genuine smile. Then she pulled her hands away from her chest and took the swimsuit top with them! It was a lovely sight as she thrust her chest out and her boobs pointed at the upstairs windows. I love tits of all shapes and sizes but firm young ones are my favorites. I snapped a dozen pictures as she posed.
I had to stop to replace the film in the camera. While I tended to that Brooke and Kristy consulted quietly with Nicole.
When I had the camera reloaded Brook asked if I could take a quick series of shots of a moving subject. “That’s what the motor drive is for and I’ve got fast film in the camera,” I told her.
“Great!” she said, and directed Nicole to the diving board. As I positioned myself and focused Brooke moved behind Nicole who was, by then, standing on the back of the diving board.
“Ready?” Brooke asked me.
“Ready when you are.” I answered, suspecting that something was up.
Brook then moved her hands to Nicole’s hips and pulled the ties of her swimsuit bottom, which fell to the diving board, leaving her totally naked. Her trimmed pubic hair matched the red hair on her head.
Nicole immediately began her approach and executed a perfect swan dive while I held the shutter button down and followed her movement, firing shot after shot while following her movement. Each step caused her breasts to bounce like over-filled water balloons. My last shot caught her as her hands and arms parted the water. I sensed that I’d captured a terrific series of action shots.
Kristy quickly pulled her swimsuit bottom off and jumped into the pool soon to be followed by her mother. They proceeded to splash and shout with abandon as I finished the roll of film, catching all three in their time of joyous abandon. Eventually I ran out of film and stopped to reload again.
I finished reloading and my back was to the pool when I was hit in the head by something cool and wet. I reached back and retrieved it only to find that it was Brook’s swimsuit top. That was followed by the bottom, which hit me in the arm.
“You’re really asking for trouble, you know!” I shouted to her.
“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Brooke replied.
“I just might jump in there and see how long you can keep your head under water!” I threatened.
“OH, I’m really frightened, big bad Erik thinks he can dunk me,” she answered, “but we are three against one, you don’t have a chance!”
“Sounds like a challenge,” I told her and put the camera on a chair. I stripped to my briefs and jumped into the pool creating great splash that swamped them all.
I worked my way over to Brook and pushed her head under the water. She caught me by surprise when she grabbed my balls and gave them a playful squeeze. When I released her head, she released my nuts and came up for air.
While I was distracted, Kristy came around behind me and jumped on my back, forcing me to fall forward and take a mouthful of water. I worked my way out of her clutches and came up to find Nicole’s bare chest in my face. While I was momentarily distracted she put her hands on my head and dunked me again.
When I recovered I swam below the surface and caught her as she tried to get away, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her down. In her struggles to get away from me one of my hands came in contact with a boob and raked across a hard nipple.
“Hey!” she shouted, “That calls for retaliation!”
As Nicole turned around to face me, Brooke grabbed my arms from behind and held them. Nicole dove under the water and pulled my briefs to my knees. When she came up for air I was again surprised when Kristy swam under the surface and pulled my underwear the rest of the way down and yanked them off my feet. That made me lose my balance and fall backwards into Brooke, which put us both under the surface.
We continued playing in this manner for another twenty minutes until we were all too tired to continue. We climbed out of the pool and I stretched out on a lounger on my back, modesty not seeming to be particularly important at that point. The women dried themselves and their hair with towels while I let the sun dry me.
Brooke and Nicole sat in deck chairs while Kristy sat beside my legs on the lounge chair. We chatted about nothing in particular and Kristy casually laid her hand on my thigh. After a minute or so she had worked her hand up to my crotch and started playing with my cock and balls.
While Brooke seemed to be ignoring the sex-play in the lounger next to her chair, Nicole was watching intently as Kristy began masturbating my rod to a full erection. When she was satisfied that it was hard enough for her needs she swung a leg over me and, facing my feet, dropped her pussy onto my cock as it lay against my stomach. She proceeded to rock her hips fore and aft, stroking my cock between her pussy lips and stimulating her clitoris with it.
Nicole’s eyes were open wide, watching closely as Kristy closed her eyes and her breathing quickened. When she couldn’t resist any longer she lifted her hips enough to aim my cock at her pussy and sat on it, driving it into her warm canal all the way. I grunted and she began lifting herself until only the head of my cock remained inside of her, then slowly sliding down it again.
Over the next few minutes her motion sped up until her breasts were bouncing with the rhythm of her hips and our moans were so frequent that they blended together.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I told her between breaths.
“Me too, I’m ready,” Kristy gasped. Almost immediately after that I thrust my hips up to meet her and erupted into her warm moist tunnel. She shuddered and howled as her orgasm hit. We pounded together a few more times until she threw her head back, froze in place and then shivered and shook all over.
When it was over Kristy shakily lifted herself off of my wilting cock, turned around and lay on top of me. We snuggled and kissed for a few minutes before we heard her mother say, “Now that you two have finished showing off, how about some lunch?”
“You really know how to break the mood, Mom, “said Kristy as she rolled off me and stood up.
Nicole’s eyes were still wide open as she said, “Oh my god, I can’t believe that you two fucked out here with your mother and me watching! I’m so wet that I’m going to need something to wipe off with, give me that towel, will you Erik?”
I handed her the towel and she proceeded to spread her legs and dry her pussy while I watched. Once she was satisfied with her hygiene, she rose and joined Brooke who was headed for the house
Suddenly I realized that Kristy had just enjoyed her first orgasm! “Hey, hold on everybody!” I shouted, “Am I the only one who knows what just happened?”
Brooke and Nicole stopped and turned around to face me. Brook answered, “Duh, you fucked my daughter.”
“And?” I asked.
Brook and Nicole looked puzzled for a moment before Kristy’s mom’s mouth dropped open and her eyes opened wide. “Oh my god, she had an orgasm!” she nearly screamed and rushed to hug Kristy who, I saw, was seated on a deck chair with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.
They hugged while her mom kissed her forehead and began crying too. That brought tears to Nicole’s eyes and she joined them in the hug and kiss-fest. Eventually they all three approached me and I became the recipient of their hugs and kisses.
Once they calmed down we made our way inside for sandwiches and beer in the kitchen. None of us bothered to put any clothes on.
After lunch I went back out to get the camera and other gear that had been left by the pool. When I returned to the kitchen Brook suggested we adjourn to the master bedroom for some more pictures of Nicole.
As we trooped into the bedroom Brooke directed Nicole and Kristy to the bed. I reloaded the camera with a fresh roll of film while she positioned the girls and gave them instructions. They turned to each other as I focused the lens on them. Nicole tentatively touched Kristy’s breast and Kristy took charge by stroking Nicole’s boobs with the fingertips of one hand. She pinched Nicole’s nipples, then moved her mouth to one breast and sucked a nipple between her lips.
Nicole shivered and closed her eyes, forgetting Kristy’s tits for the moment. I preserved the scene on film as Kristy moved her free hand from Nicole’s breast to her pussy, stroking and working a finger between her outer labia. Nicole took a quick breath and spread her legs when Kristy’s finger found her clit and rubbed it. I glanced aside to see Brooke sitting in a chair with her legs spread. She had one hand on a boob and the other between her legs playing with her own pussy.
When she saw me looking at her she said, “I think it’s time for you to take over,” and looked to the bed. I took the hint, put the camera down and moved to the bed. Kristy looked up at me, then glanced down to where her hand was on Nicole’s pussy.
I carefully lay on the bed and positioned myself on the side opposite the one where Kristy was laying. I placed put my hand on top of Kristy’s and she pulled hers away, allowing me to replace it with mine in one smooth motion. There was a brief moment when Nicole’s clit was neglected while my finger switched places with Kristy’s. Nicole apparently didn’t notice, her eyes were closed and she was lost in the moment.
Kristy sat on the opposite side of the bed while I administered to her friend’s needs, massaging her pussy and kissing a breast, flicking the erect nipple with my tongue. Nicole pushed her hips against my hand and she moaned, then slightly opened her eyes and found me nibbling her nipple instead of Kristy.
Her eyes opened wide and she started to say something but Kristy calmed her by leaning over and whispering in her ear, “Relax, Eric can make you feel better than you have ever felt before.” Nicole appeared to consider her options for a brief moment, then smiled and surrendered herself to me. She even spread her legs a little more, allowing me unrestricted access to her sex. I worked a finger into her pussy while maintaining clitoris contact with the palm of my hand. She shuddered and moaned with what I assumed was a small orgasm.
She watched me reposition myself on my knees between her legs. My cock was standing proudly for her to see. “You look lovely, so sexy, so feminine,” I told her as I positioned myself at her opening.
Nicole asked, “Will it hurt much?”
“Only a brief sharp pain that will be quickly be replaced by a feeling you’ve never had before and will enjoy for the rest of your life,” I told her, “It will pass more quickly if you relax. I’ll go slowly.”
She redirected her gaze from my face to my crotch. I placed my penis at her opening and pressed gently, slowly parting her inner lips and meeting resistance. I continued pressing until the head of my cock slipped into her tight canal. She winced, and then relaxed again when I paused to give her a chance to get used to the invasion.
Once again I pressed forward, advancing my rod another inch and hit her hymen. She was breathing heavily and I pressed on, stretching then breaking through the barrier. Nicole let out a little yip but recovered quickly.
“Was that it?” she asked.
“Yes, I think the hard part is over,” I told her.
She said, “That wasn’t bad at all, I expected it to hurt a lot more.”
“Everyone is different, some women experience sharp pain, others feel little at all,” I told her, “It appears that you are one of the latter.”
“Good,” she said, “Now for the good part, right?”
“That’s the game plan,” I answered as I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips and pulled out until only the head was inside of her. I began an in-and-out rhythm, advancing further with each gentle thrust until my dick was buried completely in her. She quivered all over; touched her nipples and her hips began to move to meet mine.
I was on my elbows, gently pounding her pussy and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers which resulted in her tightening her cunt muscles so hard that I had to exert more energy to pull out and press back in. She was already virgin-tight and her muscle tensing just made her tighter. I certainly wasn’t about to complain. It felt wonderful.
I continued to stroke her breasts as best as I could in that position and tweak her nipples. She was covered in goose bumps that felt like a thousand little nipples as my fingertips made the rounds of her tits. I sped up my rhythm a little and she followed my lead with her hips. Little moans came from her mouth while her eyes remained tightly closed.
When I thrust all the way in she pushed her pelvis to meet me and added a hip wiggle before retreating. I’d never had a woman do that before and it added a nice edge to the feeling. I could not have stopped at this point. I was roaring toward my orgasm and hoped that she would reach hers soon so that I could have some relief.
I drove it home time and time again until I felt her stop, tense up and let out an immense sigh as she started her orgasm. I came too. She let out a scream that the neighbors could have heard and shook all over. She was not only vocalizing her intense pleasure, she was crying and laughing and practically in hysterics!
After I shot my load deep inside of her she continued to thrust her hips and tense her stomach in ecstasy. I started to pull out when she finally calmed down a little. She wrapped her arms around my lower back and tried to stop me but my dick was wilting and it fell out on its own. I rolled over beside her and kissed her cheek. “Well, was your first time as good for you as it was for me?” I asked.
“Better than I ever imagined it would be,” she managed to say between deep breaths, “Thank you for being patient with me, it means a lot Erik. I’d like to do it all over again in about three minutes, when I get my breath back.”
“Uh, I think I’m going to need a little more time than that to recover,” I replied.
I had almost forgotten that we had an audience; I had been concentrating so hard on Nicole’s responses. I looked over at Brooke and found her relaxed on her chair with moisture coating her pussy lips.
Kristy stood at the foot of the bed and told me, “I think it ran out of film.” I had been so focused on Nicole that I hadn’t noticed her get up off of the bed and retrieve my camera. It appeared that Nicole would have something unusual, photos of her losing her virginity.
Kristy asked her best friend, “Didn’t I tell you that Erick would be gentle with you?”
“Oh yes, he was!” Nicole agreed, “He’s all I hoped that my first lover would be and more.”
‘Mission accomplished,’ I thought to myself as I kissed Nicole and got up to use the bathroom and get cleaned up.
It was a great summer. Kristy and I got together a few more times and, although she couldn’t experience orgasm every time, she still enjoyed trying. Her mother and Nicole pinch-hit for her when Kristy wasn’t available.
In the fall I hesitantly accepted a better job in another city and will always fondly remember my ‘sex in Seattle summer’.