My head was actually spinning, and I had to take a moment and close my eyes and concentrate really hard on focusing my sight on only one object when I reopened them, so that I could regain at least a semblance of control. Here I sat, a married professional man who only three short weeks ago had only noticed little girls when thinking of what they would look like when they were grown. I had never looked at even one with an eye for the actual beauty they possessed now that would be forever gone as soon as Mother Nature completed her processes. It had always been with an attitude of "Yes, I can see her mother's good looks, flowing hair, pert nose, or wicked smile, so soon to rule this child's appearance to rest of the world." I had never considered that the beauty she had now, as a child, was one that would soon disappear. Only to be replaced with the mostly "common" appearance, even if pretty, that most women adopted through so many hours of being told what they had to look like by television commercials and magazine advertisements.
Heather had somehow changed all that within the few short moments that it took for her to show me the real meaning of eroticism and sexuality. I still couldn't quite wrap my mind around all that had happened. When I did at last open my eyes again, I was treated to the unmistakable form of pure and absolute beauty. Standing in front of me, with one hand on her hip, and her eyes fixed squarely on mine, was the most exquisite creature ever to show up in my world. Whatever the cost in money or grief, I was sure I was going to spend as much time in her company as possible, for as long as possible. I guess you could say I was totally smitten from the first moment she made eye contact on that fateful day. As I prepared myself, if that was possible, for the next few moments events, Heather broke my trance with " Hey Derrick, how do you like this?" and begin twirling around causing the short little skirt to rise with the momentum to give a peek at the satiny little panties underneath. I was about to answer when we all heard the tinkle of the bells on the front door. Adrian was back. I spun to face the doorway to the studio, and watched as she came through carrying a large bag with some logo I couldn't make out on it.
She came over and told me that she had gotten the last cheerleader costume that the store had that was the same as the one Heather had on. She leaned a little closer and told me quietly, "Before I go change you need to know something. I have a "benefactor" who has photographed me since I was a little girl who likes me to stay "natural". I am not silky smooth like Heather is. I have hair in all the places that can be discreetly grown. "When I looked a little confused, she continued, "I do not shave under my arms, or in the bikini area, if you know what I mean." I told her that was perfectly OK with me; her hirsute contrast to her daughter's smoothness would probably make for more interesting pictures.
With that, she walked towards the changing area, and complemented Heather's appearance as she passed. I again focused all of my attention on this precocious little minx in front of me. She came over to where I sat, and took my hand. She led me to the large open area, and said I should begin setting up any lighting I may want as her mother would soon be out. She said her mother was a much faster dresser than she was. This seemed to make her giggle, and I understood immediately, as Adrian was already coming back through the curtains into the studio. She was indeed dressed identical to Heather, and the light blue cheerleader's outfit with its' short skirt showed her tan off really well. Her legs were silky smooth, and as if she read my mind, she said "Discreetly unshaven, remember? I shave everywhere that would be exposed in normal dress. I just don't wear sleeveless tops, or super short shorts."
Melinda, who I had almost forgotten was there, then came over and offered to help set up lighting. She asked what kind of shots was I interested in, and I told her we would do some normal cheerleader poses first. When we were both satisfied the lighting was sufficient, I had my two cheerleaders move in front of the screen and lights. As I soon learned, Adrian had been a cheerleader in high school and college, and Heather was now working in cheer camp for the upcoming pee wee football season. So I really had two "professional" cheerleaders to work with. They started some of the more simple cheers and jumps, as I turned on the digital camcorder Melinda had set up. I made sure the focus was correct and then started taking stills with a nice new digital camera. I was relying on their equipment this time, as I had not been prepared to move this fast into the actual photography phase.
When the girls did some of the jumps, I was down on my knees and taking shots with a very fast shutter to make sure I would not have blurred images to review later. I caught momentary glimpses of panties, and when I asked for more splits as they jumped, I thought I noticed dark spots peeking from Adrian's crotch, and very white from Heather's panty covered mons as they jumped and spread eagle for me. I would have to confirm with the review of the series later....
After a few moments of this type footage, I asked if we could move to them doing some exercises for the camera, like when cheerleaders warmed up before the big game. Again, they complied without question or remark. When they started doing bends and stretches, I asked that they turn around and face the backdrop, and point their butts my way. Both girls, young and older, giggled when I asked this.
As they looked over their shoulders at me, they said in unison "Like thisssss?" and stretched all the way forward, resting the palms of their hands on the floor. I was getting breathless, as I realized their panties had pulled up into their slits, Heather's not so deeply as her mother's, but nonetheless there were nether lips showing on both sides of the blue in that lovely divide. Adrian's blue was not so visible, as there was a patch of very dark curly hair wrapping itself deliciously around the material. I asked them to hold it as I took several more shots, and actually moved in quite closely to get some with the whole viewfinder filled with nothing but prepubescent and very post pubescent pussy. I have never seen anything so erotic or sexy in my life! When I had finished the close up shots, I started to move back out when Adrian said demurely, "You can touch as long as it is just for the sake of arranging costumes." I thought about this for about a millisecond before reaching in and running my index finger through under the leg band of first her panty, and then Heather's, to pull it more into the slit, and show more of the lips of each girls' pussy. When I did this, I felt exactly the same quiver from mom and daughter, and also exactly the same slipperiness along that glorious slit. I made no attempt to wipe it from my finger before bringing it back to within fractions of an inch from my nose as I started taking more shots. The smell was enough to cause my cock, which was already about to burst, to start leaking uncontrollably.
When we finished this round, I asked if they had any preference to how the next few would go. Heather was the first to blurt out, "With mom and me on the sofa doing more exercises!" I said that would be fine with me, and moved a chair in front of the sofa, along with the necessary lighting and the tripod the camcorder was on. I was just finishing setting up when both Adrian and Heather got the pillows on the sofa arranged to their liking. As I sat down and got into position, Adrian leaned back against the back of the sofa and pulled her right leg up resting her foot on the seat. This pulled her panty well to the side, as I had already given the growth of hair and lips of her pussy the freedom that it seemed they were seeking. I was surprised to see that the hair and the lips were both very shiny with the moisture I had felt previously, and the light blue crotch of the panties were starting to turn darker from the fluid being secreted into it. She then pulled Heather up onto her left knee, and back against her.
Heather then did something that totally took my breath away, and pulled her on right foot up onto the seat. She slid it over against her mother's foot, leaving a clear view to her mother's half covered crotch, and also opening up her own little crotch to my unobstructed view. Her panty had pulled more to the side as well since our last series, and now the entire length of her right pussy lip was exposed to my hungry eyes. These lips too showed the moisture so freely flowing, and her panty was even more sodden than her mother's with them. I had to fight trembling hands and an excruciating pain in my own crotch as my dick threatened to burst out of its' restraint soon. I was totally sloppy between my own legs, as my cock had stopped seeping and starting flowing with pre-cum at what I was viewing these two vixens do. It was hard to remember that one of these temptresses was only 8 years old. She was so fluid in her mimicry of her mother that I don't really know who was leading who. When they were both relaxed in their reclining position, with their pussies so wonderfully on display, I started snapping pictures one after the other. As I took them, Adrian reached around and started running her hand up and down Heather's smooth little thigh, inching ever closer to her shiny little pussy. I was taking so many pictures, I thought the camera might catch on fire, but I wasn't quitting with what I was seeing in front of me. As she slid her fingers along the very edge of the material to Heather's panty, Heather reached down and started doing the same. The difference was, when Heather's fingers came into contact with the long beautiful hairs curling out from under her mother's panty, she started winding them around her fingers before releasing them and running that dainty little finger back down the smooth thigh. This process was repeated over and over, until I thought I was going to die and fall over from the way my heart was pounding inside my chest. Not to mention the way my dick was straining to burst through my trousers. As we continued this game of "torture Derrick", Adrian made another move and settled deeper into the sofa, pushing her pussy further towards the edge, and spreading herself open more to me and the camera. Heather did this at the same time, both of them moving almost as one, until the panty covering both the mature and baby pussy was pulled all the way past the entrance into heaven they had been hiding.
Heather's little hole was peeking open, and although it was as small as the very tip of my pinky finger, it showed the wonderful pinkness that signals it is engorged with the blood that prepares it for pleasure. On looking at the other passage, I could only slightly see the entrance, as the hair had matted down with the copious flow it was absorbing. It was all but hiding the entrance, although I could tell from the shadow it created, it was much bigger and more developed than the slick little smoothie that was only inches away and closest to my eyes. I was sweating profusely, my crotch was soaked, not with sweat, and yet my mouth was as dry as powder. My body was in total overload, but I didn't care. I wanted to cum so badly I was about to cry. But I refused to until I saw where this was going.
As soon as they settled into their new position, Adrian pulled the crotch of Heather's panty to the side, completely exposing her moist little treasure. As Heather attempted to do the same, I was noticing she was having difficulties due to the presence of the hair entangled with it. Adrian spoke to her in a whisper, and at the same time both girls untangled their legs and arms, and raising their asses from the sofa, slid their panties off and down to their feet. Once there, they both kicked them out of the way. They then resumed their former position, almost without missing a beat of their exploration of each other's pussy. I was now beside myself. Both of these incredible creatures, especially the slick little one, were giving off an aroma that would be recognized as the ambrosia to the gods. I could smell each one's fragrance independently, and was surprised how much difference there was in them. Heather's was almost so faint as to be confused with a linen scent, and Adrian's was so musky and womanly, it would make you drunk if you got any closer. I was indeed hoping in the near future to get closer to both of them, in their turn. Maybe no sexual contact, as Adrian had already stated, but at least closer to the center of my desire.
As their ministrations continued, now free from the confines of the panties, both seemed to fall into a rhythm of comfortable knowledge of what they were after. Heather made no attempt to hide the fact that she was ready to cum, and pushed her sweet slippery little mound hard against her mother's invading fingers. Adrian also showed signs of impatience, and was grinding her pussy against the sofa and Heather's hand. Heather had slipped three fingers inside, and was sawing them in and out with gusto. She was doing everything possible to give her mother the same pleasure she was trying to achieve for herself. Adrian was slipping the very tip of her index finger into the folds of the overflowing little pussy she was working over, and alternating between tapping and rubbing her little bud in a circular motion. Heather was actually drooling, not only from her love hole, but her mouth. She was dripping sweet nectar on the sofa from below and her little cheerleader top from above. I actually caught myself holding my own breath at times, and had to remind myself to breath to keep from passing out. I was straining with both of them, trying to get the other to break the dam within and flow over the top of their passion. I wanted to watch Heather's face, and make sure I caught it on file, the exact moment it happened. It was very, very hard to concentrate on taking pictures with all the moaning, squirming, squishing, and grunting coming from the beautiful creatures in front of me.
I have taken some very hard exams, as an engineer, and nothing compared to the concentration it took to stay in the moment with this going on actual only a mere two feet from may face. I had moved in to capture every curling of every finger in every position they were going in to try to gain their pleasure. As I heard Heather start to actually suck in air, sounding like a child nursing, I knew she was getting close. I moved back to be able to catch the moment on her face when her pussy was crying out in its' completion. And then it was there. Her eyes snapped shut. Her mouth screwed up into a twist of agony. Her ass started hunching against her mother's hand. She was slobbering like a teething baby. Her pussy actually made the little pussy fart sounds some women make when air gets trapped there during intercourse. I know hers had not been penetrated over a half inch, as I was close enough to tell. It must have just been clamping shut so tightly on her mother's finger that nothing else would fit inside, not even the little bit of air that had found its' way in there as they played.
And Adrian. She had reached down with her free hand, and was proceeding to push as much of her daughter's hand inside her as she could. I could tell that her own pussy was not gaping and sloppy as some women get, as her daughter's fingers were only inside up to the palm. The tiny little hand would not go in. Good fact for storage for future thought. I was still trying to take pictures, but the looks and sounds coming from Heather had done me in. I burst my own dam, and didn't even care that I was totally ruining the only clothes I had with me. I would worry about that later. Right now, there was only one important thing going on. We were all cumming at almost the same time. Just as I was starting to dribble instead of blast cum into my underwear, I heard a groan from my right, and Melinda, who I had again forgotten was around, was sitting in a chair with her legs on each arm and her shorts and panties on one foot, grinding away at her own orgasm.
I finished taking pictures of Heather as the last oohs and ahhs came from her, and as she came down, and starting breathing again, so did I.
When we all had finished, including Melinda, there was a communal, Unnggh! When Adrian looked over at Melinda and asked how she was going to monitor things from that position, it was with a chuckle.
Melinda responded with "I have never seen anything like that, and I couldn't help it." I piped up that I had never even heard of anything like what we had just witnessed, and couldn't see how even a dead person could control themselves' in that room.
Adrian said she and Heather were going to clean up and change, and would be right back. When she had exited the studio for the change area, Melinda told me that they had never had such a request as mine in their years of modeling, and didn't know what had just happened. I told her I didn't either, but was damn sure glad I was there when it did.
Adrian was soon back, and said Heather would be rejoining us soon. She seemed a little upset, and when I asked her about it, she just said she didn't want to talk about it right now, maybe later.
She also told me it was time for Melinda and I to get together and set up payment plans, and she would see to it that was done as soon as Melinda came back from cleaning up as well.
I didn't care what plans or promises I had to make. I just knew I was prepared to go to whatever lengths required to continue with my new found love of photography.............
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