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 ï>¿My Photo Friend by Kaisergirl

   Mutual shaving becomes an explicit photo session.

   I arrived home from a shopping trip to find Stephie sitting against the
door to my flat looking very down in the dumps.  "Well!  You look happy. 
You lost your pay packet or something?"

   "Dumped the bastard.  It's not enough that he nicks off me.  He's been
shagging some tart at the fucking pub too.  I'm so glad I made him use
condoms; I bet that dirty slapper didn't!"

   "Come on, let's get you inside." We went into my apartment and I went to
put the kettle on.  Stephie's one of my oldest, and probably best, friends.
She's a lovely person and absolutely gorgeous, too.  But she just picks all
the wrong blokes and ends up getting hurt.  Returning to the lounge I could
see that she was close to tears.  So, sitting next to her on the sofa I
hugged her gently and the deluge began.  "Go on babe, wash the selfish sod
away."

   She cried hard for about ten minutes and when I felt she'd about
finished, I went and made coffee.  Bringing in the mugs she looked up at
me, still a little tearful, but now with a smile on her face too.  "Thanks
Lauren.  You're always there for me.

   "What's wrong with me Lauren?  Am I a horrible person, or ugly?  Do I
deserve all this crap I get from men?  What am I doing wrong?"

   "I don't think there's anything much wrong with you Steph.  But honestly
love; your taste in men is pretty dire at the best of times and you do have
a knack for picking some pretty dubious fellas.  And let's be honest.  You
really can be very gullible, can't you?"

   "Do you really think so?  The trouble is, I always put too much faith in
them.  I always believe in them and think that they're going to be as
honest with me as I am with them.  Maybe I ought to try being gay.  At
least that way I might get someone with values more like mine."

   "Well, you know that won't work.  When we accidentally walked into that
lesbian bar in London last year, you were all embarrassed and couldn't wait
to get out of there.  If you couldn't look at it, how are you going to do
it?"

   With a resigned look on her face, Lauren looked up at me and said,
"Yeah. You're right.  I'm just gonna have to stay on my own for the rest of
my life and end up a lonely old spinster.  Fuck it!  I think I'll go home
and get pissed."

   I laughed and said, "Tell you what.  There's a booze shop on the corner.
Let's go and get a couple of bottles and get pissed together, here.  You
can sleep in the spare room.  It's Saturday tomorrow and we don't have to
be up early, so we can sleep it off."

   So.  That's what we did.  We started off on a bottle of wine, followed
by some really nice cherry brandy that I had.  We got to talking about men
and as the alcohol level went up, more and more of our insecurities came
tumbling out.  I'd broken up with my last boyfriend, Dennis, nearly a year
ago and my sense of self-worth had since taken a dive.  Getting drunk
reminded me of just how low I'd felt.  And Steph!  Well!  She was just
stuck in a great pit and by the time we got on to rum and blacks she was
sobbing about how ugly she must be and how stupid she is.  And then we got
so pissed we started giggling out of control.

   I think it was about then that I must have mentioned how I thought she
was dead pretty and that my friend Jerry, who's a photographer, would
probably fall over himself to get her to pose for him.  At that idea, Steph
burst out laughing even more and started pulling silly faces and getting
into daft posing positions.  We were laughing hysterically...

   Until we started puking.  Oh God, I felt ill.  We both puked back most
of what we'd been eating and drinking.  I think some of what came back was
from meals I had two weeks ago.  Neither of us made it to bed that night.
We just curled up, fully clothed, on the rug with a couple of cushions at,
I think, about three in the morning.

   I awoke at 7:00ish and woke Steph.  Then we staggered off together and
got into my bed, still fully clothed, where we slept through to 1:00pm. 
God I felt rough.  At one time, Steph used to stay with me a lot and as I
have a large shower cubicle it wasn't unusual for us to shower together. 
Waking her again, we walked very carefully and gently, supporting each
other as we went, into the bathroom, got undressed and into the cubicle,
almost with our eyes closed.  Without thinking, I turned the shower on and
we were both drenched in an absolute deluge of bloody cold water, until the
warm water began to come through.

   That woke us up, I can tell you.  Steph screamed and swore, as did I,
but it seemed to do us some good.  We dried off and I lent her a dressing
gown, then we went off to make some breakfast.  We decided we needed a
proper breakfast of eggs, bacon, tomatoes and mushrooms.  As we sat
together eating, Steph looked up at me and asked, "Lauren, it's not that
long since we last showered together is it?  I've never noticed before that
you shave your pubes, how long have you been doing that?"

   I thought about it and replied, "Actually, it's a couple of years since
you last stayed here.  Dennis persuaded me to try shaving; he seemed to
have a thing about it and in the end I decided to give it a try.  It's the
one thing I've got to thank him for and I've been doing it ever since."

   "But you haven't had a boyfriend since so why do you still do it?"

   I think I blushed a bit.  Then I replied, "It feels so nice.  Even if I
don't have a boyfriend I still need to, you know...  have the occasional
orgasm...  even if it's, you know...  just me."

   When I'd said that, Steph blushed profusely.  "Oh, right.  I see.  Er,
sorry.  Didn't mean to embarrass you."

   Silence reigned for a few minutes and then Steph, who'd been closely
examining her breakfast, asked, "Er, Lauren?  Do you mind if I ask you
about it?  You know, the shaving."

   With a deep sigh I said, "Ok, what do you want to know then?"

   "Well, first of all, what did you mean, 'It's the one thing you've got
to thank him for'?"

   "Have you never shaved yourself down there then?"

   "No.  It never occurred to me to shave."

   "Oh!  I thought everyone did it these days, at least sometimes." I
considered my answer for a moment and then went on, "The first time I
shaved, I made a bit of a mess of it and ended up with lots of little cuts
everywhere.  But as I rinsed the shaving foam off I realised how nice it
felt down there.  So smooth and sooo, so sensitive." As I went on I began
to blush madly again.  "I began to, you know, stroke myself there and it
felt lovely.  I carried on, stroking myself right down between my legs to
my lips and then back up to my clit.  It just got better and better.  I
ended up having a tremendous orgasm.  And then another one.  I had about
five or six all told that time and it was lovely.  Decided there and then
that I was going to carry on shaving and here I am."

   "How often do you shave?"

   "Usually every morning.  I didn't do it this morning because, well, for
a start, you were there and it didn't seem appropriate, and secondly, I
still felt pissed and wouldn't have trusted myself with a lollipop stick,
let alone a razor."

   We finished breakfast in silence and then went back into my bedroom to
get dressed.  As we did so, Steph suddenly seemed to notice the framed
photographs on the walls, which are of me in various sensual poses.  Gazing
from the pictures and back to me, she asked, "Blimey Lauren.  When did you
get these done?  I didn't spot 'em last night I was so drunk, but flippin'
'eck, they're quite saucy, aren't they?"

   "I told you about my photographer friend last night.  Don't you
remember? I said he'd probably like to have you pose for him and you
started doing all those daft poses and mucking about."

   "Oh yes!  It's beginning to come back to me now.  But I don't remember
you saying anything about posing yourself."

   "No, you're right.  I probably didn't.  We were laughing and giggling so
much I must have forgotten to mention it," I said.  "Anyway, if you ever
fancy it, you know, I could ask him for you.  We could even do a set
together, for fun, if you like."

   We had a little lunch and Steph went home later feeling just a little
better about herself.  I was surprised when, the following morning, she
turned up on my doorstep again.

   "Lauren," she began, "I've not been able to stop thinking about your
suggestion all night and had to come back and talk about it."

   I was wracking my brain trying to remember what she was talking about,
"What suggestion?"

   "You know, the photo session."

   "Oh that.  I take it from your level of excitement that you'd like me to
arrange it for you then?"

   "God, yes!  I've never had my picture taken properly before and the
thought of posing like you did just seemed to excite me.  So, yes.  If you
can set it up, I'd like to try it.  If that's ok with you."

   So I agreed to see what I could do.  Jerry is quite a nice bloke.  When
he'd photographed me, he'd been living with a friend of mine and had asked
me when we were all out together one night.  I agreed to pose as long as
Clare, my friend and his girlfriend, was ok with it.  They'd both come to
my flat and Clare had helped me with my hair and makeup.  It'd only taken
an hour.  Jerry had been very professional and nothing had happened.  At
least, nothing had happened whilst they were there, that is.  I found the
session to be an incredible turn-on and when they'd left, I went straight
back into the bedroom, got all my favourite sex toys out and played with
myself until I was sore as hell and had come about a dozen times.  I still
masturbate regularly thinking about that photo session and what might have
happened.

   So I rang the flat where they lived.  Jerry answered and I told him who
I was and then asked to speak to Clare.  He was silent for a moment and
then said, "Look, I'm very sorry Lauren, but we broke up about two or three
months ago.  Clare's living with someone else now; a barman I think.  It
just didn't work out between us.  She moved out of here and straight in
with him.  I think it had been going on for a while.  We hadn't been, you
know, living as a 'couple' for some time.  And to be honest, it was a bit
of a relief.  The spark had definitely gone, so it was for the best
really."

   I expressed my sympathy, etc and said it had been nice talking and I'd
see him around and then hung up.  I cursed when I'd put the phone down, but
then decided to ring him straight back.  As he picked up at his end I said,
"Hi, it's me again, sorry.  It wasn't actually Clare I wanted to talk to,
it was you."

   "Oh, ok.  How can I help you then?"

   "Remember those pictures you took of me last year?" "Yes." "Well,
another of my friend's would like to have her pictures taken too.  Similar
to the ones you did of me.  And I might have some more done too.  If you'd
like to do some more, of course."

   Silence!  And then, "Er, yeah, ok.  That could be arranged.  But I think
I'd prefer to meet your friend first and discuss things.  Would that be
ok?"

   We had a chat about a few details and agreed to meet that evening in a
pub near my flat.  He didn't have a girlfriend at present, so didn't have
to have her agreement, or worry about upsetting her if she didn't like the
idea.  The meeting went well; Steph and Jerry got on like a house on fire
and we set it up for the following Friday evening, with the idea that he'd
do a photo session and then go home to print out the best ones.  He'd leave
his lighting set up so that he could come back the next evening, with the
pictures, to make any alterations and finish off the session.

   I could not believe how Steph was when she arrived two hours early the
following Friday.  She was an absolute bag of nerves, full of nervous
chatter about absolutely nothing.  I took her in, sat her down and gave her
a large G & T.  After twenty minutes or so she began to chill a bit and
gradually came back down to Earth.  We'd already decided on her outfits for
the session earlier in the week so all she had left to do was get ready. 
As I'd showered earlier I told her to go and have one too and then put on
my silk wrap; we'd decide on clothes when Jerry was ready to shoot.

   Jerry arrived exactly on time and got set up really quickly.  We'd
agreed to use my lounge because it was the largest room and there was
plenty of space for the lighting and tripods.  Having posed for him myself
on a couple of occasions, I had total confidence in him and his
professional attitude and as soon as Steph was ready he took control,
getting her to show him her outfits, talking about which order to use them
in and then leaving us alone to get her dressed.

   For her first outfit Steph was wearing a royal blue skirt suit, which
matched her blue eyes and raven hair and that finished just above her
knees, with a white, fitted blouse.  For her underwear we'd chosen a white,
three quarter, under wired, platform bra with widely spaced straps that
left her ample cleavage fairly open, and matching white briefs and
suspender belt, with black seamed stockings attached.  The effect was
breathtaking and we'd finished it off with her black, horn-rimmed glasses
(which she tried to kid people she didn't need) and a pair of black, patent
court shoes with four inch stiletto heals

   Presented with this vision, Jerry gave a firm nod of approval and
immediately got the session going.  He had Steph sitting in very prim
poses, knees together and looking very shy.  Then she posed standing in
various positions, but always looking wonderfully demure.  After about ten
minutes of these poses, Jerry said, "Right Steph, I need to know how you
want to go on from here.  We could keep the mood very demure and only shoot
you fully clothed, or we could go on from here to more risquÃ(C) poses. 
It's up to you.  The second option would involve removing some of your
clothes, of course."

   "Well, I'm not here to just look like a virgin.  What do you want me to
take off first?"

   "Good.  That's what I expected.  Start by slipping out of your jacket. I
want to get some shots of that very pretty blouse.  Then we'll go for the
"getting undressed for bed" look.  I'll leave it up to you how far you go."

   It wasn't long before she was down to her undies and to be honest, she
looked really good.  Steph was a natural and went from pose to pose without
fuss.  In certain views from the front you could just make out her quite
prominent pubic bush and the first time it showed I saw Jerry do a double
take as the dark triangle came into view.  Then he said, "Are you happy to
go on?" to which Steph nodded her consent.  "I have to tell you though
Steph; this is the first time in several years that I've photographed
anyone with a full set of pubes.  In my experience, most girls remove most,
or usually all, of their bush, especially when they're being photographed."

   "Oh.  Lauren said something similar last week.  What do you suggest we
do?"

   "It's up to you really.  Would you like to have them removed, or carry
on as you are?"

   "Well, if I go for the removal option, what are you suggesting?"

   "I don't know.  Lauren, have you got any ideas?"

   I thought about it for a while and a plan sort of developed in my head
that got me quite turned on.  I said, "What about if we make a slight
alteration to our plans and make it a two person, sort of semi-lezzy type
shoot?  We could make it look like Steph's flat mate has come home, found
her getting ready for bed and then take it from there.  The flat mate could
shave Steph's pubes for her and then they could pose together to finish off
the session.  How does that grab you?"

   Stunned silence!

   Jerry looked across to Steph who slowly looked from him to me.  Then she
said, "Ok.  Sounds good to me." But as she said it, trying to sound cool
and to pass it off as nothing unusual, I heard a little tremor in her voice
and I just knew that she was as turned on by the idea as I was.  Neither of
us is gay or bi or anything, but it was just a thing in the moment, sort
of.

   So we carried on and I went and put on some nice clothes myself.  For
the camera, we made it appear that I was just getting in from shopping. 
Jerry continued his direction and I took my jacket off, beneath which I was
wearing a short, pleated skirt and a cropped, very brief halter-top, tied
loosely at the neck and back.  Then he instructed us to look like we were
having a little welcome home kiss.  I'd certainly never kissed another girl
before and I was pretty sure that Steph hadn't either.  As I went into her
arms I'd intended to just give a little peck on the lips, but it
immediately went a lot further than that and turned into a full on kiss,
tongues and all.  After a few seconds, I broke off and looked into her
eyes. "Are you ok with this?  Do you want to go on?" I whispered.

   Steph whispered back, "I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my
life.  You bet your fucking arse I want to go on!" I leaned back in and
carried on where we'd left off, the kiss becoming more and more passionate.
Jerry told us to pretend to stroke each other.  Steph's hands were all over
me, stroking my back and coming round inside my top and stroking my
breasts, then down to my backside, under my skirt, whilst both of my hands
attended to her ample breasts and nipples.  I could hear the camera
clicking away and for some reason that turned me on even more.  On Jerry's
directions, I gently lowered Steph to the settee, kissing her all over and
then knelt in front of her.  Putting my hands behind her, I released the
catch on her bra and brought my hands round to cup her breasts beneath the
loosened garment, stroking her now erect nipples with my thumbs.  Removing
the bra completely, I leant in and softly kissed her nipples and then
trailed more kisses down over her firm stomach.

   Then Jerry said, " Ok.  Now Lauren, I want you to take Steph's knickers
off and then pretend to start using your tongue on her." As my hands
reached her panties I hooked my fingers into the waste band and dragged
them down, waiting as she lifted her beautiful bottom off the settee so I
could get them all the way down.  My kisses continued down to her vulva and
my tongue darted out, very lightly brushing against her clitoral hood and
then very slowly, I traced a line down along her very damp lips.  I heard
Steph gasp and say, "Oh shit.  Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

   Unfortunately, within seconds, I found myself with a pubic hair in my
mouth and had to pull my head away to get rid of it.  Steph moaned aloud in
frustration and Jerry said, with a grin in his voice, "Ok girls.  We'll
stop there for now.  You see what us men have to put up with Lauren? 
Pretty off-putting, isn't it?"

   "Yeah, it is.  Shall we take this opportunity to start shaving Steph's
muff?"

   I'd already taken my shaving kit, plus a fresh blade, from the bathroom.
I fetched a bowl of very warm water from the kitchen and set to work. 
First I trimmed Steph's pubes as close as I could with a pair of scissors
and put the trimmings in the bin before soaking what was left of her pubes
with a flannel.  Next I squeezed some shaving gel on her and spread it all
over her pubes.  It didn't take long and I'd soon shaved her as smooth as
silk all over, including around her arsehole.  Jerry was clicking away all
the time and must have got some really good shots of a woman being shaved.

   After washing the residue of the foam away, I told Steph to touch
herself to feel what it was like.  Bringing her hand down to her now bare
muff, the look on her face was a picture.  "Oh my fucking god.  This feels
fantastic.  It's like being touched for the very first time.  Ever.  I feel
sooo sensitive." With her legs spread fully apart, Jerry told me to put my
face back onto her quim and pretend to start kissing her small, crinkly
inner lips again.  He told Steph to hold her lips apart so I could gently
licked along them, before licking up and along to her clit, which was now
very erect.  She was moaning loudly and saying, "Oh, oh oooh.  Shit.  Oh
fuck." All the while Jerry was clicking away.

   Then suddenly, Steph put her hands to the back of my head and pulled
herself onto me, groaning all the time and in no time at all, she was
spasming furiously against my face in an explosive orgasm.  "Fuck.  Fuck.
Fuck me.  Oh fuck me hard.  Lick my fucking clit.  Aah.  Ooh.  Nnng.  Huh.
Huh.  Huh.  Huh.  Aaaagh." The floodgates opened and she came like an
express train, grinding her cunt against my face, nose and lips.  It was
just so erotic it nearly made me come in sympathy.

   "Oh Jesus, Lauren.  I really needed that.  My god that was big." Taking
my head in her hands, she gently pulled me toward her.  Moving back up her
body our lips met again and we kissed deeply, long and hard, all the while
to the soft sound of Jerry clicking away with his camera.

   Jerry then instructed Steph to start undressing me.  I felt her reach
behind me and pull the strings tying my top across my back and felt my tits
become unburdened by the fabric, hanging free yet still a little
constrained.  She then untied the knot at the back of my neck and the top
fell away from me.  She brought her hands round to my now fully exposed
boobs, gently caressing them and stroking my nipples with the tips of her
fingers and thumbs.  Click.  Click.  Click.  She stood me up, kneeling
before me, and reached up, removing my tiny skirt, leaving me standing in
just a tiny micro thong.

   I looked across at Jerry for the first time in ages and couldn't help
noticing that he had a raging hard on forming a tent in his trousers.  Then
another wicked thought entered my head.  I decided to hold onto it for a
while.

   Steph began stroking me through the thong, her middle finger tracing a
line from my arse to my clit and back again.  It was wonderful.  With my
legs wide apart and Steph still kneeling, she brought her face right up to
my thong and then poked her tongue out so that it made firm contact with my
throbbing clit, through the fabric of the thong.  Leaving a damp patch
there from her saliva, she moved her face down slightly, bringing her nose
into play and then started to gently massage my ultra sensitive clit with
it.  After a few rapturous moments of this, Jerry told her to turn me
around so he could photograph my bum and as he clicked away, Steph took a
hold of the sides of my thong and slowly pulled it down, over my hips. 
Pulling it even lower, past my knees, the crotch of the thong was caught in
my groin and round my fanny, which felt wonderful.  I bent down, placing my
hands on the sofa and as I did so, the gusset of the thong suddenly
released, shooting down my legs.  It felt so nice, I nearly climaxed.

   Next, Jerry said to start kissing my backside whilst I was bent over. 
However, Steph did much more than that.  First she gave little pecks all
over my bum cheeks.  Then, using her hands, she gently forced my legs apart
and as she did so, continued kissing along the crack of my arse.  When my
legs were far enough apart for her plans, she licked slowly down from my
anus right along to my clit.  The pleasure was so intense.  Then she licked
back again, all the way up to my little puckered bum hole.  She licked
around and around, almost driving me wild with the sensations.

   Jerry said, "Right then.  Now I want you to change positions for me and
get into the scissors position." We both looked at him in astonishment,
neither of us having the slightest inkling what he meant.  It didn't take
long for understanding to set in though and we both got onto the settee, on
our backs, with our legs 'scissoring' and our fannies touching.  I didn't
think much to this position, until we started moving a little and our lady
bits began to rub together.  And then; "OOOH FUCK!" we both said, in
unison. "That's it." Jerry said, from a position directly over us.  "Now
start grinding yourselves together."

   As we did so, I knew that I was about to come.  The orgasm started in a
spot right between my clit and my arsehole, but sort of deep inside, and
then moved forward to where Steph was rubbing her clit against mine, before
spreading out in wave after wave of the most intense pleasure it's possible
to imagine.  I let out scream after scream, swearing profusely, as one of
the most profound and intense orgasms I'd ever experienced, ripped through
my body in a tremulous explosion that reached right up into the centre of
my brain, which had ceased to be aware of anything but the rapture
emanating from deep within my throbbing, twitching cunt.

   I laid there for a while, not moving, deep in my own reverie.  Sitting
up, I looked across at Steph who was laying with her eyes closed, and then
across at Jerry, still sporting his substantial erection in his pants, and
remembered my earlier idea.  "Hey Steph," I said.  "This isn't really fair
is it?  Us doing all the work.  Don't you think it's about time Jerry got
involved, too?"

   Steph opened her eyes and with a sly look, said, "Why Lauren.  Whatever
do you mean?"

   "I reckon Jerry ought to be joining in.  Here we both are, all our kit
off, and he's not even undone a shoelace!  What do you say to getting some
of his kit off and including him in the photos?"

   Jerry had a worried look on his face as he said, "Er, look.  I'm only
here to take photos.  I'm no good in front of the camera."

   With a devilish look in her eyes, Steph said, "Now don't you worry about
that.  We'll take care of things.  You just look pretty for us and come
over here." Jerry appeared rooted to the spot so I went over to him.  I got
him to show me what to do and we set up the camera on a tripod.  It turned
out that the camera could be operated by wireless remote control.  Pointing
the tripod-mounted camera at the settee, I took the remote and holding him
by the arm, moved him towards Steph.

   "Gordon Bennett, Jerry.  That thing looks really uncomfortable, squashed
up in those trousers.  Here, let me help you." And with that, Steph reached
up and loosened first his belt, and then the buttons and zip.  She gently
pulled his trousers down to reveal the tip of his very hard and nicely
proportioned cock poking out of the side of his boxers.  She dipped her
head and lightly licked the dewdrop from the tip of it.

   I decided to take over the role of director and with Jerry standing
between us, said, "Ok Steph, now pull down the front of his boxers while I
take care of the back." As his underpants came down, I heard Jerry do a
little gasp, presumably as Steph took his cock into her mouth.  I just kept
firing off the remote, taking a photo every second or so, all the while
kissing his delicious looking bum.  In no time he was completely naked, his
rampant pole standing proud in front of him.  With my free hand, I reached
round and cupped his balls and felt Steph's hand on the base of his cock as
her head moved slowly up down, giving him a blow job.

   "Ok.  Let's change positions now," I said.  "Steph, I want you to kneel
on the sofa, legs slightly apart, with your bum hanging over the edge."
When she was in place, I said, "Jerry, I want you to pretend to be about to
fuck her from the back and I'll pretend to be guiding your prick into her
quim." I'd decided to carry on with the 'pretend' theme, even though I knew
full well that we were far beyond just posing for fake shots.  As Jerry
moved into position I took hold of his cock for the first time.  It really
was a nice 'Goldilocks' one -- not too big and not too small.  I've had
both and don't really like either.  Too small and you can't really feel
them and too big and they make you sore for days afterwards.  I'd sooner
have one that you can feel properly and can have day after day.

   Guiding him towards Steph's fully exposed fanny by his prick, I moved
him to where it was just touching Steph's lips, clicking away constantly.
Pulling him in just a little closer, I stroked it up and down her crack. 
"Ok," I said.  "Now just move in a tiny bit more so you can pretend to be
fucking her." I guided most of Jerry's knob end into Steph, took a couple
of pics and then moved him back out again.  "Now I want you to pretend to
be about to fuck her up the arse."

   Taking hold of his cock again, I moved it upwards to Steph's tight
little anus.  Placing it in position, I said, "Just put a tiny bit of
pressure on it, Jerry." For all the world, it looked like Jerry was
actually fucking Steph's arse, even though he wasn't really penetrating
her. Next, repositioning him again at Steph's lips, I said, "I suppose
really, we ought to have a couple of pictures of Jerry's cock buried all
the way into you in this position Steph, don't you?" Looking over her
shoulder with a wicked grin on her face, she just nodded, so gripping
Jerry's prick I held it in place and told him to slowly push it all the way
in.

   Jerry looked a little flustered and unsure of himself.  "Are you sure
you want me to do this Steph?" He asked.

   "Are you kidding?  Get that prick into me now, I'm having a fantastic
time!"

   As it slid in, I clicked away and I could hear both of them moaning and
grunting.  I have to say, I was quite impressed with Jerry's staying power.
I'd half expected him to pop his rocks ages ago and thought he must be
close to it.  After just a couple of strokes, I said, "Ok Jerry.  Let's
change again."

   Getting him to lie on the floor on his back, I then got Steph to sit
over his face, looking towards his feet.  "Now Steph.  Just lower yourself
down a bit so it looks like your getting oral." Doing as she was told I saw
her lips drop onto and touch Jerry's mouth, which drew another gasp from
her and then Jerry's tongue snaked out and began stroking along her cleft.
Almost immediately Steph convulsed into yet another mighty orgasm.  She sat
hard on his face, grinding her cunt into his mouth, nose and chin.  She
moaned wildly, grunting in an animalistic way, desperately trying to catch
her breath whilst abandoning herself to the madly erotic, intimate
sensations and all the while I just kept clicking away on my remote.

   "Fucking hell Steph.  That looked beautiful." I said, after giving her a
couple of minutes to recover.  "I think now we can do a few shots of you
pretending to blow Jerry's cock.  Stay in that position and just grip the
base of it with one hand." Supporting herself on her left hand she gripped
his still rock hard cock in her right and lowered her head to just above
the tip.  Clicking the remote a couple of times, I then instructed her to
put just the tip in her mouth.  As she brought her head down to his cock I
saw her tongue poking out of her mouth, licking on the end of his knob. 
Then it was in her mouth and she began a slow and gentle up and down
rhythm, slurping on it with her lips and stroking it, oh so softly with her
hand, taking it deeper and deeper with every stroke.  After just a couple
of minutes of this erotic action and to my utter amazement, she was taking
the whole of his cock all the way down her throat, right to the hilt. 
Jerry's arse was lifting off the floor with each stroke, rising to meet her
slurping mouth.  He looked about to come so I said, "Steph, when he comes I
want to see it squirt."

   Another three strokes and he was nearly there.  Steph brought her head
away slightly and increased the pressure with her hand, stroking his prick
up and down, faster and faster, all the while keeping her mouth close to
the tip.  Suddenly, Jerry's hips heaved off the floor and he grunted as a
huge gob of semen was ejected from his cock, straight into Steph's waiting
mouth.  "Oh Jesus!  FUCK." As she swallowed hard, the next jet hit her on
the lips and she opened her mouth to lick them dry, just as the next wad
was ejaculated.  "Uuh.  Unnh!  AAAGH!" he groaned.  This time she managed
to take most of it into her mouth again and then she lowered her mouth back
down onto his knob, slurping and gobbling all he had left until she'd
sucked him dry.  I was really pleased I'd got the shots, and oh so turned
on.

   Five minutes later, when they'd recovered a little, I said, "That was a
really big load Jerry, you must have been saving it up."

   "I've been on my own for quite a while and I've been too busy to do
anything about it.  My balls were about bursting already but god, I was
turned on then."

   I was hoping he had something left, but realised we all needed a short
break.  "Shall we have a drink and discuss what shots to do next, now?" I
said and went to fetch more wine.  When I got back Steph had cleaned her
face off and was re-applying her makeup.  Both were thankfully still nude.
Making plans for the next shots, we decided that Steph and I would do some
more lezzy poses and get some toys out in the process.  I asked Jerry how
many shots his camera could take and he said that with the 32GB card he was
using, it was about two thousand in total, that we'd taken about six or
seven hundred so far and that the batteries had loads of life left in them.
The flash lighting was all mains powered.

   After we'd all rested a while and had a drink, I got back on the sofa
with Steph.  I sat and she laid on her back with her head in my lap.  I
played my fingertips very softly around her nipples, then down to her
mound, gently stroking along her clitoris again and back up to her nipples.
Leaning over I brushed my lips over hers.  Her lips parted slightly and I
licked in the tiny gap between them until her tongue rose to meet mine.  We
went into a soft and slow French kiss lasting for a couple of minutes and
then I extricated myself from beneath her and laid over her in a
sixty-nine. As Steph started to stroke my soft, crinkly labia with her
tongue, I was just aware of Jerry, first positioning himself so he could
shoot Steph licking me and then moving down to the other end to see my
mouth and tongue in action.  I was already incredibly turned on, but
knowing that he was there recording what we were doing brought me up to
almost fever pitch.  Steph's tongue was stroking along the full length of
my fanny and then her tongue reached my bum hole.  She licked back and
forth along and around my anus, rimming me for ages before returning to my
quim.  She repeated this several times and I was very close to coming
again. Then, from out of nowhere (I think Jerry must have passed it to
her), she had a vibrator in her hand and was stroking my cunt with it.  She
put it in place and started to push it very slowly up my quim, whilst at
the same time using her tongue on my clit.  I was in heaven.  As the dildo
went in to my full depth, she turned it up to its maximum setting and
increased the pressure on my clit.  I could hold back no longer and came
like a hand grenade, exploding onto her mouth.  "Ooooh, fucking HELL.  Oh
fuck!  Fuck!  FUCK!  Aaaghh!  OH MY FUCKING GOD!  FUCK ME!  LICK ME! 
FUUUCK MEEE!" With my body in complete spasm, I shuddered to a fantastic
climax, waves of pleasure flowing out from the depths of my quivering
vagina, washing over me like a mighty tsunami obliterating a desert island
and then slowly receding as the force of it passes over.  Gently now, I
came down from the peak of my pleasure, relaxing, my brain regaining
control of my exhausted body.

   Feeling utterly spent, I collapsed down onto Steph's face, my fingers
still inside her love tube where they'd been playing.  After a couple more
minutes I began to resurface again and said, "My god, that was nice.  I'd
forgotten about the toys.  I think we'll use some for the next shots too."
Rising into a sitting position, I saw my box full of toys lying on the
floor behind the camera gear.  Getting up and going over to it, I rifled
through the box, taking out some of my favourites, including a double-ended
dildo and a strap-on rabbit.

   Looking at the toys, Steph said, "Oh wow, Lauren.  They look wicked. 
Who's gonna get what?"

   "I think we can both 'get' all of them.  There's no rush and there's
plenty of time."

   We lay in the scissor position again, this time on the sofa, with the
double-ended dong.  Jerry started shooting again as we began to insert it,
first into Steph and then into me.  It's about ten or eleven inches long
and we managed to push it all the way in until our muffs met and our clits
began to rub together again.  It was so nice.  Then Jerry passed me a
little silver bullet, which I pressed down between our clits, vibrating us
both to a near frenzy.  Jerry was standing quite close to me and I could
see that he again had a raging hard-on; he was getting really turned on
again, which pleased me a lot.

   Bringing us back to the present, Jerry said, "Ok, girls.  Can we switch
to the strap-on rabbit now please?"

   In unison, we both said, "O-o-oh!" and then realised that maybe the
rabbit would be even better.  I said, "I'll do you first and then you do
me."

   In reply, Steph said, "Actually, it looks as though Jerry's ready again
now.  Why don't we do some more of those 'pretend' shagging shots, this
time on you too?"

   Rising from the settee, I thought it was a great idea and took the
opportunity to drag him onto me, pulling him gently by his cock.  "Come
here, big boy.  Let me feel how hard it is." As I stroked it lightly,
pulling his foreskin back and forth over his purple knob, it felt
wonderfully firm and I decided that he was going to use it on me next as
Steph had already had some.  "Ok Steph.  You can take charge of the camera
remote for a while and do the directing.  I'll do some posing."

   Jerry showed Steph how to use the camera and even how to take it off its
tripod and shoot manually.  Then we got down to some posing.  Steph's first
orders were for Jerry to lie flat on his back and for me to straddle him,
laying his erection along his belly and sliding my fanny along it.  Even
though I felt sufficiently wet from my previous activity, we also applied
some lube to prevent any soreness.  Steph came round to both ends to take
shots as I slid back and forth.  I'd never done this before and the
sensations I was getting were lovely, with Jerry's cock grinding away at my
clit.  Steph then put the camera back on its tripod and said, "I want to
make it look like you're fucking in that position now.  I'm going to hold
the tip of his cock up to your clit so it looks like it's about to enter
you."

   Holding his cock and slightly stroking it, as I lifted myself into
place, she positioned it against my clitoris and I heard the camera's
shutter click.  I started to slide myself against it, bringing the tip
against the entrance to my quim.  I slid further down, feeling Steph
lightly pushing Jerry's hardness into me.  Click.  Then right down his
shaft until it was buried to the hilt.  Click, click, click.  "This'll look
good," she commented, as she bent her head down and licked along the crack
of my bum and then spread my cheeks before rimming me again.  Click, click.

   "Lauren.  Lie on the sofa with your bum hanging over the edge.  Jerry.
Get on your knees between her legs and put your bell end into her." We did
as we were told and as Jerry's cock got into place I put my hand down and
gripped it, making it appear that I was pulling it into me.  Click, click.
And then I did pull it into me, riding it for just a couple of seconds.

   We went through a whole range of positions, with Jerry fucking both of
us, but only for a very few strokes at a time and then we got back to the
strap-on.  I could see that Steph was extremely close to another climax, so
I took control again and used it on her first.  Putting her on her back, on
the settee, I knelt on the floor between her shaking legs and put the cock
part of the rabbit against her cunt, sliding it up and down her gash. 
Moving it slowly down her cleft, I pushed its end slowly into her, a little
bit at a time, before pulling it back again until it was almost out.  She
was so wet.  I pushed it back in again, just a touch further than before
and then out again.  I carried on like this until the whole of the shaft
was buried in her and the ears of the rabbit were buzzing away at her clit.
I began a slow rhythm, in and out, only moving about an inch at a time,
keeping the ears in contact with her clitty.  Her legs rose and wrapped
around my back, locking at the ankles and pulling me tightly onto her.  I
could feel the strap-on vibrating, through the harness against my own clit.
And then Steph's body sort of jerked hard against me, one, two, three, four
times, in quick succession as she grunted, "Uuh, unh, aagh, FUCK", as she
orgasmed yet again, for what was to be her last climax of the evening.

   We lay there for a time, not speaking, until Steph said, "Bloody hell
Lauren.  I don't think I've ever come so much in one night.  That
strap-on's brilliant.  Now.  Let's use it on you, shall we?" As I started
to remove it, Steph got down on her knees in front of Jerry and gave him
another blowjob.  Looking up at him and taking his member out of her mouth
for a moment, she said, "We'd better not forget you had we?  You've made my
weekend for me and I never thought I'd have so much fun ever again. 
Thanks." She sucked gently on his knob for a while, until I passed her the
strap-on harness.

   Taking over where she'd left off, I took Jerry's cock into my mouth and
sucked, licked and lapped at it, whilst Steph fitted the harness to
herself. And then we got back down to the shoot.

   Steph put me on the settee again; replicating the position I'd adopted
to fuck her.  As she began the slow shagging rhythm against my throbbing
fanny, the pleasure was glorious.  I asked her to move onto her back on the
floor and straddled her, reaching back and taking the dildo in my hand so I
could pull it into me and fuck it again.  My cunt was awash with juices as
I rode up and down, harder and harder.  And then Steph told Jerry to put
the camera back on its tripod and to come over behind me.  I was so aroused
by now that I hardly heard her.  Then Jerry was behind me.  "Slide your
prick along the crack of her bum", she said.

   As he did so, the pleasure I felt increased immensely.  The sensitivity
around my anus was awesome.  I was a virgin to anal sex but I was loving
this.  And then she told Jerry to push his cock against my bum-hole so it
looked like I was being double penetrated.  Oh my god, it was fantastic. 
Jerry leaned down to me and asked if I was ok with it.  "Fucking hell, yes.
It's incredible."

   "Do you want me to carry on then?" "God yes.  Oh Christ, that's so
lovely.  Just don't you dare fucking stop."

   He carried on, alternating between running his inflamed manhood against
my bum groove and gently poking it almost into my anus.  I pushed back
harder and harder, against his invading organ, giving way to the temptation
it offered.  Finally, as my climax became inevitable, I shouted, almost
screamed, "Oh GOD.  Fuck me.  Both of you.  Just FUCK ME.  FUCK ME HARD."
And with that, as I felt Jerry's tumescent manhood once again pressing
against my back door, I simultaneously sank down onto the strap-on and
pushed back, hard, against his hard, hard prick, forcing it into my tight,
virgin arsehole.  For a few moments, everything was wild and I pushed back
again and again, until he was buried as far as he could go, deep into my
back passage.  The scintillating pleasure was pulsating and vibrating all
at the same time, forcing me to come, squeezing a massive, wonderful climax
out of me like I'd never experienced before.  I couldn't tell where I was
getting the most pleasure; in my anus, my clitoris or my vagina.  I was
screaming and shouting, gasping, grunting, even laughing, it was so good. I
was feeling sensations completely new to me and for the first time in my
life I felt completely full.  And then I felt Jerry begin to speed up,
pushing his cock in and out of my arse, faster, faster.  As his pace
increased, I wondered if there'd be room inside me for his load.  And then
he was there, his cock throbbing in spasm after spasm as he splashed the
inside of my rectum with his jism, spunking into me in jet after jet.

   What a way to end the photo session.  I felt like I'd never been truly
fucked before and that he'd awoken something in me that I never knew
existed.  After we'd cleaned up a bit, we all slept happily together in my
bed.  We had another session in the morning and a photo session that night.

   Steph and Jerry got together that weekend and have been a couple ever
since.  It's been over three years now and we still, all three of us, have
the occasional photo session together, which always includes some wonderful
sex.  I don't know if they do the same with others, but to be honest, I'm
not bothered.  They're really good friends to me and when we can, we have a
lot of fun together.  I'm happy with that.  I don't know if we'll all live
happily ever after but it's been wonderful so far.  Let's hope, hey?
   The end