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Archive name: photo.txt (MF, FF, exh)
Authors name: JL (jllc1@altavista.com)
Story title : Photographer, The

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The Photographer (MF, FF, exh)
by JL (jllc1@altavista.com)

***

Holly stared through her lens at the three of us. "Okay-
Angela? Put your hand around his penis." 

With a businesslike nod, Angela wrapped her warm palm 
around the shaft of my trembling cock. "Is this okay?" 

"Yes," I said immediately. 

Holly laughed. "That's great.... Now point it at Robyn's 
face. Robyn? Now you open your mouth like you're ready 
to take it...." 

Robyn, a blonde woman wearing only a tight purple thong, 
opened her mouth wide. I tried to stretch it out toward 
her mouth. 

"That's it," said Holly, "but Robyn, you need to use 
your eyes to smile up at him. Yes, that's it. Okay, 
Angela, you can look over here at the camera and smile. 
Okay, perfect. Hold it....!" 

My cock twitched. 

Click. 

***** 

Her name was Holly. I'd met her at a party at Derek and 
Angela's condo. She was tall and serious-looking, with 
long straight hair, dark serious eyes, and a slender 
compact body. She wore glasses, a loose white sweater, 
and tight tan slacks that accentuated her legs. I 
spotted her standing by herself looking at a photograph 
on the wall, and introduced myself. 

She was quiet and reserved as she introduced herself, 
and I wondered how I'd be able to keep the conversation 
going. "Nice picture," I said, pointing to the photo of 
the city skyline on the wall. 

"Thank you." 

I looked at her, puzzled. "You gave it to them?" 

She shook her head and smiled. "I took it." 

"You're a photographer? Professional?" 

"Yes." She turned and looked at me as if my next 
response would make a crucial difference in our 
relationship-or if we were even going to have a 
relationship. 

"I'd love to see some more of your work." I tried not to 
make it sound like an obvious come-on. I wanted to see 
more of her, of course, but I like photography and I 
wouldn't have minded looking more of her pictures, if 
they were as good as the one we were looking at now. 

"Okay," she said. "Come on." 

Surprised, I followed her. She led me into Derek and 
Angela's bedroom. This was getting interesting. Then 
Holly sat down at their computer and logged onto the 
Internet. "Here's my web site," she said, typing in a 
URL. 

Confused, I pulled up a chair next to her. Her name 
appeared on the computer monitor. She clicked an icon: 
the image of wildflowers growing on a mountain filled 
the screen. She clicked another icon: a waterfall 
cascaded down a rocky slope. Another: An elderly farming 
couple stood together watching the sunset after a hard 
day. 

Even on a computer screen, the quality was obvious. Each 
image was more skillful than the last. Holly was a 
fantastic photographer. 

I think it was my honest admiration for her work and her 
talent that won Holly over that night. We spent most of 
the party talking with each other, and when the time 
came for her to leave, she gave me her phone number 
agreeably when I asked for it. 

Our first few dates were conventional and uneventful: 
dinner, a movie, a play, cocktails, an art opening, the 
usual. I didn't try to push our relationship. We held 
hands, and she let me kiss her goodnight, but that was 
as far as it went for a few weeks. 

Then one evening after a late movie she invited me up to 
her apartment for a cup of coffee. We kissed and made 
out on her couch, but I sensed she didn't want to go all 
the way yet, so I left, politely but regretfully, after 
an hour. At home I jacked off three times thinking about 
her hot tongue in my mouth and the fantastic body I'd 
only partially felt through her clothes. 

Two days later she called to invite me over to dinner. I 
tried not to get too excited. Our relationship was 
developing, but Holly didn't seem like the kind of woman 
to rush into things. And I enjoyed being with her. I 
didn't want to lose her by trying to hurry into bed with 
her. 

I showed up bearing the traditional flowers and a bottle 
of wine. Holly opened the door in a tan blouse and loose 
slacks, with sandals on her feet. She gave me a kiss, 
put the flowers in a vase, and opened the wine. We sat 
and talked. 

Her apartment was but superbly decorated. Not 
surprisingly, she had lots of photography on her walls, 
some of it hers, but more of it by her friends. She had 
lots of plants, too, and she'd told me how it takes her 
hours to water and take care of them. Her sound system 
was the best I've ever heard. Tonight she put on some 
soft jazz as we chatted about work, our friends, movies, 
and everything else that came to mind. 

Then--suddenly--we were kissing. I'm not sure who made 
the first move, but it seemed as if one moment we were 
talking quietly and the next our lips were hungrily 
exploring each other and our hands were sliding across 
each other's bodies. 

Holly's lips were soft and moist. She wore a musky kind 
of perfume that seemed to permeate every inch of her 
body. I ran my fingers through her long dark hair, 
caressing her neck and her shoulders as she tickled her 
fingers up and down my neck. I could feel her breasts 
pressed tightly up against my chest; I wondered if she 
could feel the hardness of my erection. 

She stopped abruptly, standing up so quickly I thought 
I'd somehow offended her. But she went into the kitchen 
and turned some appliances off, then walked quickly 
through the living room toward her bedroom door. "Come 
on," she said, her voice hoarse and impatient. 

Inside the room we kissed briefly again. Then she pushed 
me down onto the bed. I sat and watched as she 
unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it to the floor. She 
wore a lacy black bra that fluttered away a moment 
later, exposing round breasts the size and shape of 
peaches in late summer. 

I took a deep breath and kicked off my shoes as Holly's 
slacks fell to her ankles. Her slender legs kicked them 
away, leaving her black panties and her sandals. 

She stood in front of me, as if she were displaying one 
of her photos. She wasn't shy or self-conscious. She 
knew what her body looked like, what the sight of her 
flesh had to offer. I stared at her body: her golden 
skin, her high shoulders, her slim waist, her long, 
tanned legs. She was beautiful, of course, but what made 
her even more beautiful than any woman I'd ever been 
with before was her confidence. She was in charge of her 
life, of her body-and for the moment, of me. 

"You're a work of art," I whispered. 

She smiled. Then she lay down on the bed, her arms above 
her head, her breasts softly rising and falling as she 
watched me struggle with my clothes. Her smiled deepened 
as I threw away my shirt and she saw my chest, and her 
eyes grew bright when I got rid of my boxers and she saw 
my penis for the first time. 

I joined her on the bed. We kissed, and she ran her 
hands up and down my back and shoulders. I reached for 
her breasts to fondle and lick, but Holly pushed me onto 
my back and then straddled me, still in her panties, her 
long legs wrapped around my waist. 

I looked up at her, mesmerized by her skin. "You're 
beautiful." 

Leaning over, she offered me her breasts to caress and 
kiss, and I went from one to the other, licking and 
nibbling the tender skin. She closed her eyes and gasped 
quietly, pulling my face closer, running her fingers 
through my hair. 

My cock stretched up toward the silky black panties that 
protected her pussy. Instinctively I thrust my hips 
skyward, trying to break through the soft material 
tickling the tip of my prick. She squirmed, and I felt a 
moist sensation creeping across the soft silk, an 
arousing mixture of my pre-cum and her juices. 

I reached for her hips to pull the panties down, but 
then Holly straightened up. "All right," she whispered 
as released my head. "It's time." She reached for her 
crotch. I watched as she pulled open a slit in the soft 
material, and then I grunted in surprise and passion as 
she suddenly lowered her body, sinking my surging cock 
deep inside of her tight, burning pussy. 

I thrust upward again, pushing my cock higher inside the 
soft velvety folds of her pussy. Before I could get into 
a rhythm, Holly put her hands on my shoulders and firmly 
pushed me down onto the mattress, flat on my back. She 
gave me a smile that was eager and reassuring, but she 
let me know who was in charge. I nodded, biting my lip, 
happy to surrender to her demands as long as the 
pleasure didn't end too soon. 

Slowly and methodically, Holly began rocking back and 
forth on my penis. She looked as if she were working out 
at a health club, but lust sparkled in her eyes and 
creased her face as she rode me, her juices spilling 
down the length of my cock and into my pubic hair. 

I reached again for her breasts. They trembled, slippery 
with sweat, and I rubbed them gently, enjoying the 
feeling almost as much as the pleasure I was feeling 
from the way she was squeezing my cock with her pussy. 
Holly put her hands on mine and pressed them to her 
skin. "Yes, yes," she whispered, riding me harder. 

Her fingers clutched me tight as I squeezed her nipples, 
her fingers digging into my skin. I clenched my teeth, 
fighting to hold off the desire to explode inside her, 
knowing I wouldn't be able to deny the urge for much 
longer. 

"Mmm," Holly moaned, licking her lips. "Mmm-oh.... 
oh.... OH!" 

She looked down at me and smiled, and then she stretched 
her neck and gazed up toward the ceiling as her golden 
body undulated and shook. The flush of her breasts as 
her body shuddered and jerked with an orgasm that was so 
powerfully erotic that I came at the same moment. 

I thrust upward as my sperm surged into her churning 
pussy. I held her hips, steadying her body as it jerked 
and lurched from side to side. I was still spurting as 
she sank forward, slipping to one side to topple onto 
the bed next to me. My dick slid out of her pussy but 
she reached down to stroke me, urging the last few drops 
of cum from the tip. 

My skin was still tingling as Holly kissed my cheek. "I 
guess dinner has to wait." 

I kissed her back on the lips. "Maybe it should wait 
until after we've had some dessert." 

***** 

We dated for a couple of months. The sex was fantastic. 
We spent at least one or two nights a week together. 
Holly was creative, passionate, and insatiable. We never 
talked about having a monogamous relationship, but I 
didn't have the time to chase anyone else or the energy 
to keep a second lover happy. I don't know if she had 
other lovers, but if she did, she kept them separate 
from our relationship, and I didn't want to rock the 
boat. 

She worked hard at her photography, sometimes showing me 
her work. She had a good eye for the right angle and the 
best light, and all of the pictures she showed me just 
convinced me more and more of her talent. I helped her 
take nature pictures on the weekends, driving around in 
the country looking for flowers and streams and other 
interesting landmarks to shoot.

Sometimes we'd find a secluded spot for a picnic and a 
little lovemaking, but when she had her camera in her 
hand, she was so focused that she didn't want to be 
distracted by anything, even sex. 

There were a few times when she told me she was working 
but wouldn't say much about it. I was curious, but I 
didn't press her on it. Like I said, I didn't want to 
take any chance of pushing her away from me. I wasn't in 
love--at least, not yet--but I enjoyed her company, out 
of bed as well as in bed, and I didn't want to lose her. 

All that is why her phone call one Friday afternoon 
surprised me. She wanted me to meet her as soon as I got 
off work, but not at her place or mine. Instead she told 
me to come by Derek and Angela's condo. She said she 
needed me to help her with something important. 

Holly opened the door when I got there. Angela was 
sitting on the couch, drinking a beer, wearing jeans and 
a sweater. She offered me a beer, which Holly fetched 
from the refrigerator. Before I had a chance to ask what 
was up, Holly said, "There's something I have to show 
you," and she whisked me into Derek and Angela's 
bedroom. 

The first thing I noticed was that Holly's photography 
equipment was set up facing the bed. That seemed odd. 
The second thing I noticed was that for the only time 
since I'd met her, she seemed very nervous. The third 
thing was the image on the computer monitor, the one 
where Holly had first shown me her pictures. The words 
"Fiona and Freddie's Funhouse," in bright red letters, 
floated above an image of two people. 

"I want you to see something," said Holly. 

I looked closer. The two people on the screen were both 
naked, and although they weren't exactly having sex, 
their position left nothing to my imagination. And 
something about them looked familiar. 

"Oh my God," I said. "That's Angela and Derek!" 

My two friends were nude on the World Wide Web. 

"I've been doing this as a favor to them," said Holly. 
She clicked the mouse rapidly, bringing us to a page 
featuring small thumbnail photos of Angela and Derek. 
Clicking on an image, she brought up a larger photo: 
Angela, wearing only a gold necklace, sat on the couch 
out in the living room, with Derek's head between her 
thighs. An expression of ecstasy lit her face. 

I stared at the picture, my cock getting stiff. "Let's 
see another one."

"Later." Holly quit the Web. "Here's the thing. We've 
been doing this for about eighteen months. The way it 
works, they put up a new set of pictures like this twice 
a month. Last time they promised that this month's set 
would be a threesome. Angela got another girl lined up, 
but Derek had to go out of town for a business trip at 
the last minute, and he won't be back in time for the 
deadline. So I figured you wouldn't mind doing us a 
favor." She grinned at me. 

My eyes must have popped wide open. "You want-me-to do 
that??" 

"We can't ask just anybody. Angela knows you. She even 
thinks you're
cute--" 

I smiled. "Really?" 

"Really. We won't show your face in any of the pictures, 
and anyway most of the people who look at these sites 
aren't interested in looking at the guy. Robyn, the 
other girl, is really sexy, and Angela is gorgeous, so 
you ought to enjoy it." 

I had to admit that I'd been fantasizing about Angela 
for a long time. And the only threesome I ever had was 
with two girls in college, and we were all so drunk that 
I couldn't remember much of it the next day. On the 
other hand, the thought of having everybody with access 
to a modem looking at me was a little scary. 

"You'll have to be able to keep that up--" she patted my 
penis though my pants -- "and get it back up if you cum 
too soon, but you shouldn't have any trouble with that. 
This will really help us out." 

I looked at her, confused. "You really want me to do 
this, don't you?" 

"Yes, I do." She stood up and kissed me. "I just want 
you to save something for me later, okay?" 

I grinned. "It's a deal." 

She kissed me again. "I had no doubt." 

"Hey!" Angela walked into the bedroom. "Don't get him 
all worked up too soon." 

A short blonde woman in slacks and a black T-shirt 
accompanied her. "Hi, I'm Robyn." 

Angela introduced me. Robyn and Holly seemed to have met 
before. I wondered just how involved Holly was with this 
erotic Web site business. 

Robyn looked me over carefully. "You were right, Angie. 
This guy looks like a good second choice." 

I laughed. "Thanks for the compliment--I think." 

"Shall we get started?" asked Holly. 

First she took a few shots of Angela on her bed, fully 
clothed. After a while she had Angela take off her 
sweater and jeans, revealing a lacy black bra and 
panties that caught my cock's attention and held it for 
the next ten minutes of shutter clicks. I'd always known 
that Angela had a fantastic figure, but watching her 
show it off like a pro made her body even sexier. 

I stayed next to Holly, watching and listening and 
feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Angela and 
Robyn didn't pay much attention to me, but even though 
they were serious and businesslike, they seemed to be 
enjoying the "work." When Angela finally removed her bra 
and let her firm breasts pop free, Robyn giggled with 
delight. And my cock sprang once again to attention. 

Angela's breasts were pear-shaped and firm, with small 
dark nipples. Holly told Robyn to bend down and kiss 
one, and Angela sighed happily while Holly focused and 
snapped a few pictures. 

Then came Robyn's turn. She pulled her T-shirt over her 
shoulders enthusiastically, smoothed out of her hair, 
and turned her back to let Angela unsnap her tight black 
bra. Robyn had big, round breasts with thick, pink 
nipples and just the barest hint of a tan line. She 
closed her eyes and smiled as Angela caressed them for 
Holly's camera. 

In a few minutes Angela was completely naked, and Robyn 
had stripped to a purple thong. Holly had Angela lay on 
the bed, with Robyn between her legs, her hands on 
Angela's thighs. Then she had Robyn lay face down while 
Angela ran her fingers across Robyn's very shapely ass. 

I was feeling aroused and impatient watching all the 
skin and sexplay, until Holly finally turned to me and 
said, "Your turn." Suddenly my erection wilted. 

"Uhh-okay," I said nervously. 

She smiled. "Just relax." 

"Some parts of me are a little too relaxed all of a 
sudden," I said. 

"You'll do fine." 

"Come on over here!" Robyn called. "I've been waiting 
for this." 

First Holly took a few pictures of me with my back to 
the camera, with Angela and Robyn pretending to look 
surprised. Then I sat down on the bed, and Angela and 
Robyn began to take my clothes off. In no time I was 
sitting there in my briefs, and despite my initial 
attack of nerves, sitting next to two naked, gorgeous 
women had my penis straining to break free from my 
underwear. 

First Holly had me kiss and lick one of Angela's breasts 
while Robyn nibbled on the other. Then Angela and I 
locked Robyn between our two bodies to nuzzle and fondle 
her. Robyn was getting into it enthusiastically, but 
Angela was the one who looked more seriously aroused: 
her face was flushed, and her neatly trimmed pussy 
already looked moist. 

In the meantime, my dick was trembling. I made a mental 
effort to control myself as Holly gave instructions and 
snapped photos, but it was getting more and more 
difficult to concentrate on anything but the two naked 
women on the bed with me. Angela's body was soft and 
smooth; her breasts were incredibly sensitive and 
responsive to our fingers and lips: She moaned and 
squirmed at every touch.

Even though she'd been doing this for a while, she still 
seemed shy. Robyn was much more uninhibited and 
aggressive, and she didn't seem to really care which one 
of us stroked her legs or pulled on her thong. Robyn's 
body was firmer, more athletic, more demanding. She 
didn't respond as quickly or noticeably as Angela, but 
as she got more charged up, the sexual energy inside her 
filled the bedroom. 

"That's it, baby," Robyn moaned as I sucked one of her 
nipples, "That's the way." Angela slipped a hand into 
the front of Robyn's thong, and Robyn smiled at her. "I 
love the way you do that." 

Angela french-kissed her. Click went Holly's camera. 
Angela french-kissed me. Click. 

I was getting pretty worked up as well. My skin felt hot 
and my penis throbbed insistently. Angela and Robyn 
tickled my balls, licked the sweat from my legs, twirled 
their fingers in my pubic hair, and pointed with delight 
at the moisture seeping from the tip of my prick. I had 
trouble keeping my breath, not to mention difficulty 
keeping from exploding all over them. 

Then Holly told Robyn to take my cock into her mouth. 
Her warm, wet lips wrapped themselves around my shaft as 
Holly took one picture, then another, then another. Even 
though Robyn wasn't really doing anything with her mouth 
or her tongue, her shallow breathing sent soft 
sensations of pleasure up and down my body. Angela kept 
one hand on my hip, and the touch of her fingers on my 
skin aroused me even further. 

"I know," said Holly, adjusting her focus again. 
"Angela, hold onto his
prick like you're feeding it to Robyn-" 

That did it. Suddenly my penis sent me a signal that I 
couldn't ignore any longer. 

"Wait, I'm gonna cum," I croaked. "Oh-oh-" 

"That's fine," said Holly. "All right. Robyn-" 

But before she could say anything more my cock erupted. 
Robyn pulled her head back and I spewed my semen all 
over her face as Angela stroked me. "All right," Angela 
murmured softly as Robyn caught her breath, flicking her 
tongue to catch the flying droplets as I groaned with 
pleasure. "Good boy." 

Holly clicked the photos as fast as she could until I 
was finished. "Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all. 
We're almost through. Let's take a break and clean up a 
little, and then we can finish this off." 

Robyn cleaned her face off with a couple of tissues, and 
she and Angela went to the bathroom to wash their hands 
and check their hair. Once the tingling sensations in my 
cock faded, I felt embarrassed, but Holly came over to 
pat my back. "You're doing great." 

"Thanks," I said. "Sorry about that." 

"Don't worry about it." She sat down and put her hand on 
my leg, near my curled up penis. "Derek doesn't usually 
last half as long as you did. And it takes him a long 
time to get it up again." She pointed to my cock, which 
was already starting to stiffen again. "I knew you won't 
have that trouble. And besides, Robyn really likes you." 

I perked up. "Really?" 

She frowned. "Don't get too excited about it." 

"I'm not. Well, I am, but-damn, this is just so weird." 

She laughed. "I guess we're all too used to this. What I 
meant was that Robyn likes you as a co-star. We're 
having fun, but it's basically just business to her." 

"She's getting paid?" 

"A little. Mostly she just gets off on all this. It's 
safe, and sexy, and fun." 

"I'll say." 

She kissed me, then stood up. "Got to put more film in 
the camera." 

Angela and Robyn came back a moment later, cleaned up 
and still nude, holding beers and giggling with each 
other. I accepted the beer they offered me, and then 
went to the bathroom to wash up myself. 

By the time I returned, Holly was back at work again. 
Angela lay on the bed, her eyes closed, her legs wide. 
She cupped her breasts with her hands while Robyn 
kneeled between her thighs, her face poised above 
Angela's pussy. 

My cock was already hard again. 

By now Angela and Robyn seemed seriously aroused. Before 
they'd been playing around, but as Holly posed them in 
more close and intimate positions, their breathing grew 
more ragged and their bodies squirmed more unexpectedly. 
They kissed and nibbled each other's bodies between 
poses. They paid less attention to Holly and more to 
each other, whispering softly back and forth to each 
other, gazing into each other's eyes, focusing more and 
more intently on the pleasure they were sharing 
together. 

The thick, curly hair around Angela's pussy looked 
darker and moister than before, and Robyn's purple thong 
showed a distinct stain that grew deeper as the 
afternoon turned into early evening. 

"Okay," said Holly at last. "We just need the last 
sequence." She looked at me, then down at my swollen 
cock. "And it looks like you're ready." 

"I know I am," said Robyn. 

I got onto the bed. 

"Okay," said Holly. "Robyn, put your arms on the 
headboard." 

She got the idea, turning her back, spreading her legs, 
and presenting her butt to me as she leaned against the 
headboard. 

I put my hands on Robyn's cheeks, softly caressing them. 

Holly pointed. "Pull the thong over and-hold it!" Click. 

"Goddamn it." Robyn's voice was thick with lust. "Holly, 
I can't wait much longer." 

Holly nodded. "Give it to her." 

My head swirling, I slid forward and sank my cock deep 
into her pussy.

Robyn gasped. "Finally," she whispered. 

"Angela, put your hand on his butt and your other hand 
on Robyn's head-move to the left a little-perfect." 

"I'll say," I grunted. 

Robyn's pussy was warm and tight, and the thong pressing 
against my balls added to the pressure building up 
inside me. Robyn bounced back and forth gently, a 
wonderful sensation. I fought the instinctive urge to 
begin thrusting, because I figured I'd have to hold out 
a little while. 

"Okay, Robyn on your back," Holly ordered. Reluctantly I 
slipped out of Robyn. She rolled over and lay flat on 
her back, her nipples pointing up at me. I pulled the 
thong to one side again. Holly had Robyn wrap her legs 
tightly around my waist. Angela tickled Robyn's nipples. 

This time I couldn't help myself. I pushed myself deep 
and then pulled out slightly, and did it again and again 
until Robyn let out a long moan. 

"I can't take it much longer," she moaned. "When do I 
get to have one?" 

"Right now," said Holly. "Do her with your fingers," she 
told me. 

I eased out of Robyn again, my cock dripping. She rolled 
to one side, facing the camera, and I began to stroke 
her pussy, rolling my fingers around her clit and 
darting them in and out of her cunt. A moment later, 
Angela's fingers joined mine. 

"Ahh!" Robyn whimpered, and her whole body began to 
clench. "Oh, lover, lover," she groaned. I kissed her 
shoulder. In the background I heard the camera click 
again. 

"Come on, baby," Angela urged her. "Cum for me, now." 

Robyn's body curled up for a moment, then straightened 
and tensed, and then Robyn came with a shout, drenching 
her thong and our fingers with her pussy juice. 

"Oh, yeah," she murmured, a wide smile on her face. 

"On your back," Holly said to me. 

Robyn moved lazily out of the way. My penis pointed 
toward the ceiling as Angela straddled me in a 69 
position. With my hands on her legs, I licked and kissed 
her pussy as she slurped on my burning cock. She tasted 
salty and musky, and her smooth thighs trapped my head 
in just the right position for her maximum pleasure. I 
stroked her clit with one hand just like I'd fingered 
Robyn, and with my other hand I explored the crack of 
her ass. She gave a shudder and a shout, but before the 
orgasm fully arrived Holly had her turn around and mount 
me. 

I could hear the clicks and see the flashes, but I 
wasn't really paying attention to anything but my 
thrusting cock any more. I'd been lusting for Angela for 
years, and I was going to enjoy this as long as my dick 
could hold out. 

Angela smiled down at me as bounced on my cock. She 
licked her lips and then blew me a kiss. I groaned and 
reached for her face as Holly clicked another shot. She 
kissed my fingers, then licked Robyn's scent from them. 

I put my hands over her slippery breasts and began 
grunting in time with her bounces. A tickling sensation 
at the base of my cock told me I was going to come soon. 

I closed my eyes and leaned back, bucking my hips up at 
Angela urgently. I heard Holly say something, and then 
suddenly Angela was gone. My dick squirmed frantically. 
Opening my eyes, I began to sit up but a hand pushed me 
back down and I felt a familiar pair of warm, wet lips 
descend on my dick. 

Holly sucked me into her mouth and ran her slim fingers 
over my trembling balls. I gasped her name and stroked 
her hair as her tongue danced up and down my shaft. 

I glanced over and saw Robyn attack Angela's pussy, 
jabbing her tongue and her fingers deep inside. Angela 
came almost immediately, her skin flushing dark red as 
her body twitched and twisted next to mine. 

Then my penis started to twitch, and with a powerful 
spurt I unleashed a flood of semen straight up into 
Holly's throat. She didn't flinch, didn't turn away, 
didn't slow down as I kicked and pounded the mattress 
and pumped and pumped away at her gorgeous face. She 
sucked me until my dick melted away and she was left 
with a mouthful of sperm. Sitting up, she smiled and 
swallowed and wiped her mouth. "I think we're done," she 
said, patting my stomach. 

"Thanks for the help," said Robyn. 

I grinned. "My pleasure." 

***** 

Eight months later, Holly and I are still together. The 
sex is great, and I sometimes help out with other photo 
shoots. And the pictures of me and Angela and Robyn? 
They turned out great. You can look for them on the Web. 

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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