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Picture Perfect - 2
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)
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It's always good to have a 'teacher' who knows her
subject. It's fun to share your new knowledge with
friends. (Ff, ped, 1st, mast)
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My photographer friend and lover had her green work
shirt on again but it wasn't buttoned. As she applied
the soapy bath mitt to my shoulders she asked, "Have a
nice nap?" I watched her substantial hooters jiggle as
she worked. I could only see her from the chest up so I
didn't know what, if anything, she had on the bottom.
"Uh huh," I responded to my host kneeling beside the
tub as she began to wash my back. Carly was making
large circular motions with the slightly rough wash
cloth. Her hand went under the water to wash all the
way down to my tailbone. Applying more soap she
encouraged me to sit back against the sloped backrest
and did each arm with a more gentle pressure than she'd
used on my back. Then it was on to my upper chest, more
gently still. The bath mitt was making my skin tingle
so when it passed over my boobs with the dormant little
brown centers it felt wonderful.
She lingered over my puppies stroking softly and
occasionally giving them just the slightest squeeze. I
had my head back against the very comfortable headrest;
my eyes were closed enjoying the attention. A faint
rumbling was staring between my legs. The photographer
put the mitt aside and continued to spread the soap
with her bare hand. The sharp contrast between the
rough cloth and her soft hand on my tinkling bright
pink skin was wonderful. Her fingers bumped over my
nips which had risen a bit.
"You're so pretty Tracy. Would you let me take pictures
of you sometime?" My relaxed sleepy brain struggled
with the question. The memory of the photos of the
girls in their underwear, and then naked floated behind
my closed eyes and caused a tiny throb in my kitty. I
knew what kind of pictures she meant.
"Uh... I guess so." I finally managed to reply. Her
hand was still spreading the soap on my chest.
"That's fantastic!" Carly's voice went up. She sounded
so enthusiastic. "They'll be beautiful just like you!"
her hand left my boobs and I opened my eyes to see her
putting the mitt on again. "Stand up sweetie so I can
so the lower half."
She worked the rough cloth over the fronts of my legs
moving with a firm pressure almost as hard a she had
used on my back. After a thorough stroking of the front
and the outsides she had me turn around and repeated
the cleansing on the backs of my legs. "Open up honey
so I can get the insides."
She asked as she put both hands just above my knees and
pushed outward. Compliantly I moved my feet apart. She
kept encouraging me to go wider until I was almost out
of room on the floor of the large tub. This turned out
to be good because with my feet sort of wedged into the
curve between the floor and the tub wall. I felt very
steady even though the surface was kinda slippery. The
abrasive wash mitt was moving up and down the inside of
one thigh and her bare hand was soaping the other, then
she switched. Once again the rough sensation followed
by the smooth one was very stimulating. At the top of
each stroke either the cloth or her bare hand would
just barely touch my saturated pussy fuzz.
"Lean forward and put your hands on the far side of the
tub." Carly instructed as she doused the mitt with more
soap. Feet wide apart and ass in the air I really
didn't have the experience to realize what a spectacle
that was. The roughness on my rear cheeks felt even
better than it had on my legs. My entire butt was
tingling in no time.
When the bathing cloth slipped into my crack and the
pebbly finish of the cloth raked over my poo poo and I
felt a throb deep inside. The stroke continued down and
around along my slit and gave a firmer rub on the
triangle of hair above it. The motion was repeated
several times very slowly with varying amounts of
pressure. Meanwhile my lover's free hand was stroking
and massaging my slippery cheeks, pulling outward
slightly to make more room for the mitt. I felt the
pressure building up in my loins.
Carly applied a big blob of liquid soap right on my
tailbone. It felt cold at first but quickly warmed up
as it rolled down between my cheeks. "Wanna be sure
this is nice and clean," she was saying as a finger
made little circles in the syrupy thick soap around the
dark puckered hole. My pussy was beginning to pound.
One of her fingers wiggled at the opening. The
sensation was amazing. Reflexively my pussy clenched.
The photographer cupped my mound with one hand while
the finger on her other hand began to penetrate. The
only thing that had ever gone up my butt was a
thermometer, and the last time that had happened was so
long ago that I hardly remembered it. I was making
grunting sounds and my lover was saying "just relax
honey" as her digit slid in deeper. The feeling was
beginning to overwhelm me. With one hand in front
providing resistance for the one pressing from behind
very soon I could feel that the invading finger was
inside me up to the second knuckle and wiggling around.
The surging feeling I'd felt when we were on the couch
in the studio was back. My hips started moving up and
down; or was it back and forth? I really didn't know.
The thumb on the hand that was cupping my mons was now
rubbing vigorously on the top of my slit. My knees
completely gave way when the explosive climax over took
me. Carly's finger slipped out of my butt as I sunk
first to my knees, then rotated sideways immersed up to
the bottom of my ribs in the warm water again.
I was floating in more ways than one. The photographer
got in the tub with me as I was regaining my senses.
The additional water displaced raised the level up to
my boobies. Carly lifted one of her hooters and pulled
on the gumdrop center with her teeth. I reached out to
fondle her but she pulled away. "Just watch" she said
raising herself up onto the large rear deck of the
corner whirlpool tub. Spreading her legs I found myself
less than two feet from the thick dark pubic hair
trickling water back into the tub. "Pay attention
because there's going to be a test later."
My tutor used two fingers of her left hand running them
up either side of her gash "This is the labia majora,"
she explained "Labia means lips. You can call them lips
if you want." Her fingers were going apart spreading
the thick outer lips exposing the very pink inner ones.
She traced the delicate folds with a finger of her
right hand. In spite of the drenching in the floral
scented water I could detect her musk, albeit faintly.
"These are the labia minora; the inner lips. Down here
is the entrance to the vagina." She was now spreading
herself very wide and wiggled her finger slightly into
the dark tunnel. I sat cross legged in the warm water
mesmerized at the sight. My bum still felt kind of
funny and I was starting to feel a tightening sensation
between my legs.
I could see the way her folds glistened in the candle
light. "Right here" she continued "above the vagina is
the urethra. That's your pee hole. You shouldn't play
around with it too much 'cause it can cause you
problems going to the bathroom." I felt like I should
put up my hand to ask a question but instead I just
blurted out,
"Did you pee when we were on the couch?" it was the
first time I'd heard her laugh and it was quite
musical.
"No sweetheart I didn't pee. I ejaculated; do you know
what that is?" I just shook my head and looked up into
her hazel eyes. "When a man has a climax fluid is
forced out of his penis. That's called ejaculation. It
can shoot out two or three feet. Some of it is semen
which is what makes babies... do you know how that
works?" this time I nodded and Carly looked relieved.
"The rest of it is called seminal fluid. It's a liquid
for the semen to swim around in. Women can produce a
similar fluid when they cum, and it does come out of
the urethra, but it's not pee. I don't squirt every
time, but that's what happened earlier." I nodded my
head again and I sort of understood but I was anxious
to get back to the lesson.
"The most important part is up at the top... right
here" the older woman pulled up with the fingers that
were still digging into her labia majora and put the
index finger of her right hand on a flap of skin near
the apex of her wide open crease. "Ugh!" she grunted at
the contact and her hips seemed to jerk. "This is where
the clitoris is located." Her finger was stroking
slowly back and forth for emphasis. Her voice was
different sort of breathy. "On top of the clitoris is a
protective piece of skin called a hood. See it looks
just like the hood of a jacket." As she was saying this
she began to pull back on the little flap. The pale
pink bump came into view.
I thought it looked smaller than before maybe the size
of a Tylenol caplet. My host slipped a finger down to
her vagina and poked around for a second before
returning to the little button. "Now you can see my
clit." she was practically moaning as she continued
"You must keep it very wet all the time." Her finger
tip rotated the projecting bud and it grew! After just
a few strokes it was standing up almost twice its
original size.
"Mmmmm...." Carly sighed and when I glanced up her eyes
were closed. Suddenly, as if she'd just realized she
was touching herself with a teenaged girl sitting
between her legs watching, she withdrew both hands. The
labia naturally folded back in; almost but not quite
completely obscured by the tangled mass of hair.
Knowing where to look I could still make out the hood
of her clit projecting at the top of the now narrow
gash.
"The whole thing all together is called the vulva." She
said as she gave her womanhood a firm pat and groaned.
It must have felt good because she softly slapped her
pussy three more times issuing a grunt with each
impact. With three fingers she began making slow
circular motions on the outside, like she was just
stroking her pubic hair.
"Now show me yours." She commanded, her voice sounding
more normal. I obediently hoisted myself onto the tub
deck opposite my instructor and looked down at my
pussy. It wasn't nearly as well covered by hair as my
tutor's was. The edges of my narrow crease were clearly
visible as were the little pink wings that poked out.
"Open your legs honey," Carly sighed. I did as she
requested. We were both staring at my blossoming cunt.
"Can you get them any wider?" she asked. I noticed the
three fingers rotating on her pubic hair were pressing
harder and moving faster. I am a pretty good gymnast
and keep myself very supple by doing a lot of
stretching. I was able to put my feet up on the tub
deck with my heels up against the out side of my tush.
In this position my vulva was pitched forward and as
open as it could be on its own.
"Use...use your fingers and... and pull it, ugh... open
for me." She asked haltingly. I applied the fingers of
my left hand and pulled my outer lips apart exactly as
she'd shown me. I became aware that the photographer
was squeezing her breast and tugging at her nipple as
she gave instructions. "Get some juice from your tight
little hole and spread it on your clit." Her voice
wasn't so halting this time but the words came out
unnaturally deep; like a growl.
I dutifully followed orders. When my finger contacted
the tiny hard button I knew I was a goner. It wasn't so
much an explosion this time as a tidal wave of pleasure
that swamped me. My host's fingers were a blur as she
pressed deeper between her thick hair and lips and
stroked furiously. We groaned in beautiful harmony as
our simultaneous orgasms erupted and waned.
Carly raised her pussy pleasuring hand to her mouth and
began sucking on her fingers. Like a shadow I copied
her action, tasting myself for the first time. My
juices were sweeter than my instructor's and I also
discovered that sucking my fingers felt pretty nice in
my mouth. We both slid back down into the tub and began
washing each other. There didn't seem to be any need
for words.
When we had dried each other Carly put her shirt back
on and left the bathroom for a minute returning with my
clothes and a fresh pair of her panties. "I'll wash
yours for you, but bring mine back. It would be pretty
hard to explain to your mother how you came to be
wearing somebody else's underwear." She said with a
chuckle. "Can you come over tomorrow so I can take some
photos?" Her face looked tense.
"I guess." I responded tentatively, already trying to
come up with a reason to go out on Sunday. I knew there
was a chance that my mother would have something
planned.
"You could bring a friend if you want." Carly offered
misunderstanding the reason for my hesitation. She said
friend I thought of Lucie, and then I thought about the
pictures my photographer friend had shown me. The ones
with the two girls in their underwear then... naked;
kissing! A deep throb in my crotch confirmed the appeal
of the idea.
I had fantasized about Lucia but up until now I had not
let myself go there. Whenever we were pretending not to
notice each other in the change room I got all tingly
and nervous feeling. I'd steal furtive glances at her
and I was pretty sure she was doing the same at me. The
image of the black matted fur around the pink slit
crossed my mind but though I was picturing Lucie it was
Carly's pussy 'cause that's the only one I'd actually
seen. "She goes to mass in the morning so it wouldn't
be until lunch time." My tutor's face lit up when she
realized I was not only planning to bring a friend, but
I knew which one.
"That's fine sweetie. Just come on over whenever you're
ready." We were walking to the front door. Carly
planted a kiss on the top of my forehead and gazed into
my brown eyes. "See ya tomorrow." She said as I bound
down the steps.
I walked on a cloud all the way home. I could hardly
wait to call Lucie and invite her to the Sapphic
studio.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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