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Photographic Memories
by Timberwolf (ptotrcw@gmail.com)
***
A young boy finds a camera in the garage, and asks his
father to show him how it works. Suddenly, a whole new
world opens up for him, and his adventures begin! Look
for the twist at the end! (MF/mf-teens, ped, 1st, inc,
bi, oral, anal, exh, orgy)
***
Author Note: Too young, too uptight, too critical,
bugger off. This story is complete fiction, and none
of it happened, except in my imagination. Just so you
know. Feedback is always appreciated, so let me know
what you think! ptotrcw@gmail.com
***
-= Chapter One =-
Hi there. I've been asked to tell you my story,
because my friend here thought you might enjoy it, and
if I do say so myself, heh, I've got a few to tell!
First, though, I'll give you a bit of background about
myself, shall I? That should set the mood, so to
speak, and then you won't be bugging me for details
later.
Right, where to begin? My name is Reg Whistler. That's
right, that's my name, no shit. I've always been
interested in photography. I'd got the bug when I was
seven or so, somewhere around that age, I guess. My
first camera was an old thing that I'd found when I
was nosing around in the garage, curious as young boys
are, and found it in a box of trash my father was
going to throw out.
I took it inside, and asked my mother to show me how
it worked. She glanced at it, and told me to throw it
away; she didn't want me playing with it. So, being a
young boy, I took it to my father, and asked him the
same thing. Mom told him not to encourage me, and got
into a huff when he ignored her, and proceeded to show
me how it worked, and he said, "You open this here,
put the film in, close it, and wind this, and numbers
will show here, and then you point it whatever you
want to take a picture of, and press this button,
see?"
Then he gazed into space, and said, "Wait a minute!"
got up from the table, and went into their bedroom. He
came back a minute later, and he had a roll of film in
his hand, gave it to me, and got me to open it, put it
in the camera, and got me to get it ready for
shooting. He told me that, if I was to be a
photographer, I had to learn by hands-on experience,
because if I relied on other people to do it for me, I
wouldn't learn a thing.
There were twenty-four exposures, and Dad told me not
to waste them, to only take pictures that I'd want to
keep. I loved that man that day. He was my hero, and
I've never changed my mind about him since.
He stood with me for the first couple of shots, and he
told me how to hold to hold the camera, how to make
sure the camera was focussed, and then satisfied that
I knew what I was doing, he walked away, and left me
to it.
I spent those frames shooting whatever took my fancy.
Birds, close-ups of flowers, the house, fascinated by
the play of shadow and form. It was black and white
film, but I didn't care. My imagination flew to a
different world that day, and I was saddened and
disappointed by the film ending. I took my camera to
Dad, and he took it from me and promised to get them
printed for me. Mom told him that we couldn't afford
to waste our money on something that was a passing
fancy. Dad put his foot down, and told her he'd
promised me, and a man didn't go back on his word. Mom
just sniffed, and turned her back on him, bristling
with anger.
A few days later, I got home from school, and a Kodak
envelope was on the table, with my name on it in black
marker pen. Mom hadn't opened it, and I could tell she
was climbing the wall wanting to, and she was almost
crazy with curiosity.
Mom hated not knowing anything. She just had to poke
her nose in.
Sorry, Mom.
Anyway, although I too, was bursting at the seams to
open it, I waited for dad to get home from work. I
almost died in the attempt, because that was a big
effort for a young boy. Both Mom and I had our eyes on
that damned envelope, and we were so distracted by it,
Mom burned the potatoes, and she never did that!
Then it was such a relief when dad walked into the
door, and I ran to him, jabbering about the envelope,
and he feigned ignorance, asking what envelope, and
where did it come from, and who sent it? He was
laughing by the time he'd finished, and my young heart
was bursting with love for him.
Spare the rod, and spoil the child didn't work for my
father. If I'd done wrong, he sat me down, and we'd
talk it over. He had a way of getting to the heart of
any problem, and I'd always come to see the
consequences of my words or deeds. He was hard, but
fair, and on the very few occasions he whupped me, I
deserved it, and I knew it. That wasn't to say he
enjoyed doing, either. Afterward, he'd sit out on the
back step, smoke a cigarette, which he hardly ever
done, and say not a word, staring into space.
I'd be hurting, but he always let me sit with him, and
I'd hold his hand, and he'd hug me close and tell me
he loved me, and he was sorry for hurting me. You have
no idea how much I loved that man. He was like an
angel, and he was one of the biggest saints on the
planet.
***
I couldn't understand why Mom left him, running off
with a door-to-door salesman, of all damned things!
Stupid fool woman!
***
Sorry, got to rambling there. When dinner was over,
and Mom had done the dishes, we congregated at the
kitchen table, and with great ceremony, I opened the
envelope. I spread out the pictures, and Dad picked
them up one by one, looking at them, surprise on his
face, and Mom just flicked through them, barely taking
notice of them.
As I said, Dad sat there, a reverent look on his face,
and as he went through them, he would breath, "Holy
cow!" and "This is amazing!"
He put down the photo he was holding, and placed his
hands on the table, and told my mother that I had a
real talent, and he was going to help me all he could
from then on, if I was serious about photography.
Looking into his face, and seeing he was serious, I
vowed to myself I'd do anything to make him happy, and
from that moment on, I was hooked.
So, I would get my hands on any and all books I could
from the library on photography, and I would be in a
different world, my head buried in them, and my skills
got better over time. He was true to his world, and he
was always there to give advice, and I wore myself out
doing any chores I could to help pay for the printing
of the pictures.
***
That camera was like an extra appendage, I never went
anywhere without it. Then, when it wouldn't work
anymore, I was heartbroken, but Dad got me a new one,
and then I was off again. I did stills of everything,
and began to put a portfolio together, for the day
when I could start my own business.
They were in chronological order, and you could see
the difference in the styles and skills I picked up
and used. Then when I was fifteen and-a-half, my world
changed, and I haven't looked back since.
***
I was in the park, trying to set up a shot, when I
became aware of a girl watching me. I used to notice
girls noticing me, but I usually ignored them.
Let me get this out of the way, just to simplify a
point.
Up until then, since I'd been thirteen, I'd wake up
with a morning wood, but because I was so wrapped up
in my hobby, I paid no notice of it. Dad had to have
the usual talk with me when my Mom walked into my room
to get me up for school one morning, and as I was
asleep, I hadn't heard her enter.
I'd thrown my blankets off during the night, and I was
beginning to sleep in the nude, as it seemed to give
me an all-over thrill lying there, feeling the sheets
against my naked body. I hadn't learnt to masturbate
yet, and I would sometimes crack a woody, but unable
to do anything about it, not knowing how, I'd do my
best to ignore it.
Anyhow, this particular morning, my mother waltzed
into my room, and she got an eyeful, that's for sure.
I was woken up by her screaming at my father, telling
him all about it. I didn't see what the problem was;
neither did Dad, so Dad promised to talk to me about
after school.
He did, in my room, no embarrassment involved for
either of us, as we had a bond of love and trust
between us. He was amazingly down to earth, my father.
So he explained things to me, I listened, asked
questions for him to clarify a point or two, and we
came to an agreement that if I needed further help,
I'd come to him, man-to-man, and he'd help me with
whatever questions or problems I had.
***
Anyway, this girl, she was around thirteen or so, and
she sat away from me, watching me, and I could feel
her gaze boring into the back of my head. I couldn't
concentrate, so I turned around, gave her my maddest
look, and said, "What!?"
She smiled at me, got up, and with a swirl of her
dress, and a lazy walk, she came over to me and stood
there, not saying a word. She was almost as tall as
me, slimly built, but not skinny, and she had blue
eyes, brown hair, and she was wearing a shoulder to
knee skirt that hugged the top half of her body, with
short sleeves. The material at the top was some sort
of elastic type, hugging her breasts, flaring down
loose to hang around her legs. She wore black sneaker-
type shoes, no socks. Her calves were slim and
shapely. She had a grin on her face, and goddam! But
she looked good to a suddenly horny teenage boy!
She had small round breasts, and as I looked at them,
I had an erection, watching her immature nipples poke
through the fabric of her dress. It had printed
flowers in red on the dress, and I was mesmerised. I
was a green virgin, and I went red, stuttered, and
wanted to run away from her, and another part of my
brain wanted me to grab her, push her to the ground,
and ravish her body.
But, that didn't help me, as I had no idea then how to
ravish a woman's body! I was in a state of sexual
shock, and she giggled, and reached out with her hand,
gave my woody a light brush with her fingertips,
giving me a jolt, and she said in a husky voice, "What
you got there?"
***
I was confused. What was she talking about? My camera
held in my sweaty hands, or my insistent woody? I just
gaped at her, and she giggled again. "You look cute,"
she said, looking into my eyes, and I fell into them,
sucked into the whirlpools of her sky blue eyes.
"Wanna take a picture of me?" she said with a husky
voice, and there was a promise there, but damned if I
knew what, or how I could claim it.
"Uh, uh huh", I mumbled, holding onto my camera as if
it would save me from her.
I couldn't take my eyes from her. She had me nailed to
the spot, and the world around me ceased to exist. Her
nipples were still hard, and her chest would expand
and contract with her breath, and I couldn't tear my
eyes from her breasts.
I usually took extra film with me, and I worked hard
around the neighbourhood, doing odd jobs, mowing
lawns, and all sorts of things to earn money to feed
my habit. I used three rolls of film on that girl that
afternoon, and they were worth every frame.
"I know a place we can go," she told me, and taking my
hand, she led me away.
***
It was an old cemetery, and it was screened from the
park and the road by a belt of trees. It was overgrown
and neglected, and most of the headstones were really
old. I walked around them while she sat on a concrete
slab, part of a grave, and I forgot her as I started
snapping pictures.
"Hey," she called out, "I thought you were going to
take my photo?"
I looked up, and she looked pissed. "Sorry," I
mumbled, and went to her, and she smiled again, and
wanted to know how I wanted her? She giggled again,
but I didn't get the joke. As I said, I was a green
virgin, and girls were an unknown quantity for me.
"What do you want to do?" I asked her, and she giggled
again! She was starting to annoy me, but I persevered,
and began to walk around her, posing her, and having
to help her when she wouldn't get it right. She let me
touch her, holding an arm just so, placing her leg
there, and I snapped away, lost in my art.
She began to pant now, and a whiff of something
tremendously exciting passed into my nostrils, but I
didn't know what it was, but my body sure did! I was
hard again, and I started to get very hot!
Warm, sweaty, uncomfortable? That kind of hot. Come
on, concentrate, dammit!
***
That girl looked at me, and began to pose more
provocatively, holding and cupping her young teen
breasts, opening her legs, and flashing her panties at
me. They were white cotton, with little flowers on
them, and I saw her pubic hairs poking out the side of
them. Then she lay back, opened her legs, and slid a
hand into her panty top, pushing the waistband out
from her body as she started to rub herself.
I went stock still, the camera forgotten as I watched
her pleasure herself. She gasped out and told me to
keep shooting, and I went back to my job, and before I
knew it, I was out of film. I asked her to wait, and
replaced the film, and then she went back to what she
was doing.
"Oh, god, I need a fuck!" she growled, and I went
still, not knowing what she was saying, but I knew my
world was about to be rocked majorly. This girl slid
her panties off, and I saw her bared from the waist
down, and for the first time in my young life, I
beheld the sight of a young girl's womanhood! It was
thin and small, with a sparse covering of hair, but I
saw her inner lips filled with blood, pinkly red and
opened, and she was wet! Her clitoral hood was thin as
well, and I didn't know why, but I suddenly hungered
to get down there and lick it! The heady aroma from
her aroused sex beckoned me, and I started to move
toward her, my feet moving by themselves.
"Yes!" she breathed, and reached for my jeans, with me
still taking pictures. She had my pants opened and
down my thighs in short order and she gazed longingly
at my erection as it poked out at her, and they were
literally eye-to-eye!
She licked the head of my tumescence, and then opening
her mouth, took me in. If only I could fully describe
in words the heaven I was in! I think I groaned, and
closed my eyes. She took her mouth off me, and told me
if I didn't keep shooting, I wouldn't be shooting, if
I knew what she was talking about. I didn't, but I
kept taking pictures anyway because I didn't want this
heaven to stop, and she went back to what she was
doing, and doing a wonderful job of it!
She ran her eager mouth up and down me using her
tongue on the underside of my shaft, bobbing her head,
and I was in awe of her skills! She was a thirteen
year old, and she sure damned well knew what she was
doing, I'll give her that!
Then, not satisfied with that, she pulled away, and
told me she wanted me to fuck her now, and got on
hands and knees, faced away from me and told me to
hurry up, she had to be home soon, or her Dad would
freak. I watched her young sex wink and move,
mesmerised by the sight, and then she asked me
peevishly if I need help to find the hole?
I stuttered, and managed to convey to her that I'd
never done it before, and she gaped at me in
amazement, and said, "A virgin? I got to pop a
virgin?" She went down on her elbows and laughed, and
got out, "Oh my god! Beth's gonna love that when I
tell her!" and I got mad, and knelt behind her, my
knees on either side of hers on the outside, keeping
her legs closed, lined my woody at her pouting wet
thin-lipped sex, and pushed.
Don't ask me how I got it in in one go, that's always
been a mystery to me. I was doing what came naturally
I suppose. I slid in easily, and she gave a yelp, and
then she was pushing back at me, and then we had a
rhythm going, and were slapping against each other,
and I basked in the feel of her slick tunnel around
me.
Her dress had slid up her body, and bunched around her
shoulders. She had a pale slim back, and I could see
the bumps of her spine, and the shape of her ribs. She
was still on a down-angle, on her elbows, and she was
making uh! uh! uh! sounds, and I could feel her
vaginal passage, so smooth, so silky, and I could feel
her juices in my pubic hair, and they'd squelch as she
pushed back against me, and as I pushed forward into
her.
She was gasping, moaning, and I was too. She told me
to keep shooting, so I used up a lot of film as I
pushed and thrust into her, then changed the film
again, and just kept pushing the button, aiming the
camera at our joined bodies from all and every angle I
could think of.
Then she spasmed, and bucked under me, and I could
feel my body swell, and something was happening, I was
out of breath, my head wanted to burst, and now I know
that I was having my first climax. The young girl
pulled away, making me groan in frustration, but she
twisted around, wrapped her lips around my cockhead
again, and sucked me as I shot into her mouth. She
swallowed it all, until I was exhausted and soft.
I got it all on film, and she smiled, then grinned
around my cock as I snapped away, proud of her
efforts. She let me go, and I had to tuck myself in,
and she wanted to know if I wanted take more pictures
of her, maybe with Beth, her friend, as well?, smiling
slyly, running her fingertips over my crotch.
Damn straight, I did! And I told her so. I was flying
on a euphoric sexual high, so she made me give her my
number, promising to call me.
She walked away, and I saw her panties on the ground,
and called out to her, holding them up in the air for
her to see, telling her she'd left them behind! She
just laughed, and told me to keep them, as I might
need them later! I stuffed them into my back jeans
pocket, and before she went too much further, I asked
her what her name was. She called out, "Leesa!" then
she ran off, her skirt flying around her slim legs,
laughing with a carefree sound, and I yelled out, "My
name is Reg!" then I stood there in that graveyard,
unable to stop grinning.
***
When I got home that late afternoon, I went into the
lounge, and Dad was there, watching something mindless
on TV, unwinding from work. Dad worked odd hours at a
lumber mill, so he was sometimes home before dinner
was ready, or even on. I was still in a dreamy state,
running the events that had happened over and again in
my mind, savouring every detail. The panties were
still in my pocket, making a comfortable bump in my
pocket.
Dad asked if I'd had fun, and I looked blankly at him.
"Did you have fun today, son?" he asked again, and I
couldn't help myself, I grinned at him, and told him,
"Yeah!" Dad saw the look on my face, misread it, and
smiled, and said "that's good, you should be out
enjoying yourself."
If he only knew!
-= Chapter Two =-
I worked part-time at the local Kodak branch, where
the proprietor, Mr. Pittman, did everybody's printing,
and he sold a variety of photographic paraphernalia,
and he took me on one day when I'd approached him,
asking him if he could teach me how to print photos. I
showed him some of my photos, he recognised them
immediately, and told me he didn't realise they were
mine, he thought a photographer had moved in to town
and he was hoping to meet him, "and now," he said, "he
had!" He shook my hand, and told me he'd been proud to
have been the one to handle my work, and when could I
start?
Just the kind of praise a young boy needed!
Mr. Pittman was about forty-seven, a widower, salt and
pepper hair, and a wide smile. He had a cat he called
Ferocious, who wasn't, actually. He'd come slinking
around the door, and would literally have a heart
attack if you as much as looked at him, he was so
placid. Mr. Pittman stood maybe five-eight, and he had
a heart of gold, and he'd extend credit to people, but
not everyone. He'd been stung too many times, so he
knew people, and he knew who'd pay, and who wouldn't.
Every few months, he'd have a cleanout, going through
the stacks of envelopes that people hadn't come to
collect, taking out the photo's he wanted, and binned
the rest.
He was also a very patient man, and he spent hours
with me, teaching me the trade, and showing me how to
use the equipment to take the negatives and make
photos out of them. I was really grateful to him for
that, and tried my hardest to learn, and to clean the
store every day I was in there.
***
So now you see, I had a problem. I wanted to develop
the films, but I had either to get Mr. Pittman's
permission, which meant he's see what was in the
pictures, or I had to be sneaky, and risk ruining
everything and lose my job.
I was up the creek on that one.
No matter which angle I looked at it, I still had the
same problem, and call me stupid, but I came to the
conclusion that I'd have to be honest with him, but
not actually get him to see the photos. That of course
gave me new problems.
I should have just told that damn girl to go away!
***
So, the next time I was working at the store, working
as much as I could in the developing room, and those
blasted films were a millstone around my neck, even if
they were in my jacket pocket. As Mr. Pittman was
getting ready to close the store, I swallowed, and
asked him if I could talk to him, please. He'd been
noticing me all afternoon, and although I wasn't
slacking off, he'd noticed that I wasn't concentrating
on what I was doing.
Mr. Pittman closed the store, and taking the broom out
of my hands, he leaned it up against the wall, took my
elbow, and showed me to his office out back.
He showed me to a chair, then sat down on his side of
the desk there, and looked at me for a long moment,
his fingers steepled in front of his face. He swung
back and forth in his swivel chair, and then he
stopped moving, and leaned forward on his elbows. I
was nervous as hell, and I was hypnotised by his
actions.
"Well, Reg," he said finally, "I think you're either
going to tell me you want to quit, or you want a
raise. Which is it?"
He had totally misread the situation, and I gave a
start, and blurted, "Oh, no! No, Mr. Pittman! neither
of those, sir!"
He gave me a stern look, which he hardly did, and told
me he'd been watching me all afternoon, and I looked
like I had a bug up my ass about something! I was
miserable. I wanted to see how the photos had turned
out, and I wanted to relive the memory of my time with
Leesa, and now, I was near tears, totally lost in my
misery, and I broke down, and spilled my guts.
***
Mr. Pittman held out his hand, palm up, and with a
wistful look at them, I surrendered the three rolls of
film, silently wishing them goodbye. My heart was
around my ankles, and I wanted to die. As I sat there,
my head down, Mr. Pittman gruffly told me to follow
him and I got up, expecting him to destroy them.
Instead, he took me into the developing studio, and
told me to prepare the chemicals, while he got the
paper ready.
I woke out of my self-pity fog, and perked up. Had I
heard him correctly? I didn't wait to find out, and
rushed to do his bidding. He growled, "How many times
I got to tell you? Slowly, but surely, boy!"
We spent a long time in there, and he told me to call
my parents and tell them to put my dinner in the oven,
as I was going to be late.
Thank god it was a Friday, and we went through the
process, and he made copies of all the photos, and
then, at last, there were two piles of three envelopes
sitting there. Then he picked them up, and we went
into his office, and we sat, then he passed me mine,
and Mr. Pittman told me to put them into my jacket
pocket, and to come back to the office.
I did so, and when I returned, he opened the first
envelope, and extracted the photos one by one, looking
at them, and then passing them on to me.
As I went through them, the kindly old gentleman was
back, and he'd ask me about Leesa, and he really
thought that she was a cutie, he said, and sighed, and
said he'd wished he'd been there, or that maybe could
have had a turn with her.
That shocked me. I couldn't believe what I was
hearing! But Mr. Pittman had no expression on his
face, he had his head down, and I wondered if he'd
realised he'd even said what he did.
When we'd gone through the photos, I asked him why he
wanted a set of his own for, probably as payment for
the use of the chemicals and paper, I thought. He
looked at me seriously for a moment, then got up, and
from a wall safe, he extracted a cardboard box and
when he opened that, it was stuffed full of old
envelopes, and some new ones.
He sat it on the desk, just looking at it. Then he
sighed, and quietly explained that there were more
people taking those kinds of photos than I might
think.
"A lot of people, and I do mean a lot, come from far
and wide to get me to develop their pictures for
them." he said. "Or, they send me the film, and I send
them back the photos and negatives, and I always keep
a copy of them, just for my own enjoyment. I got a
reputation for being discreet, and have had a few
years now!"
"Reg," he said, "that day," and he waved at the pile
of evidence in front of us, "was your first, of so
many things. You lost your virginity, you got to have
sex with a fantastic young woman, and you now have the
tangible memories of it, to last you a lifetime, and",
he said, his eyes sparkling, "you took those photos
yourself! An added bonus for your enjoyment of them!"
He sighed again, and told me, "I'm going to show you
something, and none of this is to ever leave this
office. I trust you, young man, and I know you'll
respect that!"
Then, he pulled out some envelopes, passed them to me,
and told me to have a look, and then picking up the
pictures of Leesa, he sat back, and left me to it.
***
I went through the photos, and they had men and women,
women and women, men and young girls, women and young
girls, men and men, men and boys, women and boys, my
god, there was even some that had women and dogs! I
was panting like I'd run a race, and I was in sexual
overload looking at them. In the end, I was all
porned-out, and had to put them down, and hand them
back. I stood up, thanked my friend for his help and
understanding, and went home. He was still sitting
there in his chair, and he just waved, and said, "See
you next week, Reg!" and didn't even look up from a
picture of my woody in Leesa's very wet young pussy.
When I got home, Mom was in a fuss, demanding to know
what I was doing at the store, what had I done wrong
to be made to stay behind, and she generally grilled
me. I gave her answers that were mostly truth, until
Dad came into the kitchen and told her to leave me
alone. Mom got into a huff, took my dinner out of the
oven, and slammed it down onto the table, telling me I
should be grateful she'd saved me some, and stormed
off into her and Dad's room, slamming the door.
Dad was watching this outburst, shook his head, and
whispered to himself, "I don't know what's gotten into
her lately!" He looked at me, and told me to enjoy my
dinner anyway, and he left, going into the room to
talk with her.
***
I had my dinner, then went and showered, and then sat
on my bed, with the three packets of photo'd on the
bed in front of me. I wanted to wait till Mom and dad
was in bed, then I was going to wait till later to
pull them out, and look at them, but temptation got
the better of me, so closing my bedroom door, I sat
back down, and opened the first packet.
There were the shots of the headstones, and I ran a
critical eye over them, thinking I might go back
there, and shoot some more. Then came the shots of
Leesa posing, and I remembered the feeling of her
limbs, the silky smoothness of her skin, how I'd so
wanted to lift her dress, and gaze at her panties,
never thinking for one moment I would taste such
forbidden fruit!
Then, as I was picking up a shot of Leesa with her
hand in her panties, her face flushed and almost
crazed with lust, the door opened, and Dad, thank god!
came in and was saying, "Reg, I want to..." and his
voice faded as he caught sight of what was spread out
on my bed. He stopped dead in his tracks, and stared
for a few long seconds at the pictures, and then he
turned, closed the door, and sat on the end of the
bed, still looking at the damning evidence facing him.
"My god, Reg!" was all he said for a time, and he was
breathing a bit fast. He looked up at me, and I could
see disbelief, hurt, and most strange of all, lust, in
his eyes. He picked one of the shots up, his hand
trembling, and stared at it. "My boy is growing up
fast," he breathed.
"Is this you inside her?" he asked, holding up the
picture. I was a shot of my woody in Leesa's young
pussy, and I'd held the camera low, so you could see
me hard, half-buried in her sweet young pussy.
"Yes, it is," I said, waiting for a whupping, that I
knew must surely come.
He said nothing for a time, and then firmly he told
me, "Tomorrow, I'm putting a lock on your door. If
you're going to be taking and looking at this kind of
stuff," he said, "you're going to need your privacy.
I'll deal with your mother, so you'll have to step
quiet around her for a few days."
He stood up, and before he left, he said, "Better you
wait until your mother goes to bed, and get yourself
some paper towels and air freshener."
Then he looked away and asked, "Are you masturbating
yet?"
I sat there in shock, not believing my ears. He wasn't
going to whup me, and he was even helping me, by
giving me advice on how to hide the evidence! Holy
shit, man, I lucked into a parallel universe or
something! I looked at my father, and he couldn't drag
his eyes from the photos.
I told him, not yet, then was honest with him, and
told him I didn't know how.
He stared me in the eye, saw I was telling the truth,
and told me not to go far tomorrow, we were going to
talk about that, father to son, man to man.
Then he went out the door, and closed it behind him,
and the house was quiet for the rest of the night.
***
Dad was up early the next morning, and he brought his
tool box and a latch into my room, and while Mom was
berating him, accusing him of keeping her away from
me, fixed the latch onto my door, and then tested it
to see it worked. Satisfied, he gave me a smile, and
said, "That should stop anyone busting in
unannounced!" and we both knew he meant Mom.
Dad had told Mom that a young man needed his privacy,
I wasn't a boy anymore, which Mom debated against,
saying I was her boy, and she had every right to come
into my room, and then her and Dad had an argument,
and it lasted all day, and Mom would not let it go.
Dinner was strained to say the least. Mom would not
talk to Dad, and he tried to get her to see his point
of view, and I stayed quiet, even though Mom kept
shooting angry looks at me, silently demanding that I
back her up. But, I kept to myself, and tried not to
look her in the eye, and after Mom had done the
dishes, she stormed back into her room, burst into
tears that she made sure we heard, and slammed the
door.
***
Then later that evening, Dad knocked on my door, and
asked if he could come in. I told him it was okay, and
he opened the door, and entered. He had a towel rolled
up in his hand, and closing the door, he latched it
securely, and he said, "I told your mother I was going
to have a talk with you, and I finally managed to calm
her down. I told her we had some man-stuff to talk
about, and she's watching one of her never-ending
mindless soap operas, so that should give us some time
together."
Dad unrolled the towel, and it had a roll of paper
towels and a can of air freshener in it. He handed
these to me, and told me to put them somewhere, but
not just yet. Then he sat on the spare bed in my room,
and was quiet for a while, gathering his thoughts.
We lived in a small house, only two bedrooms, and
there were two single beds in my room, just in case we
had an overnight visitor, but that had happened only
once, when my grandmother, Mom's mother came for a
weekend. Her and Dad didn't get on, yeah same old
story, huh? and she'd left in a huff not long after
when she tried to get me to sleep on the couch, saying
it wasn't proper for her to have a young boy sleeping
in there with her.
Dad told her flat out there was no way I was giving up
my own bed in my own room, just so she could feel
superior. That started an argument that lasted a
month, and life was uncomfortable for a while there,
let me tell you!
So, as Dad sat there, he started to tell me that there
was nothing wrong, far from it, for a person to
masturbate, saying it was a natural and safe way to
relieve one's 'urges', and we had a conversation about
that, and then he began to describe the different ways
a man could masturbate, feeling good doing so.
Well, talking about it is one thing, but the doing is
something else entirely, and we came to the point
where Dad got up, and told me not to be shocked, as he
was going to have to show me how. He told me that if
that freaked me out, he would leave, and let me figure
it out for myself.
It did, and it didn't. Freak me out, I mean. Strange,
huh? I desperately needed release from the sexual
tension I was under, but didn't know if I was going to
be doing it right if he left, and he sat down while he
patiently waited for me to speak. I thought it over
some more. Finally, I agreed he should show me how,
and so Dad stood up, unbuckled his belt, and pushed
his jeans and shorts down to his knees, and sat down
again. I got up, and a bit shyly, I did the same.
***
Dad began to softly stroke his penis, softly talking
to me, getting me to copy what he was doing, and I was
hard before he was. It was uncomfortable that first
time, my hands dry, there not being any natural
lubrication, so dad told me to spit on my hand, and
rub it onto my stiff erection, which I did, and I had
to do that several times, and then it became easier,
and then dad was hard as well, and then we were
lightly gripping our erections, and we began to
breathe deeply, and I noticed were in a synchronised
rhythm.
I watched dad's hand as it worked on his staff, and he
was watching mine, and slowly, but surely, we sped up
our motions, and both our eyes were going glassy from
our building climaxes. Dad's erection was the same
length as mine, but his was a little bit thicker. I
mentioned that, and he said I shouldn't worry about
it, mine looked just fine the way it was.
Then just as we were about to have a glorious climax,
there was a loud bang, and the door frame exploded
inwards, the door flew open, and Mom was standing
there screaming that she had every right to be in her
boy's room, and no-one could keep her out! She'd
kicked the door in!
Holy shit on a shingle, I damn near had a freaking
heart attack!
The when she saw what we were doing, and she went from
ballistic, to space-bound! She screamed, "Holy sweet
fucking Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you two doing?
Perverts! I'm living under the same roof as a pair of
fucking homo perverts!
She stood there; chest heaving, her face red with
rage, and her hands were balled into fists. She threw
her finger at Dad, calling him vile names, who'd stood
up when she'd crashed into my room, and his pants fell
to the floor, and his erection swayed and bobbed, and
he made a grab for his pants, and managed to get them
back up.
He was trying to calm her down saying there was an
explanation, if she'd calm down and listen, but she
would have none of it. She was on a roll, and she was
making the most of it, screaming vile imprecations at
Dad.
Then she took a breath, and said, "That's it! That's
the last straw! I'm leaving, and don't try to stop
me!" Dad went to hold her, and she pushed him away
yelling, "Don't you fucking touch me, you fucking
pervert! I'm tired of this fucking house, I'm tired of
your fucking useless brat, and I'm tired of fucking
you!"
Then she spun away, and we heard her stomp into their
bedroom, and doors were thumping open, and Dad went to
see what she was doing, and he was pleading with her,
telling her not to go, they could work this out. Buts
she was set on going, and packed in a relatively short
time, and then she was on the phone, talking to
someone, and she was saying, "I'm leaving him! Get
here now and pick me up! No, asshole, now! I won't be
here for any longer than I have to!"
Then she hung up, and grabbing her bags, put them on
the porch, and waited. There was a car outside our
house in ten minutes. It drove off, and that's the
last I saw of my mother.
***
A month later, an envelope containing divorce papers
arrived in the mail, the return address a lawyer's
office. Dad sat there for several hours holding them,
tears running down his cheeks, falling onto them, then
with a sad sigh, he picked up a pen, and signed them.
He put them into the return envelope, and sealed it.
Then he sat back onto the couch, and cried, great
wracking sobs of grief and loss. I went to him, and we
held each other, father and son, and cried, pain over
the loss of my mother, and his wife, bonding us
closer.
About six months later, there was a report in the news
of a murder-suicide, involving a travelling salesman,
and his common-law wife. She'd killed them both with a
handgun. The name was very familiar.
It was my mother.
***
The months rolled by sedately, and then it was almost
time for my seventeenth birthday, and I was wondering
what I was going to do. I didn't really have that many
friends, not being on any sports teams, and so I had
started a photography club at school. There was about
nine of us in it, and two were girls, 'geeks' if you
want to label them, and they were quiet studious
types. Four of the guys were only there because they
wanted to have sex with Roberta and Clemency, yes that
was her name, given to her by religious parents, and
she was anything but!
The other two guys were gays. I didn't have a problem
with that, I just accepted people for who they were,
as long as they didn't interfere with my hobby,
photography. One night, I was feeling horny and strung
out, working late in the library where I'd gotten a
part time job, and one of the shims, Lacy, as he/she
called herself was there, giving me unobtrusive looks.
Lacy was preparing for a crossover from male to full-
time shemale, and she looked damn gorgeous, and if she
didn't take her pants off, you'd swear you were
talking to a girl. She had breasts and all, nicely
shaped ones, was a willowy long haired and long-legged
blonde, had a shapely firm ass, and my heart would
race just looking at her! But what impressed me about
her, was the fact she really did have a genuine
interest in photographic studies!
Tony was a queen, and he had a thing for the Village
People. He was as camp as could be, and he was a riot!
Every time you heard giggling, you knew Tony, or Toni,
as he wanted to be called, would be in the middle of
it. He was a great friend, and we got along well.
Well, anyway this particular night, I was putting
books away, and the librarian had gone early, saying
she had things to do, and would I lock up after I'd
finished? I told her, sure thing, and she was off. I
called time at closing time, and a dozen people left,
I locked the door, and was up a ladder putting books
on a shelf, and then Lacy was standing under me, her
face level with my groin.
I looked down, and was about to ask her what she was
doing in here, she reached up, and started to undo my
jeans, pulling the zip down.
"Lacy!" I gasped, "What the hell are you doing?"
She looked up at me, pulled my jeans and shorts down
to my knees, and said, "I've wanted to do this for the
longest time, Reg! Please don't ruin it for me,
please?"
Then, not waiting for an answer, she licked my penis,
and then took me into her mouth. Oh sweet Jesus! I
held onto the shelves to stop myself from falling, and
she moved her head back and forth, working her tongue
on me, and I was hard in no time.
She held onto my thighs, and moved her head slowly,
sexily, her mouth sucking and swallowing, her tongue
dancing in her mouth on me, and then I was deep in her
throat, and her nose was in my pubic hair. She moved
her head back, took a breath, and repeated the
process. She did that for a couple of minutes, until
she was bobbing on my turgid member, and I watched in
fascination as it kept disappearing into her mouth and
throat.
I tried to hold on, but my legs were shaking, and I
couldn't stand up on the ladder. I pulled away, and
climbed down, and we were kissing, and she held me in
her hand, slowly and softly stroking me. Then she
dropped to her knees, and continued where she left
off.
I started to moan, and Lacy stopped, looked up at me
and asked me if I wanted to have sex with her.
"I've never done that before," I said, "not with a,
with a, um, with one like you!"
She laughed, and said there was always a first time
for everything, and stood up, undid her jeans, slipped
her jeans and panties down, then off, and then she
stood there nude from the waist down. I looked at her
penis, and it was small, and very hard. She was
shaven, and smooth. Fascinated, I reached down, and
took it into my hand, and stroked it.
That was the first 'male' penis I'd touched, besides
my own, and I couldn't believe how warm, how silky
soft, and yet how hard it was. I looked her in the
eyes, so blue and sexy, and asked, "Can I?"
She stood there and purred, "Oh, yes, my lovely man,
yes you can!"
So I went to my knees like she did, and I leaned in,
and tasted her. She was remarkably tasteless, but the
thrill of it was overpowering. I took her into my
mouth, and sucked on her, rolling my tongue around her
small hardness, doing so for a couple of minutes,
bobbing my head, and she moaned, and pulled me up and
told me we can do that later, if I wanted, but for
now, she wanted me in her ass, "right now!"
She bent over, sucked on me to make sure I was good
and hard, and then she got to her knees, and put her
derrière into the air, going down onto her chest,
arching her back, and told me go slow, and as this was
my first time, to be as gentle as I could as I went
in. I promised I would. I went to my knees, and
positioned myself by her.
Her anal opening was brown and puckered, but stretched
by her position, I spat on my hand, and rubbed my
spittle on my head to get it slick, and placing it
against her sphincter, I pushed slowly in, and she
relaxed, and then the head was in.
Now, how to describe feeling of it? Impossible, you'd
have to do it to understand. She was tight, and warm,
and she gripped me by contracting her muscles. I
slowly pushed in a bit more, and Lacy moaned, not in
pain, but in happiness. I groaned from the feeling of
my hardness entering her, and then, I was fully buried
in her, my pubic hair against the silky buns of her
ass.
She pushed herself up onto her arms, and began to move
back and forth, her breasts swaying, her ass muscles
gripping me on the in stroke, and loosening on the
out, and I dribbled spit onto my shaft, to lubricate
us both. Lacy looked back at me and asked, "Are you
sure you've never done this before?'
"Never," I said, "but I do know how to read!"
She giggled, and began to move faster, her anal
channel sliding back and forth, and I was lost in the
feeling of her lovely ass and my building climax.
Then I was ready to blow, and giving a gasping moan, I
cried. "I'm coming!"
Lacy whipped around, and taking me into her mouth,
sucking on just my crown, her tongue whipping all over
it, I came, and jetted into her mouth, months of
celibacy ejecting into her willing orifice.
She drank it all, and continued sucking on me, milking
me, and I cried out and shuddered, finally collapsing
on the floor of the library, spent. Lacy laid next to
me, held me, and crooned into my ear, "Happy Birthday,
Reg!" and giggled.
-= Chapter Three =-
The next time I was in the library, the librarian
called me over, and quietly told me to practice my
'extra-curricular' activities elsewhere, as, she said,
pointing up, there were 'eyes in the sky'! I actually
blushed, and promised not to do it again. She laughed
softly, and told me I wasn't the first to get caught,
and then she told me she'd be keeping an eye on me,
and as I turned away, she goosed me!
The librarian, Miss Parker, was a fantasy of quite a
few boys at the school. She was twenty nine, and had a
shapely figure, which she kept buried under calf
length skirts and long-sleeved sweaters, and jackets
in the winter. Some boys called her "Miss Pork-her,"
earning them detention when reported, or a beating
from those boys who'd been having a crush on her. She
had a mysterious quality, and actually, most boys, and
even some girls, were in love with her.
One night, we were working away, putting books onto
shelves, and as there was a light load that night, we
were finished rather quickly. We sat down at the back
of the library, one of the few lesser known 'blind
spots' in there, and talked for a while, and she said
she'd heard that I was president of the photography,
club, and so I told her about it, and the way she was
sitting seemed to invite to look at her legs, which I
did, but tried not make it obvious I was doing so.
They were long and shapely, and were encased in nylon
stockings. She slipped her shoes off, and asked me if
I could rub her feet? I agreed quickly, not too
quickly, I hoped. I'd be Hero Number One if word got
out that I'd actually got to touch Miss Parker's feet,
and trying not to be too eager, I got down on my
knees, and began to rub her feet, first one, then the
other, doing my best, and trying to make the
experience last.
Miss Parker moaned in bliss as I rubbed and rolled her
foot, and then she lifted her leg, to give me better
access. Oh, my! I got a clear look straight up under
her dress, to the juncture of her thighs, and I saw
her white panties, and they sat snug against her
vagina, and I saw the crease of her lips, and I almost
lost it, and had to drop my eyes, and concentrate on
her feet.
Miss Parker started to talk to me then, telling me how
she used to be a child model, and into her teens, and
used to pose for adverts, and confessed that the
underwear shoots always used to make her hot and
bothered. I got a woody instantly. Did she want me to
shoot her in her underwear? My god on a Christmas
tree! I could do that, try and stop me! So, without
looking at her, I said I hadn't done a figure study
for a while, and would she want to pose for me? I was
red in the face, which I kept down, still not looking
at her.
She went quiet, and I kept rubbing her foot, then she
put her foot down on the floor, put her shoes back on,
and stood up. I stood as well, and she just stood
there, looking at me silently, until finally, she told
me that if she, we, did this, no-one, and she meant
no-one, was to know about it. She had a hard look in
her eye, and I did not want to cross that woman!
***
I had readily agreed, and as we still had two hours on
the clock, she said we might as well close up and go
back to her place. Again, I was put under a stricture
to remain silent about that, and so I did, you're the
first person I've told in many years.
I had a bag that held my schoolbooks, and it also had
my camera and extra film in it. Miss Parker promised
to drop me off home later when we were finished, and
so we headed off, and she surprised me, because she
lived in the better part of town.
I watched the houses slide by, and wished I lived in
that kind of neighbourhood, and then we were pulling
into her driveway and then we were at her door. She
unlocked her door, and we stepped into her house, and
it was huge! For a guy like me who lived in two
bedroom house, it was a little intimidating to stand
there, and she took off her shoes, and asked me to do
the same, which I did. The carpet was so soft; I sank
into it, feeling like I was walking on a cloud.
Miss Parker turned to me, and told me for the rest of
the time I was with her, I was to call her Kitty, but
once back at school, she was Miss Parker again. I
said, "Yes ma'am," and promised to do that.
***
Kitty told me that there was one more condition. I had
to be nude the entire time I was photographing her.
She was all business, and not once dropped her eyes to
my groin while she spoke to me.
I asked Kitty if she wanted me to do so now, and she
told me to go and have a quick shower, and then bring
my clothes back out when I was dried off. I did so,
and stood there in front of her, and she didn't seem
to notice me as she said she was going to shower as
well, and for me to get the camera ready, and she'd be
out shortly.
She didn't take long, coming back into her living
room, with a towel around herself, drying her hair,
and then brushing it. She made us a drink, and I
tasted a weak bourbon for the first time. I've drunk
bourbon ever since, and loved the taste, in memory of
her.
Then she sat down on the couch, and in a knowledgeable
way, discussed poses and camera angles with me, but in
the end, she told me to direct her, she'd leave that
up to me, to gauge my experience.
I started to snap pictures of her as she sat there
talking, so she accepted that, and I told her to put
her arms up on the back of the couch, look into the
camera, and to cross her legs, She gave me a small
smile, and told me that surprised her, as she fully
expected me to tell her to open them!
Then she said nothing more, because I said nothing as
well, I was concentrating on her, and the camera. We
got down to business, and I had her pose in different
positions, all the while with her towel on, and it
kept opening, so we went with it, until with an
exasperated grunt, she pulled it from herself, and
threw it away, and she then was gloriously nude, and I
gasped at her perfect body, my camera forgotten for
the moment.
She had perfect round breasts, with dark pink nipples,
and her pubic thatch was thin, and trimmed. She had an
hour glass figure, and with her long black hair, and
pale skin she looked a Grecian goddess. She had a
slightly rounded face, and full lips, that I noticed
she kept wetting them with the tip of her tongue, and
this time, she was openly looking at my groin, and she
had a glazed look in her eye. Her legs were long and
shapely, and she had pretty feet, attached to well-
turned ankles.
***
Kitty stood, and wetting her lips, she swayed toward
me, and I kept snapping away, until she filled the
viewfinder. Then her hand gently pushed the camera
down, and she was in my arms, and we were kissing.
Her hands roamed over my body, and when I didn't
respond immediately, she took my hand, and placed it
on her breast. I felt the dark pink nipple harden, and
it pushed into my palm, and an electric shock zapped
me, and then I was gently kneading her full mound, and
she was moaning into my mouth and grinding her pelvis
into mine, and that's when I let go, and had a
marvellously hard woody that pushed into the base of
her belly.
I put the camera down, and it was forgotten.
Kitty pulled me down onto the floor, and I noticed we
were lying on a sheepskin rug, and it felt amazingly
soft on my back. We kissed some more, her hands
travelling all over me, and then she was kissing her
way down my body, licking my nipples, and nipping
them, making me gasp as little shocks rippled through
me. She giggled, and continued down my torso, spent a
couple of seconds licking my belly button, and then
she held me in her hand, stroked me gently, then
dipping her head, her hair hiding her face, she took
me into her mouth, and hummed.
The state of sexual tension I was in almost made me
ejaculate, but I gritted my teeth, and my hips gave a
lurch. Kitty gave a full-throated chuckle, and began
to give me small licks and sucks, teasing me, driving
me to distraction.
My god, but that woman knew how to pleasure a man!
***
Kitty then started to slide her mouth and tongue down
my length, her saliva making the process easier. Her
tongue was busy, licking me, never still, her mouth
keeping a perfect suction. Then she lifted her leg,
and straddled my face, and I gazed up into her slick
folds, wet and opened, and her fragrance made me
light-headed. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, and
caressing the globes of her bottom, which was firm, I
leaned my head into her, and tasted her.
I flicked my tongue across her inner lips, and Kitty
stiffened, and gave a small cry, then I began to
caress her, licking and drinking her secretions in,
savouring the taste, driving my tongue up into her,
and then I gave her clitoris a swipe, licking her
dripping pussy frantically, and she bucked, and then
attacked my turgid member furiously. We continued like
that for a few minutes, and then she climbed off me,
and with a definitely glazed look, sat astride my
groin, held my member, and lowered herself on me.
She was so warm and snug, and when she was settled on
me, I was deep into her, and she sat there, her hands
on my chest, and I could feel small ripples travelling
down my hard cock. Kitty was giving small whimpers,
shuddering in what I guessed was an orgasm as I filled
her.
She began moving then, slowly at first, gradually
moving faster, up and down, up and down, and then I
was moving with her, and we bucked and shook, riding
each other, and Kitty began to wail, a high-pitched
sound that didn't stop, pounding down onto me, her
orgasm strong and intense. Then I felt a boiling in my
balls, and then liquid fire coursed through my length,
and I bucked up into her, and cried out my own
release.
***
Kitty lay atop me, and her hand caressed my chest in
slow circles. She hadn't said a word since she'd
climaxed, and neither did I. Just then, my deflated
member slipped from her, and then I felt my ejaculate
drip from her, and she raised herself, got off me,
passed me her towel, the one she'd worn, still with
her fragrance on it, and as I cleaned myself off, she
did the same to herself, with the towel she'd dried
her hair with. I got a tingle as I watched her pass
the towel between her legs, wiping herself. She chose
to look up at that moment, and she gave a rueful grin,
and told me that it seemed to be a male thing, us
getting interested watching a woman who has her hands
anywhere near her crotch.
That broke the ice, and we both laughed, and then we
sat on her couch, but not together. Kitty sighed, and
asked me what we're going to do with the film that I'd
shot, and I told her not to worry, I knew of a
discrete and trustworthy fellow who could get them
printed for her, no charge, if she wished to have a
copy of them? "Who's that?" she enquired.
I looked at her, and with a smug grin, said, "Me!"
I told her about my job at the store, and told her Mr.
Pittman allowed me to print off my own work, and let
me make copies, within reason, of course. Kitty was
immediately interested, and agreed.
***
The next time I was in the store, I waited until there
was a lull, and went to Mr. Pittman, showed him the
rolls of film, and asked him if he knew of Miss
Parker, the school librarian? He grinned, and nodded,
and his eyes became alight with interest, and he just
nodded at the developing room. Say no more!
When I was in the library next after that, I
manoeuvred Miss Parker into a secluded corner, and
passed her the packets of photos and negatives. We
didn't say a word, and pretended it was normal library
business, and I walked off. We hadn't said anything to
each other about our assignation, and I kept to my
word faithfully, and so we pretended it didn't happen,
and remained good friends after that.
A couple of days later, after the library was closed,
and we were putting books away, Miss Parker called out
to me, down the end of the library. She was in the
blind spot, and beckoned me over. She grabbed me, and
kissed me, her tongue thrashing in my mouth. She
stepped back, and panting, she told me she'd finally
got up the courage to view the photos, and she told me
she was very impressed looking at them. She couldn't
believe what kind of talent I had, because, she said,
I had made her look beautiful!
"But you are, Miss Parker!" I told her sincerely.
"Nearly every boy in school is in love with you, and
even a few girls! When anyone thinks of a Goddess,
they think of Miss Parker!"
She went silent, mulling over my praise of her beauty.
She looked at me from under lowered lids, and she said
softly "Girls? Girls are in love with me? Do you know
which ones?"
I thought for a moment, and gave her four names that I
knew of. She looked at me with a calculating look, and
told me to keep this to myself, and she'd come up with
a plan where I might be able to do a session with her
and one or two of those girls, whom she knew, from
them coming into the library, and talking with her.
I went hard, and she noticed, and so she smiled, gave
it a pat, and said, "Easy, tiger, maybe we can indulge
him if things went well!"
Miss Parker went into a campaign of seduction. She
developed an interest in those girls, all about
sixteen to eighteen, and would chat and laugh with
them, and although it took a couple of months, one day
she stood next to me, not looking at each other, and
in a low voice, told me a small gathering was planned
for Friday night at her place, and to make sure my
camera was working.
She moved off, and we went about our business for the
night, and spoke no more of it.
***
Friday came around, and Miss Parker picked me up down
the street from my house, and we were travelling up
the freeway to her house. She proceeded to fill me in,
telling me that she'd got Alicia Trumble and Dana
Miscombe to come over, and she'd told them that I was
a scout for a modelling agency, but kept my
affiliation secret, my being, she'd told them,
'undercover!', always on the lookout for new talent.
Miss Parker confided to me, due to our relationship of
trust, that sometimes she did the occasional lingerie
shoot, but mainly nudes, and not very often, out-of-
town 'adult' sessions, as she wasn't really into them,
but they paid good money.
Both girls were sixteen, with curvy hips, and more
than one boy pined about them, because they were
lovely, in a natural way. Dana was a slim brunette,
and she had a beautiful figure, with C cup breasts,
that lifted and were firm. Her hair hung down to her
shoulders, and she had brown eyes, and she had an
infectious smile. Her legs were slim and developed,
and she had firm calves, from her working out in the
cheerleading squad.
Alicia was a relatively quiet girl, had a small circle
of friends, and was a science major. Her body was more
rounded, but she didn't have an ounce of extra fat.
She spent a large amount of time in the library,
always studying, because she wanted to go onto college
and study to become a bio-chemist. She, too, had a C
cup bust, and it sat on her chest rounded and firm.
She wore mainly dresses, and her legs were a boy's wet
dream. She had a butt that swished when she walked,
but she seemed unconscious of it, looking blankly at
the boys who'd comment on it.
***
When we got to her house, both girls were already
inside, Miss Parker having let them in earlier, before
coming to pick me up. She made the introductions, and
although both girls had seen me around school, and
working in the library, they really didn't know me,
and sat there, quiet and a bit apprehensive. Miss
Parker went to the drinks cabinet, and told us that as
we were going to 'intimate' with each other she was
making us a drink to settle our nerves, and poured
three glasses of chilled white wine for herself and
the girls, and a weak bourbon for me.
Both girls tried of course to protest at being given
alcohol, but Miss Parker told them that it was only
one glass they were going to have, to sip it slowly,
as she didn't want drunken girls wrecking her place!
They giggled at the picture that conjured up, and
accepted the glasses, silently daring each other to be
the first to sip. So, they did it together, and
exclaimed at how nice it tasted!
Then putting down her glass, Miss Parker stood, put
her chin in her hand, tapped her finger against those
lovely lips of hers, she said for us to wait there,
telling me to get my camera out and start shooting the
girls, to get them used to the sound of it, and me as
well, as she was going to be back shortly. I did as
she said, and Dana and Alicia huddled on the couch,
whispering and darting looks in my direction.
I just concentrated on shooting them, picking my
shots, moving around them, doing close ups, and when
the girls began to relax, they actually started to
pose for me, giggling all the while! Miss Parker had
returned, and stood silently watching them. Then, when
she judged the time was right, she came in and placed
two small suitcases on the floor, opened them, and
asked the girls to gather round, and they oohed and
aahed at the collection of lingerie sets, and bikini
outfits.
She started to encourage the girls to go try something
on, and they looked at each other and blushed. So Miss
Parker took a bikini set, and stood up and said she
might as well start things off, and began to disrobe,
right there in front of us!
"What are you doing?" Dana almost shrieked, shock and
excitement on her face. "You can't do that in here!
What if he sees you?" motioning her eyes at me.
Miss Parker looked down at her kneeling on the floor,
and told her I was a photographer, and a very good
one, and that I had seen naked women before, so what
was the problem?
***
Miss Parker was wearing a sheer bra, and her dark
nipples were starting to become hard, and they poked
out of the thin material. The girls noticed, and they
went silent, awed by them, and the librarian pulled
her shoulders back a little and stood there, a Goddess
indeed! All this time, I had said nothing, and was
clicking away, taking my shots, and my time, and
getting their reactions to Miss Parker, and close-ups
of her bra-clad mammaries.
Miss Parker told them that if they were shy, they'd
all go into her room, and they would get changed
there. As the girls picked out their swimwear, Miss
Parker told me to get undressed, and to wait for them.
So I did in short order, and was standing with my back
to the door, checking the camera to see how many shots
I had left, and when Dana and Alicia returned, were
greeted by the sight of my bare butt!
Both girls made horrified squeaks, and I turned, my
manhood soft and hanging down, making no expression on
my face, Miss Parker told them that she'd told me to
do that, as it wasn't fair that I'd be the only one
clothed during the session. They were skittish, but
seemed to accept that, and a bit nervous at first,
they were put in poses by 'Kitty' as she told us to
call her for this session.
All the women were in bikinis of different colours and
styles. They were lovely, and I moved around them,
asking for an arm here, a hand covering there, a leg
shifted just so, taking snaps when they'd got it
right, and soon, they calmed down seeing me be
professional.
Then, they got up, and changed outfits, giving me a
chance to change the film, and then they were back,
and the poses began to change subtly, and the women
began to touch each other, and themselves, in
provocative stances. Bikini straps began to come
loose, and the tops of their breasts were in view, and
I snapped happily away. I noticed the mood began to
change as well, and all of them, and possibly me as
well, were becoming slightly aroused, and the smell of
female secretions began to fill the room.
***
Kitty got them up and told then it was time for the
lingerie session, and Dana and Alicia didn't even
protest, and picked out the most sheer and daring,
grinning openly at each other, and me, then they were
off in a cloud of teenage hormones, and a storm of
giggles. I had to stand there, and took a deep breath.
I was worn out with suppressed need, and the effort of
keeping my woody from exploding into life.
Kitty came up to me, and kissed me on the cheek, and
she told me she was proud of me, and that I'd earned
my reward. I looked into her eyes, but she just
smiled, and getting an outfit out of the case, she
walked away, and I watched her firm globes swishing in
her bikini bottoms.
The girls each went through several changes of outfits
that evening, separately and together, and soon, they
didn't even go into the bedroom to change, they just
took off their lingerie, dropped it in a separate pile
where Kitty had told them to put them, as she'd wash
them later. They'd pose without Kitty with them, and
who didn't seem to mind, the teens getting more
provocative and more daring with each passing moment.
They had finished their wine long before; and both
girls were on a hormone-fueled high.
Before anyone realised it, or noticed, suddenly the
lingerie was forgotten, and they were nude, not
caring, but still posing for me and Kitty.
Their fingers were all over their own young hairless
mounds, and experimenting with each other's bodies,
and soon after that they couldn't keep their hands off
each other. That progressed to kissing, then sucking
each other's nipples, their fingers in each other's
swollen lips and clits, and then Dana went to her
knees, and told Alicia she'd always wanted to taste
her!
Alicia looked at her in shock, but kept her legs open,
so Dana took that as permission, and dipped her head,
and slowly ran her tongue up the teen's sexual
parting, and Alicia gave a strangled moan, and slid
down further to give the licking teen more access.
Alicia grabbed her breasts, and her head went back,
and she closed her eyes.
"How freakin' sexy is that!" I heard Kitty whisper.
-= Chapter Four =-
I whispered to Kitty that I was on my last roll of
film, so she told me to use it up, and when I had done
so, to let her know, and then they'd take care of me,
and she looked down at my penis twitching, and gave me
a compassionate look. "Soon," she said. "I promise!"
She went to the girls, and manoeuvred them onto the
sheepskin rug, and put them into a sixty-nine, running
her hands all over them. I took photos of the girls
until I clicked empty, and nodded to Kitty, who told
me to put the camera away, and join them on the floor.
She was nude by then, rubbing her own needy centre.
The two teens were in a world of sexual need and they
were reluctant to let each other go, and once on the
floor, glued themselves together, and within minutes,
were crying out and thrashing in a combined orgasm as
they licked and tasted each other's' sexual centre.
Kitty and I knelt on the floor, and Alicia, who was on
her back, looked up and saw me, and this time, I had
given my woody free reign. It was leaking precum, and
she reached up, and began to stroke it, murmuring
she'd never held one before.
"Do you want Reg to make love to you?" Kitty asked her
gently.
Alicia looked up at her, and in a small voice told the
older woman she had never been with a man before.
Kitty just looked at her kindly and told her it was a
marvellous experience, but if she didn't want to, or
didn't feel ready, then she or Dana would take care of
me. Dana smiled at her, and agreed with Kitty.
Alicia looked into my eyes, and gave a tremulous
smile, and said it was okay; she had to know what
she'd been missing. Alicia hugged Dana, and thanked
her, tears in her eyes. Apparently, Alicia had had a
crush on Dana for a while, and told her so and damned
if I know how Kitty knew about it, but she sure got
that situation right!
Kitty and Dana positioned me between the young girls'
legs, and as Kitty raised her legs and bent her knees,
opening her for me, Dana kissed and stroked her,
calming her, focussing her attention off me, and onto
her. Kitty gently guided Alicia's hand onto me, and
helped the girl to position my aching member, filled
to bursting with blood and need, and she placed me at
her opening, and gently, ever so gently, I slid into
her wet and silky folds.
I held off pushing into her further, so Alicia took
matters into her own hands, so to speak, and locked
her ankles behind me, and as she lunged up with her
hips, she pushed down with her ankles. I drove into
her and she bucked up at me, and she yelled, "Holy
Einstein!" and relaxed under me, and looked at us all,
with a look of wonder on her face.
"That felt better than winning a Bursary to college,"
she gasped. "My god, why did I put this off for so
long?" Then she flushed, and giggled, and began to
move under me, experimenting with the new sensations
emanating from her invaded young sex.
We all laughed, and Kitty and Dana were forgotten, who
decide to go into a huddle themselves, and began to
make love to each other, and soon, the aromas and
sounds of four people grunting, sighing, crying out
and making the age-old sounds of love drove me to my
own held-off climax, and with a roar, I emptied myself
into the climaxing body of the sweet young teen under
me.
***
For the rest of the year, Miss Parker and I had
several photographic sessions with different girls,
and amazingly, no-one found out about it! At school,
she was always 'Miss Parker," the mild mannered
librarian, and no-one knew different. My collection of
envelopes accumulated, and every now and then, I'd let
my Dad 'borrow' some, and he'd be busy for rest of the
night, jacking off for all he was worth! Mr. Pittman
got his share as well, and always looked forward to me
coming into the store to share them with him.
Dana and Alicia had a relationship with each other for
a while, going out on dates with different boys, but
were always with each other at school. They met up
again after college, and last I heard, were living
together in a bisexual relationship. Good for them!
I graduated, and Miss Parker took me to a secluded
campsite, and I photographed her all weekend, and we
made love in the evenings, drawing it out, savouring
each other's bodies, and when we parted at the end of
that year, she cried, looking pretty doing so, and we
promised to keep in contact. We have, and every now
and then, I'd get a call, and there'd be new girls to
photograph, and new young bodies for me to explore.
Damn, life is good!
Then, after I'd graduated college, there was a
computer revolution, and suddenly, it exploded with
porn sites, and I'd got myself a computer by then, and
I scanned all my old photos, and put them in files,
and I could always remember the names of the girls,
their ages, and my collection grew by leaps and
bounds.
I'd surf the picture sites, and goddam! but there is
some nubile young flesh out there. But, heh, there's
always a girl or woman or three who wants to be
famous, or just prove to themselves that they're
pretty, and I'd get approached to do a shoot. I never
say no!
I kept the photos, and I was glad I did, because my
computer crashed one afternoon, and I lost everything!
Shit for breakfast! I had to re-scan and upload all
over again, and it took me months! Damn, that pissed
me off! So, I got smart, and copied them off onto
disc, and now, if that damned piece of hardware
crashes again, I got my back-up!
Hah! Go fuck yourself, Murphy!
***
I took over the store, and the contacts, fewer now
thanks to the internet, from Mr. Pittman after he'd
had a stroke, and I'd go visit with him at the home.
Tore my heart looking at him in there and he was in a
bad way, and didn't recognise me at first. Then one
day, he grabs my hand, passes me a piece of paper with
a number on it, and tells me he wanted me to have his
treasure. I knew what he was talking about, and a
nurse standing nearby, a tasty young twenty-year old,
said "Oh, that's so nice of you, Mr. Pittman!" He
rolled his eyes, and with a sigh, he passed away right
there. I cried my eyes out, holding onto my mentor and
friend.
Fuck you, Murphy.
***
I was working away one day in the store, and I noticed
two young girls, in their early teens, standing
outside the door, and they seemed to daring each other
to come in. I watched them, because every now and
then, a kid or two would come in, and try to steal
something, usually memory cards for cameras, or some
small shit, just to prove they're smarter than the
average retard. Great invention, those! Memory cards,
over four hundred shots, and you can delete the shit
ones instantly! No more film to use, although there
were boutique stores that catered for that type of
photography.
Finally, they were brave enough to step past the
threshold, and they walked up to me, and asked if my
name was Reg? I looked at them, and they were twins,
both about five-nothing, and had brunette hair and
blue eyes. I had to look again at them, because I knew
those eyes!
"Would your mother be called Leesa, by any chance?" I
asked them. They immediately dropped their jaws, and
gaped at me.
"Holy cow," one said.
"How do you know that?" the other finished.
"Mom was going to come in," the first one said.
"And chickened out!" her sister continued.
"Why was that?" I asked, interested now. Leesa had
never called, and I always would look at her shots,
and wistfully think about her, and sometimes, even
miss her. I had always wondered how she was doing.
"She said you had to know something! Something
important!" the one on the right told me, and both
girls were vaguely familiar, and it wasn't their
mother's looks. Suddenly, my heart gave a lurch, and I
took them by the arms, but gently, and told them, "You
hold on a minute. I'm going to shut up shop, and then
I want you to show me where she is! I got to talk to
her!"
They waited patiently, and I put the "Back in five
minutes!" sign on the door. I locked it, and then they
were towing me to a coffee shop, each of them having a
hand in mine, about fifty yards down the street. I
asked the twins where their Daddy was, looking around,
hoping he was at work.
"We don't have a daddy," one said. "Momma didn't want
to get married after she had us! She would always talk
about 'Reg', you, maybe, and say that she wished she'd
called you up and talked to you more!"
They stopped outside the coffee shop, and stood there,
urging me to go in. They'd wait outside, they told me
in twin-speak, and so they held each other's hand and
walked away to sit on a bench. I stood there, suddenly
afraid, and gathering my courage, I stepped in. I saw
her and recognised her immediately, and she'd filled
out nicely, and Leesa was now an attractive woman. She
was sitting there at her table, head down, looking for
something in her purse. I walked over to her, and
stood there, just drinking in the sight of that lovely
brown-haired woman who had made me a man.
"Leesa," I breathed, "how are you?"
Her head snapped up, and she went pale, and gasped,
"Oh my god! Reg!"
She stood up hurriedly, and her chair crashed to the
floor, forgotten. A waitress came over, and asked if
Leesa was alright, and did she need any help?
That broke the spell, and Leesa told her, yes, she was
all right, and no, she didn't need any help, but thank
you anyway.
The waitress gave me a sharp look, picked up the
chair, and we sat down, and didn't say anything for a
time, just gazing into each other's eyes.
My god, I realised. I'd been in love with her for
years.
***
"I wanted to call you," she said softly after about
five minutes, "so many times!" She looked me in the
eyes, as if she couldn't believe I was sitting there,
and she had pain, worry about something, and a spark
of hope that trembled just below the surface.
"I had so much fun that day with you, and that silly
little girl was so happy because she "got to pop a
virgin!"
We both laughed at the recollection of her words, so
long ago now, but still fresh in my memory. I told her
I still had her panties, if she wanted them back! Her
jaw dropped at that. Then she got serious.
"Even though you shot onto my mouth that day," she
said, "you'd also ejaculated into me before I could
stop you. You put just enough into me to get me
pregnant."
She sighed, and looked out of the window, and I saw
the pain of the memories she had to live with.
"My dad bust a fit when he found out I was pregnant!"
she said, nodding her head at the girls outside, where
she could see them. "He was livid! He was going to
call the police, or track you down, and kill you! He
tried to get me to tell him what your name was, but I
only knew you as Reg, and I kept that knowledge to
myself, and told him you were just a random man I had
sex with, just to pay him back."
She looked at me to gauge my reaction, so I reached
over the table top, and held her hand.
"He knew the babies weren't his, because he did six
months behind bars for assault. I was having my first
period when we had sex, and didn't even know it!"
"He wanted to be the one to get me pregnant, because,"
and she looked down, ashamed, "he was having sex with
me since I was ten and a half. Mom had died from a
beating he'd given her, but he made me tell the police
she'd fallen down the cellar stairs."
"After the funeral, he told me I was the mommy now, so
my life of hell began. He raped me that night, and
almost every night after that."
"After I became pregnant, he wouldn't touch me, as I
was 'soiled goods!' I was so happy when that happened,
as I couldn't stand to have that fat miserable piece
of slime on me. He's dead now, and I'm not sorry he
is!"
She grabbed onto my hand, and told me, "They're good
girls, Reg! Really, they are, just a little bit
different! If anything happens to me, please promise
me you'll take good care of them!" She started to cry,
and through her tears, she pleaded, "Please, Reg?"
I asked her what would happen to her? Now that I knew
I had two fine young girls, I wanted to take them all
home with me, as dad had died finally of a broken
heart. Even though Mom had treated us with contempt,
he still loved her, and when he passed away, he had a
picture of her on his chest, and so I buried that with
him. After that, I'd thrown out all the old furniture,
and replaced it all, and now the spare room could have
the twins in it, or I would buy a new house, big
enough for all of us.
Leesa, still gripping my hand, told me she had cancer,
a congenital disease that was slowly sapping her
strength, and she wasn't sure she could look after the
twins anymore by herself. We sat there, talking it
out, and then the girls came in, and Leesa dried her
tears, and told me, "Reg, I want to introduce you to
my," and her eyes twinkled, "girls. This one," the
girl on her left, "is Regina, and this one," the one
on the right, "is Lisa-Anne!"
I smiled at them, and they smiled back, and together
said, "Nice to meet you!"
Then she turned to them and with a catch in her voice,
said to them, "Girls, I want to introduce you to a
special man. He was, and still is, my first love.
Regina and Lisa-Anne, this is Reg Whistler."
They looked at me, two blue-eyed china dolls.
"Girls, say hello to your father!"
***
They moved in with me, and we spent almost all of our
time catching up on the lost years. Leesa and I
rediscovered each other's bodies, and she was so warm,
so soft, and gentle, that I would be afraid that she
wouldn't be around anymore. The twins, Lisa-Anne,
"call me Lily!" and Regina, "Call me Reg!" were two
highly intelligent and lively girls, and they always
tried to monopolise their new daddy's time, and
couldn't seem to get enough of me!
They also went to the same school I went to, and were
in awe of a beautiful Librarian named Miss Parker! I
laughed, and told them that I had a crush on her when
I was at the school, "Wow, really? No way!" and I told
Leesa later in bed about her, and she lay there, awe
and shock on her face, and said, "Really? Holy shit,
Reg, no way!"
She did, however, try to wipe the memory from me by
bouncing my bones, and I was sure exhausted in the
morning!
We had eight glorious months together, and one day, I
had a call at the store saying that Leesa was in the
hospital, and I closed up shop, and raced over there,
almost getting a ticket, but when I explained, with
tears in my eyes, to the officer, he let me go.
She was in pain, and they told me she had fallen, and
couldn't get up. She was weak, and talked in whispers.
Someone had got the girls, and they were there, and we
all cried, and stayed there till she passed away,
peacefully, holding my hand, her beautiful blue eyes
on mine, and she was saying, "My love, my beautiful
man, my virgin," when she left us.
***
(Silence)
***
Excuse me for breaking down. I loved her, and I sure
miss her!
-= Chapter Five =-
God, I needed that bourbon! Gets me every time, when I
think of that day. So, where were we? That's right, I
had my girls, and we adjusted to their Mom not being
with us, and they were in a depression that lasted a
fair while, but they were resilient, and we got on
with our lives. They'd just not long turned fourteen,
and both were beautiful lovely young women, and
sometimes, when they'd gang up on their Dad, I always
fought a losing battle!
One day, the two girls were invited out to a
sleepover, and asked me if they could go, It wasn't
far, they told me, and there's be no booze or boys
involved, and they were secretive about where, who,
"just a good friend, I wouldn't know her!" and got
really defensive and uptight when I pressed for
details. So, I put my foot down, and told them, no
information in case anything happened, no sleepover!
I wasn't popular that night, and they went into a
funk, and told me I didn't love them, I didn't trust
them, etc, etc! In the end, I caved in, yeah, big
surprise!, and I had their promise to call me on the
phone if they needed me, and they were so happy, they
grabbed me and hugged the crap out of me.
About that time, I'd received a call From Kitty, now
that we were no longer in school together, and we'd
known each other a few years, she told me to call her
that. Do you know something, I never knew if that was
her real name? Every girl has got her secrets, so I
didn't ask. I still don't know to this day.
Anyhoo, the call. Well, she calls me up, and tells me
she has a surprise for me, and to bring the camera,
but I might not want to use it, but wouldn't give me
any more details. Our relationship was like that. Ask
no questions, get told no lies.
I told her the girls were going to be on a sleepover
that night, so I'd be free to call round, and we made
plans for me to be there at eight on the night.
***
On the night, after the girls went off into the late
evening, walking up the street, I watched them go out
of sight, then got my camera, some extra batteries,
and a couple of memory cards, and prepared for the
evening. If things went to plan at Kitty's, I'd be
there late, and exhausted afterward.
So, at eight o'clock exactly, I was on her doorstep,
and when Kitty invited me in, she gave me a shot of
bourbon, having graduated from weak ones, I saw only
her there. When I asked if anyone else was going to be
there, or would it be just us? She told me the two
girls she had invited over were in her room, getting
ready.
So I sat there, and we chatted, catching up. She was
still attractive, and now dyed her hair, having
started to go grey. Her body was still slim and firm,
and she told me she had started to work out, as her
muscles were starting to betray her and go soft. Her
breasts had sagged a little, but were still a delight
to look at, and she assured me the schoolboys did
look! But her vaginal muscles were as strong as ever.
I loved that part of her body!
Well, after we had been sitting there, what, maybe
fifteen minutes, there was a knock on the wall, and
she told me that the girls were ready, and as they
were shy of being recognised, I had to wear a blind
fold. I didn't mind, as Kitty knew some higher class
people, and some of them actually wore masks when we
did our shoots!
Kitty trusted me not to ask questions, and I trusted
her to make sure she was looking after everybody's
interests. So, I allowed myself to be blindfolded, and
then she called the girls in.
I was sitting on the couch still, and I heard Kitty
tell me, "Reg, these girls have wanted to meet you for
quite a long time. They asked me to help them with the
introductions, as they were too shy to meet you in
person and ask for this assignation to happen face-to-
face. The blindfold is to protect their identities,
and if you recognised them, that may, or may not, lead
to problems, and to certain questions that for the
time being, should not asked."
***
She asked the girls, and I could hear them breathing,
to disrobe if they wished. I heard the sounds of
clothing being removed, and then Kitty said, "Okay,
girls, go to him, and prepare him". I felt two nude
bodies, one on either side of me, and my hands were
taken, and I was lifted to my feet, and then they
started to undress me, placing soft kisses on my skin
as they uncovered me.
They were freshly showered, and there was no hint of
any perfume, except the smell of their hair, and the
smell of their skin.
"You may touch them if you wish, Reg," Kitty told me,
"but you must not, under any circumstances remove your
blindfold!"
I nodded, and reached out slowly, and the girl on my
right shivered as my hand found her tummy, sliding
down to rest in her soft pubic hair and the girl on my
left took my hand, and placed it on her breast, and
she gave a deep sigh. It was about the size of an
apple, firm and silky, and her nipple hardened into my
palm as I caressed it. Then they were both standing
next to me, and I was fully nude.
The girl on my left, the more aggressive one, leaned
into me, and kissed me, her mouth open, and her tongue
writhing in my mouth. The girl on my right sank to her
knees, and began to fondle me, and then when I was
hard, began to stroke me, and as my precum started to
flow, she spread it over the head, and suddenly, she
took me into her mouth, and she began to suck on me.
She was inexperienced, so Kitty began to coach her,
and soon, the girl was giving me a world-class
blowjob. She would flick her tongue on my glans, then
stroke it on the underside, and I groaned, and heard a
muffled giggle. Then she started to take more of me
into her mouth, and I was tonsil deep. Then the girl
on my left sank to her knees, and began a sucking and
licking contest, making my knees weak!
***
Kitty told them to stand away, then she took my hand,
and had me lay down on the sheepskin rug, and then the
two girls began again, and as I lay there, my nostrils
detected their fragrance, the aroma of aroused
females!
One of them put her leg over my head, and the aroma of
her juices was intoxicating, stronger, and so I
wrapped my arms around her thighs, held her tush, and
began to lick her. She gasped, and within seconds, she
was riding my tongue, and I attacked her clit, and she
squealed, and shuddered as I went crazy on it.
The girl who was sucking on me lifted up, and began to
stroke me, waiting for the girl on my face and tongue
to finish. When she had shuddered through her climax
she climbed off, and Kitty said, "Reg, these girls
have told me that they are virgins, but they want you
to collect their cherries. I personally think they've
made the right choice!"
I went to speak, and Kitty put her finger on lips, and
said. "No, Reg, say nothing. It will happen, and you
must do this. Enjoy their bodies, because this is what
they want!"
***
One of the girls put her leg over my waist, and rubbed
her pubic mound on my lower stomach, her pubic hair, a
soft mat, rasped on me, and she moaned, a deep low
moan of longing. She slid down, her hands splayed onto
my diaphragm, and then I felt a hand take me, and
there was a brief sucking and licking on my glans to
wet it, and then I was touching the sexual centre of
the girl on me, and then I was placed just inside her,
and she gasped, breathless at the contact.
The young woman on me placed her hands on either side
of me on the floor, and leaned down over me, but not
low enough to lay on me. She was finding the right
angle for penetration, I guessed. She arched her back,
and I heard her sigh. Her nipples tickled my lower
ribs, and I wanted to hold her breasts, but left the
play to her.
She wiggled her hips, feeling me in her, the she
slowly, so slowly as not to be moving, slid down onto
me, and she was so tight! She was slick with juices,
and her nipples danced on my chest and I was in
heaven! Then there was a brief clenching spasm, and I
was past her hymen, and the girl gave a groan, and she
trembled as she stopped for a moment to catch her
breath, and then she began to breathe heavily, but
didn't move a muscle.
She must have got up the courage to continue, because
I felt her wet channel slide down me and expand as I
entered her. I groaned again, I couldn't help it, she
was so tight! Her walls clenched and held me, then
they loosened up a little, and then her pubic bone met
mine, and she sighed again this time in fullness.
Then she was moving on me, sliding up and down my
length, and she began to make happy sounds,
disarticulated, but they conveyed the same message.
She was happy to have me in her, and I was just as
happy to be in her. Then the movement of her hips sped
up, and soon she was slamming down me, and my hands
came up and I found her breasts, rolling her nipples,
and her hands held them to her, and she began to cry
out and sob with her enjoyment of this intimate act,
and then with a shriek, she trembled and shuddered,
climaxing with great force, her vaginal walls
clenching me in her release.
***
I lay there short of breath, and wondered why I hadn't
cum? I was feeling a building need, but I couldn't
seem to get it past my balls, which tight with semen.
As I was pondering this, the second girl slid over me,
and I was held again, and my glans was quickly sucked
and wetted again, and I felt myself positioned at the
opening of the girl on me.
She wasn't as slow as the first one. Her lips were
opened, and slick, and she was very wet with arousal.
She pushed against me, forcing me into her, aggressive
and impatient. She sat slowly, though, until I was at
her gate, and then she pushed down, and gave a
strangled groan, and then I was in her, and even
before I was in her completely, she was riding me and
moving her hips with abandon. Two completely different
personalities and this one was a tiger!
She rocked, she rolled, and she boogied on me! She was
sliding up and down me, and her energy was exhausting.
She scratched my stomach, and it stung, and I gave a
cry, and I heard a soft feminine voice whisper,
"Oops!" then she giggled, and then she was off again,
and her tight wet sheath was rippling, and she cried
out, and flopped on my chest and pushed her hips back
at as she rode her orgasm.
I was groaning, moving my head side-to-side, aching
with the need to release, but couldn't. I thought I
was going to at one stage, and my shaft contracted
inside this young goddess, but I couldn't cum! Damn,
but I was frustrated! The girl on me got off me, and
then I heard Kitty say, "Oh my darling, I'm so sorry!
I must have used too much of that powder I put into
your drink! We didn't want you to cum too soon, and I
thought I put just enough in."
I groaned again, fighting off the urge to rip off the
blindfold and give her a piece of my mind, but I just
gritted my teeth, and muttered under my breath. Then
Kitty said to me, "Reg, dear, remember when you were
in the library with Lacy? Well, I still have that
tape, and I watch it sometimes when I'm alone, and you
did something with her I swore I never would, but, I'm
not getting any younger, and I want to do it now."
With me remembering my time with Lacy, I sucked in a
breath, and a smile creased my face.
"Ah, so you do remember! Well, my friend, now's your
chance to finally have me completely! No more holding
back, my big brave hard man!"
I felt something gooey smeared onto my aching shaft,
and then Kitty was sitting over me, and I felt a hand
take hold of me for the third time that night, and
Kitty said with a laugh in her voice, "Well! It's been
a long time since I've sat in virgin's blood, but, it
adds to the thrill!"
Then she took me and placed me at her back passage,
and slowly pushed back. Her anal opening resisted, and
she grunted, and then pressing back, I felt her give,
and my woody bent with the force of it. I groaned, and
then suddenly, there was no resistance, and I was past
her sphincter! I had just the tip in, and oh god but
she was warm and tight back there, and her ass muscles
clenched me, trying to force me back out. Kitty sat
there, and I heard a young girls voice whisper, "Holy
cow, did you see that?", and the other's say, "I gotta
try that!" then they were both giggling.
Kitty pushed back, and her body slid down me, and I
was in a world of heavenly sensations. I moaned, and I
felt my heart burst for this wonderful woman, who had
now given everything of herself to me, and my hands
went to her breasts, and I kneaded them, and she
breathed, "Oh, yes, that's nice!"
Then we were moving together, and I was drenched in
perspiration, my breath came in gasps, and then Kitty
was gasping as well, and as we moved together, she
said, "Oh no, that's not so bad at all! What the hell
was I so damned afraid of?" and kept moving up and
down my shaft.
Then after a few more minutes, I felt my climax
rising, and I went into overdrive, and slammed into
her and she was making 'oh, oh, oh,!" sounds, and with
the roar of primal release, I came, and Kitty was
gasping and having her own climax, and we thrashed and
rode each other, until we lay there, twitching. Then
worn out, I slept.
***
When I came to, the blindfold was gone, and so were
the girls. I heard the shower in Kitty's room going,
and Kitty sat on her hip next to me, nude still, and
was stroking my face, and smiling down at me.
"Thank you, Reg," she said. "You were the perfect man
for their first time. You performed well, and they've
assured me that they are happy, no regrets or remorse.
If they could, they'd come out and thank you
personally!" I lay there still exhausted, and told her
to let me know next time if she was going to drug me,
as I thought I was going to explode from not cumming.
She just smiled at me. She always does.
'Well", she said, "Time to get up, and time for you to
go home and sleep! I'll call you next time I have a
get-together, and I'm sure you enjoy those times as
well, or I don't know you!"
She kissed me, and still rank with sweat, and the
girl's virginal blood and secretions from all four of
us, I got dressed, and left, and the drive home was a
blur, until I got home, showered, and fell into bed. I
slept so soundly, I didn't hear the girls come home,
check on me, and go to bed.
***
When I woke bleary-eyed the next morning, the two
girls, Lily and Reg were sitting on my bed, watching
me. They looked like a pair of cats, their blue eyes
fixed on my face, not saying a word. Then they looked
at each other, and Lily went out, and when she had
returned to the room, she had a cup of hot coffee in
her hands, and she passed it me after I sat up, and
still weak, and a bit sore south of the border, I took
it, inhaling the odour of fresh coffee, and took a
sip.
"Where were you last night?" Reg asked.
"I was out," I said evasively.
"Where?" demanded Lily.
"Friends place," I grumbled.
"Who?" from Lily.
"Why are you two home early, anyway?" I said, changing
the subject, suddenly noticing that it was seven in
the morning, and they were supposed to be at a
sleepover.
"We missed you," said Lily.
"That's nice, but you two should be out with your
friends, and all you want to do is hang out with your
old man!" I told them.
"You're not old!" they said together, and both looked
mad.
"We love you, and if we want to hang out with you, we
will!" Lily said, and Reg nodded.
"Okay, okay," I conceded the point to them. "Just let
me get up, and I'll shower, and then I'll get
breakfast underway! Geez, a firing squad this early in
the morning? That I can live without!" but I smiled
and they got off the bed kissed me one after the
other, and then trooped out, and Reg said, "Breakfast
is ready. Hurry up, or it will be cold!" and with
that, they went into the kitchen.
***
A couple of nights later, I was sitting in bed,
working on my laptop. The company had decided to
upgrade the store, so I had a few days off while a
crew renovated it. I finally had got good one, and
they were a great invention! A mobile computer, take
anywhere, but crap battery life. It's a bitch too, had
to take the charging cord with you everywhere, but's
the price you pay for keeping up with the modern
world. I was sitting in my bed, as I said, and noticed
a folder I hadn't put there on it.
I wondered where it came from, and it was called, "My
Virgins". The only one who'd used that expression was
Leesa, and she was long gone. I wondered for a moment
if one of the girls had cracked my password, and I
sure wouldn't put it past either of them, the
inquisitive little wenches. I just sat there looking
at the screen, and with a grunt of annoyance, I opened
it, and saw that it had images in it.
So I pressed a button, and small thumbnails came up,
at least two hundred of them, and I double clicked on
the first one, and a picture of me standing
blindfolded in Kitty's living room stared at me. I
went cold, and wondered if someone was trying to
blackmail me, but surely that was impossible! Kitty
would never do that to me!
So, anger boiling in my chest, I pushed 'slideshow',
and the first image came up and filled the screen, and
it progressed to a shot of two young brunettes
undressing, then a shot them nude, and undressing me.
I slapped the laptop shut, and yelled out, "Lily! Reg!
Get in here now!"
I heard them mumbling, and then bleary eyed, they came
into the room, in their pajamas, and sat either side
of me. They saw the laptop, and woke up fast, and two
pairs of blue eyes were looking at me, and then Lily
said, "Oh. So you found them, then. We didn't think
you'd find them this quickly!"
"What the hell?" I asked, shocked. "Why?"
"We knew you wouldn't do it if we came right out and
asked you, so we had to go to Miss Parker, and get her
to help us. We know all about your little parties
there, and so we thought that the only way to get you
to do what we wanted was to trick you."
Lily had spoken, and Reg said, just as seriously,
"We're not sorry, Daddy. We'd do it again, anytime!"
"But you're my daughters! You can't do things like
this! It's not right, for god's sake! And, how do you
know about what I do when I go out, anyway? Have you
been snooping on my computer?"
Reg rolled her eyes, and said with a sigh, "Daddy,
we're twins. We talk here," she tapped her head, "And
you shout at us all the time, Jeez, you won't shut
up!"
I went cold, and I didn't know what to do, what to
say, and those two girls, they just looked at me, and
their blue eyes bored into my skull.
Finally, Lily said, "Daddy, we're not freaks, we're
just different! If you don't want us to hear you, talk
quietly, just don't shout so much. We know you love
us, and we know you inside and out, and we love you
too, anyway. That's how we found you. Mom wouldn't
tell us who you were or where you were, so we had to
listen for you. That was Reg's idea!"
Reg looked proud of herself, and the girls reached
out, held each other's hand, each smiling at the
other, and I didn't have two daughters, I had One, and
they were linked in a way that I was only on the
borders of understanding.
***
I was in the living room two days later. It was going
to take two weeks until the shop was open, and the
company had given me leave, and as I had some saved
up, I decided to go on holiday with the girls, but
hadn't decided where. That damned folder was beckoning
me, but I shut my mind to it, and tried to forget it,
I wanted to get rid of it, but another part of my mind
screamed at me not to delete it!
I went over the events in my life, and everything
seemed to have led to this impasse. I loved my girls,
and if they had asked me to love them as women, not my
daughters, would I have done as they asked? My mind
went around and around, but always the same
conclusion: I had had sex with my daughters, even if
it was at their instigation. I felt empty, and the sun
no longer shone for me. I was falling into a
depression, and saw no way out.
***
Finally my two girls took matters into their own
hands. They'd had enough of my pity party. I was told
to go and shower, go to my room, and they'd meet me
there. Sassy brats!
=- Chapter Six =-
So, I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I was
drifting, seeing Leesa face, and her smile that lit up
a room. I saw her again, the carefree girl running
away, laughing, her dress up around her thighs, from
me that day in the graveyard, and now she resides in
one. What goes around, I thought.
The girls were in the shower, and I heard Lily say as
clear as if she was in the room with me, "Will you
shut up and stop feeling sorry for yourself? Jeez,
Dad!"
I shut up, only because I was in shock! Then the two
girls were there, and they were wearing only panties,
and I went into shock again, as that was the last
thing I expected them to be wearing. Meaning, I
expected them to be wearing pajamas or some other form
of closing! But, they climbed onto the bed, and sat
next to me, and snuggled into me, one on each side.
They were young fourteen year old goddesses. They were
perfectly formed, curves in all the right places, and
each had sweet round breasts, and their legs were
flawless. The panties they were wearing were sheer,
and I saw the auburn mats, and they were soft, I knew,
and if my mind was feeling sorry for itself, my body
didn't, and as I looked from one to the other, I began
to grow hard, and then, I had a tent in my shorts.
Lily looked at it and said to Reg, "About time, don't
you think". Reg reached over, and gave it a faint
stroke with her fingertips, and said, "I should say
so. He's too darn stubborn!"
Then I almost lost my erection, because they didn't
open their mouths! They were thinking the words, and I
could hear them!
Reg looked at me, and not moving her mouth she said,
"It was Mom who gave the talent we have, daddy, and
she asked us while we were still inside her, did we
want to be like her, or did we want to grow up and be
like all the other children? So we talked it over, and
decided to go for it!"
"You talked to each other in the womb?" I asked, blown
away.
Lily said, "Jeez, dad, she just said so! Yes, Mom
talked to us, and we talked to her. She was the best
Mom ever. She loved us, and we loved her too, and she
never forgot you. She liked you, and saw what kind of
man you'd become, and so she wanted you. There are a
lot of bad men out there, and she picked you, because
you weren't bad!"
"Now," Reg said, still not using her mouth, "we're
going to watch those pictures, and you are going to
sit there, and look at them. No arguments, daddy! You
have to do this! We are a special family, and we girls
don't want any man except you. That will change later,
of course, but for now, you are the man in our lives!
You have to accept that!"
So before I could object, Lily got up and got the
laptop, and plugged it in, opened it, and set it up on
my set of drawers, and we could see the screen
perfectly. So she started the slideshow, and came back
to lay beside me, snuggled up against me, her hand on
my thigh.
The picture was of me with the blind fold, an
expectant look on my face, then one image after came
on, and I found myself drawn into it, and soon, I
began to get a woody from the sexiness of watching my
then-virgin daughters seducing me.
When the picture of Reg sitting on my hard shaft came
on, she winced, and said, "God, but that hurt! But
once you were in me, and I'd calmed down, I loved it!
You've got a nice cock, dad!"
Both girls giggled, and I was getting used to hearing
their mind-talk. Then as the shots progressed, I
realised that the three women were taking turns to
hold the camera and shooting me getting blown, and
fucked. I was really hard now, and began to become
breathless, but didn't want to masturbate in front of
my girls. As usual they decided for me. Reg, who was
lying next to me took out my raging woody and began to
suck on me, the same way she did at Kitty's.
I began to fondle Lily's breast and nipple, and she
became flushed, and began to breath heavily. "Ummm!"
she hummed, pleased.
Then Reg sat up, and took her panties off, and began
to run her fingers in and out of her now-wet crease.
As her fingers ran over her clitoral hood, she would
shudder, and her eyes became glazed. Before we knew
it, the laptop became redundant, and as it ran through
the pictures on slideshow, we had our own show going,
me and my beautiful daughters the main attraction.
Lily took off her panties, and started to kiss me, and
while she was doing that, Reg was still sucking on me,
and her mouth was getting better at what she was
doing, and then, Lily asked her to move her head, and
as she moved off me, Lily moved on, and she sat over
me, Reg positioned my hard member, Lily sat down on
it, keeping eye contact with me as she did so.
She was resting her weight on her knees, and then she
began to move up and down, slowly, riding me like a
she was riding a horse, and we had a rhythm going.
Then she climbed off, and as my slick member was
waving in the air, Reg climbed on, and she purred, and
took up the same tempo as her sister.
They kept swapping over like that, watching me, and
when I'd think I was close, they'd stop and switch
over, starting the process over again. It was
exciting, and I lasted quite a long time, even after
they'd both climaxed several times doing so.
Then they took pity on me, and as Reg was riding me,
Lily pulled us around until I was lying across the
bed, and then she was over my face, and said, "Lick me
daddy! Like you did at Kitty's!" I didn't need to be
asked twice, and I licked and slurped at her dripping
sex for all I was worth, and then, in a moment of
orgiastic delight, we all came together and flopped
onto the bed, spent.
Damn, but I love my girls!
***
Well, that's it for now. I've had fun talking to you,
and I've had fun talking about my adventures. If you
want to hear some more, maybe I'll indulge you, but
for now, I have get home, because the girls have
dinner on, and they've just told me to get off my ass,
and to bring them some bread and milk.
You can't hear them? Shit, I can, even though they're
across town. I gotta go, nice to meet you, and I do
hope we catch up again.
Later!
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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