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Dac and Sabine Undressing
The next day, I asked Mariana what she liked best about taking pictures of Sabine and her boyfriend.
"They were a really cute couple," Mariana said. "Sabine was shy at first. Strange, since it was her idea. Maybe it was because we were in her grandmother's house. Her grandmother had died a few weeks ago, and Sabine had to oversee moving out some of the furniture. Most of it was going to storage but some was being shipped to Sabine's parents and some was going to Sabine. Dac was part of the moving crew. That's how she met him. I said Dac was an unusual name and he told me his real name was Ronald, but he didn't like that and he didn't like Ron, either, so in junior high one kid said, 'What do you want to be called, then, Dacron?' and Ron said, "Yeah, Dacron would be great,' and it soon got shortened to Dac.
"We were down in the lower level, sort of a playroom, but it was largely empty. There was a pool table, which seemed a funny thing for a grandma to have, and a few odds and ends and that was about it. 'What, are you going to make love on the pool table?' I asked them, and Sabine said maybe the rug, which was really soft. 'Okay,' I said, 'don't you think you should take your clothes off?'
"Sabine looked at Dac, like a 'you first' look, and Dac looked at me, and I said, 'Huh, I'm the photographer, but okay, and I pulled down one side of my top so my boob was exposed. 'All right, that's a start, now you guys,' I said. Dac started unbuttoning his shirt.
"'Wait,' I said, 'Sabine, why don't you undress him?' So she did. She started with his shoes and then his socks, then she stood up and finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off. She gave each of his nipples a light little kiss and then she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and shuffled his pants down and he stepped out of them. She was kneeling down and his cock was right there in front of her and she took it into her mouth. It was really beautiful. I took pictures of everything. She sucked him reverently, sometimes using her hands to gently stroke his penis while she concentrated on the head, but mostly just using her mouth, a very quiet suck.
"After several minutes she stopped and turned to look at me. Maybe she wanted me to tell her whether to make him come in her mouth. I don't know. Anyhow I said, 'Very good, that was beautiful. Now Dac, why don't you undress Sabine?'
"So she stood up. She was only wearing her dress because her shoes had already come off. Dac undid some buttons at the back, and the dress started to fall. Dac caught it while it was still over her hips, I'm not sure why. 'Hold it there,' I told him. 'Sabine, you have such beautiful breasts. Wait a minute, I have an idea.' I had noticed this old dressing mirror on a stand, and I brought it over so Sabine could see herself. "See? So beautiful. Now Dac, touch her under the dress. Take it slow and make her come. And Sabine, don't move. Even when you're coming, don't move.'
They did as I asked. Dac caressed Sabine's sex underneath her fallen dress. Sabine stood there with her arms out, trying not to move. I could tell she was getting excited. I could see her tummy and breasts responding to the stimulation. Her nipples thickened. Her breath became ragged. And I could hear Dac's fingers finger-fucking her cunt, the sly, juicy slurp and squeak. It didn't take long. Dac knew what he was doing. When Sabine started to come she couldn't keep standing. She sagged down. Dac guided her onto the velvet-padded ottoman. She lay back, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of orgasm. Dac removed her dress.
"'That was so good,' I told them. 'Dac, press your hand on her mound. Make her come again. Look how open her cunt is. She's ready to come again. Put your finger in her ass. Let's see if she comes from that. Sabine, frig your clit. Frig it fast. Make yourself come.'
"They did as I asked and Sabine was soon coming again. Her body strained with orgasm. Juice poured from her clenching cunt. It was so exciting.
"I hadn't planned on directing them. I was just there to take pictures. I didn't want them to be puppets. But I knew they were really into each other. I knew they liked following my orders. Maybe it freed them in a way. Regardless, it was really great."
"So that was your favorite part?" I said.
"Oh no. My favorite part was what happened next, when they took things into their own hands."
"But there are no pictures of that," I said.
Mariana nodded and smiled.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
